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Suppression | Choi Mujin x Reader
A/N: I’ve written this about a year ago and I just left it in my drafts so I didn’t proofread this. Hopefully, you’ll still get the story.
Word Count: 6.4k
Warnings: 18+, angst, age gap, eventual smut, pining, jealousy
You first joined the gang when you were 19 and only three years after that, you were able to climb the ranks of Dongcheon. Sighing, you collapsed on the couch of the private gym wherein you practice with the other higher ranks.
“You’re still here?” You abruptly stood up as you look at the source of the voice.
“Oh... Taeju-yah, you scared me.” I sighed, sitting up and resting my back on the couch. He chuckled and sat beside me.
“Taeju-yah? I’m older than you by two years, you know?” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Don’t expect me to call you oppa, please..” He laughed once again and ruffled your hair.
“And what’s wrong with that?”
I eyed him from head to toe. “You’re not exactly an oppa-type-of-guy. Sorry.”
He chuckled once again as we both heard two pairs of footsteps entering the gym. I stood up as I greet them.
“Hyungnim,” Taeju muttered.
“Sunbae,” I greeted Donghoon-sunbaenim. During my stay here, Donghoon sunbaenim has always guided me and helped me. In a sense, he’s like a father to me.
“Hey, you guys are still here?” Donghoon asked.
“Oh, I was just wrapping up when Taeju came in.”
“Again, careful with the Taeju, I told you I’m older than you.” He wrapped his arm on my shoulder, making contact with my exposed skin. Then his other hand gently pat my head as if to scold me.
“As I said earlier, don’t expect me to call you oppa.” I whispered back while Donghoon sunbae watched us, laughing at our exchange.
“I won’t be surprised if you two end up marrying each other.”
I glared at him. “Sunbae, please.”
“I don’t know why you’re assuming that I’ll get married at all, Hyung-nim.” - Taeju
“Yes, bold of you to assume that someone would marry this guy.”
“Woah, make sure you will not eat your words once you fall in love with me and force me into marrying you.”
“That will never happen, so you can now sleep peacefully.” I pat his shoulder gently.
“Oh Mujin, are you going to give them your blessings? Because I would.” That’s when I realized that the boss of Dongcheon was also standing behind Donghoon sunbae.
“Sir,” I bowed.
“Eyyy no need to call Hyungnim boss or sir when it’s just us.” Taeju said. “Right, Hyung?”
I was dazed, his eyes were fixed on me. Have I mentioned that I have a tiny crush on the mob boss, Choi Mujin? I mean, who doesn’t?
“Right,” Donghoon sunbae encourages, putting his arm over the boss’ shoulder, he can freely do that because Mujin is wayyyy younger than he is.
After waiting for any reaction, I began to ask. “So, uhm, what should I call you si- uhm.” I start to blabber nonsense, I wish that I did not, but as I said.... I have a little crush for the boss.
“Mujin, just call me Mujin casually, Y/N.” He said as he intently stared me to my eyes, oh boy.
Thankfully, Taeju butted in. “So I can call you Mujin too, right Hyung?”
Mujin slightly smirked as he reluctantly took his eyes off of her, eyes temporarily settling at Taeju’s. “I clearly said Y/N, Taeju-yah.”
Taeju sighed. “Arasseo,” he gripped my right arm in his hand and bowed at the two older men. “Then... we’ll be going now, Hyung-deul.”
The two nodded at us before Taeju started dragging me out. “Wait, where are you taking me? I didn’t agree to your date proposal.”
He squinted his eyes on me. “Shut up.”
When the two kids left the room, Mujin found himself staring at the girl who was over 10 years younger his age while Donghoon’s laughs filled the room.
“Is there really something between them?” He asked as soon as they disappeared.
Donghoon found his answer interesting. “Why? Are you afraid that she isn’t good enough for your favorite Jung Taeju?”
Mujin shook his head as he look at Donghoon. Mujin knew that you were Donghoon’s favorite, sometimes he thinks Donghoon acts like your father. It makes sense, you and Donghoon has some similarities though it’s hard for Mujin to talk to you yet.
An idea came into Donghoon’s mind as he watched Mujin. His eyes were on him but it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.
“Don’t tell me..” Donghoon said, thinking it was absurd. “No, right?”
Mujin was suddenly brought out from his thoughts. “What?”
Donghoon stared at him longer for a moment, still observing Mujin’s face.
Mujin found this weird so he took a step back. “What?”
But the older guy only looked away and shook his head. “nothing,” Then he started walking to the ring.
“What was that??”
“Nevermind, it’s just nonsense.”
For the next two years, me and Mujin became closer and it wasn’t awkward for us to talk about things anymore. We become a lot more friendly but not like how friendly I am with Taeju. He’s also overprotective with his people but not in a way similar to Donghoon. Though it confuses me, I find this side of him warm.
He stood from the bar and went off to look for you. You were sent to a mission to kidnap the new supplier of drugs that has been affecting your business for weeks now, you had to wear a rather revealing dress as a dress code to the party. You managed to succeed with the mission, leaving it to the hands of Taeju and Donghoon who carried out the unconscious body of your target from a while ago.
From a far, Mujin saw her scanning the crowds looking for him. A slight smirk painted on his face thinking that she was only looking for him. He made his way towards her, increasing his speed once he saw males surrounding her bombarding her with questions. Without a word, Mujin managed to slip himself in the crowd, placing his hand on one side of your hip, pulling you against him.
All the guys looked up to him, irritation was painted on their faces. He wanted to show who she is, at least to him, so smirking he said. “There you are,” whispering it to your ear.
Mujin waited and Y/N seemed to catch up well as a smile painted to her face and her hand falling on his chest. “Oh, hey love.” you said with that voice. “I’ve been looking for you.” you began to snuggle against him, head falling in his chest.
“Sorry, let’s go?” All you replied was a nod. With that, Mujin took off his eyes from you and to the guys who was obviously disappointed. He couldn’t stop flashing them a smug grin as he placed his hand on your back, gently assisting you out of the room. His hand lingered even when you two made it to his car.
“You’ve done so well..” Mujin complimented and I beamed up, of course, my boss was complimenting me so how can I not feel giddy?
Mujin still wouldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Well, because you did so well and it’s such a waste to go home looking like that. Why don’t we go get dinner first?” Looking like that? Did he thought I was beautiful? You looked up at him and saw him already staring at you.
“Sure,” that’s when Mujin finally took his eyes off of you as he opened the door to his seat, a hidden smile on his face from his approval of your answer. With that, you followed after him and opened your own door.
Mujin took you to a rather fancy restaurant, the night was filled with just you two talking. You were admiring how he looked, as did he. His eyes never leaving yours. He watched you all night, from how you cut your steak, to how you laughed when he mentioned something funny and to how you drank the your wine. Your tongue running over your lower lip in an attempt to savor it up to its last drop. And though his thoughts ran wild again from this, he restrained himself, knowing all too well how you would react once he took action for his thoughts.
And so the night ends by him dropping you off to your unit, both of you restraining yourselves, both thinking how the other would be furious once you’ve done something.
“Oh right, I almost forgot. Here’s the telecomm,” You held the little device in your hand mid air, waiting for Mujin to take it. His hand extended to yours, fingers lightly grazing yours and you both stilled in that moment for a few seconds, both contemplating whether to hold each other hands but deciding not to do so.
You look away and opened the door. Bowing you say, “Thank you for the dinner.”
And all Mujin did was to nod his head, your hand closing the door as you proceed to walk off to your door. Mujin can only watch.
Spending the next year together only worsen the tension. He wanted you more, but he couldn’t do anything about it. And so he observed you with his eyes, watched how you move and fight, and savor listening to your voice.
You forget the amount of times you had to remind yourself not to think of lewd things when your boss calls you into his suite, instructing you for a mission. And you always had to remind yourself that he was just being a kind friend whenever he tells you to be careful as you turn your back to him after receiving orders. And he would always wait for you to look at him again whenever you halt in place when he does this, but you never did.
Just like Donghoon and Taeju, Mujin only wanted you to be safe, there was no other underlying meaning to this. So you always convinced yourself to continue walking out of his office.
One time, this happened in the presence of Donghoon. The moment you left the room, he asked. “What’s stopping you?”
Mujin didn’t bother to lie, he knew it was useless. So, instead of answering, he just downed his whiskey, hoping that Donghoon will just drop the subject.
Thankfully, he did.
You were busy in the gym, training the new guys. Especially Do Gangjae, he has the skills and he’s willed enough to win the brawls. Despite being the maknae, he earned the trust of the older trainees. You were having fun for a while, until you heard the news.
Donghoon is dead.
Donghoon, your only father figure.
When you found out about the truth, you found yourself speechless. Asking yourself and even the ghost of Donghoon if everything was just a lie. Those stories, time, laughters and memories that you’ve shared together, was it all just a lie?
You didn’t even have the courage to go to his funeral, opting never to associate with him again.
You cared so much for Donghoon. As much as you care for Mujin and Taeju. So his death, despite his betrayal, was still as painful. What made it even worse is knowing who killed him, and still understanding why he was killed... why it was necessary.
It was the most important rule of Dongcheon, betray the organization and you will be killed. Surely, Donghoon knew of this risk before he entered the organization as a spy.
Though Mujin will never say it, you knew he hated the situation too. Donghoon was his most trusted friend, and you knew that, for a moment, he hesitated. But it was the rule of Dongcheon, and without it, the organization will crumble.
His betrayal changed something in your leader, as well as Taeju. Mujin seemed to draw boundaries now, Taeju started calling him sir/boss/CEO again, so you decided to call him that too. Taeju, at first, didn’t want to strike any conversation with you at all, but he eventually came around.
Mujin did not. It’s as if he had taken all the steps he made towards you, and now you’re both back to zero. He realized how wrong it was for him to trust someone, given his... profession and lifestyle. He should’ve known better. Everyone will betray him someday. And he would eventually have to kill them.
Never did the three of you spend your time together again, eating samgyeopsal at the same place, though Taeju will sometimes offer to treat you somewhere else.
