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koqabear · 2 years

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Hey Emo Boy!

☆ Song suggestion: Emo Boy, Ayesha Erotica ☆

Summary:

He worked at the Spencer’s store in the mall— you worked at the Claire’s store right in front. What can you say? Match made in heaven.

bassist!Beomgyu x fem! reader

Genre: opposites attract trope, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.4K

Warnings: mc dresses like a BIMBO and we love it! mc gets stereotyped a bit, lots of piercings, needles, (bg gets pierced lol) mc has a smiley and nipple piercings, bg has snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing, Chaeryeong is a real one

Smut warnings: dom!bg, sub!mc, slight possessiveness, teasing, making out, thigh riding, dirty talk, dumbification, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, bg loves mc’s boobs, oral, (f receiving) fingering, hair pulling, bulge kink, scratching, unprotected sex, breeding kink(?), creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: im sorry, but Beomgyu’s long hair era has me in such a chokehold that I think I passed out and wrote this. I’d like to think that in the concert their opener was “Destroya” by mcr (assuming that its their song in this universe) And why yes, I do have a list of other songs they would perform, you can totally go ask me this on my blog!

Your friends always said you had an obscure taste in men— you always laughed in their face in response.

But as you stand behind the Claire’s register, ready to clock back onto a never-ending ten-hour shift of piercing little girl’s ears unprofessionally, you can’t help but be reminded of the thought.

There he is again, your brain tells you, an involuntary reaction as you pause your actions to glance out into the empty mall; just in time to watch the cute boy with snake bite piercings that works at the store across from you rush inside.

Honestly, whose idea was it to put a Spencer’s in front of a Claire’s store? It was a mistake waiting to happen— but you indulged in it nonetheless, the convenient placement allowing you to catch a glimpse of one of the workers that captivated you. You’re not sure of his name, and you’re not sure you can bring yourself to talk to him— you’ve never gone into a Spencer's, and plan to keep it that way. Honestly, his whole style couldn’t be more opposite than yours, but there was something about him that made you curious, eager for more.

“Are you staring at that emo boy again?” You jump at the sound of your coworkers voice, startled to find her standing behind you, a knowing look on her face as she shakes her head. “Girl, just go fuck him already.”

“Shut up!” You balk, glancing around the store in a panic to see if there were any customers around— it was empty, considering it was a Thursday evening, “and no, I wasn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Chaeryeong says, checking her acrylics absentmindedly, leaning against the counter with a sigh, “you’ve been staring at him all week. You should totally go talk to him.”

“You think? I don’t know if he’d be into someone like me though,” you look down at your outfit, the complete opposite of what the man in the store across from you sported— while his outfit consisted of dark, edgy outfits, yours were nothing but feminine and cute.

“Why not? You’re hot,” Chaeryeong’s words bring an uncontrollable swell of confidence to you, and you allow yourself to bask in the compliments that she continues to goad onto you.

“He’s lucky you tone down your fits to suit this place, cause if you didn’t,” she whistles, exaggerating her reaction as you slap her shoulder jokingly, “man, we’d be swamped with customers.”

“You really think I should try to talk to him?” You ask, biting your lip nervously at the thought; what if he was an asshole? What if he thought you were some superficial bimbo? Was he one of those creeps that thought they were better than women? What if he was gay?

“Stop overthinking things, I can see the questions from here,” Chaeryeong bats at the air mockingly, laughing at the petulant look you give her. Her teasing is interrupted by the motion sensor bell going off, and the two of you are quick to put on your customer-service personas as you turn to face the new customers with a happy smile.

“Next chance you get, go up and talk to him. Don’t overthink and it’ll go great, I promise,” Chaeryeong whispers to you, leaving you on your own as the mother calls her over to ask a question about the piercings.

Glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you, you can’t help but let out a sigh of desperation— you really hope she’s right.

⤬⤬⤬

You decide to make your move on a Friday night.

It was one of your few days off, and according to Chaeryeong, the cute boy was working tonight.

You had been quick to throw together a cute outfit as you made your way to the mall— to pay a visit to your friend and your crush.

