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gojou-violin · 10 months

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catch your breath

| pairing: tamaki amajiki x gn!yandere!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. dead dove do not eat. breath play. drowning play. overstimulation. edging. multiple orgasms. begging. consensual yandere behavior.

| summary: tamaki reserving a private onsen for your anniversary probably wasn't his brightest idea.

| wc: 2.8k

| taglist: @laraleafs , @alkr-67 , @worshipmevenus , @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @its-makonom , @unknownspecies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @saccharine-darlin , @1-800-movha , @tylerthecreatorswife , @nc-vb , @mysicklove , @archer-fb , @bedheadloser , @your-caffeinated-bitch , @svinxie

It was warm… It felt inviting, honestly. The last time you’d gotten the chance to relax so nicely was over winter when Tamaki surprised you with a trip to a cabin up in the mountains so that you two could share your first white Christmas together. In the middle of the summer, though, you thought that going to an onsen for your anniversary wasn’t exactly the best idea; but Tamaki convinced you because he found a cute, secluded ryokan for the two of you to stay at for the week, and the plus to the reservation was that it came with the private onsen that you didn’t have to use if you didn’t want to, but he certainly wanted to. He loved long baths. With how much he worked, stressing himself out and tiring his body, it was no surprise that he took those quiet evenings in the water to relax with you while recovering from his long days— So how could you deny him a whole week of sleeping all day and slipping into the onsen whenever he wanted? Once he got in, you knew you had to join him. The water was warm— But not so hot that you were dying in the summer; and the scents from the candles made Tamaki melt in your arms.

You kissed his cheek as you wrapped your arms around him so that his back was pressed tightly against your chest. “Feeling better, baby?”

He nodded with a happy hum.

“I’m glad.”

Ten minutes of holding him, running your hands through his hair, and tickling his sensitive chest and stomach was all it took before he started unknowingly grinding upwards in search of your hands on his growing erection. The second you gave in, he was a goner. Tamaki went stiff and his eyes were wide open, his fingers digging into your thighs in the water. Come on… It was your anniversary, and he’d gone all out, spending so much of his hard earned Pro Hero money on taking you out to the middle of nowhere so that you had all the privacy in the world… How could you not use him? He was laying in your arms— He looked so fucking adorable and innocent. Oh, how you could die of happiness whenever he blushed. The second he felt you take his entire length in the palm of your hand, he got so embarrassed his cheeks turned a bright red, and he tried so hard to hide his face from you so that you couldn’t make fun of him for it like you always did; but you knew him better than anyone else. He knew that you loved how shy he was and how easily you were able to corrupt him. Meanwhile, you loved that he tried to keep how much he loved your teasing and torture a secret from you. His body just always betrayed him. If you asked if he liked being degraded, he would shake his head, yet his body would quake and he’d beg you to fuck him harder. If you asked if he liked the painful clamps and floggers, he’d insist that he could never enjoy something like that, yet every time you had him tied up with his skin beet red, he was as hard as a rock. Your cute little Tamaki.

“Please,” he begged quietly, “I’m close.”

You bit on his ear lobe. “That’s not how you ask for permission, dumb boy.”

“Please, please, please let me cum.”

“No.”

He hunched forward while you continued to jerk him off despite the fact that he hadn’t been given permission to cum. You wanted him to hold it back like a good boy. You’d trained him well enough to listen to you, now the two of you were on the most difficult part of making him the perfect sub: Actually getting him to cooperate. What he wanted vs. what his body did were always two different things. He so badly wanted to obey every single one of your orders, but the pleasure was too good, you knew it. Maybe it was cruel of you to do it on your anniversary, but you couldn’t help but force him to cum.

Poor thing tried his absolute best. His fingernails were digging harder into your thighs, his head was thrown back against your shoulder so that he could stare at the ceiling to focus on literally anything besides your touch, and his hips were squirming like crazy in the water in an attempt to get away from you before he could break your biggest rule: No cumming without permission.

“Stop, stop— Stop— Fuck— I’m cumming— No, no, no, stop—”

“Don’t cum.”

Before you could even really stop him, Tamaki lifted his hips out of the water suddenly as he came with a loud, pathetic whimper that made you nearly faint with happiness.

“Bad boy,” you huffed as you stopped touching him, his cock visibly throbbing at the neglect. “You got the bath all dirty. How are you gonna explain this to the staff?”

He couldn’t reply, he was too flustered.

You grabbed his chin roughly so that he was forced to look at you over his shoulder. “Are you so dumbed-out already that you can’t answer my questions?”

There wasn’t a single thought behind those eyes and flushed face. Poor thing. He didn’t want to cum, you could see the regret flooding him as the euphoria from his orgasm slowly washed away. He wanted to be good for you. He was your good boy. You were just so mean sometimes, and it was all on purpose of course because now that he’d broken your most important rule, you had every excuse to punish him.

Slowly, you wiped his long hair out of his face. “You know what I have to do now, don’t you?”

He pouted. “I’m sorry—”

“I know, baby. Do me a favor?”

He nodded.

“Tap my leg if I go too far?”

His eyes widened. Before he could react, you got a good grip in his hair so that you could push him forward until his head was dunked under the water. Tamaki’s hands grabbed your thighs, but he didn’t tap out. The water splashed around a bit as he fought back and you simultaneously adjusted to sit on your knees so that you had a better angle to keep him down until you were content. After counting to five, you lifted him up. He panted, trying to catch his breath frantically while you wiped his wet hair out of his face so that he could see you as something to ground himself back to reality.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, hmm? I could be a lot worse, you know that.”