It all gets worse once Donghoon’s daughter came in the picture. She’s too driven by revenge. At times, you wanted to scare her away, to tell her to escape and rebuild her life, but she was too eager to avenge her dad. A part of you felt for her, for all the times that she had missed Donghoon, he was with you, looking after you like a father. Perhaps that was the reason why he was so fond of you? Maybe you reminded him of his own daughter? But you’ll never know.
You never had the chance to convince Mujin to let go of his little revenge, believing that he wouldn’t listen to you. He seemed to have grown an interest for Donghoon’s girl. Finding her similar to Donghoon, yet different. She was much braver than him. You understood why Mujin was so interested in her and you knew, that if there was someone who could cause Mujin’s and Dongcheon’s downfall... then it would be her. So you weren’t that surprised, watching Mujin training her in such late hour. He’s smiling again, you can taste jealousy in your tongue.
Not really having the energy for other things, you volunteered to handle the deal in Japan, and when you came back.. you found out that Gangjae has killed Donghoon’s daughter, Ji-woo, was it?
Such tragic life.
Well, yours isn’t any different.
For the next two years, Dongcheon only became more powerful. Which meant that there were more enemies. Taeju was in charge of transacting with the dealing of drugs while you were in charge of taking care of Dongcheon’s allies, always sent out to make sure that everything is in order. You thought 2 years would be enough for Mujin to come around, but it turns out that you were wrong. Still, you were happy that he seemed to be doing better now, and if your source was correct, a member of Dongcheon said that Mujin was frequently seeing a woman, though you never knew of her name and face. Except for the fact that Mujin drinks in her tumbler, chamomile. She gives him chamomile tea.
Mujin waited for you to enter his office, a glass of whiskey in his left hand. It’s been years, but he still finds himself anticipating every chance that he gets just to get a glimpse of you.
“How are things with the other gangs? Are they demanding something else?” He asked, eyes on her, scanning her face. As always, she looked beautiful, though he wondered why she was wearing a turtle neck instead of their normal dress shirt.
“There are no problems as of the moment sir, though Seotaji keeps demanding for more drugs, we were able to settle it.”
“Demanding?”
“Yes sir, they have a new leader. But it’s all settled.” Mujin only nodded, eyes moving from your eyes and to your neck. He was surprised by what he saw than what he just heard.
You realized where he was looking at so you quickly pulled your turtleneck higher, hiding the hickeys.
“Okay, good work, leave.” He said, turning his chair from her form, downing his alcohol again in an attempt to bury the sting in his chest.
Who was the bastard that left his mark on you? Did they purposely placed it there to remind Mujin how he can never have you? His mind flashed pictures of you with another man, watching and hearing you gasp and moan for someone else... so when he heard the door close behind you, he tossed his glass of whiskey to the floor, his right hand reaching to his pocket, desperately lighting his cigarette to ease his mind of these pictures.
Taeju entered the room and had it cleaned up. “Is there a problem, sir?”
Mujin only shook his head. “Is there anything happening with our members?”
Taeju was confused, what is it that he wanted to know? Knowing that you entered before him, he must’ve realized it.
“He’s not from Dongcheon,” Mujin nodded.
Then who the fuck is he?
“I’d look into it sir—“
“Why would you?” Mujin grew defensive all of a sudden. “It’s none of my business, I was just curious..”
“Just to make sure he wouldn’t bring trouble to the organization.” Taeju said, but the look in his eyes alone was enough confirmation that he did knew of Mujin’s intentions.
“Okay, do that.” Taeju bowed once again before leaving the room.
In no time, Taeju found out about your lover. He’s just a gangster from an allied gang. He’s at the same age as you.
This went on for months, you walking in wearing a turtle neck and Mujin already knowing why. He would just dismiss you after that.
Today was going to be the same, though when you walked in, you saw a tipsy Mujin. Which has never happened before. “Sir,” you bowed.
“Again?” He asked, laughing bitterly. He stood up and walked around his desk, stopping just in front of it to sit. “Don’t you guys even rest? Is he that crazy for you?”
You were flustered. “Sir—“
“Shh, I don’t wanna hear it.” He shook his head. “Can I blame him? No. No."
Before you can even process his words, your attention was suddenly on his touch, he held your hand in his as gently as he could. He then caressed your fingers, his thumb tracing the ring on your finger. Another mark on you. Whoever this guy was, he certainly knew how to show possession, and it drives Mujin crazy but there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Are you marrying him?” He asked.
Before she could even answer, Taeju entered the office. And she was gone in an instant, thinking about what he just said.
The next time you saw each other, no one mentioned it again. The silent treatment went on until one day you didn’t show up for work, Taeju had no idea why too. And another day passed, still no you. Mujin grew impatient so he sent Taeju to you, but you were not in your apartment.
The next day, you showed up late at night, apologizing. Mujin sat in his desk, looking at you. “Where have you been?”
“I apologize sir—“
“Wait,” he said, eyes scanning your face. He went down from his desk and took strides to stand in front of you. He lifted his right hand and let it fall on your left cheek, his thumb running over a bruise.
“What happened to you?” You averted your gaze from him, wanting to hide.
“It’s... I just got into a fight during—“
“Stop lying, it’s been years since I last saw you with a bruise.” He knew full well that it wasn’t from an enemy, you had let your guard down, which meant that it was caused by someone you trust. Mujin’s hands started to slightly pull the collar of your dress shirt, looking for other bruises.
“Mujin...”
All Mujin could feel was rage. “Where is he?”
“It’s all settled, Mujin. I finished it—“ Mujin only shook his head, trying to calm himself.
“Y/N, where is he?” When he was sure that you were alright, Mujin left to look for your ex. When he did found him, he was already bruised with a scar on his face, which is your doing.
Taeju swung his fist first, while Mujin watched.
When enough was done, Mujin held the guy’s chin and made him look at his eyes. “Who the fuck do you think you are to do that?” He then swung one punch on the man’s jaw, kicking him repeatedly on his chest. “Fucking. Bastard.”
He then stopped. “Don’t you dare come near her again. Or I’ll make sure you’ll die slowly in the most painful way possible.”
As the months go by, the little bruise disappeared. Taeju had learned the truth, he attacked you in your apartment when you were asleep after ending things with him, fortunately, your intense training had helped you. You were staying at Liber for the mean time, Mujin didn’t want to risk it. So you weren’t surprised when he suddenly showed up in front of your door step, asking if you two could talk.
You served him wine that was left by Taeju. His eyes observed you all the while, something that you’re very used to. When you extended your arm to give him his wine. There was only silence between the two of you. When he finished his glass, Mujin only sat there staring at you, waiting for you to empty your own glass, his eyes focused on your lips. How long has it been since he met you? 8 years? And he’s been wanting to bend you in his desk for 6 years. Pining over you and being content with watching you.
Feeling nervous under his gaze, you downed the remaining wine on your glass. “You’re not wondering why I’m here?”
You shook your head.
“How about everything that I said before? Or how I reacted? Are you not curious as to why I reacted like that?”
“No sir, I thought it’s because it would’ve been a shame to Dongcheo—“
“Stop pretending, I know you know it.” Mujin said, his teeth clenching as you watch him close his eyes in frustration. You’d be an idiot, if you still don’t know by now that the leader has romantic feelings for you.
“Know what sir?” To change the topic, you stood up from the couch. “Do you want some more wine si—“ Mujin gently tugged her hand, causing her to fall on his lap.
His touch was too much. Too much that she couldn’t find the strength to stand up from his lap. Her mind ran wild when he placed his rough hands on her hips, adjusting her thighs to straddle him, his eyes wandering from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes again.
“I’ll give you 5 seconds to stand up.” He whispered, looking at her eyes. “5....4.....3.....2....”
Then his eyes fell on her lips as he gently held her chin. “1,” then he pulled her and kissed her.
And though Mujin counted, he was expecting for her to pull away, so he was surprised when she rested her hands on his shoulders instead and kissed him back.
Mujin’s desire only ran wild, his senses were high on alert as they took her in. The feeling of her body against his, her scent, the sound of their lips locking, and the taste of her lips. Suddenly, he felt himself getting drunk of her.
Y/N thought she would melt, as she felt him gently caressing her arms, rubbing them up and down as if she was fragile. She felt so important, so adored. And if she only knew every thought of Mujin about her, she would definitely feel like a queen. If it was up to him, he could build a statue of her.
They had to pull away for a while, their eyes opening at the same time. “You’re so beautiful,” Mujin said, scanning her whole face while his hand caressed her cheek, pulling her face close to him again and sticking her forehead to his, closing his eyes. “You taste and feel so good, even better than I imagined.” He then pulled his face away from her to stare at her. “You don’t deserve anything less than perfection, and though I can’t give that to you, I’ll do my best to give you everything that I can.”
Through his half lidded eyes, Mujin stared in your eyes. “I’ll make sure you won’t ever regret it.... and all I ask in return is for you to stay by my side.”
He softly traced your facial features with the back of his hand. “Can you do that for me?”
With this question, you let your hand fall to the face of the man who was letting himself be vulnerable to you, despite of all the betrayals that he went through. “I will stay by your side, even if you don’t ask me to.” Mujin let himself take in the warmth of your hand, your touch drives him crazy that he wondered why he even restrained himself from doing this in the first place, then he would’ve had you for all those years, and you wouldn’t have to suffer from some lowly bastard.
He nodded at your response before moving his hand from caressing your cheek and to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper. Mujin was eager to taste you, and you let him. Fighting for dominance, you were trying to beat his tongue but when you felt his hands rubbing your thigh, you lost it. Losing your mind, you let him win. Mujin was smirking because of this.
“Mmmm,” The feel of his rough hands on your soft skin was so addicting. You’ve been touched before, but Mujin’s touch makes you feel like you’re burning up. You wanted more, wanting to feel his warmth, you arch your back and pushed your body closer to his.
Mujin moaned at the feeling of your chest against his, growing excited by the fact that he could touch you and undress you now, his long time desire. Now that he was distracted, you took your chance to land soft kisses in his jaw and neck. You work on his necktie, loosening it and throwing it somewhere in the room. You then moved to take off his jacket that was tossed somewhere too. You excitedly unbuttoned his dress shirt, aching to feel his skin under your finger tips. Mujin only chuckled at this, helping you unbutton his shirt.