The store was just as you had expected— low lights, fandom merch, and a fuck ton of adult products. You were caught off guard by the sight of it all, the stark contrast of the store and your outfit leaving you to stick out uncomfortably— not that anyone seemed to care, thankfully. You were quick to find yourself browsing through the jewelry, uninterested in everything else as you found a couple of cute earrings and necklaces to buy.

To your disappointment, you had yet to see the cute boy that you had been crushing on; your heart shattered at the thought of you missing your opportunity to talk to him. Yet, just as you were being checked out by another worker, your luck seemed to turn around.

“Hey, you doing anything tomorrow night?” Your head snapped up in the middle of you taking out your card, surprised to find the cashier asking you this question so suddenly. Behind him, you can see the cute emo boy emerge from the employee room.

“Uhm, why do you ask?” You try to prolong the conversation as you watch the cute boy make his way up to the counter, your heart beating faster at the thought of you finally getting to talk to him.

“There’s this band playing at a nearby venue,” the cashier, Yeonjun, his name tag reads, hands you a flyer, your eyes scanning the words as you take in the information printed onto it, “you should definitely go. I’m in it, actually.”

“Yeonjun, you shouldn’t be promoting that while working.” The new voice has you looking up from your flyer quicker than you can process— and to your delight, the cute emo boy stands behind your cashier with a frown on his face.

Yeonjun narrows his eyes, turning around to look at his coworker. Shaking his head, he clasps the boy on the shoulder as he shakes him around, the boy unfazed as he allows him to do so.

“Shut up, I think she’d love to go,” sending you a smile, he winks, and you can only manage to smile shakily in return, “he’s a part of it too; the bassist.”

You hope your sudden interest isn’t obvious, but you can’t help the way you perk up at Yeonjun’s words, staring back down at the flyer in your hands with a newfound eagerness— hey, if the music was bad, the worst that could happen is you getting the ick and moving on.

“I’ll try my best to go,” you say, trying to play it cool as you smile at them; you briefly glance at the cute boy’s name tag— Beomgyu, it reads— and stuff the flyer in your purse, enjoying the way they (mostly Yeonjun— okay, only Yeonjun) seem to beam at your words.

“Cool, we’ll try to spot you in the crowd,” Yeonjun jokes, handing you your bag filled with jewelry as he not-so-subtly scans your outfit, “from the looks of it, it won’t be too hard.”

Man, was it just you or was it hot in this store? You don’t think you could handle all this attention at once, the sight of Beomgyu giving you a once over making you weak in the knees as you feebly thanked them, promptly scurrying out of the store as you tried to ignore the way you didn’t talk to him— baby steps, you reassure yourself.

You’re practically stumbling into Claire’s as if it were a safe space; and if Chaeryeong was there, then it was. You briefly scan the store before you spot her red hair, running up to her excitedly as you shove the crumpled banner in her face.

“Seriously?” Is all she can muster to say, staring at the flyer blankly before she looks back at you, quirking a brow as if to challenge your decisions, “I told you to go fuck him, not support his fleeting dreams.”

“I know…” you pout, deflating at her disapproving look, “but I don’t think it would be that easy! He seems like a cold guy, like you have to get to know him before he lowers his guard…”

“Are you listening to yourself?” She says, checking herself in the mirror as she begins to restock the phone cases, “I worry about you sometimes.”

“Come on, hear me out!” You whine, ignoring the dirty looks the moms in the store give you, clearly displeased with your revealing outfit, (cons to living in such a conservative town, you suppose) “you can’t deny that he’s cute.”

“Yeah, but the most I’d do is hookup like, once,” she says, glancing around the store to make sure no customers were around to hear her, “you’re trying to play the long game.”

“Am not!” You say, ignoring the way your body flushes hotly at the accusation— okay, you’re pretty down bad for him; so what?

“But uhm, Chae…” you don’t bother to finish your sentence, trailing off softly as you find yourself too nervous to ask. But with one glance back at you, she knows exactly what you’re trying to say— she sighs.

“You want me to go with you, don't you?”