Tamaki pouted at you, “I’m sorry—”

You’d heard it before, so you decided to dunk him back down. Again, he fought you, but you didn’t let up until ten seconds had gone by. After he was back up to catch his breath, you used your free hand to reach between his legs.

“Still sensitive down here from the orgasm you weren’t allowed to have?”

Sure enough, he was semi-hard, and the second you began jerking him for a second time, Tamaki made an attempt to pull your hand out of his hair and away from his cock so that he could escape you— Stupid boy, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Deep breath for me.”

He didn’t have time to realize what you said. You pushed him back under the water for another ten seconds. In the past, when the two of you had fucked around like this, he was able to go for about a minute— Something about his old days of hero training that had him ready for it— so you were only just getting started. If he wanted you to stop, he would’ve warned you the first time you put him under the water. He would never in a million years admit it, but he liked this. He liked that he had to give up all control to you and your sadistic punishments because they got him off, yeah, but also because he trusted you to take care of him. You weren’t going to hurt him. Nothing bad was going to happen while your hand was in his hair to pull him back up to the surface where you’d give him time to recuperate.

“You sure you’re sorry?” you asked, palming his sensitive tip.

“Stop— Stop— Too much—”

“Tap my leg then.”

When he didn’t, you continued to torture him until he was surely hard again. Twenty seconds under the water. You waited and waited for a tap, but nothing came, so you smiled. He was just as much a masochist as you were a sadist. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you loved him more than anything in the whole world.

“You’re up to twenty seconds now, darling boy,” you praised him once he came back up.

He slumped against you completely, even ignoring how fast you were getting him off. All of his focus was on his breath and trying not to cum at the same time.

“The first thing we agreed on when we started dating was that I’m the one who gets to decide when and how you cum. Do you remember that?”

He nodded shyly.

“So why’d you cum?”

“Y-y-you—” He hiccuped. “You did it… did it on pur… purpose…”

“Are you talking back to me?”

“No—”

You pushed him under for twenty-five seconds.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned you the second he was out of the water.

Just as soon as he said it, you pulled your hand away, watching as his entire body twitched in reaction to the harsh edge. You cooed at him sweetly. He was a breathless mess between the water play and the edging, so you gave him another few seconds to bounce back as you kissed his neck and pinched his nipples. He melted into you so quickly. It was like he forgot what you were doing to him because you were suddenly being so kind and caring.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Tamaki got smart this time around. The second he felt you tightening your grip in his hair, he took a deep breath right before he was pushed under the water. Since you weren’t able to catch him off guard, it meant that he could go longer like he always did at home whenever you had him bent over the edge of the tub while you were fucking into him; or when you two were in bed and you had your hands wrapped around his neck. You dared to leave him there for forty-five seconds. Towards the end, his chest started moving, like he was trying his best not to open his mouth to let any water in.

“Hold it… You can do it… Come on, baby…”

Though he likely couldn’t have heard you underwater and with all the splashing going on, you were cheering him on to make it the entire forty-five seconds.

“Good boy…”

He gasped deeply when he sat up straight. “C-c-cumming—”

“Don’t you dare.”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight after you pulled your hand away for the second edge that nearly made him lose it altogether. “Meanie.”

“Deep breath, baby, ‘cause you get a minute for that.”

“No, wait—”

It wasn’t a full minute, to be fair. Counting in your head meant that you went faster than the clock on the wall, even though you could have obeyed by the clicking seconds if you wanted to. What should have been a minute was still more like forty seconds— But Tamaki couldn’t tell the difference while fighting to resurface the entire time. Ten seconds? Thirty seconds? Five fucking minutes? Who could tell the difference when they had someone preventing them from breathing and simultaneously edging them as a cruel punishment for something they had no control over in the first place? If it had been anyone other than Tamaki in that onsen with you, you probably never would have gotten away with kinky shit like this. Not in a million years. But the fact that it was Tamaki of all people made it that much better.

“Such a good boy for me,” you cooed in his ear once he was done. “What’ve you learned?”

“N-no—” He hiccuped again. “No t-t-talking ba-back…”

“And?”

“No cum… No cumming…”

You nodded. “See? You’re such a smart boy!” You patted him on the head so that his hair could have a break from all the pulling. “And who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“And what about your orgasms?”

“They're yours…”

You chuckled wickedly, biting down on his earlobe. “Good boy.” You swiped your thumb over his tip. “If you can do a full minute, I’ll let you cum. Think you can do that?”

He nodded eagerly.

“What do you do if it’s too much?”

“Tap your leg.”

“Oh, my smart boy, you’re such a good listener.”

All the praise was getting to his head after being tortured and degraded the entire time. He was a bright color of red that had nothing to do with the fact that he was still trying to catch his breath a bit— It had everything to do with the fact that he was madly in love with the way you complimented him, even though you were really just being condescending.

“One minute. Deep breath in for me…”

He inhaled deeply.

“And out…”

His chest fell as he exhaled.

“Hold it.”

And then you pushed him back under, this time watching the clock carefully for the minute mark. Tamaki was trying his best to hold still so that he didn’t waste any energy on his futile attempts to stop you, because all of his focus had to be on holding his breath for the full minute. Making it up to you was all he wanted. If taking the whole minute meant that he could get your permission to solve the whole issue, he was going to fight like hell to make it happen.