“So eager for me,” he mused. You pulled away and stared at him through half lidded eyes.
“Do you even have any idea how badly I wanted to do this?” You whispered, trailing kisses from his jaw, his exposed shoulders and up his neck again to his ear. “Every time you called for me in your office, I wanted nothing but to straddle you in your chair and to just grind into you while leaving kisses in your beautiful neck.”
Mujin felt his cock twitching at your sudden confession. “Is that so?”
“Yes sir,” He moaned when you started grinding on top of him. “Fuck!” Hands falling on your butt and guiding them to grind against his hard-on. When you finally unbuttoned Mujin’s dress shirt, he took it off and tossed it behind him.
“As much as I love the feel of your lips, love, I also have my own desires to fulfill.” With that, Mujin pulled you in once again for another hot kiss, this time it was more forceful, you felt the slight burning of your lips. He squeezed your breasts through your clothes and you couldn’t help but moan.
“Please....” you said as you brushed his hair through your fingers. He held the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head, he pulled away just so he can see you, his eyes filled with lust and burning desire. He expertly unclasped your bra and let them fall down, his eyes dilating at the sight, while he bit his lip with a smirk in his face.
“So fucking beautiful,” he wasted no time, he pulled you closer and left a trail of kisses in your jaw, sucking everywhere that his lips touched, marking you. Finally. His kisses went down to your neck, finding the spot that made you moan, making sure to bite it and massage it with his tongue afterwards. Your shoulders were not excused, he left his marks too. As his kisses move closer to your breasts, he stopped.
“Mujin?” He chuckled. “So needy,” he adjusts your position on his lap, making you high enough so that your nipples were on the same level as his lips. He stared at your eyes and you felt his breath on your now perked up left nipple. Then he teasingly licked it.
“Ahhh...” you let your fingers pull on his hair, pushing him closer to your breasts. He started sucking, then finally, you felt his tongue playing with your nipples. “Shit!” You started grinding your core once again, too turned on.
Mujin was so satisfied to see you so eager for him. He let go of your nipple with a pop. “So, you have a fetish for nipple sucking.” I felt myself blush from his words. “That’ll be fun, but let’s do that some other time, for now..”
He moved to your right nipple, doing the same things that he did, he got the same reaction, which was you grinding your core against him. He made sure to leave marks on your breasts too. When he was satisfied, he pushed you up and guided you to clasp your legs on his torso, he then stood up and walked through your bed, not breaking the kiss. You let your hands slide down his heaving chest and the desire to kiss every inch of him took over you.
Plopping you down to the bed, you took this chance to climb over him. Mujin sighed, knowing he should let you, he then felt your lips on his chest, gently sucking on his skin... he felt weird, never has he been marked before... but he still let you, your lips moved to his tattoo. You pulled away for a second and gave one kiss to it.. just when he though you were gone, you moved your kisses to his nipples. He hissed, strangely liking it. As you move your lips to his other nipple, your hand traveled to unzip his slacks, pushing it lower to palm his hardened member, but he held your hand and turned over, so you were now at the bottom once again.
His lips fell on your breasts, wanting to feel the soft skin of your love handles... his finger traced your tattoo that was identical to him, while his left hand pulled your shorts down. He once again kissed your neck while his finger rubbed circles over your soaked panties.
“Mmmmm...” you moaned. Your breath ragged. He bit you the junction of your neck and shoulder and you were losing your mind so you reached down to take off your panties but he stopped you.
“I want it to be so soaked, love.” He said, kissing you once again, silencing your protests.
“Mmm please, ahh— touch me please Mujin.” You wanted to feel his finger without the cloth and Mujin pulled away to watch you pleading. He buried his nose into your neck once again, inhaling your scent.
“Sorry, I won’t be touching you... not yet.” He said before moving down, he then took off your panties in one move and pulled your legs over his shoulders. He slowly left small kisses in your thighs and his beard felt so heavenly in your skin, you watched under you as he buried his nose in your skin, seemingly wanting to take in your scent. He started moving again and you arch your back to get him where you wanted, but to no avail.
“Mujin please..”
“So wet for me, so eager, is this how much you want me, love?”
“Yes—“ before you can even finished, Mujin licked your folds gently eliciting a loud moan from you. “You taste and smell so good,” you arched you back again, wanting nothing but to bury him in your pussy.
“Please, Mujin.” He didn’t know you’d be the type to plead, but he likes it, so much. So he gave you what you want and began licking your clit, his mouth eating you as if he was starved for a long time. The moans that went out of your mouth were too loud accompanied by your hand in his hair and hearing his name with your gasps and whines made him so eager to draw out every single noise that he can get from you. He buried his nose in your pussy, while he worked his tongue, wanting to get you to come.
“G-gonna come,”
“Go on love, go on...” then he felt your body shaking under him, he looked up at you and in no time, you came in his mouth, his tongue helping you to ride out your high. He tasted your cum, loving how you taste, all the while staring at your face. You eyebrows were scrunched up and your eyes were almost closing, mouth open wide and your chest rising and falling. He then stood up for a while, taking off all of his remaining clothes as you watch him, you legs opening at the sight. He pumped his dick with a smirk on his face as he watched how you reacted.
He then hovered over you once again.
“W-wait, Mujin... I-I’m overstimulated.” Mujin only kissed your neck.
“It’s alright. I think you can take it, love. You’ll do well, going to take me so well, right?”
You had no choice but to nod, wanting to make him feel good.
“You want this, right? I can stop now..”
“No, please, please don’t stop.” Mujin nodded and he took your legs to help you lock them around him, they were powerless, looks like you’re only used to coming once. Huh. For a while, he kissed you to wait for you to move on from your high. Hands cupping your breasts and thumbs playing with your nipple, he noticed that he never failed to bring out a moan from you when it comes to your nipples.
Once he felt you’re alright he placed his arms under yours and held your shoulders, pulling you close to him, his chest touching yours and that alone can make him come. He slid his member on your folds, up and down, before he slowly entered you. You were already slick, but it still was hard for him to slide through. You buried your nails into his back while being stretched out. “Fuck, Y/N.” Once it was all in, he stopped for a moment, waiting for you to adjust, and when you left a kiss on his neck, Mujin knew he could start.
He pulled his hips back and slowly pushed it in, making a sound from slapping his hips to your own. “You feel so good... fuck.. so so good,”
He thrust into you one more time, almost losing his mind on how tight you were. “Mujin...” his thrust starting to get faster, though he always had to remind himself not to get too lost, but it was so hard not to lose control... you feel so good around him.
“You were made to be mine, love. You were made to be fucked by me— oh,” he can hear your whines, the fact that you can’t even form words struck him. He almost came when he felt you clenching around him. “Shibal—ah.”
He buried his face in your chest, moaning into your skin as his pace continued to pick up, your moans and whines only got louder. You were now meeting his thrusts, so it made him think that he could still go faster, which made you scream.
“My noisy princess,” he chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses in every skin that he could reach. He watched as your breasts bounced in each of his thrusts and how you maintained eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, forehead scrunched up. The image of you made him hornier.
“I-I’m—“ he was mind blown by how you were able to cum for him again.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well, princess...” he left kisses on your chests, knowing you were overstimulated once again, which made sense on why you were whining.
“Mujin—please,”
“Shhh shhh, you can take it princess, just one more... one more, you’re doing so well.” He caressed your hair, stepped back for a minute moving your legs over his shoulders for a new angle. He pinned your wrists at the side of your head, now satisfied with the fact that he’s face to face with you, so he left sloppy kisses on your lips, muffling your moans.
“MMMMMM,” you started writhing and he knew that he found your gspot, so he continued in this angle, detaching his lips from yours to bury his forehead to your left shoulder, he was going crazy.
His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was coming, you moved your hips a little to create a circular motion and he gasped. “Y/N...” you clenched your pussy to his and he buried his forehead deeper into your neck, leaving a bite on the junction while his finger stimulated your clit, causing you to come for the third time.... it finally caused him to come too, your name repeated like a mantra in your neck as he rode out both of your highs together.
He pulled out from you as he let himself collapse beside you, the both of you were panting for a moment. When he moved on, he reached for your face and caress it. You were completely used and he knew you couldn’t even stand. He sat up and looked over at you, eyes falling at the pool of cum in your pussy, oozing out of you, he’s beginning to grow turned on again, but you clearly cannot take another round.
Gently, he kissed your lips as softly as he could, his hands playing with your breasts, and you still reacted. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” And so he carried you to the bathroom and gave you a bath, his hands loving the softness of your skin. You tried to do the same to him but it was hard. He chuckled at this and assured you. “It’s alright, I got it.”
He reminded you to pee and he washed your feminine area for you, longer than he had to, but it still did the trick. He dried your hair and your body, not wanting you to get sick, then he placed you back on the bed once again, placing a soft kiss beside your head. “Thank you for tonight,”
All you could reply was a hum and then you fell asleep, Mujin engulfing you in his arms before draping the blanket over the two of you, still amazed at how good you felt against him, he swore never to stop touching you again.
#choimujin#choi mujin x reader#Choi Mujin fanfiction#my name#park hee soon#choi mujin#choi moojin#choi mujin imagine#my name imagines
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Dating Yoon Ji Woo From My Name Includes:
•You both meet for the first time after she joined the gang. You didn't warm up at each other to first until she fought with boxing gloves. She would keep on making eye contact with you sometimes to watch your personality and how you communicate with the other's.
•Yoon Jiwoo asked you to court you after the crime around her father's death was solved. You both went at her father's grave so she could tell him about who was it. Then she took your hand and went into a park with you. Where she started at caressing your cheek and kissed you.It took a long time for you both to stop kissing since you loved kissing. Meanwhile she confessed her feelings for you.
•You would help her to get through bad times when the traumatic experiences came back in nightmares or flashbacks. Her therapist would teach you both many methods on how to help with the trauma you both went through.
•Yoon Jiwoo would feel her cheeks flushing red when you flex your muscular arms around her from all the training and gang work.
• You both buy a whole house in Seoul and an apartment in Paris in case you both wanted to get away from your work life. She would kiss your forehead to thank you for the idea to buy both. She collected enough money to let you both rest for the rest of your lives that never got caught.