Sending her your most convincing smile, you bat your lashes in hopes to convince her, clinging onto her as you let out a small “pleeeease?” She pauses, narrowing her eyes at your behavior before she scoffs, finally giving in as she goes back to restocking items.

“You’re insufferable.”

⤬⤬⤬

To say that you’re surprised by the attendance would be an understatement.

The place is packed— it was hard enough to get tickets to the venue, and your efforts to buy tickets early were not in vain, despite Chaeryeong's teasing. You’re pulling her along eagerly, fingers laced tightly with hers as you squeeze your way towards the front of the stage; you’re able to sneak through a good amount of people, but aren’t able to get that close to the stage, to your disappointment. There’s no place to sit, much to Chaeryeong’s annoyance, but you’d like to blame her onslaught of complaints on the heels that she chose to wear instead.

“What kind of band even are they,” Chaeryeong mutters, scanning the crowd as she takes in the way the two of you accidentally stand out— the mass of black clashing with your sparkling outfits, “did you even listen to their music beforehand?”

“To like, one song, yeah,” you say, unashamed as you ignore the look a person casts at you, clearly listening in to your conversations, “I dunno, I think they’re just a rock band. I think you’ll like them.”

“Probably not, this isn’t really my taste,” she says, throwing a dirty look to the person that pushes roughly past her to try to get closer to the stage, “you’re just lucky I love you.”

But before you can ridicule Chaeryeong for her statement, you finally see the lights dimming down, left in the dark as the announcer finally calls the band onto the stage— Tomorrow by Together.

The crowd goes wild by the announcement, jumping excitedly and jostling you and your friend around as they all try to record the members and get a good angle. You had no idea they were this popular— hell, if you were them, you’d quit everything to pursue music by now. The crowd is chanting their names eagerly, and you’re left in awe as they all take their positions behind each instrument.

There are two guitarists— you’re able to recognize Yeonjun as one of them. You looked up the rest of the members on your way here, and by process of elimination, the other man who was currently picking up his guitar would be Hueningkai.

The cute guy with dimples sends a heart to the crowd before going to where his keyboard is placed; that’s Soobin, if you remember right. Leaving you with Taehyun, who doesn’t bother to wave to the crowd as he picks up his drumsticks eagerly, shifting comfortably on the seat as he waits patiently for the show to start.

And lastly, Beomgyu enters the stage and beelines to the bass— you’re surprised to find that he’s dyed his hair, the highlights getting hit by the stage lights brilliantly as he adjusts his earpiece, waiting patiently for the leader— Soobin, you think it is— to start the performance.

You can barely hear what they’re saying over the excited cheers around you, and you can feel Chaeryeong gripping onto your arm in fear that you’ll be lost in the crowd. Glancing behind her, you send her an excited smile, unable to contain your laugh as you take in her nervous expression.

“You’re insane!”

“What?” You yell back, leaning in as the crowd begins to cheer louder— probably in response to something they said. You glance back at the stage in curiosity, but turn back to check on your friend as she leans back into your ear, repeating the words as she rolls her eyes at your amused reaction.

“Do you want to leave then?”

“And leave you here alone? No way—!” Her words are cut off by the clicks of drumsticks, and the crowd is quick to push each other around as the music begins to fill the venue, successfully taking your attention off your friend as your head snaps back to the stage.

You can still feel the grip of Chaeryeong’s acrylics as you keep your fingers laced tightly with hers, but you quickly find yourself moving with the crowd as you watch the five on stage perform— and to your surprise, you find yourself enjoying the music a lot more than you anticipated.

It’s just as you expected— rock, emo, or punk-rock if you remember right. But you can’t take your eyes off the way they all seem to be so immersed in the music, moving around just as much as the crowd before them. You’re surprised to find that each one of the members has a mic, and as you watch Beomgyu, you find yourself eager to hear his voice.

He’s mesmerizing, a thin sheen of sweat coating him as his bangs stick to his forehead, a hand coming up to quickly adjust his earpiece before he’s back on the bass, fingers moving so swiftly you think you might just be hypnotized. You can feel your heart beating faster as you watch him step closer to his mic, eyes scanning the crowd absentmindedly as he waits for his part; they stop for a moment, and you swear that he spots you in the crowd.