“Three… two… one…”

There wasn’t a single struggle out of him, not a pant out of him, not a thrash, not a tap on your thigh. He was still squeezing on tight which was the only way you knew that he hadn’t passed out; He was just so focused down there and wasn’t keeping track of the time that he thought he still had longer to go. Could he really do it? Fuck, you were gonna be so proud of him if he could. So to reward him for it, you ran your hand up and down his length as fast as you could while occasionally stopping to play with his tip. Whenever Tamaki got close to cumming, you could tell by the way his whole body would react. He’d get stiff, his toes would curl, his legs would go straight, and he would cling onto for dear life. Still underwater, you saw Tamaki get right at the edge, and the panic settled in.

You pulled him up briefly to say, “Cum for me,” right before you pushed him back under.

Part of him was trying his best to fight you now that he didn’t have to focus on surviving the entire minute, and the fact that you’d hardly given him any break; but his body was betraying him again by going as stiff as a board right when his orgasm hit.

There was a tap on your leg that made you let go of his hair and grab him by the chest instead as you lifted him upright so that he could rest against your chest.

“Breathe. I’m here.” You went to hug him, but he grabbed your hand to force you to keep jerking him off. In fact, you didn’t move at all, Tamaki simply held onto your wrist for dear life while moving you the way he wanted. “You want a third one?”

He nodded as desperately as humanly possible.

“Cum for me, my sweet boy. You deserve it.”

Tamaki moaned your name as another orgasm hit him hard, sending his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “T-thank you— Fuck— Thank you…”

His body jolted a couple of times as you slowly stopped touching him, bringing your hands up to his face to keep his hair out of it. The way he put all of his body weight on you, you knew that there was no chance he was walking out of that onsen by himself within the next few minutes.

“You were so good for me, Aki.”

He whimpered at the nickname— One that only you were allowed to call him.

“I’m so, so proud of you.”

He stretched to turn slightly so that he could kiss you weakly. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips.

You pushed him away gently. “Catch your breath.”

He slumped, inhaling deeply as his eyes shut again so that he could rest.

Maybe the two of you could make trips to private onsens a more common occurrence if this was going to happen.

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Stuck With You

i wrote this blurb to compensate for the fact that it’s January and there’s no snow in NC :(

Word Count: 400

Content Warnings: None :)

You giggled as Spencer laid kisses along your neck inside the warmth of your little living-room fort. You and Spencer had casted blankets between the top of his couch and his coffee table and made a little fortress to read in with a flashlight. Clearly, though, you’d gotten distracted.

His fingers tickled your stomach again, causing you to throw your head back further in a fit of laughter. “Spence-” You pushed his chest away, laughing. “The book!” You said as you nearly rolled over it to escape him.

Spencer pulled away, gathering himself in a few breaths. You turned around and snuggled into his chest inside your little pit of blankets and pillows as he clicked on his flashlight and turned to the first page of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.

You rested your head over his heart so you could hear its steady beat rather than the rattling thunder that had knocked Spencer’s power out. “On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged…” Spencer trailed on, whisper-reading the book aloud to you.

You listened to his words, feeling them tickle your brain and tug on your heartstrings. His sweet little whispers put you to sleep easily, calming any nerves you’d had earlier about the storm.

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When you woke up it was to the sound of a large snap that ended with a thwang, the vibration of a tree hitting the ground in front of Spencer’s apartment. You propped yourself up against Spencer’s chest, shaking him awake- but he’d already heard it.

“Spence-” You began to shake in his arms, but tried to hide it.

You immediately felt his soft hands rub your back slowly and soothingly. “Everything’s alright. I’m going to look out of the window for a minute.”

You tugged on his sleeve in protest. “You shouldn’t be close to the window.” Spencer simply smiled at your worry, lifting your chin up to give you a sweet kiss.

“Only for a minute, okay?” Damn his kisses and how they silenced you.

You poked your head out of the tent so you could watch your boyfriend sleepily walk towards the window above his sink that overlooked the building’s parking lot.

“Shit, it’s blocking the entrance.” He whispered to himself, unaware that you had now snuck up behind him to have a look for yourself.

You placed your chin on his shoulder, “That’s too bad. I guess I’ll be stuck here with you.” You whispered. Spencer wasn’t even frightened by your surprise presence, just warm inside. He was warm and happy and almost glad you were stuck together.

“What if I told you I was glad you’re stuck here?” Spencer turned around to face you, resting his hands on your hips.

Your stomach whirled. It’d been months and you still couldn’t make eye contact with him sometimes. You had him and you were still crushing on him. “Then I’d tell you I’m glad I’m stuck here too.” You whispered back, closing the space between you and Spencer’s bodies with a kiss.

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kel-lance · 2 months

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Yandere! Gojo x Reader part 3

——MDNI—- warnings: dc/nc, manipulation, coercion, physical abuse, emotional abuse, etc.——-

“Sa-san…”

“I said strip.” He lays back into the couch not ever taking his eyes off you and his fingers again bruise . “You don’t want me to it for you, I won’t be able to control myself after that.”

You gulped and heeded his warning, taking off your shirt with full eye contact. Watching his every move with scorn in your eyes, you wondered how many other women he’s abused with his looks.

“You look jealous, not hateful. Would you believe out of all the women in the world I’ve been with, I actually want you?”