•Yoon Jiwoo still couldn't show completely her feelings which she is still in therapy for. Since she wants to learn how to show you all her feelings. Because for better and worse vow you both for each other when you first became friends. Now you are girlfriends.
•You would wake up from nightmares that included Yoon Jiwoo. Yoon Jiwoo would sit up and hold you until you stop crying. While sniffling you tell her about your nightmares.
•Yoon Jiwoo and you would go on dates a lot in between going to work. After finding jobs you are both passionate about.
•You both heal each other from every traumatic experiences you both went through. You both knew you would never recover to 100%. At the same you learned a lot about each other in your relationship.
•Yoon Jiwoo asked you at marry her when you both sat together at the beach and watched the sunset. When you said yes she cried in tears of joy and happiness. Mostly in relief if she is honest to herself. Your and her best friends recorded the whole romantic scene.
•Your friends became her friends as well. She get's along with your best friend. Who thanked her for making you smiling again.
•Yoon Jiwoo rarely said the three words. At the same time she knew that she loves you since she first saw you. Even though she pushed away these feelings to get through the grief of losing her dad. Sometimes she still blamed herself and missed her dad. At some night she couldn't believe that he is truly gone.
•You both marry each other at a place where you both feel like home. Only your friends and best friend were there when you both marry each other. She gave you to Yoon Jiwoo in front of the place. You both have tears in your eyes when you say your vows and I do. It's rare that Jiwoo cried in front of you.
•Yoon Jiwoo started a serious and deep conversation with you about having children together two years after being married. She knew she wanted you to carry the most of the children.
•You both cried together when you gave birth. She never left your side and became overprotective in every journey of your pregnancies.
•Yoon Jiwoo taught your children a lot about life. Especially how to not trust every person that they may meet in their lives. How you both love your children unconditionally. You both protected your children as good as you could together.
#yoon jiwoo#Yoon Jiwoo imagines#yoon jiwoo scenarios#yoon jiwoo x you#yoon jiwoo x reader#my name jiwoo#my name jiwoo imagines#my name imagines#my name scenarios#my name fanfic#my name x you#my name x reader#my name kdrama#kdrama netflix#kdrama imagines#kdrama scenarios#han soo hee#han soo hee Imagines#kactress#wlw#female x female#no smut#lgbtq fanfiction#fanfiction recommendation#reading recommendations#writer community#feedback appreciated#requests are open#dating headcanons#authorforrosie
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
#instant conversation enders for my multiple youth pastor cousins#don’t say it (I’m gonna say it)#The Child is The Price#but i mean come on#as someone who isn't actually even christian the real-life historical version of this is still cursed as fuck#i mean we know that jesus was a person who existed. whatever circumstances he was born in#its terrifyingly ominous to imagine being so unaware of the affect your child will have on the future of humanity#time itself will one day be counted around your birth of him#and all because he will suffer an excruciatingly painful death that you will not be able to prevent#not only that. but regardless of his or your intentions#regardless of whether there is a god#for millenea unfathomable millions will have blood spilled and will spill blood in his name#atrocities will be committed that you cannot even conceive of#and all on his and your behalf#you love your child. its beautiful. but there's horror in what you've done. because everyone else will love him too#and what's more dangerous than that?
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Zorella, the centaur pop queen ✨
Thank you to everyone who helped me by voting on her final design in the poll from last week! I'm so so so happy with how she turned out 🥰
#I imagine her music sounds something like a happy medium between Sza and Ashnikko :3#but maybe more EDM#her style is very raver girl so it fits#it was pretty funny designing basically a lingerie harness for a horse body LMAO#that was actually what inspired her design#I was thinkin about how it would be cool to try to combine strappy harness-y raver girl fashion with horse tack#I'm deffo gonna draw her more bc I already have so many fashion ideas for her#also I've realized that I rly love doing graffiti designs lol I got carried away with her name#it probs distracts the eye too much in the composition but w/e it was fun 😂#my art#character design#original character#OC#centaur#OCs#eye strain
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hurt my heart why dontcha.
#adventure time#fionna and cake#fionna and cake spoilers#simon petrikov#BMO#this is seriously fucked up u cant do this to me im so sadSNSSN#IMAGINE BEING BMO#just one day finn and jake say they'll brb and they're going on a important mission...#and BMO after this and them being gone for awhile just see's the world go into peril#death everywhere. no sign of his friends expect remnant's of the past..#and the only survivor is them...#no other's expect the thing who released hell upon this once lively and colorful world in the first place.#and BMO just accept's this...tells themselves that they're still around...cosplay's as they're old friend's...this is fucked up#in the current timeline all his friend's are gone to natural circumstances.#but for this one? it was too early. too sudden. atleast in this one BMO will remember they're name's but...man.#this poor lil robo cant get a BREAK.#AND THEY FUCKING DIE IN SACRIFICE AT THE END TOO SHUTUPPPDPDPDPD#and the fact BMO also consider's “jerry” a friend...not knowing...that the same person caused all this.#this is...SO FUCKED UP#WHY MUST THE SHOW WRITERS DO THIS TO MY HEART.
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Yesterday, I went to Baltimore with the intention of visiting a friend in hospice. Her health had taken a sharp nosedive over the weekend, and on Monday evening, the doctors said she maybe had a week left.
What actually happened was I went to Baltimore to help clean out her stuff, because she died at 8:44 on Tuesday morning and my plane didn't land until 8:50. So me and another friend helped another friend/her roommate (before hospice) find important documents, as well as save sentimental items for her actual loved ones because her family, well.
Her friends were her family. But because she died intestate, the people in her family of choice were entitled to nothing under the law. Instead of her beloved, disabled partner, her estranged family has legal rights to her savings bonds and the rest of her estate. (Sometimes common-law partners can inherit but they weren't together long enough to meet that criterion.)
I knew this was coming for a long time. You don't recover from the brain cancer she had. But it still really hurts. And knowing that people she hadn't spoken to in years are getting that money instead of the person she loved most... well, that hurts too.
Please, if you don't have one already, make a will. It's not hard. We don't like to think about it, because nobody likes thinking about post-death legal matters, but you need to make a will. If you're in the US, you can use websites like Free Will. You don't need an estate attorney or anything like that. In many states, a notarized letter is fine. I don't know enough about international estate law to say anything in that regard, but take half an hour to google estate laws in your jurisdiction and put together a will.
If something happened to you tomorrow, who do you want taking care of your pets? Do you have a collection of anything that you want looked after? Do you want your money to go to a person, a charity, or something else specific? If you don't have kids, everything reverts to a spouse. If you don't have a spouse, it goes to your parents. I know I don't want to burden my parents with figuring out what to do with my tegu, my skeletal collection, or my library. But if I died tomorrow, my will would take care of all of that. Thinking about mortality isn't fun, but dying intestate is worse. Make a will.
#death cw#her name was Constance but we all called her Corn#I met her in 2006 on an art adoptable sub forum of an anime forum and we'd been friends ever since#can you even begin to imagine how many of my most important relationships came from of all places gaia online and tungl.hell#it's so many
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 1: Dread on Arrival
(Part 2)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#jiang fengmian#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Yungmeng Jiang Training Arc AU#MDZS AU#The AU name for this idea is something I am 100% willing to change if someone has a better one.#There will be at least 2-3 more comics so *please*. Ideas and feedback welcome.#The core idea behind this AU is that LWJ goes to study with the Yunmeng Jiang sect instead of JC and WWX going to Cloud Recess#But why? Well I imagine Lan Xichen set it up to give LWJ a challenge (more social than skill based) and LWJ rose to it (begrudgingly)#Sort of a 'You've mastered so many Lan techniques but Other Sects have styles that are worth learning.' set up.#Lan Qiren agrees mostly on the basis that...well it's LWJ. Yunmeng Jiang is unruly but LWJ is beyond that riff-raff. He'll rise above it.#This is the story of a boy who thrives on routine and rules spending time in a place that is his apparent antithesis.#Also it is so warm there. He is used to it being cold and what do you MEAN just take off some of my layers?#I just want to see him struggle and flail in many situations. And get him in Jiang Purple. Is that so wrong of me?#(Soaking wet JC is part of my 'JC was born to swim; forced to hold a sword' agenda. Do not remove him from the water)#((Politeness notes: JFM would *not* call LWJ 'lan wangji' nor would LWJ be vocally impolite to a sect leader.))
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I came up with Floyd's (other) ex band mates and then I went a little insane about them. . . Anyway they're all alternative trolls who adopted him into their group. They play nu metal at underground gigs but mostly they just go to raves and get stoned out of their gourds.
original photos under the cut
I googled "90s rave photos" and had such a hard time choosing which to draw. i might make more of them in the future...
#exhibit A of why floyd also deserves branch's resentment#my guy was living his best worst life#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#trolls floyd#ex bandmates#trolls oc#alternative troll#les#hed#liv#riff#those are their names#if they get some love i will introduce them more properly in a different post#they all live in a van together and travel around. similar to JD's rv but smaller and i imagine it's bug inspired#maybe i should draw it#my art#I am so proud of these fr. some actually feel like old photos#some of these are supposed to be years apart#floyd is definitely the oldest in the second to last one. i imagine he's in his 20s in that one#and he's only around 14/15 in the last one#...yes they are all a terrible influence on him#90s rave#old photos#90s photos
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would you hold my face softly and tell me it will be alright?
#genshin impact#scaramouche#wanderer#furina#in my head they are already domesticated#very much in a romantic sense#i don’t see why people need to comment besties/siblings so badly#rant time#like you don’t need to ship them but this is my art and i very much ship it#so if you don’t see them that way you can interpret my art that way and go on your merry way#at this point it’s just annoying bc i could never imagine someone commenting siblings on my yantao art#i don’t mind if you see them as best friends i can also see them like that#but you don’t need to announce it#as if your integrity is in danger#im sad i can’t tag the ship bc it’s a rarepair and i’m not sure what the name even is#welp if anyone read this you can totally forget about it now i'm over it#sad scararina hours letsgoo
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Drip
stucky x female reader
Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.
warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation
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You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.
They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.
Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.
Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.
It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.
When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.
However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.
Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.
You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.
But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.
Steve’s tone wasn’t exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldn’t refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid).
Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed they’ve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.
Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision.
If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.
A currency no salary could match.
Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.
You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compound’s bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment.
As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself.
"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.
You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs.
For a fleeting moment you hoped they’d change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them.
Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.
Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.
Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement.
Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.
Steve’s gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers.
Your nipples instantly pebbled.
"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower."
Fuck.
If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time.
It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.
He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall.
Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.
A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.
Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down onto…
"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.
The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.
Swirls of gray in Bucky’s blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on.
Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steve’s chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles.
You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasn’t you who got to touch.
"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Bucky’s hands traveled all over Steve’s body, while his gaze remained locked on you.
"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.
At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Bucky’s voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:
"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."
Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles.
As Bucky’s fingers ran down Steve’s stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.
"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.
Steve’s own hand was gripping the back of Bucky’s head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didn’t bother to hide, Steve’s eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.
"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.
Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs.
"Are you thinking about it, starburst?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky’s hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock.
“Imagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?"
Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldn’t compare in size.
"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?” Steve’s hand splayed on Bucky’s hip when his partner came closer.
With his other hand he cupped Bucky’s balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Bucky’s cock, before fisting it.
“Big and long.” Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. “Do you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"
You weren’t thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now.
“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled against Steve’s shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, “I think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.”
Fingers still wrapped around Bucky’s girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Bucky’s almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss.
Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Bucky’s dick twitching in Steve’s hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Bucky’s cock.
“I don’t blame her,” Steve rasped when they parted, “I love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.”
Bucky’s soft laughter didn’t diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy.
Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.
“Bet she’s thinking about it now.” Their gazes returned to you. “Look at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.”
“Cute,” Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?”
“I-” you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside.
“Hands off.” He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. “You need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.”
Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.
A hush little encounter with minimum interaction.
Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about.
They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be.
"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek.
"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."
You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it.
“Show us how much you want it.” Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. “How thankful you are to be here.”
Hesitation in your movement wasn’t due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didn’t have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved.
Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.
“Doing good, starburst.” Bucky stroked your head. “Just follow what you always imagined.”
At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you weren’t that well coordinated. It didn’t matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.
Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.
As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan.
The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steve’s dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him.
Your scientific knowledge wasn’t impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter.
Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldn’t get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could.
After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steve’s dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other.
"Such a good pet." Steve’s praise spurred you on.
Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you.
“Do you want your reward, starburst?” Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock.
Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock.
You didn’t expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.
“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.
“You can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.” Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds.
“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “So fucking beautiful, little worshiper.”
Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds.
Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin.
You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue.
“Good girl, starburst.” They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it.
Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.
“Let's get you cleaned." Bucky’s voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.
Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.
"Please!” You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steve’s wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. “Please, please, I-"
"No." Bucky’s tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."
“Little worshipers think of their gods’ needs and wishes first.” Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment.
“And accept their fate, even if it’s to wait for their orgasm for eternity.”
"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.” Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. “I know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"
“Y-yes, Steve.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.
Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.
" ’Atta girl." He smiled. "Now let’s rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. We’ll take you out for dinner.”
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“thanks for the flowers!”
“what flowers?”
in which they find out you receive a gift from someone that isn't them.
characters; wanderer, alhaitham, kaveh
; i keep seeing that damn tiktok 😐 gender neutral reader, fluff, crack,
WANDERER eyes you skeptically, suspicion being evident on his pale features as he scans your expression up and down. has he already caught on to your little prank?
“first of all, who in their right mind would court you? and with some sappy flowers as well?”
you return his unamused gaze, finding him very unfunny.
“you do know that you're dating me, right?”
“unfortunately.” he clicks his tongue, further leaning towards your face, brows still furrowed as if he's trying to decipher something, gazing at you with an unreadable expression that has your resolve crumbling. “is this another one of your antics to get a rise out of me? if so, it's not working.”
his lips break out into a grin upon watching your eyes widen. but your shock doesn't last long—him immediately seeing through your silly scheme isn't an unexpected outcome, funnily enough.
“you're too serious sometimes.” you pout at him whilst he scoffs, “just humor me. what would you actually do if i managed to receive flowers from another?”
“it's simple—you can't.” comes his swift and confident reply, offending you as you stare at him incredulously, weighing the implication of his words.
“you speak of me like i'm the most unattractive person in teyvat—what do you mean i can't?”
“you're an idiot. would i have really chosen you if you were unattractive in any way?” he crosses his arms before facing you completely, indigo hues staring directly into yours.
“i already eliminated all those who dare steal you from me.”
...?
you freeze on the spot, processing what you've just heard.
“...excuse me?”
“—just kidding. i'm no longer that type of person, hah.” he huffs out a derisive laugh, yet his humorous farce does not meet his eyes.
not finding any comfort in his supposed testament of it only being a joke, you opt to stare at him confusingly in return. weirdo.
ALHAITHAM, much like the wanderer, catches on to the prank immediately. whether it's intuition, scarily precise deduction or just the way you generally act weird when it comes to lying to his face—he still figured you out in the end like it's nothing.
but unlike the wanderer, he decides to humor you and play along. what a good boyfriend.
“...you mean you didn't give me the flowers?” you flutter your lashes at him, a horrible and terribly inefficient way to convince him that the whole thing with the flowers is actually real. alhaitham suddenly has the rare urge to laugh. since when did you act like this?
alhaitham shifts in his seat. “no. who do you think it's from?”
“hm.” you hum thoughtfully, bringing a finger to your chin as if in deep thought. the scribe briefly wonders how far you're willing to take this joke. but he digresses—the chances of him actually getting mad at you are akin to that of kaveh finally shutting up—
“maybe kaveh? he grew an interest in flowers recently, so i've heard. maybe he sent some as like a sign of friendship or something along those lines...there's no way it means something else, riiiiiight?”
alhaitham pauses his train of thought.
speak of the devil.
momentarily doubting his conclusion that you're just pulling a prank, he quietly glowers at you as if silently telling you to take back your words.
“what about him?”
you immediately cower upon the drop in his tone—raising your arms in defense when alhaitham moves to stalk closer to you. “i was joking! i didn't get any flowers from anyone and last time i conversed with kaveh was when i—”
“let's go.” he grabs the back of your collar and drags you along, a newfound heavy weight in his footsteps as an indescribable and uncomfortable feeling creeps up on his neck.
“i really was just joking, 'haitham! i was bored and i wanted to annoy you for a bit! i swear!”
even if it wasn't true, the thought of kaveh gifting you flowers without his knowledge—
alhaitham's expression subconsciously turns sour. quite unlucky that you couldn't witness the extremely scarce sight of jealousy on your boyfriend as you are comically dragged against your will behind him.
“the nearest flower shop is just around the corner. tell me if anything piques your interest.” he says in way that has no room for argument. he is getting you flowers now.
KAVEH falls for it, obviously. not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed outside his designated profession, you see.
“i don't remember buying any flowers...” he mutters to himself, the gears in his head turning. it's almost laughable when he finally pieces your words together, a look of disbelief painfully present on his faxe but by some miracle, you resisted the urge to burst out in giggles right then and there. “wait...i didn't send any!”
“is that so...then who would send me flowers other than you?” you edge him on, instigating at its finest, much poking a sleeping bear with a stick while you circle it tauntingly.
an actual enraged kaveh is something you've never seen before, just some tantrums and endless ranting about some clients and his roommate. you've always wanted to see it—just not directed at you, hopefully.
“that's...ah, people already know you're dating me though, so it can't be someone hitting on you. maybe it's just from a relative or—”
“really?” you tilt your head, feigning a bit of confusion. “then i suppose i should keep these red roses then. i'll ask tighnari how to keep them alive, i guess.”
“w-wait, wait—could you repeat that?”
“hm?” you face him, “i'll ask tighnari?”
“no, the one before that.”
“...i'll keep the red roses?” you had to hold yourself back from grinning ear to ear when his eyes widen.
it's not unexpected that someone versed in the beauty of art would recognize one of the most common flower's meaning. quite the handy trivia.
he immediately stands up, grabbing your hand in tow as you yelp in surprise at his abruptness.
“kaveh?!”
“those flowers mean love! like, actual romantic love! i'll burn it for you right now! where'd you put it!?” the intensity of his ruby gaze sends shudders down your spine.
“it's not like i reciprocate it—”
“still, no one other than me should be sending those...!” kaveh tightens his grip on your hands, “i don't like the idea of someone hitting on you. i can't let anyone attempt to take you away from me...”
you blink. “kaveh...”
“—that's why show it to me now! or i'll bite you!”
“okay, okay! jeez...”
now...how are you going to break the news to him that it was actually yellow roses, and most definitely not from an admirer?
the biggest hater of my work is myself. wtf am i writing bruh ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
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two b-list sons of God and a second-rate resurrection
#tlt#my art#tower princes here pictured shortly after having chopped up a bunch of devil-infested civilians at antioch and burning the bits#which is a thing they did! crazy.#like...between htn and ntn ianthe and kiriona were just. bonding over committing war crimes in the name of imperialism i guess!#i think ppl forget sometimes that they weren't JUST on the mithraeum they were actually at antioch. idk how much they were actually on#the front lines but they were THERE roughing it in the military encampment or w/e. and gideon seemed to have#pretty firsthand knowledge of the devils and their specific disposal methods so. yeah i think she was doing some chopping and burning.#anyway the text in image 1 is the parable of the prodigal son#and image 2 is luke 9:22 (jesus foretells his death) and mark 16:6 (the resurrection)#imagine you practice ninth house religion and your iconography looks like this.
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THE PREFECT’S CAT CAFE ꒱ ❝ dormleaders. ❞
SUMMARY: after an off-handed comment made by Idia, you find yourself taking what he said into genuine consideration. instead of just bringing some cats into your guest room though, why not find a way to have both cats and profits while being comfy?
warnings; gn!reader x dormleaders. long post. the keep reading line may repeat a bit of text, but please continue reading if it does. inspired by this video. by interacting with this post you agree you’ve read through my navigation and i hold no responsibility for the content you view. part i. part ii. part iii.