His brows furrow as he begins to sing, and you swear that you might just feel weak in the knees. His voice is deep and raspy as he sings his part, and you can see Chaeryeong laughing at your reaction in the corner of your eye— man, this venue suddenly seemed a lot more stuffy than it was three seconds ago.

And despite Chaeryeong’s conditions that you wouldn’t stay for the whole show, you do just that— your feet ache, and your makeup has been sweated off, but you don’t regret a single thing as you stumble out of the venue, your hearing muffled and your throat sore from cheering.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you smile, glancing at your friend as you take in her distraught state— her hair was frizzy, and her makeup was also sweated off, but unlike you, she didn’t seem too pleased about it.

“For you maybe,” she grumbles, clutching onto you as she grumbles about how sore her feet are under her breath, “At least you had your eye candy to look at.”

“Yeah, well thanks for coming with me Chae,” you say, hugging her tightly despite her protests, “I’ll get that girl from Auntie Anne's number for you as repayment.”

“No, let me do that myself,” she says, pushing herself off you as she tries to hide her fond smile, “but what I really want right now is a drink. And to rest.”

“Back to my place?” You say, already knowing her answer as you finally find your car, flopping on the seats with rough sighs as you finally allow your feet to rest.

“Yes please.”

Chaeryeong allows you to ramble about your thoughts on the band all the way home.

⤬⤬⤬

The next time you see Beomgyu is on your break.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon and the mall is practically empty— considering that school has already started and all the kids are locked up in school. You’re sitting at the corner table of Auntie Anne’s, chewing mindlessly on your pretzel nuggets as you text Chaeryeong and tease her for chickening out on talking to her crush— in the end, she was no better than you. She isn’t working today, which is probably why time is passing so slowly— even your break seems to stretch by slowly.

It isn’t until you hear the sound of a chair scraping along the tiles that you look up from your phone.

Oh god, you’re already getting nervous— because Beomgyu’s a table away from you, staring down at his phone as well with his headphones on. You’re trying hard not to stare, so you resort to panicking and text Chaeryeong about your situation, to which she can only threaten you to talk to him.

Chae <3

Swear to god if you don’t talk to him ill do it for u

And it wont be pretty

What if he doesn’t wanna talk? You text her, anxiously biting at your lip as you watch the message bubble up, her typing as slow as ever as you glance back up at Beomgyu, then back at the clock, calculating just how long you have before you need to leave.

Chae <3

Talk to him about his band duh

Everyone loves talking about themselves

Now shoo

You brightened up at that— of course! Who wouldn’t want to hear about themselves? And with this conversation started, you picked up your cup of pretzels, taking a deep breath before you found the courage to walk up to him.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You mentally facepalm at how stupid you sound, but you’ll let it slide as Beomgyu looks up at you, taking a second to pause his music before he gives you a blank look, eyebrows raising slightly as he finally seems tor recognizes you.

“Sure, I guess,” is all he says, and you can’t help but feel embarrassed at his response; or rather, his lack of interest. He gives you a curious look, and you know that he’s waiting for you to explain why the hell you decided to interrupt him during his break— you’re nervous, fidgeting in your seat as you smile sweetly at him. (God, he was intimidating up close.)

“I went to your uh, concert last weekend,” you hold back a smile as you watch the way he perks up at that, a lot more interested in what you have to say as he leans forward.

“Really? Didn’t think you’d be into that type of stuff,” he says, scanning your outfit teasingly, looking at your hot pink hello kitty zip up, to the cute jeans that had hearts on the back pockets; but mostly, your face said it all— that you weren’t one to listen to that kind of music at all.

“Well you’d be surprised,” you say, pouting slightly at his words. You’re fidgeting with your necklace, and you pretend to remain oblivious to the way Beomgyu watches your every movement, eyes stuck to the way the cute pendant falls perfectly on your chest when you let it go, “you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, or whatever they say.”

