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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Tranquility

The following is the final transcript from Dr. Harold Ferrier in Trial 151 of the Tranquility Experiment. No further trials were conducted. This document is classified, destroy after reading.

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DAY 1 - 10:25 AM

Dr. Ferrier: “Alright. Subject 151, government name is Logan Marquette. Subject is 47 years of age, height of 5’2, weighing in at just over 253 pounds. Acquired from official test subject pool in Louisiana. According to intake documentation, the subject suffers from acute social anxiety, body dysmorphia, erectile dysfunction, and low testosterone. Upon introduction, Mr. Marquette expressed mild reservations in partaking in the experiment, but had signed the agreement. He now understands his legal obligation. How are we doing today, Mr. Marquette?”

P151: “When are we going to start the experiment, doctor? It won’t take long, will it?”

DF: “No, Mr. Marquette. This is going to be a quick and painless observational study. We are studying the effects of cannabis on musical creativity. Thus, as outlined in the experiment summary, we are going to to administer the stimulus in smoke form.”

P151: “Okay. Fine. I haven’t smoked anything since my college years. That wont be a problem, will it?”

DF: “No, sir. If anything that is precisely what we are looking for in a subject. Now, the cannabis is in an ashtray on the coffee table there. Please go ahead and ignite and inhale. Finish it in its entirety, and document your sensations as they occur in the questionnaire. We will see how day one goes. If you need any assistance, I will be right behind that partition.”

P151: “Wait, day one? Is this a long term commitment?”

DF: “I will bring in a copy of the agreement you signed for you to look over. Now please, let us begin.”

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10:57 AM

DF: “I have exited the testing chamber, and left the subject to his own devices. Moderate apprehension is clear in the subjects demeanor, however, should any defiance arise, restraints will be employed and the experiment will proceed as planned.

Upon the first inhalation of strain XTQ, subject immediately shows signs of relaxation and euphoria. Logan here has reclined in the the sofa, and is slowly inhaling the drug. No signs of physical metamorphosis have materialized at this time. However, he is seemingly increasing his intake at a rapid pace. As noted in trial 112, the speed in which inhalation occurs has a strong effect on the overall changes. Consequently, for this trial, we have significantly increased the dosage and concentration of strain XTQ to observe any potential differentiation on bodily form and function. The next entry in this observational log will occur tonight at 1900 hours.”

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7:00 PM

DF: “Good evening, Logan. How are we feeling?”

P151: “I’m doing fine, Dr. Ferrier… just fine.”

DF: “Subject exhibits decreased pace of communication and muscle movement. Have you filled out today’s questionnaire?”

P151: “Oh fuck, I forgot. I’ll get to it. I just got lost for a minute there.”

DF: “Please make sure you do, Logan. Wait, what’s this?”

P151: “What’s what? Hahah!”

DF: “First sign of physical morphology has occurred. Subject seems to have developed changes in the right arm extremities. Marginal increase in the scale of the hands and fingers, while subsequent loss in adipose tissue is evident. Logan, have you always had these tattoos?”

P151: “What? Oh wow… I don’t remember getting those… that’s… that’s weird. They look kinda cool though.”

DF: “Indeed they do. Now, Im going to go ahead and photograph this for documentation, okay Logan?”

P151: “Yeah, sure man. Do what you have to do.”

DF: “Alright, excellent. Now. Go ahead and start getting settled for the night. There’s a bed by the window over there with some sheets and a few pillows. You let the nurses know if you have any feelings of discomfort or pain during the evening. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on your progress.”

P151: “Yeah, sounds good. I’m feeling a little tired anyway. I’ll get some shut eye.”

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9:00 PM

DF: “We are coming to a close on day one. Subject has finished their questionnaire much later than anticipated. He has expressed senses of euphoria, tingling in the limbs, and substantial sedative effects. Observations seemingly confirm this.

I am astounded at the record increase in transformative pacing. Within just two hours of the last entry, the subject has lost nearly half of body mass. Significantly increased perspiration seems to correlate with the loss of liquids in the body, though this does not explain the further loss of adipose tissue across all portions of the body. Further, the impossible manifestation of subdermal ink is both concerning and intriguing. As ink is not a biological compound, I am perplexed by its sudden appearance on his right arm. Further, upon second observation, the ink seems to have spread further up the arm onto his shoulders and neck. Potential skin sample may be taken at a later date for analysis.”

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Day 2 - 8:45 AM

DF: “This… this is day two of Trial 151… The physics changes… they’re… impossible. A light scent of perspiration… of sweat, has lingered in the air, and the air is noticeably more humid. Will adjust environmental parameters as needed.

Uh, Logan… how… how are you feeling?”

P151: “Morning, doc. Slept like a rock last night. You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that stuff from yesterday would you?”

DF: “I do, Logan. You will get your second dosage in just a moment. But, I have to ask… do you… notice anything different? Physically?”

P151: “Huh, nah not really. I feel pretty great if I’m honest!”

DF: “Have you… looked in the mirror this morning? There is one in the corner?”

P151: “Of course I did! Sometimes I can’t look away, you know what I mean?”

DF: “You don’t notice anything strange? Nothing off compared to yesterday?”

P151: “Nope. So can we get started? I had the dopest dream last night and I wanna write down a few riffs. I bet that stuff could help me out, ya feel?”

DF: “I will have the nurse bring in your dosage for today. Just… just be sure to write down your own observations for today, okay? It’s very important.”

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9:00 AM

DF: “Subject has… changed almost entirely over the course of the night. He has lost further weight, according to our measurements today. He now sits at 191 pounds. That’s 62 pounds of weight loss in a single night. The ink has spread across his entire body. Designs seem not to follow any geometric or biological pattern. This is impossible…

Uhm, he has also seemed to have… reversed his aging process. His heart rate is more stable, his cholesterol is completely healthy, skin elasticity seems to be on par with a man ten years his junior. Hair growth has also been stimulated both cranially and across the legs and feet. It also seems his body temperature has steadily increased, and his perspiration has stayed in tandem.

I must speak to Dr. Irving about the continuation of this trial. The second dosage has already been administered, but I have serious ethical qualms after witnessing these changes.”

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1:59 PM:

DF: “Logan?”

P151: “Ayyyy Doc! Come over here, I gotta show you this sick fuckin tear-ass solo I wrote.”

DF: “Perhaps later, Logan… I have a few questions to ask you… Ugh… have the nurses not brought you to the showers yet?”

P151: “Haha, they’ve brought me already, man. Can’t get rid of the funk! Sorry ‘bout it if it bothers ya. I kinda like it.”

DF: “No… no, it doesn’t bother me. But if you wouldn’t mind pulling your pants up, I’d appreciate it. Logan, have you filled out your questionnaire?”

P151: “For sure, dude. It’s over on the table over there by the bed.”

DF: “I see… I couldn’t help but notice the stains on your sheets… or your underwear there.”

P151: “Hahah, I mean you know how it goes, doc. A guys gotta let some tension out every now and again. I’m sure y’all have been watching, hope you enjoyed the show.”

DF: “Logan, I actually need to talk to you about that… I am going to ask you to refrain from your… flirtatious remarks with our staff. It is distracting the nurses and research assistants.”

P151: “Can’t make any promises, bruh. But I’ll do my best. Just for you, doc.”

DF: “Alright. Please don’t wink at me, Mr. Marquette. We need to keep this a professional environment. Now, are you feeling anything different?”

P151: “Man, I can’t believe you say I came in here all shook up and stressed out all the time. This shit you been givin’ me has been working man! I feel fuckin’ great!”

DF: “That’s… that’s great, Logan. Now, the lead researcher on our team has decided… against doubts, that we should increase your dosage. I’m legally obligated to ask for your consent on this matter, but I have to tell you, Logan. I have grave concerns…”

P151: “Ayyy, chill out, doc. I’m on board with that! I might need to grab a few grams of this when I head out, haha!”

DF: “We’ll see. I need to take another photograph, just keep writing your music, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow to do another checkin.”

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9:32 PM

DF: “Dr. Irving has denied my request to stop the experiment, despite everything I have showed her. The subject is unrecognizable from the man who entered the room yesterday morning. Nearly every physical metric of his body has been changed somehow. We are unsure if it is truly the work of strain XTQ, but I am certain of the closed nature of our experiment and the lack of extraneous factors interfering with the results.

The subject has developed a nearly insatiable libido, masturbating four times between the last check in and now. Staff has also been subjected to numerous sexual advances, both male and female, which we immediately and directly intervened. There were no signs of aggression during these encounters, as nursing staff reported feeling strongly persuaded by what they called his ‘charm.’ We suspect that heavy pheromone production in his sebaceous glands is partly to blame, as six out of seven staff members directly referenced an ‘irresistible musk’ emanating from him.

He is nearly half the age he was when he arrived. I cannot make sense of these developments, and am anxious to proceed with the experiment as outlined in Dr. Irving’s plan. A second dosage was administered today, which seems to have only further increased his euphoric demeanor and shift in personality. On his questionnaire, he’s developed deep seeded interests in subjects he’s never before attempted. He’s mentioned his favorite pastimes are skateboarding, playing guitar, writing music, and… in more appropriate terms, organizing polyamorous activities.

I am unsure as to how much longer we can ethically work on this project. The complete overwrite of one’s persona is too far a risk for the general population.”

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Day 3: 10:12 AM

DF: “Good morning, Loga… oh… oh my god.”

P151: “Whassup, doc. Happy to see me? Hah!”

DF: “Logan… I can’t continue with this project. Look at you! You’re over six feet tall. Your face is completely different. Your hair color is different, your eye color is different, your feet barely fit in those socks anymore!”

P151: “Hahah, you checkin me out, doc? You like what you see?”

DF: “Put your arms down, Logan. Stop flexing and listen to me. We need to stop these trials. You have become someone entirely contrary from who you were when you came here. I mean you look 27 years old for god’s sake!”

P151: “Babe, calm the fuck down. Let’s say I am different from when I walked in. You said I was all fucked up. Anxious, stressed, unhealthy, tired… isn’t this so much better than before?”

DF: “I…”

P151: “Why the fuck would I wanna go back to that, babe? I’m havin the time of my fuckin’ life. Bangin’ all the hourlies, smoking the good shit, jamming out, writing my good fuckin music. Dude, I’m as good as it can get!”

DF: “No, wait! Logan, give me the recorder back. Wait! Don’t touch me! Mmmph!!”

P151: “There, on your knees, babe. You need to chill the fuck out. Put your face on my bulge, man. Sniff it. Let it all in. You remember Matty the nurse, right doc? Yeah I bet you remember his tight sexy ass. Right after we plowed eachother all last night he slipped me another one of your j’s. I think it’s about time you took some of your own medicine, babe.”

DF: “Logan! Ugh… please… it smells so… buttery. And… salty… and musky…”

P151: “Here, doc. This one is for you. It’s already rollin’. There ya go. Just breathe it in. Just like that. Yeahhhh. See, man? It feels so fuckin’ good right?”

DF: “I… yeah. It does… I… I want…”

P151: “Take ‘em off. He’s dripping and waiting for that mouth of yours. Ahhh fuck.”

DF: *slurp* *slurp* *gag*

P151: “Fuuuuuuuuck babe. Yeahhhhh. You’re a fuckin keeper, babe. Here, lemme just snap a lil something for later. Ugh, fuck that tongue is good.”

P151: “Fuck yeah babe. We gon get you stoned as fuck. You’ll end up like me. Free, sexy, chill… we can hang, and jam, and fuck, and skate, and shred… ohhh fuck. Yeah, babe. This is gonna be fuckin’ sick.”

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Day 9: 11:59 AM

Dr. Irving: “It is now day nine of trial 151 of strain XTQ. I am meeting with Dr. Ferrier on his lack of updates since day 3. I’m not pleased with his insubordination since that day. I am worried he has shut down the experiment prematurely. He is even now late to the meeting.”

*door opens*

DF: “Yo, Jenny! How’s it going?”

DI: “Uhm, Im sorry, who are you? How did you get in here? Dressed like that? Where is your shirt?

DF: “Hah, it’s me! Harry! I know you haven’t forgotten me!”

DI: “Harold? Harold Ferrier?”

DF: “You know it! What did you wanna see me about, boss lady?”

DI: “What on earth are you talking about? You’re not Harold Ferrier.”

DF: “You’re tripping, Jenny. And ya didn’t even share, what the fuck? Hah! Ayyy, Logan! Come meet Jenny!”

DI: “Who… wait… no. The subject… you can’t be…”

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END OF RECORDING.

Last known photo of Dr. Harold Ferrier. Must be located and contained with Subject 151 at all costs.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #jockification #musk #musky #gay transformation #stoner transformation #stoner #boyfriends #male tf #skater transformation

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perplexedflower · 1 year

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Love On The Rocks - Chapter 1: Margarita

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Crowley x Female Reader.

Type: 5-chapter fanfiction.

Summary: Being the King of Hell has its ups, but it also has its downs. And these downs lead Crowley straight into a bar, where he finds something far greater than just a glass of whisky: the love of its bartender, a young woman who is oblivious to the demon's nature. But one evening, he does not show up at the bar at his usual time, and his newfound love finds herself exposed unwillingly to everything that has been hiding under her nose this whole time…

Chronology: Season 10.

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That Sunday evening was quiet. But then again, so were most Sunday evenings. It was hard to do business when the dreaded Monday was right around the corner. Yet, it was paradoxically enough the very reason behind the few customers' presence. For the people who did show up at the bar those evenings, it was precisely because Monday was patiently waiting to drag them back into their weekly routines, whether they spent them sitting behind a desk in a boring cubicle or working their asses off under the sun or the cold. For these people, Sunday evenings down at the Golden Cross were their salvation; and I was happy to provide it to them.