The heat rose to your throat but you ignored him to not egg him on further. Taking off your pants, shoes and socks, you stand there in your underwear. Satoru stays sitting on the couch, his hands pinching and tracing every new part of your body he hasn’t seen before.

“So nice.” He brings you closer to him, placing his head in your chest. His breathing was becoming erratic, his actions getting more violent. He pulls down your panties and tosses you onto the couch before fully pulling them off. You’re on your back, your bottom part exposed and his eyes glowing now, he couldn’t take them away from this sight he’s prayed for before.

Before you could even think of asking what was he thinking, he climbs on top of you. “You keep proving me right.” He leans into you and kisses you passionately, pushing you back into the couch. Straddling you, keeping your smaller body between his knees, his towering mass cages around you, his face smashing into yours and his hands once again hungrily taking in as much of your body as he could, then over again, and again, until his hand started to trace around your chest, down to tickle your belly, until its hovering right above your hot lower mouth.

His middle finger traces your inner thigh, making you cringe, slightly raising your leg as a reaction but Satoru holds the leg down with the palm of the same hand. His grip demanding, threatening to rip off your skin, you know he’s still holding himself back. At this point would you rag doll it? Would he get angrier if you didn’t play back? Before you had time to decide he makes his move.

He tugged at the tuft of your bush before repeatedly striking his fingertips onto your clit. A jolt moves your body and your toes curl to the assault. What the fuck, it felt so fucking good, you’ve never been able to feel this before.

It was insane, each strike made your whole body move from the sensations Gojo sent through you, through your clit. Your hands automatically found and gripped to the ends of a throw pillow, twisting your body to almost get away but Gojo held you down, placing a hand on your back as you turned yourself around.

He gave you a second to catch your breath, helping to edge you from this, before he makes you too sensitive or even cum once, he wanted to stuff you and fuck you with his cum. He grabs you hair and lifts your entire body up to level his mouth to your ear. “Just perfect.”

As you shake and hold yourself up by your forearms, Satoru decides to insert his two large fingers into you, catching you by surprise. Your body freezes as you try to get used to the new sensation, it was hard with him still wiggling himself around. Your breathing started to get heavier as the feeling starts to form a cloud in your stomach, branching off heat to your face as your body is still understanding the situation.

His two fingers plunged and dragged themselves out of you, you can tell gojo was so impatient by the way he stuffed another finger in you and kept all three fingers to stretch out your hole just bit more for him, before he decides to go in. “You look like the type to not have had it in a while, so I was right about you being this tight, but I never thought you’d be this wet for me.”

He gets on top of you, his thighs draped over your and his hard member poking you through his pants. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve needed you.” He leans down to kiss you greedily, taking your tongue in his mouth and playing, poking, sucking on it, he wasn’t holding back anymore. As he had you distracted, his other hand has unsheathed his length from his pants, now you can feel his hot and angry head realigning itself up to your hole.

“Wait- wait!” You didn’t think you’d have to tell him, you knew he was going this far but it’s the way he’s doing it. “Wait!”

“I like to see you struggling princess but it’s too late.” His large hands pinned your hips down. He sighs out out through a dark smile and his glowing eyes light up as he slowly enters you. You whimper, or was that a cry? You don’t know what to think, this isn’t real. No, it was, but how was this happening? You never did anything to catch anyone’s eye, you just happen to be lucky as a special grade and changed personalities after your cockiness costed you your team.

You just went to school, exorcized special grade spirits, you tried to help people yet every time you did, things would end up worse than before. Relationships of any kind were out of the question, you were fine on your own. The rare times people did flirt with you, they asked if they could help you with your obvious frustration. Most of the time it was Gojo. It was always Gojo.

In the little time that you knew him, he made you remember him every time you ran into each other. He made sure to get closer every time so you weren’t surprised he was laying hands on you the second time.

Now, he was finally filling you, making you shove your face into the pillow, biting it as much as you can to bare through his forced entry. He gasps out. “God you feel so fucking amazing.” HIs girth was hard to adjust to, not to mention his length just didn’t seem to end, you felt him going deeper and deeper. You felt him bully through your cervix, “He’s gonna poke through my stomach from the wrong side.” you thought.

“Relax.” He says, finally fitting his entire self in. You forgot to breathe, slowly letting the air you trapped in your lungs to escape. The release of your muscles and the airflow back to your brain, your body relaxed around him like he told you. He kisses the back of your head. “Such a good girl.” He kisses you more before he pulls himself back, grabbing your hair again and you adjusted to see which personality he switched over to now.

“Who else got to feel this before me? I’m so jealous right now I could kill them.” He drags his dick out of you slowly, making a sweet feeling that engulfs your left side. It was something you couldn’t describe even before he plunges it back in. Knocking on your cervix like he was the police, your stalker repeated this in-between his questions. “Who else?!” He stays deep inside you, uncomfortably, even more forcefully in. You felt sick. “Y/n… you can’t keep anything from me. I can tell you’ve got something to say.”

He yanks your head up by your hair, digging with his hips, deepening himself into you in this position. You’re sobbing and squeal with each internal nudge. “Hh-h-hnnh.” You choke out.

“You’re only making this last longer.” He grinds his head painfully into your bruised walls. “If I go limp in you, we’ll just try again later, and again and again and again if you want.” Who’d want that? How could he blame you or try to give you control over a situation you have no way of controlling. You swear he was just joking with you.