PROLOGUE.
“Are you really sure about this, Henchman?” Grim asks, crossing his arms as he huffs, jealousy laced in his voice. He was used to your occasional strange idea, but he considered something to be sincerely wrong with you at the moment if you thought bringing other stray cats into his territory were a smart idea, not to mention the way you were cuddling them and scratching their bellies. Where did you even find this many cats? Did you make a deal with Azul?
Puffing your cheek slightly, you ignore your cat’s comment while putting the collar on the last one. “Do you want to have fancy tuna?” You reply, fixing the collar’s bow as you smile at your hard work. “You’re not believing in me, Grim. This is an untapped market potential, in case you forgot we have a whole dorm here at school dedicated to gamers and introverts practically. And you know what they like? Cats and silence!” You tell him as you look at your array of cats.
You’d found yourself surprised that Professor Trein actually entertained your question if he knew where to find cats on sage island, even more so when Crowley eventually relented to letting you keep a few cats in exchange for not bringing up the fact you’ve been through how many overblots against him for awhile. This was a chance you could not lose. “There’s cat cafe’s in my world with relatively simple rules and a quiet atmosphere. We simply need to make it a reality, and lucky for us we have a magical furniture tool and an investor.” You say, getting up from the chair and walking toward your little notebook to check off another item off the list.
“You have an investor?” He asked, not quite believing you as he raised a brow. Hearing his disbelief you chuckle a little, pointing your pen at a corner of the room to which he jumps in surprise, letting out a shock ‘nyagh!’ “Idia has been here for the past two hours, ever since I told him what I was going to do. I don’t know how or why he has money, but he has it and that’s enough for me.” You say, Grim still surprised he hadn’t notice Idia once in well over two hours. He still wasn’t convinced on your plan, but if it got him tuna and money, your plan surely can’t be that bad?
HEARTSLABYUL. riddle rosehearts.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.
“Are there any rules I need to follow while I’m here?” Riddle asks, a little antsy as it were his first time in a room with so many cats before. It were against the queen’s rules to bring cats to a formal affair, but this wasn’t too formal, it were a cafe. And you did get explicit permission from the headmage so indulging in you just a tiny bit wouldn’t hurt, right? With a laugh, you point in the direction of one of the walls with the rules on display next to a signed plaque from the headmaster giving his approval to your whims.
“The rules are really simple. No forcing or disturbing the cats, do not go around picking them up, do not let them have your drinks, and refrain from running around and making too much noise. Outside drinks, food, and shoes are not permitted for sanitary reasons. You can only feed the cats treats sold by the prefect or in the gacha machines, and you have to log in which cat you’ve fed to ensure one cat doesn’t get particularly overweight.” You read off the board the rundown as he nodded, determined to follow the rules. As he stepped inside your now transformed guest room, his eyes sparkled as one of the cats immediately begun purring at him. Perhaps a cat cafe truly wasn’t too bad a place.
Riddle was really weary of your little project when you first told him about it. He really stopped lecturing you after you explained you had all the proper permission and even an investor. He had no idea who on campus would help you with this, but after hearing it were Idia he thought that maybe you were actually a bit more serious than he realized about your cat cafe plans. He takes awhile to convince to actually come, but after maybe seeing a picture you text him of the kitties with the caption, “I want Riddle to play with me!” he concedes ever so slightly into your demands.
His eyes light up in genuine happiness as little cats meow at his feet. His only other real experience with cats was Grim as his mother would not let him near them, but now he understands what the appeal to cats is about. They’re all so soft and he may use an occasional toy, but he also gets to hear their affection purrs as they nudge him nearly making him forget why he was so angry just ten minutes prior when he was collaring a student again. He isn’t a regular since he’s busy, but whenever you happen to ask he tries to make time, only because you’ve asked him to or his dorm members ask him to visit, not because he’s succumbed to being a cat person, he says, lying through his teeth.
His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) shorthair with pure dark grey fur and orange-yellow eyes. He wasn’t too sure how to act around the cats but this one plopped it’s chubby body onto his lap while nipping at his hand demanding to be pet while meowing right to his face and Riddle could not say no to that face. The cat is not as furry as the others and he quite prefers that, less hair to clean off of his clothes. He thought he would of preferred a less demanding cat, but Sesame is very calming and distracting for his anger. He at some point also noticed cat collar’s slightly changing and asked you about it.. and you found a gift from him, more specifically Sesame received a gift. His previous yellow collar replaced with a higher quality rose-red collar with white outlines of rose petals engravings. Now instead of a silent bell he had a rose attached to the front of the collar, and at the back of the collar was a bow designed to resemble leaf petals.
Absolutely plays favorites, he’s still a bit weary for long haired cats to approach him but won’t tell them to go away, and he always feels guilty if he pets a cat that is not Sesame. He would be willing to buy cat popsicles and cat treats on occasion but tries not to overly them as he knows you’re trying to not get them to be overweight and stay within a healthy range. He’s also able to get some work done when he visits, though not too often as his cat takes up most of his time and does not like him to share his attention with his paperwork, deliberately plopping down onto the paper if he deems he has not received enough attention. You could probably get away with asking him a single stupid question while he is relaxed. Only one, so use that question wisely.
Overall is a good guest since he keeps quiet to himself and his cat, and if he’s talking he’s really quiet about it since he respects your rules. He follows every single one to heart, not only that but also makes sure other guests are taking it to heart as well.
SAVANACLAW. leona kingscholar.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.
“Shut up, herbivore.” The beastmen hissed as you tried to hide your overly smug expression. “I haven’t even said anything yet, Kingscholar.” You tease as he opens one of his eyes and snarls at you in a nonthreatening manner, one hand running through his hair as the other runs his fingers through the fur of the sleeping cat on his chest, unable to stop you from taking pictures without disturbing said cat.
“Aren’t you two adorable?” You can’t help but snicker as you snap another photo of the annoyed beastman. You were definitely going to post this on your magicam story when you were free. Distracted by your phone, you fail to notice his ears twitching ever so slightly as he looks away from you, his face just a little bit darker in color than before as he shuts his eyes, going back to sleep.
Leona had no interest in being friendly with a bunch of strays you brought in from who knows where. He actually laughed in your face the first time you offered him some coupon to your cat cafe, he had no interest being near rowdy students. That was until he had the most annoying day alive, a conversation twice with Malleus in a single hour and he used you as his stress relief, nearly knocking you onto the floor as he plopped onto you after following you into your cat cafe.
No one else was there as you hadn’t opened, and he understood the appeal. The room wasn’t overcool with regulated temperatures perfect for a cat, with dim lighting and soft music. You even had different parts of your cafe for different guests as you place him onto one of the longer sofas, finally getting him off of you as you poor him a drink and listen to his complaint. At some point he had a group of cats just laying on him and purring against him and snuggling and he’s fallen asleep, not waking up until you inform him you’re closing for the night, and not to move too abruptly with the cat still sleeping on his chest.
His favorite cat had claimed him during their first fateful encounter, being a persian breed. The cat is very fluffy with creamy white fur and golden eyes, enjoying swaying her tail against Leona’s nose and kneading at his chest, arms, feet, wherever she gets her paws on. She does not enjoy being disturbed but does enjoy the occasional pet and spends most of her time just napping with Leona and pawing at him. He claims the cat is noisy every once in awhile but he can be seen petting her with one hand as the other shields his eyes as he lays down, letting her purr against him. He flat out told you he was replacing her stupid black collar with a new one, a brown silk collar that’s just a tad bit loose, with a few golden engravings and a beautiful bow on the back in a lighter brown and golden moons. Nebula also gets cat popsicles every once in awhile that he gets Ruggie to buy from you.
He is used to a bunch of different cats crawling over him as they seem to naturally approach him, and he’s very smug about that to Malleus, but he does have his favorite. Nebula is his number one cat and he will pick her up even though you have a no disturbing the cats rule and he will place her beside him as he has a drink as he lays down in his unofficial spot while she climbs atop him and goes to take a nap. He’s not jealous but he just does not allow other people to touch his cat is all. Whenever you come over to bring him a drink he’s trying to pull you down and shamelessly puts an arm around you as you ignore his clinginess and return back to your cats and cafe. May use a cat toy on occasion but not when you are watching because you get a stupid grin and ask him if he feels like pawing at the toy and he tries not to leave you on a street corner.
Overall a horrible guest but a decent guest. He definitely does not follow every rule and acts grumpy but he’s very quiet except the occasional snore. He will also take a very long time to leave because you need to scratch his ears because he’s not “fully awake”. But in terms of cat parenting he’s a pretty good guest.
OCTAVINELLE. azul ashengrotto.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO.
“So… do you still want to complain?” You ask, raising a brow as you stare at the bespectacled boy with a smug grin. He swore that there was zero charm to a cat cafe and that you stole his business from him just two weeks ago, but now he had a cup of coffee between his fingers sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, a purring cat on his lap with documents on the table spread out as he worked. Azul’s face flustered a slight tint of red as he let out a small cough much to your and the twin’s amusement.
“That was the past, prefect. We found a way to make this arrangement mutual benefitting now, no need to bring up old problems.” He tries to sound professional as you snicker. Two weeks ago was not really a distant past, but you did work thing out. “Whenever you want a refill just let me know, I’ll leave you guys alone for now, I’ve got more to do.” You say, deciding not to tease the octomer further as you retreat back into the kitchen, leaving him to be teased by his two ‘friends’.
Azul had stormed into your establishment one day with a single goal in mind, to figure out how you had stolen his business. He came perplexed, how were you allowed cats on campus? Where did you get the money for renovation? Who was your supplier? Most importantly why did everyone favor the prefect’s cat cafe over the Monstro Lounge with quality service and quality food?
He had sat you down trying to be scary but you ended up putting him. You had offered him a proposal of a collaboration. If anyone orders a special item off the Monstro Lounge menu that day before coming into your cafe they’d be eligible to receive a little something from your cafe for free such as a cat popsicle or an extra thirty minutes added onto their time. He was weary at first but people came to the Monstro Lounge as though they were giving away free money as they came in groups. You both benefitted from this as you did not want food near your kitties that weren’t for them as that posed health and safety issues. He doesn’t know how but he also finds himself on occasion coming to your cafe during breaks as it was surprisingly calming despite his absolute hatred for these innocent cats when he originally entered.