I had been lucky enough to have effortlessly found a job I enjoyed when I had come to settle in town, a few years prior; although I was attached to the state capital of Kansas, in which I had been born and raised all my life, I had decided to leave it behind after certain unfortunate changes in my life and had headed South, for the county of Wichita. There, I had found a post as a bartender in a bar called the Golden Cross, which specialized in all things Scottish, from the drinks, the aesthetic, and the tunes on the jukebox. Now, I did not have the slightest experience of working as a bartender, but my motivation and interest in the job were enough to help me get it without too much difficulty: and, since Ed, the owner, had been kind enough to give me on-the-job training, I quickly came to enjoy it.

One other thing I also enjoyed was one of the perks that came out of it: a studio apartment. The bar occupied the first floor of a building that also included apartment rooms on the upper floors, and which were specifically rented by all the workers of the bar. The studio was not the most spacious, but given I lived alone, I did not mind much: there was enough room for one person, and that was just fine by me. And one of the reasons I liked it was because of how convenient it was for me: my workplace was only one floor below my bed, and though a setup such as this may have been seen as harrowing to some, it was highly practical for me and my work hours. I worked every evening, from 9 PM to 3 AM. And yes, that included Sundays.

That Sunday evening was quiet. So much so that when the front door was pushed open around 10:30, it caught my attention right away; but not as much as the gentle sound of short heels walking the ground that followed. I looked up from what I was doing to see a middle-aged man step into the bar and walk in my direction, the direction of the counter, behind which he sat in silence. Armed with my warmest smile, I walked up to him.

"Good evening, sir." I welcomed him while cleaning an empty glass I was holding. "What can I serve you on this lonely night?"

"Lonely indeed." He answered in a neutral tone, seemingly unfazed.

I smiled further upon hearing his accent.

"Oh, British." I said with slight enthusiasm.

Upon hearing my comment, the man smiled lightly and scoffed as he lowered his gaze for just a few seconds, before he looked back up at me.

"Do you serve Craig here?"

I tilted my head a little and stopped cleaning the glass in my hands.

"Glencraig whisky?" I asked with a chuckle. "Of course, we are a Scottish bar after all."

A faint smile appeared on his face as he slightly raised his eyebrows, after which he nodded and looked back down at his hands.

"Then I'll have one, thank you."

I was still smiling warmly at him when I gently tapped on the counter with the palm of my hand.

"Coming right up."

I walked a few steps away to go grab the bottle of whisky then came back in front of him, and I poured him a glass while we exchanged smiles. After having served him, I left him to himself and went back to my shift: although the bar was on a slow day, a few customers still showed up here and there, and so the man with the Craig was left to silently drink on his own as I kept on serving customers. However, at one point, not long after I had filled his glass, I could not help but notice him pull out his phone, which he set in front of him on the counter, and spend quite some time intensely staring at something on its screen. I did not dare approach him to ask him what he was doing precisely, so I did not move from where I was standing; the one rule I always tried my best not to break when working at the bar was to not come off as intrusive or rude to the customers. Besides, as its bartender, I knew better than anyone that many of them came to have a drink with the sole intent of drowning in their sorrow and forgetting about their problems.

He's just a drifter... One of many that wash up on the shore of our bar, I thought to myself. And whatever he's looking at on his phone must be linked to the reason why he decided to have a drink to begin with.

I stared at him for a minute longer, still lost in my thoughts.

Though, I do have to admit... For a drifter, he comes off as a very classy man.

Just as this remark crossed my mind, I saw him put his phone away and back in his coat pocket, which prompted me to initiate a conversation with him while I kept making drinks for other customers; I stood next to him as I grabbed various bottles, glasses, and shakers.

"Pardon me for asking, but what are you doing here?" I asked with a chuckle but genuine curiosity.

Up until I talked, he had been looking to the side, but the very second the first words I spoke came out of my mouth, he turned to look at me.

"I mean- I don't mean to be rude, but a business-looking fella like yourself doesn't really seem in his environment in a place like this."

He scoffed at my comment and closed his eyes for a brief second.

"It's true I'm not usually fond of bars." He said as he looked around him at the bar and its decorations. "But I've been hearing about this establishment of yours from..."

He marked a pause mid-sentence to exhale heavily through his nose, then pouted in an upset manner.

"... Business partners." He finally finished his sentence in a somewhat bitter tone. "So I'd been meaning to give it a try for some time now, and it just so happened I needed a drink tonight."

"Ah, I get the feeling." I told him with a smile. "And, soooo... How are you liking it here so far? Have the expectations you had of the bar been met? If you had any to begin with, that is."

The man looked around him once more, as if to fully analyze his environment, after which he brought his glass of whisky up to his lips.

"It's quite a decent pub you're running here, I think."

"Oh, I don't own the place." I awkwardly chuckled as I gestured my hands around. "But, thank you. It always makes me happy to know our customers are happy customers."

The smile I wore lifted upward on one corner of my mouth as I shrugged lightly with my eyebrows slightly raised.

"And, who knows... If you really do like it here, maybe you'll even see yourself becoming a regular." I joked. "Lord knows that'd be a blessing for business."

And to that, he scoffed and shook his head, then he swallowed the last drops of liquor that had been resting at the bottom of his glass.

"Yeah, who knows." He whispered almost inaudibly.

Now that his glass was empty, that his sorrow had been washed away, he got up from his stool and was ready to go back outside, out into the cold night that was surely waiting for his return; but before he did, he dived his hand into one of his coat pockets, and as he turned to me, he set on the counter a moderately generous tip.

"Good night." He told me in his low, deep voice.

"Thank you." I said, smiling brightly at him while my hand collected the money before me. "You have a good night as well."

And with that, the man in the suit headed for the front door, followed once more by the sound of his short heels walking the white and blue floor tiles; and he left the bar, which was still as quiet as when he had first stepped foot inside it.

#crowley #crowley x reader #crowley x you #crowley fanfiction #crowley fanfictions #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfictions #spn #female reader #love on the rocks #chapter 1 #perplexedflower

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thnxforknowingme · 2 years

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Texts With Benefits

Pairing: Kurtbastian | Rating: E | Word Count: 800

Summary: Kurt texts Sebastian about a bad date he had. Sebastian cheers him up.

Notes: This fic is thanks in part to @backslashdelta who said on this post that she wished Kurt and Sebastian did end up sexting, and I was like..."yeah actually, me too." So I decided to write that. This could be seen as an alternate version of the scene from A Matter of Distance, but can also be read on its own. All you need to know is that Kurt and Sebastian live in different cities, and are friends with benefits who hook up when Sebastian visits New York.

Text Message

Today 10:17 PM

Kurt: I just had the worst date.

Sebastian: Oh? Do tell.

Kurt: Just like - no chemistry, nothing in common, either he was ranting about something I didn’t care about or we were sitting in awkward silence.

Sebastian: And how was the sex?

Kurt: Ha ha. Non-existent. I’m back home eating comfort food.

Sebastian: You never know, maybe that was the missing piece.

Sebastian: Maybe everything else could have been overlooked for the guy’s incredible sexual prowess.

Kurt: Doubtful. Doesn’t matter now, anyway.

Sebastian: So you’re just moping now? You texted me to mope?

Kurt: Maybe? Do I not deserve a little sympathy?

Sebastian: Yes, obviously, my deepest apologies.

Sebastian: What can I do to help poor little Kurt who had a bad date?

Kurt: Distract me from my woes?

Sebastian: When I want a distraction from life, I find that going out for drinks and dancing is a great pick-me-up.

Sebastian: But you don’t go to clubs much, do you?

Kurt: No, not anymore.

Sebastian: We should go clubbing sometime when I’m in town.

Sebastian: God, it’s been so long since I’ve been to my old spots in New York.

Sebastian: I’d love to see you loosen up on a dancefloor, all touchy and forward the way you are when you’re drunk.

Kurt: I’m not that touchy

Sebastian: Uh, yes you are. With me at least.

Kurt: Well maybe that’s just a you thing.

Sebastian: Then I’m flattered, sir.

Kurt: It would be fun. I don’t really like dancing with strangers but it’d be fun with you.

Sebastian: Get a few shots in you so you’re fawning all over me, too buzzed to care if you look good while dancing, but all the sexier for not caring.

Kurt: Mm, and you’d fucking love the attention, being all possessive. I’ve seen how you get.

Sebastian: Shut up

Kurt: Make me.

Kurt: (this is okay, right?)

Sebastian: so okay

Sebastian: Since you’re being a bitch, I’d grab your jaw and kiss you to shut you up

Sebastian: make you forget about anything but me

Kurt: I’d kiss you back, because no matter how annoying you are you’re a good fucking kisser

Kurt: and grab your arm to hold on, press my hips against you so there’s no space between us

Sebastian: I’d put my other hand on your back to push you closer

Sebastian: slide it just low enough to tease you

Kurt: fuck you’re such a tease

Kurt: I want you

Kurt: I’d insist we go back to your hotel

Sebastian: we’d take a cab to get there faster

Sebastian: the whole ride I’d keep my hand on your thigh, tracing your inseam

Sebastian: making sure you couldn’t cool down

Kurt: I hate you

Kurt: god I’m so hard

Sebastian: in this imaginary taxi or real life?

Kurt: both

Sebastian: same

Kurt: In your room I’d make you sit on the bed and watch while I undressed

Kurt: force you to look without being able to touch me

Kurt: and I’d take my sweet time

Sebastian: god, seeing your dick so big and hard for me through those tight fucking briefs you wear

Kurt: I’d watch you while I slowly take them off

Sebastian: i can’t stay still anymore

Sebastian: i’m there, in front of you

Sebastian: i want to taste you

Kurt: fuck seb

Sebastian: lick up your cock, cover you in my mouth and swallow around you

Kurt: so good

Sebastian: i miss how you taste, i want to feel you in my throat

Sebastian: …kurt

Kurt: Sorry I was, uh, finishing

Sebastian: you came already?

Kurt: Yes! It was really hot!

Sebastian: Damn, and I had so many other plans

Kurt: Aww. Maybe another time?

Kurt: Do you still need more?

Sebastian: sure, supplement my imagination

Kurt: After I came down your throat I’d be so heavy and relaxed. I’d collapse onto the bed and spread my legs wide for you.

Sebastian: you want it hard?

Kurt: Yes, god, I need you, your fingers and your perfect cock

Kurt: wanna feel you thrust inside me

Kurt: you always know exactly what to do

Kurt: I love how strong you are, feeling you hold me up and pound into me

Kurt: I’d beg you for more, more, I can never get enough of you and your cock filling me up

Sebastian: damn okay. Hold on

Kurt: Good hold on, or?

Sebastian: Yes, hold on as in I was trying not to get come on my phone

Kurt: Gross

Sebastian: All because of you, baby ;)

Kurt: Grossssss

Sebastian: I liked you better when you were horny

Kurt: Thanks for that, though. It was an excellent distraction.

Sebastian: If you’re ever looking for that kind of distraction, hit me up.

Kurt: I’m gonna take you up on that

Sebastian: looking forward to it.

Kurt: Goodnight, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Night, Kurt.

#my fic #kurtbastian #kurtbastianarchive

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bowloficecubes · 1 year

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Siren, Pt.4.

Jirou and Todoroki decided to walk back to the dorms, since it was just a 20 minute walk and the bags weren’t too heavy. The guitarist was happily sipping on her strawberry milkshake while Todoroki explained in minute detail why Shinso is Aizawa-sensei's secret child, Jirou was persuaded, had she not seen the picture frames on the insomniac's dresser with his father, who Shinso is his duplicate minus the beard and the general dilfyness, she would have believed that theory. An uncle would make a lot of sense, though, it was worth keeping in mind.

And speak of the devil, pro hero Erasrehead was in their dorm's common room, drinking coffee out of Oijiro's favorite, sacred, off limits mug. At the instant of acknowledgment, their teacher motioned to them to come, having a serious, alarming expression on his face.

T: "I hope everything's okay, sir?"

J: "yeah, is everything alright?"

A: "Well, I was going to ask Jirou but you can tag along if you’d like. I was thinking some of Amagai's friends should be around them, at least for this night. I asked Shoji and Bakugo insisted to come as well, so.. I guess the more the merrier? also I think you should find some comfortable clothes for Amagai, maybe ask Momo to make something simple?"

T: "On the topic of clothes, we got some stuff for the little girl you mentioned, we weren’t too sure if she’s staying at the same hospital but it Couldn’t hurt?"

J: "Yeah, I bet whatever happened to the poor thing is awful already, and hospital gowns don’t sound very therapeutic and joyful "

A: " That's... actually very thoughtful of you. Please pack up something for the night and be down here at 10 PM, if you're late I'm leaving. no excuses. and I know I'm not one to say this, but try to stay awake, maybe have a coffee? or sleep on the road, its an hour and a half ride. Now, if you'll excuse me."

He washed the mug before leaving, that made them less worried for some reason.

Todoroki and jirou agreed to split the responsibility, Jirou packs her bag and packs the little girls shopping bags, and Todoroki figures out finding Amagai's necessities.

Todoroki knew where to go to first, he needed a guide to help him know what to look for.

Shoji wasn’t in his room? but his room's door was wide open, that was weird. he went to Bakugo's room to ask if maybe he knew, only to notice another door wide open in the hall.

"How the fuck did you get into Amagai's room. and why is Bakugo here."

"Oh we obviously traded a key copy the instant we moved into the dorms. and as for Bakugo...um Bakugo why are you here again?"

"what the fuck is this room?!"

Now that he actually gave himself a chance to look around, he was, in awe.

Everything in the room was white, or shades of blue or grey. Almost 70% of the furniture was glass, or looked like glass. The closet, the table, the chair, the desk. it seemed like a different world how the little lights scattered around the room refracted, the blue lava lamp next to the simple, small bed with a singular plushie, a whale plushie laying neatly on a perfectly made bed.