Beomgyu lets out a laugh at that, and you can’t hide the way that it catches you off guard. It seems genuine, and his eyes are crinkling cutely as he smiles, shaking his head in amusement at your words. It’s almost contagious, and you can’t help the way you crack a small smile as well.

“You got me there,” he says, glancing back at the clock, prompting you to do so as well— you shudder, seeing that you have five minutes left. “Well what’d you think?”

Narrowing your eyes, you take a second before you respond; you can tell he’s waiting for you to gush over him.

“It was okay, I guess,” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you pop one of your pretzels in your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick away the sugar left on your lips, and your stomach swirls in excitement as Beomgyu follows your movements, “Yeonjun’s voice was really nice.”

“Really?” Beomgyu taunts you, a knowing smirk growing on his face as he realizes what you’re doing.

“Anything else?”

“Hmmm… oh! The other guitarist was super cute,” you shamelessly say, popping another pretzel in your mouth as you hum in appreciation of its taste, “come to think of it, so was the drummer— oh, so was the guy on the keys.”

“Interesting,” He says mockingly, leaning in as he tilts his head questioningly, tongue prodding at his lip rings as he asks, “what’d you think of the bassist?”

“Hmm? The bassist?” You question, huffing in disappointment as you realized you’ve finished all your pretzels. Rubbing your fingertips to rid the sugary dust, you can’t help yourself as you pop a finger into your mouth, licking off the residue as you finally stand, surprised to find that you need to clock back on. Beomgyu watches you, unable to take his eyes off the way your tongue swirls across your thumb, your necklace hanging teasingly as you reach to zip your jacket back up. Eyes snapping back to yours, you send him a small smile, expression earnest as you say,

“Oh, I wouldn't know— I’m not into that type of stuff.”

⤬⤬⤬

You’re eager to tell Chaeryeong about your interaction the first chance you get.

“Ouuu you’re such a tease! You’ve definitely got him interested now,” she squeals, taking your hands in hers as she jumps in excitement. You’re about to go on your break, heart beating with excitement at the thought of getting to see Beomgyu again— your shifts are usually aligned, so who’s to say your breaks couldn’t be as well?

“You think I might see him today?” You voice your thoughts out loud, glancing back at the Spencer’s across from you— it’s dim, and you can barely make out anything in there, but you swore you saw the familiar head of long shaggy hair pass by the entrance.

“You just might,” your friend says, grinning at you as she encourages you to take your break— you linger at the entrance in hopes that you might spot Beomgyu taking his break as well. Making your way back to Auntie Anne’s (it was the only place where you could get your food quick enough) you tried to keep your hopes down, not wanting to look like a lost puppy patiently waiting for its owner.

By the time you had ten minutes left to your break, you had lost hope, your eyes glued to your phone and music blasting in your ears as you texted your friends. Laughing at one of their responses to your crush, you rolled your eyes, reaching to grab another pretzel nugget— only to grab at the air stupidly.

You frown as you look up from your phone, only to be met with the sight of Beomgyu sitting comfortably across from you, your cup of pretzels in his hands— how long had he been sitting there?

“How long have you been there?” You’re quick to echo your own mind, reaching out to take back your pretzels from the boy. He shrugs, glancing at the clock, only to leave you without a proper answer.

“Not that long,” is all he gives you, enjoying the way you genuinely want to know. You’re silent, and you watch as he becomes slightly nervous, eyes avoiding yours as he reaches for his pocket— he wants to tell you something.

“I actually wanted to uhm— give you these,” slowly, he slides something across the table, and it takes you a second to realize what it is, “They’re tickets to our next show. You really seemed to enjoy the other one, so I wanted to invite you to this one— with better seats, too.”

Your mouth is hanging at the two VIP tickets, unable to say anything before his words click in your mind.

“Wait— you saw me? At the last show?” You watch as he flushes at your words, but honestly, you’re the one that should be embarrassed— you were kinda hoping he hadn’t noticed your excited self back at his concert.