“So we’ll try one more time, if you give me an answer or not, I’m starting to not care. Maybe it’s better I don’t know for now.”

“You.” You whisper.

“Hmmm?” Wiggling his hips, and himself teasingly inside you while feeling you clamp around him with each of your sobs.

“It’s only been you.” You finally admit. You finally give in, letting yourself cry freely now as he’s what you expect to be stunned. He stopped himself deep in you, and you could feel it, he was more than happy, almost like he was grateful to someone like you. “No way.”

You weren’t going to answer, but you felt something new. Like Your stomach was burning, or rather there was a warmth, and what you could probably tell was his heartbeat going crazy to this new information. He was twitching inside you like crazy, like it was pulsating against your walls. His legs started to shake and Gojo pressed his chest back onto your back again, almost in a comforting hug. “You’re a virgin?” He managed in a shake breath.

“That’s why I wanted you to wait.” You cried. This was a different defeat compared to losing your friends. This was losing your dignity, being forced to be humiliated by some stranger, having no control over your body as someone else is pleasuring themselves with you, like a living object. You kept to yourself, you were always trying to protect others, that you never thought they’d intentionally want to harm you back. Much less everyone’s favorite, no one would believe you and he knew that.

“You fucking ruined everything.” Another mood change, you ready yourself-

He grabs your head, not your hair this time, grabs your head and throws it back into the couch and thrusts into you again. He repeats lifting your head and throwing it back into the couch trying to shut you up. He was actually so much nicer a few moments ago, right now he means it, he’s not messing around anymore.

His right thumb was digging into your scalp, you were frozen, worse off than helpless. You could feel the blood trickle down your head, your heartbeat aching from every hole he’s assaulted and created were screaming at you to leave, before he makes and more or the existing ones worse.

“Why the FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THAT AFTER?!” He screams in your face.

His voice rose louder than anything you’ve ever heard before. It was a bellow, something from his stomach brought out to choke you. He could get loud and yell, but he never was emotional about it. you’ve never seen anything ever get to him, he has the luxury of never taking anything personal.

He takes his hands off to move them to push your torso further while below he takes himself out of you. He sighs, disappointed. His hands to his face his distraught bleeding all over the room.

You held your head, it pounded so hard you couldn’t get up. All you could do was lay there, and watched as he paced and talked himself down.

He comes to the conclusion that you were saving it for him. He’s calm, he tells himself, he’s happy again. He grabs your hair and asks if you’re hiding anything else. You swear and cry out that he’s doing too much.

“Too much? I’m not doing enough.” He pulls your hips back toward his. Resting himself on top of you, admiring the difference, seeing how far it was going to reach. He bottomed out and plunged straight in, his cum making things a million times easier.

Whatever noises you could make now were choked back as he stuffed his fingers in your mouth. “Suck me too.” He hissed out.

Doing as you’re told, your tongue collected your own fluids and spread them back out down your chin and his arm, making an absolute mess. He’s in ecstasy, and you couldn’t lie, he knew exactly how to turn you on. All this confusion and hostility, just how many rounds could you survive?

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(Like a day later)

“Hey, y/n, marry me.”

He caresses your hair and presses you onto him, practically having you lay on top of him in his bed.

He doesn’t let you think. “I’m strong,” moving you closer into his chest. “…stronger than anyone. No one can mess with you, you will go on your missions with extra security, you’ll be happy,” His python like hold, his encasing of you said it all. “Just be mine.”

“I would wish I was dead, if I said no.” He wouldn’t let you go so easily, and you didn’t have it in you to fight for your freedom for the rest of your life. You just wanted to help others. If anyone else had to be in this spot you wouldn’t be satisfied with your consciousness.

“That’s right. I like you too much to leave you alone, but no one else can bother you, Id make sure of that.” He pet your head and hummed happily. “And if you ever change your mind, later on, you better hope I’ve changed mine first.”

You don’t respond for a minute. Your body is still trying to understand what happened moments ago. What was with these mind games, why were you toying with him? This this something new, you could feel something that interesting happening in the end.

By now you’d ask yourself if were you done playing this game? You won. You’ve won. Do you want to come clean now or do you want to see how much sweeter the betrayal will be on this losers face that you planned it all along. All this abuse? Everything that made him feel powerful, you read him like a book and decided to profit. You hide your laugh as a sob.

“You’re asking me for partnership?” You asked. Saying it in what he’d considered to be a dorky tone, he’ll have so much fun teasing you for supposing to be smart and yet, “is the dumbest bitch he knows.”” He has to fuck you smart, bc you couldn’t possibly get stupider.

“Are you taking responsibility for what you’ve done?” You almost stop yourself from nuzzling into his chest. /hes/ been wanting this?? He could never think you’d sacrifice your team to gain a curse, one that can help you erase lapses in time.

You’ve actually done this before, you wanted to see how many ways this could go. Dare you say you might stay in this story line longer than restarting. You just love to hear him come after you in every “timeline”.

“I’ve told you how I’ve felt about you during this whole interaction. Ive been nothing but honest, so what are you trying to get at?” He pouts.

You had to admit this was more fun than you would’ve originally thought. Your missions become lighter bc satoru would request it, but losing him every time had you go insane. This little loop you keep replaying, everytime it reached its artificial peak, it would dissolve like sand. Turns out it’s not the timeline but your memories you could relive, but you didn’t know that. Yo I didn’t replay anything other than these past years, playing your cards and seeing every side of him. The man that calls himself yours.