Deciding to close the door, the scenery changed a little, since the light from the hallway was longer, he noticed the various strange pieces of equipment mounted on the wall. On the back of the door, a a white bag with a red cross was hung - a first aid bag, alongside a particularly large, sleeveless sweatshirt. "Oh so it was here all the time, I should’ve known."

Todoroki steals a glance towards Bakugo, steam practically leaving his ears.

His gaze continued around the walls, his eyes landing on large number of photographs, plastered to the wall with some invisible adhesive. A picture of their's and shoji's acceptance letters, a selfie of Amagai half in water while shoji took the picture with one of his many arms, while doing the peace sign with the other, another photo of shoji with 7?8? cats, scattered on his head, lap and shoulders with Amagai petting one. There was one of Kaminari using Todoroki fire side to make a grilled cheese sandwich, a selfie of Shinso and Amagai in sleeping bags , with a little handwritten note : (shooting stars - rooftop), a few cans of Redbull visible in the background. A picture of Mina hugging Ojiro's tail when she was on her period, and many other pictures.

Todoroki noticed Bakugo's eyes fixated on a specific picture with an uncharacteristically soft gaze and a tiny smile. A picture of him on Amagai's shoulders holding the ten million headband in a raised fist and a wide grin, dripping with pride, the picture being taken after their team had won the cavalry race. Amagai had s subtle smile, forehead covered in sweat and arms and legs littered with minor cuts and grime, but instead of looking at the camera, they were looking up, all their attention on the happinesses of the boy on their shoulders.

He ignored the rapid, silent shot the blond took with his phone, redirecting his attention to Shoji, who was in the bathroom packing the toiletries into a pouch. After placing the pouch into a now almost-full mini suitcase, he sighed and turned to the two boys: "Call Jirou over."

T :"is everything ok?"

S :"Yeah I just need her"

B :" What the fuck is going on??"

S :" I'm not touching anyone’s else's underwear drawer dipshit, but I think Amagai wouldn’t mind too much if Jirou did it for them, even if we literally buy the same shorts but in different sizes”.

After the shock of hearing Shoji cussing, Bakugo silently got his phone and called Jirou over, then the three boys left, all heading to their own rooms to pack an overnight bag, Shoji reminding Jirou to lock the room and give him the key before they leave because it's the same keychain as his own room's key.

~Time-skip to 9:50pm~

The four were in the kitchen with Shinso, bags already at the doorstep in a small pile. Shinso was pouring some coffee for each of them in travel cups to keep it hot. Bakugo pulled out a container of pears that he washed and cut into slices; Shoji telling him earlier that this is practically the only preference you had in food for as long as he has know you. Bakugo called bullshit, they probably just haven’t tasted cooking as good as his, and therefore couldn’t care less. He was dedicated to finding his friend's rival's favorite food when they return back from the hospital.

In a few minutes, an old van pulled up in front of the dorms building, with Aizawa in the passenger seat and, Tamaki?? in the driver’s seat???

B: "is fucking octopus driving us.."

After loading up the car, and mustering up the courage to ask, Jirou, the chosen spokesperson, asked Tamaki.

Ta : "It's actually a gift from Fatgum, when he heard that I got my driver’s license a while ago but didn’t have a car, he gave me his old van. Did you know that this is his first ever car? I was surprised that he was willing to give me it, and I obviously didn’t accept it at first, but then he insisted for weeks, saying that he already has his two dream cars and the ability to easily buy more if he wants too, saying that this van was just "collecting dust", I agreed, with the promise that he would call me if he ever needs a ride or if he just wants to go on a trip or something, he called me a few hours ago and I just happened to be filling the car's tank! I really appreciate Fatgum"

S: "how did you get your license so soon? It sounds like you’ve had it for a while"

Ta: " I have my provisional hero license, if I've proved that I am responsible enough to pass that exam, i've definitely proved that i qualified to take my driving test. The hero license has some other perks too, like access to heroes insurance and what not. Whenever you guys get your licenses, I would suggest at least three or four of your classmates get a driving license. I'm sure some are rich enough to afford a car without worry. It has always came in handy, like now, for example :). ".

The rest of the ride was very quiet, Bakugo and Jirou were sharing headphones, Todoroki was playing Sudoku on his phone, and Shoji was staring out the window, trying not to show any signs of his internal panic.

Soon enough, they were at the harbor. They kept their bags in a police car after detective Tsukauchi offered, Tamaki went to his parents house, which wasn’t too far from the harbor to spend the night.

Bold letters spelling OKI MARINER came into view, the ship, once close enough, looked trashed; the main mast snapped in half, the ship's flag oddly burnt, most likely from the explosives, and once the ship fully arrived and the anchor was dropped, blood streaks and smudges could be seen on it's white body .

#shoji mezo #shoji #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #slow burn #bnha #bnha x oc #mha #bnha oc #bnha fluff #bnha angst #jirou kyouka #shinso hitoshi #shinso #todoroki shoto #todoroki #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #self indulgence at its finest

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kybabi · 3 years

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sorry, i didn't realize i submitted it as a post. it's okay if ure not comfy w/ characters death! i also love some angst to fluff fic, so injury fic is all good, thank you in advance!🥺

reacting to their s/o getting injured after an argument

w/ sakusa, suna, and atsumu

(a/n: LOL BYE i feel like i write for the same people every time ugh someone take my phone away

anyways thank you for requesting; i was happy to write for this prompt! i lowkey hated the way i wrote it, but i hope this is somewhat ok💘)

sakusa

you and sakusa were.. disagreeing on some things

“so what, am i just supposed be okay not being a priority in your life?”

“why are you being so dramatic? that’s not true at all, and you know it.”

often times it felt like you were putting way more into your relationship with him than he was

when he started calling you insecure and pathetic, you decided you were done

you couldn’t look at him for the time being

so you left, angry tears in your eyes

you got in your car and began driving aimlessly, distracted and hurt

the streets were slick with sleet and you didn’t notice the car coming toward you

you panicked, swerving sharply, but ended up colliding with the vehicle

and that was the last thing you remembered

sakusa sighs as you slam the door, putting his face in his hands.

he knows he shouldn’t have called you those things. he didn’t mean them at all, and really, you were right. your relationship was important to him, but he hadn’t been treating you the way he should’ve.

he takes out his phone and texts you.

please come back. i didn’t mean what i said.

at receiving no response, he calls you. you don’t pick up. he calls you again, and the same thing happens.

he exhales, frustrated. but he figures you’ll come back to him.

he waits a few more hours. it’s 5 pm.

7 pm rolls around, and he’s getting anxious.

at 10 pm, he’s worried. could his words really hurt you this bad? so bad that you haven’t come home for hours?

at 11, he finally receives a call, sighing disappointedly at finding its not your number, but answers it anyway.

“hello?”

“hi, is this sakusa kiyoomi?”

he pauses.

“...yes? who is this?”

“hi sir, we wanted to notify you of an accident that occurred a few hours ago. l/n y/n was caught in a collision with another vehicle and suffered a few injuries that were just treated.”

sakusa freezes, heart stopping in his chest.

“what?” he whispers, voice small.

“you were on her emergency contact list, so we called you. if you’d like to visit her, she just came out of surgery.”

he doesn’t hear the rest of what the person on the other side is saying, because his pulse is racing and he’s pulling his shoes and coat on, halfway out the door.

he runs to his car, heart beating rapidly, and drives to the hospital quickly. he can’t even think straight.

when he finally arrives, quickly finding your room. he freezes, stomach dropping.

you’re still unconscious, and there are cuts on your face. parts of your arms are bruised.

he sits in the chair next to your bed, and forces himself to take a deep breath. he focuses on your chest, rising with every breath, and prays that it won’t stop.

“omi?” you whisper, a few hours later. he looks up, eyes wide, and pulls you into him, gently cradling your head and kissing your hair. he’s trembling softly, and your heart squeezes painfully.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispers, refusing to let go. “i’m so sorry for what i said to you. you mean so much to me.”

you begin to cry, digging your face into him and sobbing. you breathe him in, his fresh, warm scent smelling like home. you’re overwhelmed and emotional and so, so happy he came to see you.

the two of you stay like that for a while, pressing soft kisses to each other’s lips in between moments.

“you really hate hospitals, don’t you, omi?” you whisper. this makes him laugh, the sound boyish and sweet.

“yeah. but when you’re here with me, maybe they aren’t so bad.”

suna

being in a relationship with suna was emotionally draining sometimes

it felt like you were the only person opening up and sharing their emotions with the other

but suna just didn’t feel that it was that important

and when you wouldn’t stop nagging him about it, he got fed up

“can you just leave me alone about this? stop being so emotional, it’s annoying.”

“whatever. i guess i’ll just leave, then.”

“yeah, do us both a favor.”

so you did

it was dark outside, but you needed air, so you went on a much needed walk

you walked on the street, as there were no cars around

as you turned the corner, you didn’t realize there was a car turning there, and by the time you saw it, it was too late

suna’s laying in bed, the guilt that had begun creeping into him the moment you left now triple the size.

he knows he needs to work on being open with you. it’s not your fault that you want that, and he shouldn’t have taken it out on you.

so he waits for you to come home, apology already resting on his lips.

but you never do.

it’s been a couple hours since you left, and you’re still not back yet.

he fidgets anxiously.

his phone rings, and he picks it up immediately, relieved. the relief disappears when he realizes it’s not you, and he answers, annoyed.

“what?” he grits out.

“i’m sorry, is this suna rintarou?”

“yes?”

“right. i’m calling to notify you of an accident that involved l/n y/n and a vehicle a few hours ago. we are notifying you as you are listed as their emergency contact.”

suna’s heart stops. what?

“luckily, there was no internal bleeding, just bruising. y/n was not operated on, but they are still unconscious. if you’d like to visit, you may.”

he hangs up.

his hands are numb, shock rushing through his nerves and making it hard to breathe. as he grabs his jacket and keys and heads out, he feels numb.

when he finally reaches the hospital, he calmly asks for your room number, and he’s escorted to your room.

it’s only when he finally sees you that the shock leaves his body, and his heart begins beating rapidly in his chest. tears prick at his eyes at the sight of you, laying in bed unconsciously.

he approaches your bed and thumbs at your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

“oh, baby,” he whispers sadly.

your eyelashes flutter against his thumb, and his eyes widen.

“rin?” you mumble, eyes opening slowly.

he sighs, relief flooding his senses, and he rests his forehead against you, hands coming up to cup your jaw. he pressed a kiss against your lips, warm and firm and sweet.

“you’re okay. god, you’re okay,” he whispers, voice shaky with raw emotion. the vulnerability startles you, and you look up to see his eyes brimming with tears.

“rin,” you whisper, hand coming up to caress his cheek. he grabs your wrist and keeps your hand pressed flush against him, afraid to let go.

“i’m so sorry, baby. i’m sorry, i’m sorry...” he mutters, repeating the phrase over and over. the sight breaks your heart.

“hey, i’m okay, baby. alright? everything is gonna be okay,” you reassure him, and he pulls you in tightly.

“i love you so much. you know that?”

“i know, rin. i know.”

and as you stay holding each other like this, you know the two of you will be okay.

atsumu

“do you even love me anymore?!”

“what the fuck are you talking about, y/n? why would you even say that?”

atsumu had been distant lately

he had been consumed with work, and you wondered if he even wanted to be with you

but your obsession with this notion irritated him, and quickly became annoying

“if you’re just going to be insecure, you can get out. i don’t want to deal with you when you’re like this.”

you just scoffed and grabbed your things, slamming the door on the way out

but as you began to walk away, tears began to flood your vision, and sobs wracked your body

while you didn’t want to admit it, you were immensely hurt

you were just insecure and it felt like you weren’t even worthy of atsumu’s love

you couldn’t stop hyperventilating, panic taking over and flooding your senses

you couldn’t breathe, and you begun feeling lightheaded

and that’s the last thing you remembered

a couple minutes after you leave, atsumu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, frustrated.

he really hadn’t meant to send you away. he knows you’re just hurt and that he’s been too busy for you, but he just got fed up and lashed out at you. but now you’re gone, and he feels terrible.

he decides he’ll wait for you to come back home so he can apologize and make it up to you. he knows he has a lot to make up for.

but when you don’t return home for hours, he begins to get worried.

every time the two of you have fought, you’ve always come back after a little while. but you’re not returning his messages or calls, and you’ve been gone for too long.

he paces anxiously until his phone rings, and he looks at it hopefully. he sighs. it’s osamu.

“hell—”

“TSUMU!”

he pauses.

“what?”

“what do you mean, ‘what?’ what the fuck is wrong with you?”

atsumu stares at his phone, confused, and a little nervous.

“samu, i don’t underst—”

“y/n passed out in the cold, and from the looks of it, they’ve been lying out here for hours!” he yells into the phone. atsumu freezes.

“what?”

“how could you just leave them out here? what the hell is wrong with you?” osamu repeats, scolding him.

still in shock, eyes wide, atsumu stares at the phone.

“stupid fuckin’ idiot. i’m bringing y/n back to your house, since you were too dumb to notice they were hurt,” he mutters before hanging up.

just a few seconds later, the door opens, and osamu’s carrying you in his arms. atsumu gets up, running over to see you, and scoops you into his arms. you’re abnormally cold, pulse slow and face pale. his heart sinks, breaking into two at seeing you look so lifeless. this is his fault.

he puts you down on the couch and attempts to warm you up, placing his hands on your face.

“tsumu, what even happened?” osamu mumbles.

atsumu sighs guiltily.