“Well, it was hard to not notice you,” his excuse is pointless as he looks back up at you, at the cute flustered expression you sport—it somehow manages to bring about a small wave of confidence as he adds, “it was cute to see you enjoy yourself.”

“Oh,” you know you sound lame, but you can’t help it— not with the way his narrowed eyes stare teasingly at you, head cocked to the side as he waits for you to say something— but you don’t, staring down at your pretzels shyly as you listen to him chuckle; oh, where did your confidence from last time go?

“Wait, I have to ask,” you say, the question you thought of a few days ago popping back into your mind, “how come you work here if your band is so popular? You seem to be doing well.”

“Ah, that,” Beomgyu seems to become shy at your question, rubbing at his nape nervously as his eyes flit down onto the table, “well, we aren’t signed under a label yet… so it’s not really a stable income; this job is more of a side hustle just in case.”

“Ah, I see,” you say, wondering just how much he makes from playing in venues— considering that he has to be working here, (which you aren’t complaining about, honestly) it must not be enough.

“Well, I can’t wait for this next show,” you beam at him, taking the two tickets as you glance at the time, sad to see that your thirty minutes are up. “Come pay me a visit sometime, I work right across from you, you know.”

You’re sure it’s unlikely, but as you walk back to your workplace, the stand of cute Squishmallows greeting you as you go to clock back in, you’re unable to contain your bright grin of excitement as you flash Chaeryeong the two VIP tickets. (much to her dismay.)

⤬⤬⤬

Beomgyu is making his way to your store.

“The emo boy is coming over,” Chaeryeong tells you, not giving you much of a warning before she dips to the back— to give you a moment, she tells you shamelessly— leaving you alone and vulnerable to the sight of the cute boy appearing out of nowhere.

It had been almost a week since you had asked him to visit you— ever since then, the two of you would try to time your breaks together, spending the time talking about music and growing closer; you even got to exchange numbers.

But you hadn’t been expecting him to take your last comment seriously, especially not before the day you would be seeing him perform. But here he is, walking up to your store with other shopping bags in his hands, dressed in his usual dark attire. His eyes met yours, and you swore you saw a small amused twitch in his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d actually step a foot in here,” you say, holding back a smile at the way he clashes against the cute store— is this what you looked like in his environment? The thought was enough to give away your amusement, despite the cold front you tried to display.

“Never judge a book by its cover,” he says, echoing your words as he watches you grin shamelessly, his eyes latching onto a piece of jewelry that caught his eye. “Nice smiley, did you get it done here?”

Scoffing, you can’t stop the laugh that escapes at his ridiculous words.

“As if, I wouldn’t trust this place to do a regular ear-piercing,” you say, looking back at your piercing station in dismay.

Beomgyu says nothing, even when you throw him a questioned look.

“How much for the piercings?”

“What— You can’t be serious,” you say, gawking at him in disbelief as you look at his ears, “you have multiple piercings! You should know better than to get it done here!”

Beomgyu shrugs, looking at himself in the mirror as he looks at the said piercings— brushing his hair back, he reaches up to rub at the only empty spot on his lobes.

“Yeah, but I don’t have my upper lobes done yet.”

“Beomgyu,” you whine, unaware of the way his name rolls off your tongue so nicely. He shivers, eyes darkening as he looks back up at you, much more determined to do it now that you’re acting like this. “I don’t want your ears to get fucked up on my behalf—your fans would hate me…”

“Well, the customer is always right,” he grins, knowing just how much the two of you hated that phrase, “and the customer wants this pretty worker to do his upper lobes— with these hello kitty earrings as well.”

Oh, he’s good, you hate how easily you’re going to give in to him; you don’t think you can put up much of a fight anymore, at least not with the way he’s looking at you and complimenting you.

“Go sit in the chair,” you sigh, seemingly defeated as you follow him to the piercing station. In the corner of your eye, you watch Chaeryeong slowly peek through the door, only to see the scene before her and quickly hide back inside.

“Just know that I’m not the one that usually does piercings,” you add, snickering at the way Beomgyu frowns at your confession. “Yeah, I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen to me.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be happy to give you more experience,” he says, and you’re thankful that you’re able to hide behind him because holy fuck, you’re probably a mess right now. Hesitantly, you reach out to his hair— it’s in the way, you think to yourself, unsure if he’ll be bothered if you touch it.