His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) longhair with dark orange-esque fur with a fluffy white front and light blue eyes. He has no clue as to how but somehow this cat became his favorite as he purred against Azul’s shoes, nudging at him before eventually crawling into his lap. The cat makes little disturbance as Azul works, the purring soothing the octomer as he finishes up, occasionally finding his sleeves being tugged at when Butterscotch declares he’s been working enough by demanding pats. Butterscotch has also found himself on the end of receiving a lot of cat popsicles recently, and a collar upgrade. His collar went from a plain leathery texture to some high quality collar blue collar with tentacle engravings, and a sea patterned bowtie at the front of the collar, the center being a pretty shell.
He entertains other cats but keeps an eye out for his favorite, always reserving his lap space just for him. He mainly spends his time at the cafe after a large rush or when he has time off to work in the silence with his cat instead of the silence of his office. He actually finds himself working a lot faster in your cafe than all alone and he gets free refills on his coffee, so technically he is profiting than if he used his own supply, he justifies to himself. When he finishes work he may on occasion be found talking to you attempting to flirt poorly as you remain oblivious as he has no interest in manga or gaming. May occasionally be found brushing his favorite kitty’s fur and telling him he is going to become fat like he once was then still feeding him the treat regardless because he is very polite.
Overall is a very good guest as long as he has his kitty. Gets a bit antsy if he has to spend his time without his favorite as though he had been replaced but does not cause a scene or whine. Please make sure before you close he gets to squish his cat’s paw and knows he has not been replaced with a different cat dad.
SCARABIA. kalim al-asim.
KALIM AL-ASIM.
“Aha, prefect! Could I have another cat treat, please?” Kalim pleaded with you as you shake your head, doing your best at giving the puppy eyed dorm leader a firm no. He already had two today, that was enough. “But look at Taffy, she’s starving!” He says as you raise a brow, staring at the cat that was getting plumper by the day.
“Kalim, I love you like my actual child but no more. She’s even eating the other cat’s leftovers now at lunch time.” You scold the boy as he apologizes and pleads he will stop after maybe just one more treat as you sigh, putting your foot down and eyeing Jamil pleadingly who only pretends he can’t see you as he plays with his cat. “I’ll even pay four times the amount!” He said, pouting as you shook your head, ready to dive into the same discussion you’ve had with him the past three days.
Two hours, that is how long it took for Kalim to hear about your business venture and ask, beg, you to let him see. Apparently Idia had told Ortho who told the board game club members and word got around to Cater and Cater told him and Lilia and now he was bouncing off the walls in excitement with Jamil in tow. He was already prepared to meet the kitties and Jamil said it was okay so could you please go now? When he hears that there’s rules to follow he listens intently and follows them as best as he can remember, but he’s just so excited about the cats and trying your drinks! Also looking at the interior and more. Wait you also have gaming pcs and manga? He has to check those out too! His hyperactiveness could not be contained and you were a little concerned for the cats.
You were right to assume Kalim could not be contained for more than two seconds as he pspspspss at all of the kitties, toy in both hands as he was already playing with them, cats crawling on his lap and nudging at him, biting at him playfully and surrounding him as he held a cat popsicle out towards them, talking your’s and Jamil’s ears off about how fluffy and wonderful of a place this is. He had to tell every single person in his dorm about it, and his family, and people from other dorms as well, this was the greatest place on campus so far! Do you also need help buying the cat food or anything? He’d be willing to be another investor in a heartbeat but Jamil talks him out of it, partially. His favorite thing is official a cat in his lap as he drinks your own tea brew that he gifted you from his country… which may cost more than your entire life.
His favorite cat is a maine coon with black fur and green eyes. This cat has the world’s finest at her fingertips if she just meows. Kalim knows it’s wrong to pick favorites but he can’t deny that she is his favorite when she headbutts his chin and meows at him for minutes at a time even if he’s petting her. She’s extremely fluffy and starting to become pudgier but he doesn’t mind that as he gets her more treats. Her pink collar has long since been discarded as she now has a full wardrobe, but her collar is now the finest white silk and handmade embroidery with real gemstones and solid gold for the silent bell. Even the bow on the back of the collar is large and beautiful, she’s worth more than the students that actually visit the cafe and you hope you aren’t robbed.
Kalim does play favorites but also doesn’t. Things are very clear he has a favorite cat but he will play with any and every cat that approaches him. He respects your do not disturb the cat rule, really, but he just really wants to pet every single kitty. He always says he wants to try one of the pcs but ends up forgetting as he works on his homework failing to pay attention while petting Taffy and giving her kisses and then eventually falling asleep because he’s all tired out. He has read a few of the mangas but he reads it to Taffy specifically and Jamil has to remind him to be quiet for your other guests. He may have also asked his family to visit your cafe so you may be visited by one of the world’s richest couple in the future when the campus opens for outside guests.
Overall a great guest for the cats but a nightmare for you as he looks like a sad puppy when you refuse to let him buy treats. Also occasionally forgets and makes a loud noise when he enters and sees his favorite cat, and he can be a little distracting because he can’t sit still for too long at times.
POMEFIORE. vil schoenheit.
VIL SCHOENHEIT.
“When in Twisted Wonderland did this happen..?” You mutter to yourself as you brewed another cup of tea for Vil using the brand he specifically gave you for himself when he visited. He was adamantly refusing to even set foot in your guest room after hearing what you had done, but now Rook was taking a photo of him elegantly sitting down in one of your lounge chairs with a cat on his lap, purring loudly looking at the camera as though she understood how to pose and was a natural born model.
You bring the tea over to his table as he thanks you, lifting the cup and saucer elegantly as Rook takes a photo, already singing praises on how great it would look on his magicam as Vil looks confidently smug. You couldn’t believe this all happened just because Rook had said something about Neige and how cute it would be for a boy like him to be surrounded by cats. “Thank you for your patronage.” You say with a small smile on your lips, amused. Well at least a happy Vil is free promotion for your business on campus.
Vil was happy for you, really, but he was not going to visit the cat cafe even if you pleaded by his feet and rose someone from beyond this mortal realm to drag him in. That was until he heard Rook talking to you and Epel about how Neige would surely be so beautiful surrounded with cats and you agreeing and throwing in a comment about how it would make him seem more likeable and relatable. He knew Rook was a Neige fanboy but he couldn’t have you converting into one too, are you forgetting he’s the fairest of them all, and the only celebrity you should praise like that? If it is relatability you truly desire he can spare one afternoon at your cat cafe since he needs to check up on the place his dorm members have been spending their time at recently to ensure it is up to Pomefiore standard.
He originally looked as though he was going to fight one of the cats with how he was trying to mentally tell the long haired cats to stay away from him. He was so intimidating to even the cats that none were willing to approach him but one, a very snooty girl that begun pawing at his ankles, jumping up into his lap and kneading him as she claimed her seat. He found her demeanor pleasantly charming as she wasn’t that furry and she was good enough, he thought. He managed to get some high quality photos that did trend on magicam for the rare domestic sight of the Vil Schoenheit and a cat. It was surprisingly soothing for him and he did eventually come back where the cat once again claimed him as her’s.
His favorite cat is a siamese with cream white fur and black siamese patterns and bright blue eyes. She’s rather thin and does not shed fur all over his lap like some of the other cats. He makes sure to keep her fur shiny as he brushes her down and uses some toys on her. He refrains from often buying treats as she doesn’t seem fond of them and he doesn’t want her to be too overfed, a model should keep a strict diet. Her collar was replaced without even informing you, the old white one did not fit his or apparently her standard so he simply had to replace it for her. It was a pretty fancy dark blue color with golden engravings in the pattern of pomefiore’s insignias, a purely custom design, with a pretty bow in front, with a silent bell. It’s hard to believe she was ever a stray at one point.
He does not entertain most of the other cats beyond looking at them as he pets Iris. He knows his cat is a complete snob and will likely not entertain other guests, perched up high in her cat tree bed until he comes along so he would never cheat on her with being another cat’s dad. He has full faith that he is the only one that she will ever go to so he does try to stop by every once in awhile to make sure she’s getting the attention and grooming that is needed for a cat of her standard. He’s not into your gaming pcs or your manga corners, but does appreciate you do have school textbooks to borrow and a quiet study nook so that he can elegantly pet Iris with a cup of fine tea while doing his assignments as Rook fawns over them.
Overall a very good guest as long as you leave him alone. Follows your rules, does not talk loudly or much, and goes above and beyond with taking care of your cat that you begin to think it’s actually his cat he’s just letting you keep. You’re a little concerned he may just tell you he’s taking your cat with him once you graduate, but he is a rather good cat dad, at least!
IGNIHYDE. idia shroud.
IDIA SHROUD.
“I-di-a” You coo, bending down and whispering in the ear of the man currently on the floor, two cats surrounding him as he feeds them cat treats. The blue haired boy physically jolts upwards letting out a small whimper of utter shock of being spoken to as you chuckle. “Are you having fun?” You ask as he blushes, looking away from you as he turns his attention back to the cat pawing at his pant leg. “Ehehe, this is even better than watching the series finale to an anime live.” He whispers as one of the orange kitties crawls into his arms, headbutting him.
“You flatter me, glad to know you think so highly of my hard work. Ahem, our hard work.” You say as you pick up the other kitty, fixing their collar as you lightly run your fingers through the cat’s fur. Giving the cat a kiss to his nose and boop, you set him back down as you notice Idia staring at you only to blush insanely red as he looked away quickly from being caught. “Thank you for your hard work… prefect.” He quickly whispers much to your amusement.
Idia has become the number one patron. From the second class ends to the time you close for the evening Idia is right there petting the kitties. He’d actually volunteered to work for free, not as a waiter or anything but as a sort of cat playmate. He’d make sure the cats are satisfied and not bored and no one can touch him or look at him, but you said no, he needs to share the cats.