“we had a fight. i told them to leave. i didn’t.. i didn’t think—”

“well no shit, you didn’t think,” osamu berates him. the two of them look at you, and there’s still no movement from you. “look, i gotta go,” he mutters. at the door, he turns back around. “hey, atsumu. be better next time.”

and as atsumu looks at you, cold and unconscious, he knows his brother is right.

he rests his forehead on yours as his eyes begin to fill up with tears.

“oh god, y/n. i’m so sorry,” he whispers guiltily. “please wake up. i shouldn’t have sent you away. i need you.”

at that, you stir gently, shivering. atsumu opens his eyes, hope and relief flooding him immediately, and he pulls away.

“y/n?” he whispers.

“c-cold,” you mumble. he scoops you off the couch and carries you to the bedroom, getting under the covers with you and pulling you into his chest. you seem to relax at that.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” atsumu mutters, rocking you gently.

“just wanted you to come back to me,” you whisper. his heart breaks, again.

“i’m here baby, okay? i’ve got you now,” he mumbles, refusing to let go. you nod into his chest.

“promise me you won’t leave me again?”

“i promise.”

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hozierandco · 3 years

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Callum Turner x Reader - The After-Match pt. 2 (SMUT)

A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.

Cal, 10.56 pm: You better be home in 30 minutes or I'm starting the after-match without you

Y/N, 10.57 pm: I'll be there in no time!

A wave of cheers had engulfed the streets: Chelsea had won and it was only the beginning of a long night for the supporters that had assembled from all around, from Trafalgar Square to Greenwich, from Brixton to Hammersmith.

Horns beeping everywhere, pedestrians with beer in their hand and their voices broken.

"Are you joining us, Callum? We're going to the pub to celebrate!"

"Nah, tonight I'm celebrating with Y/N!"

Callum's friends all chuckled while looking at each other "You lucky bastard!", one snickered.

"We're not holding you back then!", another added.

"Have a great night, lads!", Callum said while getting his coat that had been discarded on the hat stand by the door.

"Yeah, you too!"

There was no time to lose. He could not take a cab since he had not booked any and going with his own two feet would take him nearly an hour. He knew that an hour would be way too long and that his body would not be able to cope.

From the moment he had read that Y/N had been cheeky enough not to wear any undergarments, he had felt a bulge flourishing. He had benefitted from the half-time to try and get rid of the tide that was boiling in his boxers, to no avail.

He then decided to take the tube, hoping in his innermost that the next train wouldn't last too long to arrive and that it wouldn't be too crowded. The Northern line usually was not at that time of the night but it was a game night so who knew...

He ran to the Angel train station as his phone indicated that the next train would be there in 10 minutes.

Cal, 11.09 pm: Shit, Y/N, you've got me running... The things I wouldn't do to fuck you...

Cal, 11.12 pm: U there?

But Y/N too was busy running. If the road from Regent's Park to Primrose Hill was a rather short one, she had taken too much time parting from her friends and was now late for Callum's plans.

Y/N, 11.14 pm: It's only your warm-up Cal'

Cal, 11.16 pm: From now on, it's "sir" for you!

Only a few seconds after reading the instruction, Y/N heard her phone writhe again.

Cal, 11.16 pm: If you're not here in ten minutes, I swear things will go very wrong for you!

It was all that Y/N needed to go back to her running although she was aroused at the idea that things could go "very wrong" according to her boyfriend.

She had one last street to walk by. She looked at her phone: 11.23 pm. Why are the London streets so long, she thought...

Finally the door to the Georgian hôtel particulier they shared with three other tenants. 11.25 pm.

She walked in only to notice that Callum was standing under the bare lightbulb in their living room.

"Congratulations for the game!"

"Yeah...", Callum said absent-mindedly. Y/N understood what Callum was doing: he was going through all the possibilities he had to take as much pleasure with her.

In love, Callum was the romantic type with a twist. It did not take him much to change from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde but he always valued Y/N's pleasure over his, always listening to the echoes of her lust. He was a passionate lover beyond the shadow of a doubt.

But that night, Chelsea had won and a deal is a deal.

Callum walked in a painfully slow pace towards Y/N with his large hands behind his back. When he was at her level, he stood in a parallel way behind her back and with one hand started descending on Y/N's dress. He had to check by himself.

Careful as not to touch her genitalia for the time being as he was not willing to surrender now, he grazed her hips and noticed that she had not lied.

"You really didn't wear no panties, huh?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Cal"

Callum clucked his tongue and corrected her while putting his two hands on her shoulders "What did I say? It's "sir" for the misbehaving girls who wear slim dresses with nothing under them"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Sir"

Callum flipped Y/N around so that she was now facing him and ignited a symphony of kisses on her neck, her forehead and finally on her mouth. With each kiss, he went stronger too which Y/N replied by forcing her tongue to meet his.

Callum pulled her even closer and was ready to take her right there on the spot but he had another plans. With the contact of his beige chino trousers over her velvet dress, Y/N could spot the bulge that Callum had tried so hard to hide.

She might have looked a little too much for Callum had to intervene "Since you seem to like what you see, how about you get on your pretty knees and suck me off while you're at it"

"Yes, sir"

Y/N hoped that she would not be the cause for a pond on the floor as she had not anticipated that not wearing underwear could come with such consequences.

She executed herself and got on her knees. Right there, in the living room by the sole light emanating from the lightbulb and with the only sound of the supporters from afar.

She used Callum's legs as a support to get down and nodded at her boyfriend's "Are you okay with that?"

She was eager for the touch she had craved for almost ten days. When Callum had to leave abruptly earlier in the night, she had sensed it as a treason. Surely, he knew what he was doing, not giving her any attention for days and all of a sudden being all smitten.

He knew th ehold he had on her and knew the mess she would become if he started a fire only to let the sparks burning behind him.

Y/N then took Callum's trousers and boxers off in one brief moment, thus revealing the proud length that was finally being acknowledged and addressed.

Without further ado, Y/N stroked the thick column with her right hand, taking care of the two other inhabitants with her other one.

Callum could at last savour the fruit of his team's victory and his patience paying.

He was still standing tall on his two feet and came to the dramatic conclusion that he would soon need a pillar to rest on if he did not wish to fall. And would need one very soon as a matter of fact, considering the speed Y/N had gotten her hands used to. He chose Y/N's hair as a pillar and started running his hands in it.

All in her reactions appeared as though she would follow to the letter his commands. She had hungry plums in place of her eyes that manifested her lust to get more from the interaction. And her mouth was watering in expectation of the forbidden fruit that she would gladly receive. Slight moans slipped through her teeth, echoed by Callum's bestial growl.

Some foam oozed out of the head of his member, which seemed to be the signal Y/N had waited to get her mouth have a taste at it. She lapped up the drops of cum before getting more inside.

"All fucking night, I've been dreaming about this..."

"... And Chelsea winning too, I suppose?" Y/N retorted as she caught her breath back.

"Only close second to this", he assured with a moan on the corner of his lips and his hands directing her mouth to find its way back on where it was aching.

Callum's head tilted back as the petite mort was about to overflow and take him in its wake "Oh! Fuck, Y/N"

Once Callum's cock was empty of its ambrosia, Callum held a hand at Y/N to invite her to stand up and once she stood in front of him, he kissed her. In his kiss, he led the parade towards their bedroom.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Y/N playfully inquired in a moment of respite that her lover had been generous to offer. In fact, he also needed it as he was still panting from the kissing and the blowjob.

"Ride me", Callum said in a deadpan tone.

"Anything you want, sir!"

Callum had only had the time to pick his boxers from the floor of the living room but had relinquished his trousers over there. He lay all of his tall body on the bed, taking off his shirt in the process.

Still standing by the end of the bed, Y/N got her knees on the extremity of it, moving on all fours heading straight and as soft as a panther to her boyfriend.

She straddled him, pushing her hair to one side of her face. As she could feel the bulge forming again under her pounding groin, she took off her dress, passing the piece of cloth over her head. In a second when she did not have eyes on Callum as the dress was right before her eyes, he fondled the two pomegranates that introduce themselves to him.

He had straightened up and was now in a right angle to the headboard. In a perfect position to let his lips wander right between the two breasts.

"Fuck! You just never stop being gorgeous, do you?"

Y/N rubbed her pelvis against the actor's boxers on the spot where his growing protrusion was.

"Good God, I hope you're enjoying yourself... Teasing me like that..."

Y/N continued pleasuring her cavity as she purred at Callum's words. To help her on her merry-go-round and because he was craving more, he held her by her hips, enabling circles of bliss. He felt as though he was a bull on a rodeo stand, enjoying the view and wandering on her stomach, breasts and neck.

If there was one thing Callum loved above all, it was to see Y/N being satisfied. In their sex life, it translated in him usually being aroused by the simple sight of her coming. He could come too if he saw just how great it was for her.

"You're so bloody hot!", he commented almost breathless "but I really need to feel how wet you've gotten for me"

Y/N removed just enough of his boxers to grasp the tip of his cock which she plunged into her in one swift movement and carried on riding her boyfriend"

Y/N came some minutes later, too glad that she was finally getting all the attention she deserved. When Callum joined her, he let go of Y/N as she seemed exhausting from so much riding. As she lay on the bed, he slid under the sheets, to the level of her waterfall, desperate to have a taste of both fluids.

It was Y/N's turn to pull Callum's hair to show him how she wanted to be pleasured which Callum blindly followed. Shutting his eyes, he could feel the drops filling his mouth.

His tongue found its way through the humid weather. Y/N had always loved her lover's meticulousness when it came to that subject. It was as though he was under a mysterious spell, completely in trance. He was devoted and took all his time to give her all that she deserved.

Y/N wiggled under his moving head, moaning louder and louder by every stroke his tongue was taking.

"Callum!", she cried in the night as the supporters had grown quieter.

This time around, Callum did not correct her as having her come with his Christian name on her lips was worth all the gold in the world.

#callum turner #theseus scamander #callum turner x reader #smut #second part #one shot #though in two parts #never been good with maths #plot what plot #sir kink

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fangirl-everythang · 3 years

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Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower, I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?" he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull. "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic. "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member. I release them, clean, turning to face him. "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm. "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair. "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word. Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal." He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination. "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?" He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before. As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more. He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center. An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

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Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

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dazed--xx · 3 years

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Sold Your Soul

Request: Ooh could I request Yandere!Sugar Daddy! Seokjin¿

Member: HARD Yandere!sadist Jin x Reader

Genre: angst, yandere, (implied smut)

Word Count: 1,590

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Abuse, manipulation, pressured sex, handcuffed to a bed, hair pulling, name calling, whatever else I forgot to put sorry guys

A/N: MY FIRST JIN FIC thank you to the beautifully dark and non-descriptive soul for sending in this request, I hope you enjoy it and this finds you, I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS BEHAVIOR IF YOU ARE BEING ABUSED GET HELP, PLEASE. And with that being said send in more requests

Summary: Kim Seokjin, V.P. of Kim industries, powerful, wealthy, and charming. The sweetest heir to the Kim enterprise according to the public. You believed it, his overwhelming charm and confidence the mask for the demon within. Jīn has gotten whatever he wanted, and he wants you. With your contract only days from ending, Jin declares you’ve violated the contract and now you belong to him. Permanently.

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Month 5 day 22 10:42 pm

If anyone was to ask you how the past 5 months 22 days have been you’d say a secret nightmare, your provider was a ruthless and spoiled man. The onlookers would say you were lucky, the heir to Kim Enterprises was spoiling you with riches, paying your tuition, etc... The soft glow on his skin, his plump lips, his soft fragile image of the perfect son in the perfect family had shattered within 2 months. The abuse of his power and wealth over you, use of your safe word during sexual punishment would result in financial punishment. If you would have read the fine print in your contract with him you wouldn’t be handcuffed to his headboard as he released his anger, at his words “your betrayal”. Only hours ago, he was losing himself inside you, holding you in his arms fingers lightly tracing circles on your arms. How did you end up here?

*flashback*

Your hands curled around the bottom seam of your skirt griping it tightly. Your entire body shaking as the driver pulled to a stop in front of the large office building. Your mouth completely dries itself up. “Miss y/l/n Mr. Kim has requested you inform his assistant you have arrived from the front desk give them your name, then proceed to the 16th floor Mr. Kim's assistant will meet you right off the elevator she will give you further instructions. Have a nice day” his driver speaks soft and swiftly.

You shakily eye the building. Taking a soft nervous step your breath hitches in your throat. As you step into the building you look around everything seems to happen in the blink of an eye and soon you were rushed into his office. You turned to close the door behind you and you stared at the closed door in front of you and your hand stayed frozen on the handle.

“You can leave if you'd like but from what I know so far Miss Y/l/n you need me more than I need you” His velvety voice rang through your ears. “Come. Sit.” he said with a more commanding tone. As your eyes trailed over the luxurious office, I do not belong here you thought. Your legs acting on your own as you find your way in the chair placed in front of his desk eyes never once leaving the floor. “you're nervous” he states softly. You nod softly, a blush creeping on your face.

You hear him lift himself off his chair and soon you can feel his hand on your shoulder, he lowers his body kneeling in front of you. “Do I make you uncomfortable y/n” his hand lifting my head to face him I shake my head “n-no sir” my meek voice barely over a whisper. “Have you read over the contract miss y/l/n?” you nod taking in his handsome features. The curve of his lips, the playful innocence in his voice. “All of it?” you nod lying to him, you dozed off reading the contract around the termination clauses. “And you're............experienced?”

“yes, sir I'm here to please” you reached into your bag and handed him the contract. “Well miss y/l/n consider your student loans and your sisters medical expenses paid for, now that business is taken care of on your knees beautiful let's see how eager you are to please” He stated standing straight up unzipping his pants. You stared at him in shock, how did he know about your sister.