“You can move my hair if you need to,” he says, as though he were able to read your every thought. You jump at his sudden comment, clearing your throat as you nod, before realizing that you’re standing behind him, and that he probably can’t see you right now. So you simply mutter an “okay”, hoping that he can’t see how shaky your hands are as you reach out to move his hair.

Softly, you reach out to his shoulder, brushing back his hair as you inspect his pierced ears— you ignore the way your fingertips accidentally brush against his skin, and you especially try to ignore the way he shudders at your actions. You take your time to mark where you’ll put each piercing, and after double-checking with Beomgyu, you finally get ready to pierce his ears.

Reluctantly, you put on gloves, slowly going through all the sanitation steps as you walk Beomgyu through it and tell him how to care for his piercing— you’re sure he doesn’t need to hear this, honestly— yet it’s still your job to say it.

“Take a deep breath in,” it’s accidental, but you’re using your customer service on him, and you’re sure he notices; that is, if the small quirk of his lips is any giveaway. Slowly, you adjust the piercing gun, taking a deep breath in yourself in hopes that you won’t fuck up; it’s irrational, but you can’t help but be afraid. But you pull through, and as your fingers squeeze together, you watch the needle go through his ear.

“There’s one,” you say reassuringly, pulling away to check your work. All he manages is a small wince, which is a nice contrast to the usual wailing and annoyed moms that you get on the daily. Turning to the other side, you find yourself no longer nervous, pulling back his hair without a second thought as you start sanitizing the new side as well. You barely hesitate before you’re passing the needle through his ear, smiling at the way he only flinches at the feeling.

“Good job!” You say automatically, unable to stop yourself as the customer service mode had taken over you completely. But it doesn’t seem to phase Beomgyu, because he doesn’t comment on it even as you take him to the register to pay.

“I look pretty, don’t I?” He asks, tilting his head in the mirror to look at his new hello kitty piercings. It’s a stark difference to the rest of his jewelry, but you can’t help but agree wholeheartedly with him.

“They’re super cute, I’m kinda jealous,” you say, much to Beomgyu’s surprise.

“Well, maybe your friend could pierce them,” he says, glancing behind you, and at the employee area, “if she finally decides to come out.”

Beomgyu is very annoying— it’s a realization that dawns on you as he sports a smug look, clearly pleased with the way he manages to fluster you with just a few words. But even as he bids you goodbye, reminding you to come to his show tomorrow, you can’t deny the way your heart saddens to watch him go so soon.

Oh, you’re down bad.

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The new venue is much nicer than the last one— it catches you off guard by how nice it is. (It really makes you wonder how much money they each contribute to afford such places)

Chaeryeong is trailing behind you reluctantly, her cute heels from last time swapped out for much more comfortable sneakers. Though she complained to you about going to such a rough event again, you could tell that she was much more pleased when the sight of assigned seats greeted her— not that it wasn’t stated on the ticket, you had muttered to her sarcastically.

You could tell that you were getting strange looks from others— after all, you decided not to conform to their style. It wasn’t really you, so why do it? So instead of trying something new, you decided to stick to your cute pink outfits, dressed in a denim skirt that honestly, wasn’t covering much, the same hello kitty jacket you wore when you first talked to Beomgyu being sported once more as you layer it over a thin tank top, your cute Demonia camel-311’s adding an extra bit of height as you make it all the way down to the VIP section— front and center.

You’re practically buzzing in your seat from excitement as you wait for the concert to begin, eagerly chatting with Chaeryeong who could only do so much to calm you down. After what seems like an eternity of waiting, the audience lights finally dim, and you’re left in anticipation for the band to come out.

It still feels like you’re listening to them for the first time again as you watch them perform, your new closeness to the stage allowing them all to spot you easily— they all end up sending Beomgyu knowing looks at some point, unbeknownst to you.