He’s the reason your wifi is amazing despite your run down dorm, and he makes sure absolutely everything regarding technology is perfect. It took him a bit to understand what you want and why that was necessary beyond you just saying cat cafes in your world have these things, but he understands what bliss is now. Anytime some machine seems even remotely broken he fixes it at a record pace.
His favorite cat had claimed him awhile back. A pure white ragamuffin that is extremely fluffy. The cat is extremely docile and she’d claim her spot in his lap, purring as he’d read manga or play on one of the cafe pcs, occasionally nibbling his finger when he squirms too much from gamer rage. Her original collar was a nice shade of orange, but he not so subtly changed it into one he got. A pretty light baby blue shade with small jewel engravings, a little silent bell at the front with a pretty bow on the back with golden stripes. You are partially convinced he genuinely does believe Ivory is his firstborn child.
He does play with other cats but has a favorite. He always pays for one cat popsicle a day at minimum to feed the cats and pays for other cat treats whenever he can because he is weak. He also is rigged at crane games so he can easily snack through the day never leaving the cafe. There are occasions you tell him stop feeding human snacks to the cat, they will get chubby. He ends up looking super offended on behalf of the kitties you dare said any one of them are chubby. When he’s not pampering the cats you can find him gaming in one of the pcs, grinding through an event. At moments like these do not approach him and leave him alone so he can forget he is actually in public and not his bedroom.
Overall a very respectful guest. He’s quiet, makes sure to respect the boundaries of the cats and the rules you’d set up, and does not cause any scenes. The only issue is getting him to leave may be a little difficult as he tries to give one more kiss… Or that he tries to come on your days off just to keep the little babies company. there’s also the occasion every so often that you can feel his gaze on you, only for you to catch him as he hides his face, the tips of his hair turning pink as he watches you work.
DIASOMNIA. malleus draconia.
MALLEUS DRACONIA.
“Child of man, could I please have one of those.. cat ice creams I believe they’re called?” Tsunotarou asked, eyes sparkling ever so slightly in childlike wonder as you let out a charming laugh, handing him a popsicle that was specifically made for cats to eat. He had always been fond on ice cream but now he had the ability to share it with someone else he liked, the cat that had claimed him a few weeks ago.
“Just one though, we don’t want to feed them too much now.” You say but know it will fall on deaf ears as you didn’t wish to ruin his fun. You didn’t think he had experience with cats before so you were pleasantly surprised one of your cats had practically claimed him, but it all worked out. “Worry not child of man, I won’t give him too many treats. Though I’m sure if I too were eating your cooking right now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself either.” Flustered by his comment, you leave him to play with the cat as you retreat behind the counter, he really was dangerous for reasons different than rumors.
He heard about your business venture from Lilia and was ready to pay a visit not caring if he scared off your guests but halted in his tracks when he heard you telling Sebek you were going to invite him. His mind tells him he has won the lottery and he retreats to fix his outfit waiting in the lounge for an hour until you reach Diasomnia’s doorsteps to speak with him. He is not listening as you greet him with a hug and tell him you’d like for him to come to Ramshackle for a surprise. Something about you also not opening the cafe today so it’d just be you and him so he’d be comfy, there’s really no reason to try and continue speaking he’s been charmed for over an hour, prefect.
He practically vibrates from sheer joy as he’s frozen, then rapidly shaking, then beaming as a cat waltzes up to him as though he owns the prince. He basically blue screens momentarily as the cat with such soft fur and pure innocent eyes meows up at him, pawing at his feet to be picked up. He picks up the cat as you watch curiously, finally figuring out he wasn’t listening to you at all as he stares at the cat’s eyes and then your’s. “Our child is beautiful.” He says as you raise a brow, shrugging it off as you tell him you’d brew him a black coffee and to sit wherever he would like. He instead chooses to sit at the counter bar, watching you and the cat that’s on his lap nipping at his fingers and demanding his attention as well. For the first time in awhile he feels as though something doesn’t fear him other than you.
His favorite cat is a ragdoll cat with white fur and black splotches and deep blue eyes. He claims this cat is your child and you have no idea what he’s thinking of but he seems happy as he shamelessly pulls out a cat toy and plays with him. Also slightly insults the cat by calling him brave or stupid as though a cat can comprehend what he means while mewling at him. Also asks you if he can also have a custom collar after Lilia tells him about his cat, and after you allow him to replace the old red collar he’s excited. Black is the color of royalty in the briar valley and Oatmeal has the privilege of wearing it on his new collar. A pretty black collar with green wings beside a silent bell that may be made of actual gold, along with a little dragon hood-cape and short plush horns you got him so your boys match.
Very possessive of Oatmeal. He will applaud other cats if they dare approach him but everyone knows he has a bias. He practically has been claimed by his cat and no one else is brave enough to go near his cat and no cat is brave enough to approach him, they are a perfect match. He has tried to take your cat back to Diasomnia but you have to remind him that the cat stays with you, he needs a proper schedule, friends, and he needs to stop being fed so many treats. He’s also incredibly smug about it and will come to the cafe on your off days as he talks to you petting Oatmeal and glaring at Leona on the opposite couch who’s busy petting Nebula but refrains from getting physical or suffer your wrath. You’d kicked both men out for an entire weekend.
Overall a good guest personally, but his reputation may cause some people to be scared of visiting. Regardless, he’s very polite to you and treats his cat very good, making sure to give him treats and enough exercise with a toy. May also overpay for coffee and start fights with Leona when you aren’t even open yet. In fact, how on earth did the two of them even get into your cafe? You literally just woke up and they’re spitting insults at one another.
EPILOGUE.
“Fnaygh! I guess I really am a business genius, Henchman.” Grim said as he dug into a can of fancy tuna, one that you had bought without having to worry about your budget for once. You expected success from Ignihyde students, but it seemed like your little business venture went above and beyond with students from all different dorms trying to be booking ahead of time and trying to visit your cat cafe.
“Right right, you’re the genius, Grim.” You laugh in response to your friend as you finished checking on the other cats, finishing up for the evening. In terms of profit, almost every single day you were fully packed with as much people you’d allow in at once, and you had to temporarily increase the charging rates. Despite the increase people still begun to visit, who knew the school filled with villainous kids would be so excited to pet some cats? Especially your regulars, they adored these cats enough they got the cats gift, not you, but the cat.
It was tough work to manage the guest room cafe all by yourself though, you had to admit to yourself. Perhaps you should take up Ace’s offer and idea at hiring some part time employees, your first year friends had already offered, so maybe you’d start training them for help?
a bit of a long post but i have had this thought for awhile ever since reading Idia’s guest room lines? So I figured I would just turn my headcanon into an actual written work. I have more ideas though for a separate post, but I am unsure if I’ll post it, but I do need to share my thought’s of Floyd’s favorite cat being a sphynx cat named prune that is very vocal and has a cozy ugly little sweater that Floyd likes to bathe with you.
©idiaa-shroxd. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or use my works to train ai.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst wonderland#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#riddle x reader#leona x reader#azul x reader#kalim x reader#vil x reader#idia x reader#malleus x reader#please ignore my rant but IMAGINE floyd with a sphynx named prune that has little sweaters#and Floyd’s like what is wrong with the cat why’s the cat like that and how do I have this cat#the sheer audacity the cat has to have no fur AND wear clothes?#that’s all. he owns the cat now. the cat looks at him with hairless face and Floyd is amazed.#also managed to pull FG Ortho!
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I watched the new Spider-Man across the spiderverse
#spider man across the spider verse#miles morales#my art#spiderman#peter Parker#i do not remember thr other guys names#spider punk#Spider Gwen#Shitpost#it was late when I drew this ok#And now it’s early morning :(#Omg it’s freaking funny that this post kind blew up a lil bit#Well blew up in terms of the attention my blog usually gets#I Imagine ppl have come to my blog for more spiderverse content#And then all they see is Cddwtd shipping and au crap and they’re like#What the fuck#That’s so funny to me for some reason ALSKDNJD#WHAT#THIS IS MY FIRST POST TO REACH 1K NOTES?#great#1k
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#selfie bee#me telling a coworker who I have been working with for 4 months and whose name I do not know about my toenails#i'm sorry Tobias (?? Paul ??) it was the only topic I could come up with after I already told you about the big bird I saw in 8th grade#FRIENDS how are you!! :) how has the new year been so far!!#did you have a lot of snow on christmas!#we did and it was really fun! I had a very bad cold so I just watched the snow from inside but that was good too c:#do you have any plans for the new year?#i always have lot and most of the time I do not do any of them but planning is fun#this year I REALLY want to watch all of Star Trek ヽ(´∇｀)ﾉ#I would also love to learn how to make a handstand#imagine if you could just make yourself upside down#but it is a far away dream because honestly I am not very good at being usual side up most of the time either#but I will try probably at least 2 times to learn it ( ᐛ )#maybe I'll finally finish that website!#new years are good and fun#it's wild to think about how much daily life has changed since last year but I feel just the same :)#who knows what this year will bring!#I hope I don't hit a pheasant with my car#I almost hit a pheasant with my car last year and the pheasant made direct eye contact#I wonder how he is doing today#since that moment I think about pheasants a lot#I knew they were real but I had never seen one#just to know they are out there is a mystical feeling#right know it is raining so all the pheasants might be wet#get dry soon pheasants!!#I don't think I've ever seen a wet bird either#I don't know what do do with all these birds thoughts#also thank you for the person who asked about my skirt!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅#I've finished it and its really really bad#but I love it
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Wahh. thinking about geno and sans, and. error and sans' relationship. specifically the classic ajesent sans in geno's timeline.
#undertale au#utmv#error#error sans#classic sans#geno#geno sans#iiii don't remember how to tag these guys pff-#[underverse dragged me back kciking and screaming#and than two of my best friends decided to have a 3 hour chat about it#with me and now I'm ill about utmv again >:((]#it's a little fucked up though. don't you think#I imagine geno is kinda like. brothers with the other half. they're like twins#they just. got split off a bit later than most#and error. that's. that's the other half that's the rest of your soul that the guy you spent ages practicing speaches and monologes to talk#to. that's. that's him [you can't remember though. can you]#sans classic ajesent whatever that's in aftertale needs a cute name. is after taken? after is Cute. after genocide. two of three brothers.#jbird's art
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