*present* -Month 5 day 22 10:23 pm

You weren't sure what you had said to set Jin off but he was livid. Your terrified state only encouraged his anger. He got off on your misery, he was enamored by the beauty of your face as tears streamed down it. The way you would shake like a chihuahua if he so much as looked at you a certain way. You had fallen into your submissive role the second you handed him the contract. He knew he loved you the moment he saw you that day walking home from work. A man in Jins position had wealth and anyone at his disposal to keep an eye on you and report back. He knew everything about you before he even presented you with the 6-month contract. Even though he had paid off all your expenses before you even knew he existed.

He praised you when you did well, punished you when you acted out. He loved you and you loved him well he thought you loved him. As the days got closer to the 6-month mark Jin heard you making arraignments to leave his side and find another place to live. He thought it was just cold feet you were scared of your love and maybe he just needed to remind you who you belonged to and everything would be alright. Until you came to him with an apartment you had put a down payment on, wishing you could begin slowly moving your things in to adjust from the past 6 months as you put it.

His anger only grew as you continued about the life you wished to lead after you leave him. He could only see red as his hand strikes you. He continuously shoves you back until your pressed against the wall. His hand finding its way to your throat, “who the fuck told you that you could use my own money to pay for some silly thing like an apartment, you aren't leaving y/n” he growled forcing his lips on yours “who put that stupid idea in your weak mind? Your sister? Your mother? Or are you a fucking whore y/n?” you wince as he adds pressure to your throat “that's it isn't it! Who is he? Ill fucking kill him” you look at him terrified words fighting their way out

“NO-ONE! P-please get off me, I-I s-swear there's been no one b-but yo---’LYING BITCH WHY ELSE WOULD YOU BE SO DESPARATE TO GET AWAY FROM ME Y/N I LOVE YOU; YOU FUCKING KNOW THAT YOURE NOT LEAVING ME Y/N” He yanked your arm roughly, dragging you to your room. He grabs the handcuffs he keeps in the night stand beside the bed. Wrapping one of the cold cuffs around your wrist, he yanks it pulling you across the room. “N-no Jin please! I can be good I-I can b-be go-od p-please!” you scream as you grab onto the door.

The pain in your wrist growing stronger. Jins face is now red “what did you call me” his voice is low the burning sensation in your wrist turning to throbbing as Jin stares at you. Your eyes widen as you force the door open, as your small figure makes it past the frame you can feel his hand in your hair, the burning sensation scratching its way through your head.

The tears burning your eyes as you scream in pain “PLEASE HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE!”

You fight back but its utterly useless and he handcuffs you to your headboard “I fucking help you, you piece of trash. I give you everything! Everything I have y/n, you want me you have that you want my money I’ll transfer it all to you every last cent. I've bought you clothes food trips for you and your waste of space sister, I've given you freedom and respect and all I get in return for my love and kindness is disrespect, infidelity, and used. You want to know why your other Doms got rid of you y/n?” your eyes travel from the ceiling to his face.

The hurt evident, “it's because you’re a gold-digging whore y/n you want money and that’s it you don’t care about how people feel you don’t care about love or anything you fuck anyone that will give you a bigger pay check and leave a trail of broken hearts. But I'm not one of those men y/n I'd rather kill you than live without you” he states standing frozen in the middle of the room his hand pulling a gun out from behind his back, pointing it right at you. “so, y/n do you want to die?”

Your heart raced as you shook your head rapidly the tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks. “N-no p-please s-sir, I-ill d-do anything” his small huffs turning into a hearty laugh as he points the gun to his head, slowly rubbing it against his temple

“It doesn’t matter if you want to leave it doesn’t matter if you want your own apartment. You violated your part of the NDA, Y/n by exposing our relationship and arrangement to your pathetic little sister you CAN’T leave, I mean I could sue you but I already know you don’t have that kind of money. Didn’t know when to bring it up but I felt now was a good a time as any. So, you see Babygirl you belong to me and the only way you're leaving me is death either by my hand or your own” he places his body on top of yours “and I hope for your sake its by your own, you know how I like to see you cry and bleed baby” his lips capture yours as your tears mix with the taste of his tongue.

You closed your eyes as his hard long member enters your core, erasing the misery from your mind as you breathlessly moan “sir”

you’ve sold your soul to the devil and He’s here to collect.

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moon-light-jukebox · 4 years

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Switching Roles [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: Spencer has always been submissive when he's been with reader...but tonight he’s interested in switching things up.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Category: Smut with a dash of fluff

Content Warning: Oral sex (both receiving), soft Dom!Spencer, mild over stim, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking. I think that’s it. Just filth, y’all.

A/n: This idea was sent to me in an ask the other day and I forgot to write the user name down. If you send me a message, I’d love to credit you! I just have the memory of a goldfish. Anyway, I hope y’all like this filth that I’m slightly embarrassed I wrote.

--Switching Roles--

I knew my relationship with Dr. Spencer Reid would be unconventional when he got called away in the middle of our first date. He apologized profusely but I assumed I was being blown off.

Four days later he showed up outside my apartment after 11 pm with flowers and another apology.

“You could have just called,” I had said that night.

He just shrugged sheepishly. “I know, I know. I just…I just really wanted to see you.”

I think I fell in love with him the moment he handed me those flowers with a blush staining the apples of his cheeks. Everything was history after that.

The hardest part about being with Spencer was accepting his schedule. He was out saving lives and making the world a safer place, and I understood that I really did. That understanding didn't make missing him any easier.

Spencer had been gone for over 10 days and we were both feeling the effects of his absence. Phone calls and video chats could only do so much. I needed him.

He had sent me a text message about 30 minutes ago letting me know his plane had landed.

“Do you want me to come over after we debrief?”

For a genius, he asked a lot of stupid questions.

I jumped out of my seat a moment later when there was a knock at my door. He had a key; I don’t know why he never used it.

No sooner had I opened the door than he was on me. He shoved his way through the door. One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other cupped my jaw. I vaguely heard the door slam a moment before he turned us and pushed my back against it.

Very quickly in our relationship, we had discovered that Spencer really enjoyed it when I told him what to do when we had sex. I wasn't new to being dominant in the bedroom, but Spencer had never had a partner take control the way I did. Introducing Dr. Spencer Reid to the world of BDSM had been a treat for us both.

My tongue swept over the seam of his mouth, pulling a groan from him before he opened for me. His tongue slicked against mine while his hands moved down my body, brushing over my breast to my stomach, already set on undoing my pants.

When I felt the button of my pants open, I broke away from our kiss. “Hey, Doc,” I panted against his mouth.

Spencer just gave me a small smile, his thumb tracing over the lower part of my stomach. “Hey, Pretty girl. I missed you.”

“I can see that,” I rasped out, my hand coming down between our bodies to rub over the bulge in his pants. “Come on, baby.” I took a step away from him and extended my hand. His fingers laced with mine as we walked down the hall to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure what Spencer needed tonight, but whatever it was would be easier on the bed.

Once we arrived in my bedroom, I turned to face him, my arms going up around his neck, brushing through his soft curls at the base of his skull.

I was just about to kiss him again when I saw him hesitate; it was just the slightest bit, but I knew him.

“What’s wrong, Spence?” I questioned, my eyes searching his. “We don’t have to do a scene. We can just be together like this.”

“No,” he whispered. “It’s…I don’t want to…I want to do a scene but…”

I was thoroughly confused now, but I waited for him to gather his thoughts and push through his nerves.

“C-can I…”

"Can you what, Pretty Boy?" I moved my hand to brush my fingers across his sharp cheekbone.

“I want to try…can I try to be in charge?”

My eyebrows shot up. “You want to dom me?”

His cheeks were tinged with color. “I...I think so. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

I had mentioned to Spencer before that I was technically a switch, but I didn’t sub very often. He had always been exclusively interested in being a submissive. While the shift was confusing, I wasn’t against the idea. The thought of my sweet pretty boy having his way with me certainly had its own appeal.

I rose up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his soft lips. “Sure, baby.”

“R-really?!” he squeaked.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his tone before I nodded. “Where do you want me…sir?" I didn't miss the way he shuddered at my words. Even if he was in charge, I couldn't turn off the part of myself that was aware of every single part of him. His every reaction was so erotic to me.

Something in those warm brown eyes hardened. “I want you in only your panties. Then I want you to kneel.”

Well. "Yes, sir." I quickly lowered my eyes to the floor while my fingers unbuttoned my top before shrugging it off my shoulders. My pants and shoes went next, then finally my bra. My hair was in a bun at the back of my head and I almost released it. I knew he liked to grab my hair, but if he wanted it he could take it.

I dropped to my knees by the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my thighs. Loving Spencer Reid meant I noticed things about him, things that he might not even be aware of himself. He was still a little bit uncomfortable with sex, especially the kinkier stuff I liked to do; I knew that if he saw my eyes staring up at him, he'd get nervous and start to question himself.

Usually, I liked to watch in squirm…but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to see what he had in him, what parts of him I hadn’t seen before.

The air felt thick while I waited to see what my pretty boy would do, I think I was just as nervous as he was. I heard the breath he let out before he started moving, followed by the rustle of fabric. His tie, maybe? I thought.

Spencer walked over to stand over me, his shoes in front of my knees. "Give me your hands."

I complied immediately, keeping my eyes downcast. I had never heard his voice sound like that before. It was raspy, thick, and commanding. It made the ache I felt for him so much more powerful.

He had me press my hands together like I was praying before he wove the tie around my wrists. The knot wasn’t great, I could have gotten out of it easily, but his meaning was clear.

“You’re to keep your hands there, Pretty girl,” he rasped out while I heard the unmistakable clink of his belt opening. “I know how much your hands like to wander. Look at me.”

My eyes slowly slid up his body. His belt was hanging open, his fingers still undoing the button of his pants, the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and his tie was obviously gone. Those messy brown curls on top of his head seemed wilder than normal. None of those things are what made my breath catch in my throat.

His teeth were digging into his bottom lip while he looked down at me, his eyes blazed with desire, but his shoulders were set with a subtle confidence I wasn’t used to seeing.

Spencer Reid looked like a God, and I had never wanted anything more in my life.

After he lowered his zipper, he reached down to touch my face, his thumb running over my lower lip. I pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb that made him smirk. “Open.”

He pushed his thumb between my lips while his other hand freed his cock. I swirled my tongue around his thumb, my eyes never leaving his.

“Fuck,” he muttered, removing his thumb. “You’re always such an eager thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

My answer seemed to amuse Spencer, but he wasn’t deterred from his goal. He gripped his cock and brought it to my mouth. The head was wet with precum that he painted across my lips before his thumb gripped my chin.

I opened my lips and let him guide his cock into my mouth. He slowly moved himself in and out of my mouth at first, letting me get used to him. He was being so sweet, but the urge I felt to please him was overwhelming. I hollowed out my cheeks and started to bob my head.

One of Spencer's hands tangled in my hair while his breath hissed out between his lips. "Fuck, y/n." His head tipped back when I went further down, taking him until he hit the back of my throat. "You're so good at that," he praised.

His hips started moving of their own accord, making shallow thrusts in and out of my mouth. I relaxed my throat as much as I could, letting his cock slide deeper. I felt my throat convulse when I tried to gag around him.

My eyes were watering but I couldn't look away from Spencer. His gaze was fixed on his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, his hand balled up in a fist pressed against his mouth.

He knew how much I liked to hear him. Bastard.

With one final jerk of his hips, he yanked my hair, pulling me away from him. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice shaky but somehow still authoritative.

I stood before Spencer while he admired the mess he had made of me. Tears were smeared down my face, my lips were swollen, and my tongue felt numb.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed across my skin right before he brought his lips against mine. I tried to deepen the kiss, my bound hands coming up to grip at his shirt, but Spencer pulled away with a chuckle.

"Always so needy," he whispered slowly unwinding his tie from my hands. "Go lay on the center of the bed. Put your hands by your sides. If you touch yourself in any way, the next knot will be harder to get out of," he warned.

He watched me move towards the bed while he worked on the buttons of his shirt before pulling it off. Spencer wasn't overly muscled; his body was slim and well-toned, but he still had a softness to him that never failed to make my heart clench. He really was such a pretty boy. I laid in the center of my bed while he removed the last of his clothing. I didn't make it easy for him this time, I never took my eyes off of him.

“See something you like, Princess?”

I nodded my head, smiling at him. “Always, sir.”

Spencer laughed openly while he moved his body over mine, his face level with my own. "You're a brat," he huffed out before he gave me another kiss. This one was hungrier than the last, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. My body was shifting restlessly under his, desperate for any sort of friction.

“I’ve got you, Pretty Girl,” he muttered against my skin while he kissed his way across my cheek and down the column of my throat. Spencer braced himself on his left hand while his right skimmed down my body. His thumb brushed over my nipple, pulling a gasp from me. He lifted his head from my throat to stare down at me when his fingers reach the waistband of my panties.

“Are you wet for me?” He slipped one finger beneath the fabric of my underwear, smirking down at me when he parts my folds. “You like this don’t you, baby?”

All I could do was whimper. The truth is I did like it, and I hadn't expected to.

His hand stilled. "I asked you a question, Princess."

Jesus Christ. "Yes, sir," I whined out. "I like it."

Spencer's hand moved further into my underwear. Two of his fingers sunk inside of me at the very moment his mouth closed around my nipple.

I couldn't control the way my back arched up at the sensation. "Oh my god.”

His fingers started to move faster inside of me while his thumb brushed over my clit. "How many times do we think I can make you cum tonight? Hmm?" Those long beautiful fingers curled up while they thrust into me, hitting just the right spot. "Two? I don't think we've ever had more than two." His brows quirked as he pretended to ponder his options. I couldn't answer, I could barely even think.

The sensations building inside of me already felt overwhelming. My hips moving to meet his fingers. "Please," I moaned.