You thought of your options as this was a chance to change things. This was always in the versions you replayed, but the dissipation would come before you got to answer. There was something new this time.

Satoru doesn’t like how long it’s taking for you to answer so he takes up your hands, catching your attention. “You’re the one thing I never had.”

“Sa-san, you’re teasing me again.”

“Oh please, you call all of this teasing?” He squeezes your body closer to his, his needy and rough touch, he was basically putting his prints anywhere he could. “I planned everything out, ever since the second time we met I knew you were the one for me.”

“What a charmer.” You sign out loud, but laugh to yourself. “I’ll believe your words one day, Sa-san. What color is the ring gonna be.”

He laughs, “We can go look today!”

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AN: I’m so mad part one is like 5 paragraphs 🫠

But this is the last part of this idea. 3/3. Unless u have some situations u wanna send my way 🤩.

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my-favourite-zhent · 4 months

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New Tricks - Chapter 6

Status: Work In Progress Version: 1.01 Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC Rating: NC-17 (This chapter PG-13) Genre: Adventure/Romance Summary: Misadventures of Rugan and the original Zhentarim Gate's crew before and during the year of three sailing ships.

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New Tricks - Chapter Six

Isolde stirred as a crack of sunlight streamed through the curtains, surprised to find herself wrapped up in Rugan's arms. He was pressed close against her back, one leg draped possessively over her thigh.

It wasn't unpleasant, in fact it was strangely comforting. She wasn't usually the sort to stick around after the main event, it made for awkward mornings more often than not.

But, for now at least, it wasn't awkward. The warmth of his embrace was a ward against the morning’s chill and Isolde sighed contently.

“Go back to sleep.” She felt the rumble of his voice more than she heard it, his breath tickling the back of her neck.

“You first.”

“So you can run off with my coin purse?” He teased, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “No thank you.”

“Hey! I'm no-” She bit off her sentence remembering just how they met.

“No what, lass?” His nose was against the nape of her neck now and she heard him inhale. She pressed her hips back against him instinctively.

“Well I'm not that sort of thief.”

“What sort is that then?”

“The love ‘em and leave ‘em sort.” Though now that she thought about it that was her usual modus operandi, less the theft of course.

“You're certainly not leaving any time soon.” His hands roughly grasped her waist, pulling her achingly close. “C’mere.”

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A few hours had passed before they had finally rolled out of bed. Isolde sat on a stool next to a basin of cold water, carefully washing away the morning’s exertions.

“Frost maiden’s tits, that's cold.” She hissed as the cloth brushed her thigh.

“I warned you, Izzy.” Amusement ringing in his voice. Rugan was seated on the bed, having already washed and pulled on his trousers. His yellow linen tunic slipped easily over his broad shoulders and she found herself staring as he rolled the sleeves up past his forearms.

‘Sune’s sake woman, you already spent all morning squealing under him like a stuck pig.’ She reprimanded herself.

As if sensing her gaze Rugan lifted his eyes to meet her, rakish smile at the ready.

“Need some help, lass?”

“I'm fine.” She averted her gaze and pretended to be consumed by the task at hand.

The bed creaked and she knew he had gotten up to approach her. When she finally looked back up he was already at her side.

“Never knew a woman who could be so insatiable and bashful at the same time.” He mused.

She wanted to make a retort but found her mouth had gone dry.

Rugan caressed her cheek gently before bending to place a long luxuriating kiss on her lips. He hummed to himself when finally pulled away, his hand tracing her jaw.

“I'll go find the lads, come join me for breakfast when you're finished.”

She nodded, eyes fixed on his.

“Good lass.”

She watched him leave before sighing longingly.

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He hadn't been hard to spot downstairs. Rugan's melodious voice floating from further back in the dining hall.

“So where's Brem at?”

“Said he needed to get back and keep Garias out of trouble.” Replied the boy sitting across from him.

“Good luck with that.” Laughed the third man.

“Iz!” Rugan had turned and spotted her approach. “Izzy, come over here and meet the lads. Proper introductions are in order.”

“Could've introduced us to her last night if you weren't in such a rush to get her to bed.” The third man whispered with a chuckle.

“Hush.”

Rugan stood and gestured towards each of the men in turn.

“This here's Olly, and that there is Bellar. Olly's the nice one of the two though. Lads this is Izzy.”

“Hello.” She smiled nervously as she took the seat Rugan offered her. “It's nice to formally meet.”

When was the last time she had been presented to anyone?

“Good to see you again.” Smiled Olly. “Scale anymore towers?”

“I certainly don't plan on it.” She laughed.

“Wait, you're the same girl from the party?” Bellar was unable to hide his surprise.

“That's right.”

Izzy caught him giving Rugan a disapproving stare but Rugan waved him off.

“Olly, short for Oliver is it?” She asked to distract from whatever silent argument the other two were having.

“It is, my mum really liked olive trees.”

‘Gods he's adorable.’ Izzy thought with a smile.

“Why do I suspect that it was Rugan who gave you the nickname?”

“That's right, he said Oliver was too poncy to be a proper Zhent name.”

Izzy turned to Rugan eyes dancing with amusement. “Do you give everyone pet names?”

“Didn't give me one.” Bellar feigned being wounded.

“I can start calling you Belly if you like.”

“Maybe Larry?” Olly suggested cheerfully.

“Changed my mind, anyone who gives me a nickname ends up in the horse stalls out back.”