“Please, what, Princess?”

My wide eyes meet his teasing brown ones. “Please let me cum.”

His head dropped back down to my neck, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses on my body as he moved down to my breasts again. "Cum for me, pretty girl."

At his words, the band that was tightening inside of me snapped. My thighs clamped together around his hand trying to hold the pleasure right where I wanted it. His fingers pushed against the flutters of my orgasm, working me through it while I came back down to earth.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.”

My eyes opened to see the smug, smiling face of Dr. Reid. I wanted to tease him but there's something in those eyes of his that gave me pause. This didn't feel over yet.

Spencer pulled his fingers from my pussy, apprising them before he pulled them into his mouth to suck them clean. He moaned at the taste, his eyes never leaving mine. Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he moved to grip the waistband of my panties before he yanked them down my legs.

I felt his nails rake over my skin while his head moved down my body.

"Spence," I whimpered. "I can't it's too soon."

He looked at me then, his face was slightly nervous. "You know the words."

He was absolutely right, I did.

“Are you using them?”

Do I want to? I thought. I'd never been able to cum more than once so quickly…but. "No," I said firmly.

Spencer shot me a smile a moment before he turned his head to the side and sunk his teeth into the skin of my inner thigh, causing me to yelp. "Good. Then don't interrupt me again."

Fuck that shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

He settled on his stomach between my thighs, his arms anchoring around my legs to hold me in place, his forearms on my hips. He watched my reaction when he pressed a kiss to my pussy, and he grinned when I jerked slightly.

I groaned when his tongue parted me, lapping gently against my entrance, tasting the orgasm he gave me a moment before.

My hips were already trying to shift under his hold. "Can I touch you now?"

He just shook his head, clearly amused at my needy question. I couldn't help it. I wanted to feel his curls in my hands, I wanted to hear him moan when I pulled his hair.

And the bastard knew it.

My fingers fisted in the bedsheets when his tongue flicked over my clit. "I can't, I can't," I muttered but even though I didn't think I could, my body didn't seem to agree. With every circle of his tongue, my hips moved to grind against him. He hummed against my pussy right before he took my clit in his mouth.

"Spence," I rasped out, my hands lifting from the bed for the briefest of moments before slamming back down.

He lifted his head and smiled at me, his mouth shiny with my arousal. "What, Princess?"

I thought it was torture before when he was touching me…but now that he stopped it was even worse. "I need…I need…"

His right-hand moved off of my hip to come between my legs. He cocked his head to the side while his index finger brushed up and down my slit. "You…what?"

Bastard. “I need to cum, please.”

He pressed a kiss to my thigh right above the bite mark. "You're so fucking pretty when you beg." His head moved closer and closer to where I needed him to be. "Say it again. Say it right, baby."

I tossed my head back on the bed, my entire body shaking. "Please make me cum, sir. Please. I want to cum on your face."

The room was silent for a beat, causing me to lift my head and look at him. His mouth was poised right over my pussy, his right hand back in its original position around my thigh.

"Good girl," he praised, looking into my eyes right before his face dove back into my pussy. He ate at my pussy like making me fall apart was his very mission in life.

My hips rocked against him while I babbled a refrain of his name and broken pleas for my release. Spencer finally took pity on me, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking just hard enough to cause me to splinter apart. My vision went white as my entire body bent to his will.

Spencer's tongue flicked against me one more time before he pulled away to gaze down at me. He looked so pleased when he saw my boneless body beneath him. His arms braced on either side of my head while he laid his body on top of mine. I felt his hard cock brush against my pussy while he pressed kisses to my cheeks. "I love it when you say my name when you cum," he breathed.

I licked my lips, trying to focus on his face.

"Oh, my pretty, pretty girl," he teased. "You're almost wrecked for me." He tsked. "Where is the girl that always says that we're not done until she says we’re done? Where’s my girl?”

He was taunting me. He knew that's how he'd get me to do what he wanted. Because I still wanted him, and I never back down from a challenge.

"I'm right here, sir." My voice was hoarse from screaming for him.

Spencer smiled at me. "You've got one more in you, Princess. Get up on your knees."

My limbs felt heavy when I hurried to comply with his request, my elbows threatened to buckle when I braced my upper body on them. Spencer moved away from me, grabbing a pillow and putting is under my body.

"I know the second I put my cock inside that tight, pretty little pussy of yours you're going to collapse," he said while his hands ran over my body. "This way I can still fuck you the way I want to."

My pussy throbbed at his words. He was so…different like this.

And it was so fucking hot.

I felt the blunt tip of his cock brush against my slit, coating himself in wetness.

"Beg me for it," he teased, one hand anchored to my hips while the other is fisted on his cock. "Come on, baby. You've already screamed for me."

My head dropped down to hang between my arms. "I need it, sir. Please."

“You need what?”

“I need your cock, sir. I need it. Please fuck me, Dr. Reid.”

The honorific slipped out without thought. I usually called him Dr. Reid when he was submitting but judging by the groan that tore from his throat he liked it when I said it like this too.

Without further teasing his cock breached my opening, sliding into me in one motion until his hips hit my ass.

I tried to hold my body up, I really did. I wasn’t going to give up.

Spencer’s hand moved up my back, pushing my hair to one side. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. Put your upper body on the bed.”

His words weren’t teasing anymore, they were almost caring. He knew me well enough to know I was almost spent even though we had never done this before.

“I love you,” I whispered while I dropped my elbows. My upper body was on the bed while my ass was in the air, held there by a pillow under me and Spencer’s hand on my hip.

He leaned over my body, somehow causing his cock to push even deeper inside of me. “I love you too, y/n.” He pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder before his arms came down on either side of me.

Then he started moving. His hips slapped against my ass while he rutted into me, our moment of tenderness long gone.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped out. “You always feel so fucking good.”

His hips started moving differently, his thrusts were harsher and more purposeful.

“Fuck,” I whimpered almost overwhelmed by the sensations he was bringing out of me. I felt his breath against my back, his body sliding against mine.

“You’re getting tighter, Princess. I know you can do it.” Spencer lifted up slightly until he could grip the headboard, totally changing the angle of his thrusts. “Reach down and rub your clit, pretty girl.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

Slap.

I yelped when his hand connected with my ass cheek. “That wasn’t a request, Princess,” he snarled, his thrusts never slowing. “I told you to reach down and rub your clit. Now.”

My pussy was already starting to spasm around him before I even brushed my fingers against my clit.

Spencer groaned. “You like that, don’t you? Such a dirty, needy little thing, aren’t you?”

"Yes, Dr. Reid." My hips started to shift back to meet his thrusts.

“I can feel it. You’re right there. Cum on my cock, Princess. Or do you want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy first?” Spencer’s voice was as dark and primal as his movements. “Because we both know how much you like it when I cum inside of you. It’s what I think about when I’m away. I fuck my fist and think about what a little cum slut you are.”

His filthy words were what finally drove me over the edge. I wasn't able to bury my head in the mattress quick enough to cover my entire scream when my pussy clamped down around his cock, cumming for him for the third time that night.

I heard Spencer’s hoarse exclamation when my release triggered his own. I felt him pulse inside of me while he gave a few more choppy thrusts.

He pulled out of me a moment later, moving my body on to my back. “Are you okay?”

Gone was the dominant man from a few moments ago. Here was my Spencer, my shy, awkward, wonderful man.

“I’m okay,” I said softly, my body shattered and sleepy.

Spencer’s eyes ran over every part of me. “You’re sure? You feel okay.”

I shook my head, smiling at how relieved he looked. Truthfully, I was relieved too. I knew Spencer would take care of me if I went into sub drop and he would do a marvelous job at that, but I was glad it wasn't something we had to worry about for his first time.

He moved to lay on the bed beside me, pulling my body against his side. “So, what did you think?” he questioned, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“You continue to surprise me, Dr. Reid," I answered sleepily.

Spencer chuckled as his fingers trace up and down the length of my spine. "I missed you."

The last thing I did before I fell asleep was smile and tell him, "I missed you too, Pretty Boy."

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mosshead-lover · 3 years

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Fights lead to Confessions as Hate leads to Love.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary: You go over to your Captain’s to submit the work late at night. Only to get caught in the most unexpected turn of events.

Warnings : NSFW, maybe lil wild?

When you woke up from your what was supposed to be a tiny nap, It was already 10:30 PM. You curse yourself for dozing off. Luckily you were almost done with the work. Even so, you knew you had to face the captain's wrath. Lately, he had been dumping an unbelievable amount of paperwork on you. That too, after a whole day of training. Today's combat training was extra hard for you as he made you combat him till your limbs fell apart and this was after a dozen of laps that ware meant as a punishment for being slow during the warm-ups. But then, how could you keep up with the squad? You stayed up late to finish the paperwork that was due the next morning. He had strictly asked you to finish today's work by dinner. Your stomach grumbled. You wish you woke up at least in time for dinner. You bundled the papers and set off to submit them to him.

"Captain Levi"

You call out for him before knocking.

There was no reply. You call out again. Still, there was none.

A ruffle of chill wind moved the door slightly, making you realise that it wasn't locked. You decided to let yourself in, for, you had forgotten to wear your coat and, the slim uniform shirt did no good. Moreover, you couldn't afford to get the bashing in front of everyone in the morning. Better face the consequences in private.

"Um. What are you doing here?"

It was him. He had just gotten out of the shower and wore nothing but a towel around his waist. The reminiscent water droplets on his torso only added to the sexiness of his abs. Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. While you were at it, Levi's ice-cold eyes were set on your erect nipples which were the result of the weather(or not).

"Tch."

He let out an annoyed sigh. Immediately aware of what he was implying, you tried to cover your nipples with the suspenders. You were embarrassed. Though, ironically, he was the half-naked one. You quickly set down the file on the desk nearby and saluted.

"The work is done, sir."

"Good, Thought you were dead."

(What an ass!)

"I apologise for being late."

"Whatever. Kitchen duty every night for three weeks."

(Again!?)

You saluted and left. It took you everything you had to not smack him. After Levi shut the door behind you, You leaned back on his door and began thinking how exhausted you have been all these days. Physically and mentally. You didn't understand why he was so hostile towards you when, ever since you joined the cadet corps, all you ever tried to do was gain his appreciation. Heck, in fact, You joined the corps for him. Where did the captain that you had admired as a citizen within the walls go? Amidst all the chaos that went on in your head, You hated yourself for not being able to shake off the image of just-out-of-shower Levi.

Levi must have realised that you were still there. He opens the door without a warning and, you fall back into his arms. You quickly get up and stand straight.

"Were you fantasising having a piece of this, cadet?" He pointed at himself.

You were extremely embarrassed at his remark and couldn't take his shenanigans anymore.

"To me, it looks like the other way around, captain."

You smirked. You had had enough of him and, you spoke before thinking. Although, you immediately regretted it. Levi twisted your hand around and rammed you against the door, with your head sideways and left cheek pressing against the door. He positioned himself closer to your right ear.

"We are talking back now, aren't we?" He growled.

The words that escaped his mouth had nearly no impact on you compared to his breath against your skin.

"Should I punish you the old school way?"

A hint of naughty acquired his voice.

"Is that all you can do? So much for being The Levi Fucking Ackerman."

You kept your composure and pretended unintimidated when your inners went wild thinking of things that might happen.

"What did you just say to me?" He questioned in disbelief and utter shock.

"I SAID, LEVI FU..."

*Slam!* He slapped your buttocks hard.

"Come on, say it!"

He challenged you.

"FU..."

*Slaps you again*

You start taking deep breaths to calm your nerves down. And then your body reacts the way it shouldn't when he squeezes the part that was still hot from the slaps before. A jolt of pleasure passes through your body and, you let out a feeble moan in reflex.

Sufficed with his so called punishment,He lets your hand go and moves away.

"Leave."

He says in an indifferent tone. Although, the bump under his clean white towel was screaming something else. He immediately turns the other side and waits for you to obey him. But you weren't done.

You walk over to him furiously, grip his shoulder and forcefully turn him to face you. You push him against the table and position your dominant hand upon his groin as if to say, ’Move, and I will crush your jewels.'

Deep down, you knew Levi could easily turn the tables down without a scratch on his body. To your surprise, he gave in, resting his arms on the table and waiting for you to speak.

"Oh, Don't you dare imply this is one-sided."

You were perspiring from all the adrenaline rush and caught some breaths before continuing.

"Don't you think I know how you look at my back as I carry out the kitchen duty that you assign? Or when I bend over to clean the dust underneath the table, as you order me to?"

You were a tad satisfied as you began confronting your captain. Looked like he didn't want to take it anymore. He moved away from you in one swift move and used his leg to pull yours forward, making you lose balance and fall on the ground. He pinned you down and wasn't all that neutral anymore.

"It's a shame you think what I have for you is only physical. "

Before you could think, he tore your blouse with his strong arms, exposing more of your chest.

"Let me be what you think I am."

He affirms and holds you by the neck so you can't look away. He then bent down to devour you, as his other hand made its way down to your privates.

Your mind screamed ''It's wrong! Stop him" But, your body had already given in, swaying to the rhythm that his hand created down there. But, before he gained any more control over you, you had to say something. You push him away with all your might and sit up.

"It was you who portrayed my feelings as lust!" You almost scream in a teary voice. You take one deep breath and speak in a calmer tone.

"So, should I be what you see me as? "

You counter him and push him down as you throw his towel away. Levi lay bare naked. You sit on top and undo your remaining clothes, never once looking away. His eyes were locked to yours. You bend down, he meets you halfway and you both share one long kiss followed by several short ones. What started off slow gets hotter and furious with every second that pass. He runs his fingers down your torso as he sucks on your neck. You pull his head closer to your breasts as he began sucking and squeezing them. You lie back, throwing your arms on the ground as Levi pushes your legs apart. He seems proud at the sight of the flood that he solely caused. He resumes his work and goes down on you. This time you are not holding it back. You weren't fighting him anymore nor was he. You let out the most pleasant moans every time he hit the spots. His fingers and tongue worked magic on you. As he leads you to the peak, your legs are throbbing and urge to close down but he holds them away effortlessly. Finally, you release it and are in ecstasy, He trusts his hard rock sex into yours without giving you time to catch up. You didn't expect anything less.

"Oh! captain." You call him out on his move, followed by the sounds that could only be reactions to his thumping.

"Sssh, cadet y/n."

He bends down and kisses to shut you up while his other hand grabs your breasts. As the thumping picked up the phase, Levi groaned at every jerk against your tight walls. The wild noises that he let out only added to your pleasure. It was proof that he too had given in completely. He didn't worry about the thin walls of the camp anymore. You both take it to his bed and reach another climax, and three more before your mortal bundle of fleshes gave up. You stared at the ceiling wondering how tonight turned out. ’Tomorrow is uncertain’ You thought. Things could change or go back to normal. Either way, you will go back to being a superior and underling. This night could never happen again. You drifted to sleep with no expectations. Levi moved a strand of hair away from your face and looked at your peaceful resting face in admiration. He wondered why he was trying to push you away at all. He smiled at the thought of how this night could be the beginning of something new.

#levi attack on titan #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #aot anime #aot fanfiction #aot fic

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ally22042000 · 3 years

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BTS Reaction: Someone breaking into your house

Hey. I hope you enjoy this one, it’s been in my drafts for a year 😊 It is my first fic/reaction. I am sorry for any spelling and grammer mistakes.

Fluff, Angst, Smut (Just a little)

Kim Seokjin

The both of you were on your way home from dinner. The past few weeks had been very stressful for the both of you. Jin had a comeback coming his way and you had multiple deadlines to reach. So, the both of you though it was time to give yourselves a break and go out for some couple quality time. It wasn’t until Jin had parked the car in front of your house, noticing the light that was shining trough the curtains, that you got that weird feeling in your stomach telling you something was wrong.

“Die we leave the lights on?” you questioned, interrupting him mid-sentence. Jin’s brows furrowed, trying to remember how the house looked when you left.

“Stay in the car” was all he said, before he opened his door and made his way to your front door. You watched has he climbed the three little steps in front of your door, before he pushed at it slightly, the wood instantly sliding back. It wasn’t locked. Shocked you follow Jin’s frame with your eyes, which was disappearing in your house. Holding your breath, you waited for what was going to happen next. Another light was flicked on, before a person came bolting outside, running down the little steps. Whoever that person was, definitely wasn’t smart. Slipping on the ice that covered the floor, he fell, hitting his head, knocking himself out. You opened the door, sliding out of you seat and running over to the man laying unconscious on the ground. Jin followed soon, standing in the door way with a frying pan in his hand, ready to swing.

“Is he dead?” was the first thing the idol asked. You threw a glare at him before descending your fingers to the pulse point of the man. Shaking your head as soon as you felt a pulse.

“I bet you’re happy now that I didn’t put salt on the steps this morning when you told me to.” If you weren’t still shocked form the events that just happened you would have thrown your shoe at him, wiping of that stupid smile of his. But you settled for another glare before calling the police.

Min Yoongi

It was 10:32 pm when Yoongi finished the last thing on his To-Do list for the day. Closing the file, he just worked on for the past two hours, he leaned back in his chair and stretched his muscles. A buzzing sound from beside him got his attention and he couldn’t help the lazy smile when he saw you picture appearing on the screen.

“Hey baby. I just finished. I’ll be home in forty, alright?” He was in the procced of shutting down his computer, when he heard you low and breathy voice.

“Yoongi, listen, there are two people in the house. I think they broke in. I can hear them in the living room. I don’t know what to do.” He could hear your voice quivering towards the end. He didn’t bother with the computer anymore, focus solely on you.

“Where are you?” he asked, while grabbing his keys and leaving the room. Door open for everybody, but that was the last of his concerns.

“In our bedroom” came the answer immediately.

“Lock the door and hid in the bathroom. Lock the door there two.” he commanded. You did as he told you. Hiding in the bathtub as soon as you made sure the last door was locked.

“Okay, I’m there. What now?” scared of the outcome of all this, tears started to gather in your eyes. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and hear it in your head.

“Now, I’m going to hang up so I can call the police, okay baby? I’m still too far away to help you and maybe they are faster.” That was the first time he cursed himself for wanting to rent an apartment so far away from the studio. Without another word he hung up the phone, calling the police immediately and explaining the situation, while he was still driving down the empty roads. Trying not to kill anyone or get killed. They told him they would be there as fast as possible.

You heard the sirens coming closer and closer, feeling slightly safer. You heard them break in through the front door, the robbers still trying to grab as much as they can, not even realising that they were doomed until it was too late. The next thing you heard is what finally made you realise that you were save.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You heard Yoongi banging on the bedroom door. Quickly getting out of the bathtub, unlocking the two doors just as fast. Yoongi’s arms engulfed you the second he laid eyes on you. And that was the moment you couldn’t hold back any longer. Surrounded by his scent, mint and coffee, you couldn’t control your emotions any longer. Tears were rolling down your face, soaking the male’s sweats shirt. And Yoongi held you through it, pulling you closer and whispered over and over that you were save and had nothing to worry. And when you finally calmed down you opened your eyes and looked down to the ground. Not able to stop the little giggle escaping your mouth.

“Babe, where are you shoes?”

Jung Hoseok

There are no words to explain the fear that shot through Hobi’s body when he saw the red and blue lights shining in front of your shared apartment. There were police officers running around questioning people and pushing others out of the way. Slowly his feet moved one after the other walking through the little crowed that had gathered. He was about to pass them when a police woman pushed him back into the crowed.

“Sir, I’m sorry but you’re not allowed any closer. Please stay put.” She let a hand on his chest to make sure he got the message.

“No, you don’t understand, I life here. That’s my home. Where is Y/N?” he explained, constantly trying to get past the small woman.

“Sir, please, follow the instructions or I’ll have to use force.” A threating comment was about to leave Hoseok lips that he will be the one using force if she didn’t tell him were the love of his life was this instant. But before he could do any of that he heard the voice that could make everything better.

“Hobi, oh my god, Hobi. It’s okay, please let him through. He’s my boyfriend” you screamed as soon as you laid eyes on your dancer. The woman in front of him reluctantly moved out of the way but kept a watchful eye on the young man. But Hoseok’s attention was only on you. The second he could, he captures you in his arms. A hand on the back of your head, pressing you to him.

“Are you alright? What happened?” he asked.

“Someone broke into our home while I was in the shower. Hobi, everything is gone. TV, Laptops, my phone and wallet. Thankfully one of the neighbours saw what happened and called the police. I wouldn’t even know how I could have informed them.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said, grabbing your hands, making him look at him. “I really don’t care that our TV is gone or any of the other stuff, okay? That’s renewable, but you aren’t. I’m so glad nothing happened to you.” And one more time you found yourself buried in his arms, a place you never want to leave.

Kim Namjoon

You and your husband where awoken by your child’s loud cries. Slowly you rose to your feet, sitting at the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to regain your balance and vision. Your phone on the nightstand told you it was 02:00 am. With a heavy sighing you got up from your place. Moving out of the room and down the hall to your four-month old’s bedroom. A freezing breeze greeted you in the hallway, forcing you to pull Namjoon’s shirt lower. Your pace picked up, having the strong feeling, that something wasn’t alright. Your baby’s screams grew louder as you walked into the room.

Namjoon’s name left your lips in the form of a scream, while you ran to the bed of your child. Lifting the crying baby up and moving away from the broken window. You heard you husbands feet banging against the wood floor, running as fast as possible. The both of you turned on every single light you owned. Or rather Namjoon turning on the lights and you walking behind him with your baby girl still in your arms. The little one followed her father with a curious look in her eyes. Not yet sure if she liked the new game.

After being sure nobody was in the house, you called the police, which arrived shortly after. They took a lot of picture form the crime scene and asked the both of you a lot of questions. Almost two hours later, the three of you lay down in you king sized bed. The broken window was covered with a blanked and tape. You would call someone to fix it in two hours, when you had to get up anyway.

You looked at your husband’s face, the worried stare he had when he entered the baby room had not left him.

“We could have lost her tonight. We, we-“,he couldn’t finish, before the tears were streaming down his face. The thought of what could have happened to you daughter making both your throats tighten.

Park Jimin

Tears were streaming down Jimin’s face as he held on to your pale hand. He couldn’t stop them and J-Hope’s hand on his shoulder did little to lessen the pain. For Jimin it was his fault.

The reason why you were laying in a hospital bed right now, machines breathing for you. That was all on him. He was the one who said you should go ahead and that he would follow with the grocery bags. You insisted that you’d help him, but he didn’t let you. Why didn’t he let you? If he would have, you wouldn’t have been the first in the house. You wouldn’t have been shot by the guy robbing your house of its belongings. And you most defiantly wouldn’t be laying in that hospital bed right now, fighting for your life.

So Jimin saw no other person that he could blame, but him. And the only person who could assure him and make him see that it was in fact not his mistake, not his wrong doing. That person was laying in a come right no. Fixed heart beating in your chest and broken boyfriend gripping your hand.

“Please, Y/N, please come back to me. I’m sorry, please. I need you.”

Kim Taehyung

Tae’s face was lit up by his significant smile, as soon as he saw your face appear on the screen. Hurrying to answer the call, not able to contain his happiness at the prospect of talking to you.

“Hey honey. How are you? I miss you so much, you can’t even imaging. Okay maybe you can because you miss me too, but- wait, are that police sirens in the back. Y/N what happened?” By now he was standing in his room, one hand was holding his phone, the other running through his hair, slipping of his hat in the process.

“Hey, babe. I need you to calm down. It’s nothing bad, alright? Just breath.” It’s interesting how your voice always managed to calm him down. Even hundreds of miles away, the melody of you words still had a huge influence on him. However, the second your next words left your mouth, all kind of calmness flew out the window and was replace by a stultifying wariness.

“I was watching TV in our bedroom, when I heard some noise form downstairs. Someone broke into the house and tried to steal our stuff.”

“Tried? Y/N, please don’t tell me you did anything stupid?”

“Okay, first things first, I never do anything thing stupid. Second things second, when I opened the door to our bedroom, to figure out where the noise was coming from, Yeanton ran past me and scared the invader. After that he left immediately. A few things are missing, but not as much as would’ve if Yeanton wouldn’t have been here.” After you finished your little story time, Tae’s heartrate had regulated itself back to a normal beat. A proud smile forming on his face.

“Oh my god, he did. I knew he would protect his mommy if it was necessary. Tell him he did well. We need to buy him lots of treats for his heroic action.”

After the initial shock was gone the both of you talked about the tour and planed what you would do when he came back. But the second Yeanton jumped into your lap, barking to get you attention, you were forgotten and had to listen to Tae talking through the phone to his dog. And Yeanton who stared at the phone confused, barking from time to time. And one more time you realised how happy you were with you little family. The boys always looking after you and vice versa.

Jeon Jungkook

Your back met the wall next to your door with a low thump. Jungkook’s body pressing you into the surface immediately. His lips were still connected to yours, tongues fighting for dominance. You could feel his arms flailing around, as he tried to find his keys. A frustrated sound left his throat, when he didn’t find the object. He released your lips, taking a step back and continuing his search. A whine left your lips at the loss of contact.

That’s when you took a lock at the door next to you, noticing, how it was slightly open. You stretched a hand out to the male in front of you, planting it against his chest, making him stop. Jungkook looked at you, confused, why you would stop him. Although it was hard for him to focus, with all the blood running southwards at the moment, he notices the unordinary scene in front of him. Without a second thought, he walked towards the door, pushing it open. You hooked your hand into one of the loops of his trousers, hiding behind him. Your apartment was covered in black, only the moon providing enough vision to make out your furniture. The both of you walked deeper into the apartment, trying to be as quiet as possible. A movement to right caught your attention, turning your head, a loud gasped escaped you. A man was standing in your kitchen, a knife in his hand. Jungkook was alarmed by your reaction, rotating the both of you, so he was standing like a shield before you.

“Please, take everything you want, but don’t hurt us.” Jungkook’s voice was strong, not letting the man know, how much his appearance and the weapon in his hand scared him. When the man took a step in your direction, the both of you took one back. Jungkook’s hand setting on your waist, pushing you farther behind him.

“Jungkook? Y/N?” You heard the voice from a sleeping Jimin, tumbling down the stairs. For a moment both of your attention were on the small feet that came into view. When you turned back around, the mystery man was gone. And you had never been so thankful for the older boy’s heart break, wich caused him to move in with you. Not wanting to know, what could have happened, if he didn’t come done stairs the moment he did.

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#bts #bts reactions #bts x reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts army #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut

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cheezyballs7 · 3 years

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Heyyy I wanted to make a request of suna x reader angst with a breakup on it luv plss ❣️

Heyooo, I’m so excited since I finally gained the motivation to write this!!! I hope this is kinda like what you wanted! Ps. I added double angst incase a break up with the hottest man on earth isn’t enough to brake ur heart- Mk well I hope u cry real good 🥲🙃

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It was late, around 12, the middle of winter and the rain was pouring down.

At least that’s what you remembered. Lying motionless in your hospital bed, eyes barely open, you slowly remember the events of the night before...or was it? You don’t necessarily know what day it was or what year.

You could hear a strong ringing in your ear, muffled voices, sobs and a heart monitor beeping every now and then.

Occasionally footsteps would come near the door, but no one ever entered.