The conversation turned to more inane things then, the weather, and other idle bits of gossip. How they'd come from Baldur's Gate and the current state of the Tradeway. Banal but pleasant, and pointedly avoiding shop talk on both the parts of the zhents and herself. When Izzy made to leave, Rugan escorted her to the door.

“Got some work to do today?” He asked.

“Just picking up supplies really. Are you working?”

“No, we're on a bit of a holiday till we return to the Gate. Be here for the next few days, and you?”

“The same.”

“Come back round for supper then.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” She teased.

“I'm asking you to spend another night with me.” He pulled her into his embrace then, breath hot on her neck. “And the next night too.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she hummed contentedly. “Don't already have another girl lined up?”

“I did, but she's not half as pretty as you.”

Izzy laughed and pulled back to see his face. “Alright, it's a date.”

“Good.” He pulled her into a deep kiss, enjoying the way her hips pressed tight against his own.

“Don't keep me waiting.”

She laughed as she pulled away to leave. “Goodbye Rugan.”

“Bye lass.”

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Bellar was staring hard at Rugan as he returned to the table.

“What? We ran into each other serendipitously.”

“Serendipitously? It's called being tailed.”

“I spotted her first.”

“I'm sure.”

“She seems very nice.” Olly added.

“Thank you Olly, I thought so too.”

“Unbelievable, the two of you, but especially you Rugan. Setting a fine example for Olly, falling into the first honey trap you see.”

“She's already helped us once, or have you already forgotten those extra coins in your purse?”

“That's just how a good spy would gain your trust.”

Rugan waved his hand dismissively. “I’m done having this conversation. Now are we gonna see the city or are we going to sit around here all day?”

“Wouldn't mind some day drinking at this point.” Bellar muttered and Rugan shot him an annoyed look.

“I heard they have their own Blushing Mermaid here in Waterdeep.” Suggested Olly.

“Great, Bellar can get wankered at a cheap imitation of a true Baldurian landmark.”

“This one's different, they've got mermaid servers.” Olly argued emphatically.

“That does sound like an improvement.” Bellar mused and Rugan couldn’t argue there.

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“I still don’t understand how you fuck a mermaid.” Bellar slurred as he lurched out of the Blushing Mermaid many hours later.

“Maybe it’s like birds where they kind of just mash together.” Rugan mused as he moved to steady a stumbling Bellar.

“Well birds have cloaca.” Olly interjected. “But fish are a bit different aren’t they? The female lays the eggs and then the male just sort of does his business on them.”

“Does his business on the eggs? What, so the fish don’t even touch each other?” Bellar was appalled.

“Where’d you learn that, lad?”

“Read it in a book once.”

“What kind of filthy books are you reading, Olly?” Bellar shook his head and laughed.

“It was Volo’s guide to the natural world!”

The discussion was interrupted by the sound of an explosion in the distance. A small group of screaming citizens ran past and Rugan grabbed the closest one, a middle aged halfling, by the collar.

“What’s going on?!”

“Fight broke out between the zhents and the thieves guild on Fish street!” The halfing shouted before resting himself free of Rugan’s grasp.

“Sounds like a problem for the locals.” Bellar remarked as another explosion resounded to the north. “Especially with us in our civvies.”

“Normally I’d agree with you lad but all our things are back at the tavern.”

“Right, what I said, we’re in our civvies.” Bellar replied tentatively, not yet seeing the connection.

“The tavern’s on Fish street.” Olly supplied.

“Well how was I supposed to remember that when all the streets have stupid names?”

Rugan sighed as he watched a column of smoke rose in the general direction of the tavern.

“So much for our holiday.”

#rugan #bg3 rugan #rugan bg3 #zhentarim #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 rugan #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #new tricks #bg3 fanfic: new tricks

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I am dying to see more jester content (and I loved your little jesters stocks drabbles)

2. Do you think you will write anything more intense or (c)nc or an interrogation with them?

THANK YOU! I’m actually working on extending them out and writing a full laughter chateau fic (prob multi chapter) JESTER IS SO CUTE AND SWEET she deserves tickles

as for your second question…. I have been thinking a lot about doing either a ler!fjord lee!jester cnc role play in the stocks, something with ler!jester and lee!avantika, or something else along those lines…. if anyone has any specific prompts / ideas let me know!!!!!!!!

#answered #anon #prompts #critickle role #tickling

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Favorite and least favorite seasons from a purely Zaya perspective?! DNG and NC included - all Degrassi seasons in which Zig and Maya re present are eligible for this very important honor :)

1.) Season 14 (Obviously. It's Zaya at their purest. It was incredibly satisfying seeing them become a couple after years of back and forth and many almosts)

2.) Next Class season 4 (While season 14 was Zaya at their purest, season 4 was Zaya at their strongest. I genuinely think that all they went through both separately and together allowed and will allow them to have a very solid foundation for their second, permanent relationship. There are so many good moments)

3.) Next Class season 1 (As frustrating as this season is and even though I struggle with Zig's characterization during part of it, overall I just love seeing them as a normal couple. The stakes were so high during season 14, but now they're just allowed to hang out and have relationship challenges. Like I said, I didn't love all of it. But it's another season where I really enjoyed the smaller moments. Plus, #YesMeansYes)

4.) Season 12 (It's the season that cemented Zaya as an OTP for me. I loved watching their friendship develop and obviously, the reversal where Zig was now the one pining instead of Maya. I know Zaya isn't for everyone and that they're a throwaway relationship for a lot of fans, but I can't imagine watching them holding hands by the Panther wall and feeling nothing. It was so sweet and genuine and full of potential)

5.) Season 13 (I hate half of this season and there's way too much love triangle bullshit. But there's also a lot of passion and things that aren't being said. Especially on Maya's end. The writers played with my heart many times during the last two blocks, but everything left Zig and Maya's friendship in a solid place. I love that after everything, they were truly happy to be back together again if only in a "platonic" (ha) way)

6.) Next Class season 3 (Zaya didn't get a lot this season, but what they did get really stood out. The tickling scene alone places this miles ahead of season 2. I'm obsessed with it. The subtext is very clear. Zig and Maya are still in love and kind of on the outskirts of each other's lives, clearly wanting to have some sort of relationship even as friends. But their breakup was so messy. A lot of trust was broken. They don't know where the other stands. It's honestly depressing, but then Maya's suicide attempt changes everything)

7.) Next Class season 2 (It wasn't entirely bad, but I feel like more needed to be done with Zig in the aftermath of losing Maya due to his own actions. It felt very half assed. The literal second we started to get some layers peeled back with his rant about not being good at anything, he was seriously thrown into an awkward love square with Grace, Esme and Maya that only Grace was aware of)

8.) Season 11 (They met, and it was cute. Zig barely had a personality back then)

#Zaya #otp: It felt like the world was gonna end #thedegrassidiaries

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Random thoughts about Playboyy the series ep 12:

This episode was so much easier to watch than the previous one. I don't know if it's the editing or the pacing but I appreciated it more.

▪️First and Soong are back together and they want to take care and stay with each other. Some people complain about them speaking English to each other while they are supposed to both speak Thai but I find it endearing because I used to do the same thing before with my previous partner (granted, we never were fluent in the language of the other one). We may have sounded funny as them. Anyway, I'm glad they are happy because they were the first couple I was rooted for. They deserve each other. I don't think anyone else could handle First. He is a real handful. Only Soong seems to be able to bring the best of him.

▪️Zouey and Nont were still investigating. The found the name of a Hotel where Nant may have come. They went over there and got some Intel from the front desk lady in an unconventional way: make her admit the truth by tickling her. (Isn't she the first woman who saw in the series?!) They learnt Aob was following Nant. Everyone became a suspect in this series at one point.

▪️Nont wants Zouey to patch things up with First and Captain but it's not working. I used to think they were really good friends but Zouey doesn't seem close to them anymore and doesn't seem to regret them. Of course, Captain and First are not Saints and they have a very different mindset as Zouey. In this episode it was really shown how fragile their friendship is. I found that sad because it was one of the best points of this group. At least, Nont said to Zouey how he views him as a friend.

▪️Zouey and Teena got some NC scenes and I felt something was off with Zouey. To be honest, he seemed really weird and almost hiding something.

▪️Jason Lee is still upset about Porsche having a relationship with Jump and he wants to find them. Jason Lee is not a great villain. He is mostly comical and has a bad temper. He is always talking it out on someone, mostly Aob.

▪️I felt pity for Aob. He is still working with his ex sugar daddy, killing people for him but still trying to protect his loved ones. He is taking care of Puen after he gets expelled (Captain had his revenge and revealed to the headmaster of their school that Puen was a prostitute. Even though the real person he should have gone after we're the rugby team). It was also shown before how he cared about the ex-members of the Playboyy. It seems, he can't let go of his ties with Jason Lee.

▪️Nont showed again his unhinged side when he went after Aob. He is after the truth about his twin and it doesn't matter how he gets the answer. Captain and him made a plan to torture Puen in front of Aob to make him talk. Aob's friends went to save him, but it didn't work because some men in black came to the scene, threatening them with guns and forced them to perform sexual acts. It wasn't easy to watch it. I guess those men work for Jason Lee.

▪️Nont, Captain, First and Zouey (who came after) fled when they realized they were helpless and couldn't do anything to save Teena, Soong, Jump or Aob. I didn't expect them to flee. I know they are not fighters and they had no power, but damn, I wish they had tried to do something.

▪️On the other hand, Phop was waiting for Nuth (who had been called by Nont at one point when he was trying to get info from Aob) and scrolling on his computer where he found a video. It has to do with Nant but we never see it because it was the end of the episode. I found the acting brilliant in this scene because at first Phop was smiling and you could see on his face how he found Nuth sweet. He had a file on his computer with pictures of Phop. they were not all flattering but the fact he kept them is to show how attached he is to Phop. However, when he found the video all these good emotions left his face. It was like all these feelings were switched off and only wrath remains.

Next one promised to be sad and tough to watch again. I hope no one is dead because the trailer makes it seem like Puen is not in good form. Jason Lee is still trying to kill Jump and Nont will feel guilty because he believes he is bringing just bad things to his "friends". It's almost the end and the mystery remains about Nant. We still have two episodes and then it's going to be the end 🥹

#my thoughts #thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #random thoughts #playboyy the series #episode 12 #playboyy spoilers #Will it be terrible if I say I never really like Zouey?#There are worst characters than him but I don't know why I could never connect with him.#I didn't talk about Prom and Nont scenes because nothing really happened. They kiss and share intimate time but that's it.#Nont is the most stylish among everyone in this series. I love his outfits.#This episode was better than the previous one.

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