As you felt yourself slowly slipping away, you tried to remember what happened to you, why you're in this plain room, why no one ever comes in, how you got to this room. And it all starts on that cold day in December.

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It was a typical day, just like any other, and you and Suna were walking back to your shared apartment after college.

“Hey, Babe? My boss just texted me, I’ll have to work late today. Sorry, I know you have a performance tonight, but it’s urgent,” Suna said while texting back, who you presumed to be, his boss.

“Oh, that’s alright. You’ve come to every one of my performances so far, its ok if you miss one, right?” you replied.

“Yeah, but i love hearing you play violin,” Suna said as he grabbed your hand. “Stop, i’m not that good,” you said while blushing. “I love seeing you blush” “Rintarō!!”

After your performance it was already quite late, around 10 pm. Suna wasn’t home yet, but he had mentioned he’d be working till late. And Suna usually comes home from work at 9pm, so it was nothing too strange.

You got changed, took off your makeup, had a nice long shower then sat down by the TV and watched Netflix with some pizza you just ordered. It was now 11pm, Suna wasn’t home yet and he hadn’t even seen any of your texts.

So you called him, no answer. You call again, nothing. Three more times, no answer. Now you were worried.

What’s wrong, Rintarō always answers his phone! He’s always on his phone so he should have seen my messages by now! What’s going on-

Just then the door opens. You turn around and there stands the one and only Suna Rintarō. “Rintarō! I was so worried about you! You weren’t answering any of my call’s, why?” You questioned your boyfriend. “I was...busy,” he said slowly as if he were in deep thought.

“Oh, with what?” You pressed, “uhm, just work. A lot of people at the restaurant today,” Suna said as he walked over to you and planted a kiss on your lips. You sunk it to it, but he pulled away shortly after.

“Sorry, baby. Not right now, I’m going to have a quick shower. I’ll meet you in bed,” he said with a small smile. “Alright then love, I’ll see you in bed,” you replied with a yawn before walking off to the bedroom.

When Suna came back to bed, he was wearing a shirt. Which was strange to you because Suna has never worn a shirt to bed. Never.

“Hey, love?” You asked, “Yes?” Suna replied almost hesitantly. “Why are you wearing a shirt to bed? You never do that,” You asked Suna again before continuing. “You’re not hiding something from me, right?” You finished as you sat up on the bed and looked Suna straight in the eyes.

Suna looked away, you bit your lip. “Rintarō?” You pushed. He just continued to ignore you. “Rintarō,” you repeated now more sternly. “...I’m just feeling really cold right now so I put on a shirt, just for tonight though,” Suna replied while looking at you with a straight face. “No, you’re lying. Why,” you pressed on, especially since he lied about it the first time you asked.

“It’s not important. Go to bed,” Suna said hurriedly as he turned onto his side. “Rintarō you’re not cheating on me, are you?” You asked. You didn’t want to believe it though, since Suna has always been so loyal and good to you. “No,” Suna said after a moment of silence.

“Bullshit. Take off your shirt. I want to see for myself that you’re not covered in hickeys,” You said getting out of bed completely and staring at your boyfriend of three years lie in bed shuffling around nervously. “I can’t fucking believe you,” you spoke on the verge of tears.

“W-why? Was I not good enough? When did this start? W-was this the first time? Or is this a frequency?” You spewed out question after question as you choked back tears. At this point Suna had got out of bed and tried to hug you.

“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TOUCH ME, please no. Just leave Rintarō,” you sobbed, after failing to hold back any more tears. “Please Y/n, listen to me-“ “No Suna, no. We’re over, please just go,” you said as you looked at him through teary eyes.

“And if you won’t I will,” you said before deciding to pack your stuff and leave instead of forcing Suna out. “No please before you leave listen to me, Y/n,” Suna said as he grabbed your hand. You pulled away and stormed over to your violin.

That’s all you needed to take for now, you could stop by again for the rest. Besides, you don’t know where you’ll go. You threw on your coat and shoes and ran out of the door. Suna didn’t even bother running after you. He knew he was in the wrong and by following you he’d only make things worse.

You, on the other hand, we’re running through the busy streets near the apartment. It was pouring down and it was quite foggy too.

You didn’t see where you were going and all of a sudden found yourself in the middle of the road. You couldn’t move as you stared up at the truck honking at you, you had enough time to move but you didn’t.

Your fate was already sealed.

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Suna had rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard you were there. Dashing through the hallways, all he needed was to find room 485 before it was too late. When he saw the room there were lots of doctors and nurses.

So Suna opened the door as fast as he could, and brust in only to see a doctor unclipping your heart monitor and one nurse standing over you. “W-what’s going on?” Suna asked nervously.

“Sir we’re going to have to ask you to leave-“ “What’s happened to Y/n,” Suna asked again as he rushed to your side and grabbed your hand. It was cold and motionless.

“You know this woman?” A nurse asked. “Yes very well, she’s my- well she was my girlfriend,” Suna said solemnly. The nurse looked at him sadly before delivering the final blow.

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir,”

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noctis-noctua · 3 years

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Iron Resolve and Refreshing Gales | Overworked Jean x Reader

Relationship: Jean/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Premise: Jean has been pushing herself to the max lately and refuses to acknowledge the detrimental consequences of it no matter who tells her… except for the one person who has her wholehearted devotion.

1754 words.

Here you go! Sorry if it’s a bit subpar - this is my first time writing for Jean, but no complaints here. She’s awesome and I am a total simp for her lmao.

Jean has a destructive tendency to attend to the needs of everyone but herself. It doesn’t matter if the issue is as trivial as finding a lost cat or filing papers - Jean carries out each and every request from the citizens of Mondstadt. These days have been busier than usual. Ludi Harpastum is a few days away and that means that preparations are being carried out religiously. In other words, Jean has people knocking on her door non-stop. Can you help decorate Town Square? Hilichurls are blocking the path that my goods are traded on, could you please clear them out? She hasn’t felt the doting embrace of sleep in two days, nor has she consumed more than a couple of light meals. ‘There’s no time for them,’ she often explains to the other Knights. ‘I’m satisfied with anything I can get.’

Lisa is an early riser. She enjoys taking time to brew a pot of Sumerian tea and read new material as the sun floods across Mondstadt, and to do so she must awaken ahead of schedule. It’s because of this that Lisa arrives at the office before anyone else; 5:00 am to be exact, leaving much time to prepare for the day’s labor. She strides to the library doors before coming to a sudden stop, observing the sounds of a frenzied pen in the room across from hers. Jean’s room. Lisa does not hesitate to open the door, exposing a fatigued blonde reading and marking up a stack of documents.

“Jean, have you been here all night?” Jean’s eyes are dull, leaden bags hanging from beneath them. On the right side of her desk is an almost-spent candle, the dwindling remains of its wax no more than 2 inches.

“Oh, good morning Lisa. Unfortunately, I have. That’s alright, though. The sooner I finish them the sooner I can move on to patrolling.” Her tone is desolate despite Jean’s attempts to liven it. The blaring headache ricocheting in her brain is practically begging her to rest, but Barbatos knows that’s not an option. She still has so much to do, and even after she completes this there are mor-

“[Y/N] hasn’t seen you in days. Not taking a break strains her, too.” Lisa remarks, eyes dancing over the bookshelf. She catches sight of the full series of The Fox in the Dandelion Sea. Mondstadt’s famous romance novels, and one of Jean’s favorites. It’s almost ironic, how such a neglectful Knight came to be a sappy romantic.

“...[Y/N] is strong and independent, Lisa. She has no need for me, and although I’d enjoy seeing her, I know that she is perfectly capable of looking after herself. If I have to push my relationship to the side momentarily to sate the people of Mondstadt, then it has to be done.” Jean responds as she pushes another paper to the side. By now there must be 40 finished pages. It pains Lisa to look at them, much less read them. Making peace with defeat, she suggests that Jean purchases a full meal and exits the stuffy quarters. The Dandelion Knight can do nothing but sigh for the 40th time, doing the best she can to ignore the subtle shaking of her limbs, the thrashing pain in her head, and the gradual blur of her sight.

She’s fortunate enough to finish up faster than expected and spends the spare time making a beeline for Good Hunter. Suddenly, the hunger in her stomach is 10x more noticeable, and nothing else is on her mind but eating some Fisherman Toast. That is until she bumps into a sobbing blob of red, blubbering much as a fish does.

“Klee! Did something happen? Did you blow something up?” Jean interrogates, crossing her arms. The small Knight makes a tentative nod and bursts into another fit of tears. I was really hungry… It’s fine, I can always eat later. Jean comforted herself as she held Klee’s tiny palm, preparing for the damage inflicted.

It’s 11:00 pm. Jean’s ponytail has been ruffled to a point of no return, convincing her to take it down and let the locks of hair flood down her shoulders. New civil letters sit on the mahogany table. Jean prepares another candlestick for the long night ahead, resisting the culling of sleep. It’s much harder to focus than it was last night and nothing but a handful of 10-minute naps and a mushroom skewer are stopping her from dropping dead. Finish fast and I can go home and get a 3-hour nap… Jean’s mind is so adrift and preoccupied that she ignores Kaeya’s presence entirely.

“Busy as always, Acting Grand Master. I heard it’s your 3rd day at the office. I thought I’d take the time to invite you to Angel’s Share.” The Cavalry Captain’s voice is sultry, filling the dusty silence. Jean takes one look at his flamboyant figure and turns back to the envelope in her hand, squinting at the printed symbols.

“Sorry, Sir Kaeya, but I have some stuff to do. I can’t possibly drink - it may impact my performance. Thank you, though.” Kaeya chuckles at that. Stalking over to the paned glass, he observes the joyous city below. Upon closer inspection, Jean looks like absolute shit. Her hair is mussed and her skin is a cumbersome shade, a slight green tone atop her normal paleness.

“Same old excuse. Take some time off. You need some fun, Acting Grand Master. It must be boring to be so serious all the time.” His words are not valuable enough to be met with more than a hum. “Fine, fine, be that way. But know that if you ever want to come down, everything is on me. It’s not every day that you come out. Plus… pushing yourself so much can’t be good for your health, Jean.” The drop of formalities is Kaeya’s last attempt to pull his superior away from the bureau, and then he takes his leave. Jean doesn’t fail to notice the painkillers he slipped onto the papers. That snarky Captain… as crass as he tries to be, Jean knows that his actions come from a genuine concern for her health. Thanking him in silence, she tosses the two pills into the back of her throat.

The evening descended into twilight, then to the darkest hours of the morning, and Jean has not moved from her chair. The herbal pills had dissipated an hour ago, and the pounding of her headache is almost enough to send Jean reeling. She doesn’t stop, obviously; she’s felt much harsher pains. 4:00 am tranquility serves to be helpful for such aches, but now that her entire body is in pain, it’s much harder to soothe. Her head jolts in intervals as she fights the intense drowsiness. Iron as her resolve may be, Jean is human. Her back hunches as her arms catch a drifting head that now lolls on her reports. The flutter of her eyelashes is peaceful in its own right. Slow exhales leave Jean’s body as she sleeps, her body relishing in such a rare moment.

Jean opens her eyes to the scene of a stubby candle that has burnt out. She opens her intricate timepiece in a hurry. 5:00 am. How could she have slept for an entire hour? Dread floods her system as she thinks of how much she has delayed her already bustling schedule. In the midst of her panic, the door opens. It must be Lisa. No one else is mindlessly occupying the building at this ti-

“Hi, Jean. I brought some tea and cookies for you. I’m sure you must be exhausted… it’s been three days since I’ve seen you, after all.” Jean’s stare softens at the sight of her beloved holding a steaming teacup and a tray of shortbread. She caresses the hand that passes the teacup. The comfort of skin is something she longs for, and something she has deprived herself of these past few days.

“[Y/N]... I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy lately, and…” Her lips become still as you tread your fingers through her hair and press a chaste kiss to her forehead. “...and I’ve missed you.” She revels in the smile that tugs from you. That beautiful smile… Archons, how much she’s missed it.

“Jean, come home. If not for your livelihood, for mine. The bed has been cold.” The desperation in your voice breaks Jean’s heart in two. If Jean is a Dandelion Knight, you are the passionate gales of Barbatos plucking her apart, seed by seed. There is no plausible way for her to stay composed around you. Jean leans into the hand against her cheek, a cat yearning for human contact.

“I suppose I can… do these in the morning.” That earns a swift glare from you. Jean huffs, taking a singular bite of the shortbread. She’s had to explain her Knightly duties to you in many instances, but it always went through one ear and out the other without fail.

“No, absolutely not Jean. Give it to your subordinates. Tomorrow, you are staying with me, no questions asked. I’m sure they’ll allow it - your face looks 5 seconds away from death. Now come.” Jean grimaces at the list of tasks she’s stuck on the table’s edge, biting her lip in a debate against herself. Surrendering herself to the feeble begging of her lover, she mutters a small agreement. The tug on her arm convinces Jean to stand, leaning into your shoulder. She finds solace in the warmth you radiate as both of you exit the Knight’s Quarters arm-in-arm, attached at the hip like lovesick puppies.

The sun has begun to ascend again, accompanied by a saccharine breeze. It smells of sweet flowers and calla lilies. It smells of the fresh fields of Windrise, tangling Jean’s hair.

“Look, even Barbatos is happy that you’re taking a break!” You tease, and Jean cannot help but giggle. She will always laugh at your jokes, and she will always give in to your demands for touch because Jean is a hopeless, pining fool. On the elevated platforms on the Cathedral stairs, Lisa’s plump lips curve as she sees the Dandelion Knight and her precious adventurer roaming the empty streets of Mondstadt. It’s days like this that Lisa is grateful for waking early, so she can experience the morning wind, the rising sun, a delectable dish of tea, and a picturesque scene of a dandelion being burst by the adamant winds.

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