And as you finally make eye contact with Beomgyu, you grin at him excitedly, waving at him as he nods in recognition, a smile breaking across his face as he sees you. And though you finally look away from him, much more distracted by Soobin as he begins to sing, he can’t help but watch you, mesmerized as you seem to be enjoying yourself wholly. (Though he couldn’t say the same for your friend, who mostly seemed to be there for emotional support as she helped steady you.)

You just seemed so happy. And it made Beomgyu’s heart jump excitedly at the thought of it being because of his band. You were even singing along, and Beomgyu couldn’t help but watch you fondly, shamelessly staring at you even when it was his turn to sing and your gaze turned back to him. He met your eyes eagerly, and you almost felt as though the rest of the crowd disappeared as he sang, raspy voice soothing to your ears as you tried to push away the incessant fluttering of your heart.

You stared at him even when it was no longer his part, watching in awe as he played the bass like it was second nature. Meeting his eyes once more, you couldn’t help the way your eyes flit to his ears, the flash of the jewelry bringing your attention to the cute hello kitty studs he wore; you pointed at your ears eagerly, and he seems to realize what you’re referring to as he sweeps his hair back, allowing you to take in the piercings properly; they’re healing surprisingly well.

The concert seems to pass by much quicker than you’d like— and you’re left with nothing but the muffled feeling in your ears and the dwindling adrenaline as you reluctantly make your way back to the entrance. You almost make it out, but you’re stopped last minute as a security guard approaches the two of you, asking you for to confirm your identities to him.

“Beomgyu would like to see you,” he says, pointing at you as he reads your ID. You’re surprised, blinking owlishly as you take in his words, unsure if he’s messing with you as you say,

“… Me?”

“Yes, if you could please follow me,” the security guard waits for you to come after him, but he seems to notice the way you hesitate and turn back to your friend with uncertainty. “She can wait in the VIP lobby if she’d like, but I was told to bring you specifically backstage.”

It seems like something clicks for Chaeryeong as she lets out a small “ahhh,” in understanding, pushing you towards the security guard as you turn to her with wide eyes, surprised at her actions.

“Go ahead! The VIP lounge has drinks,” she encourages you, rolling her eyes with every protest and “are you sure?” that leaves your mouth. “Yes I’m sure! Now go!”

Reluctantly, you leave your friend behind in the VIP lounge, watching her get comfortable at the bar as she asks the bartender for a drink. The backstage area is a lot quieter than you’d thought it would be— it’s practically silent the moment you enter the area, the boys all probably tired and ready to go home after such a performance. But you’re in awe nonetheless, looking from door to door as the security guard finally guides you to the last one— Beomgyu’s dressing room, it seems.

Knocking on it tentatively, you anxiously wait for Beomgyu to open up as the guard stands behind you; you really hope he wasn't messing with you.

“Hmm? Who is it?” You can hear the grogginess in Beomgyu’s voice as the door barely opens, his head slowly peeking out before it's met with the sight of your sheepish smile.

“Ah, you can come in,” he gestures to you, suddenly much more awake as he glances back to the security guard, “you’re good to go, thank you.”

You’re restless as the door is shut behind him, and you’re left alone in the small dressing room as you patiently wait for Beomgyu to tell you why he brought you here.

“___,” you look at him, surprised to find your name slipping from his lips so easily. He’s smiling, suddenly much more energized as he tells you, “we just signed with a record label. We’re set.”

You’re elated, his joy contagious as you take a second to process his words— he laughs, and you can’t help but share his laugh as you run to him, enveloping him into a tight hug that he gladly accepts, the smoky scent of his cologne lingering despite his change of clothes. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but it just feels right as you mutter a “congratulations” into the fabric of his shirt, nuzzling into his neck with a smile stuck on your face.

Pulling away from him, you’re reluctant to leave this small space that the two of you created; you can tell he feels the same, hands lingering at your forearms as he keeps you close, eyes fond as he watches the way your eyes sparkle under the lights of the room.

“Does this mean you’re quitting your job at the mall?” You joke, cracking a smile that Beomgyu sees past— you don’t think you’re ready to watch him leave just yet.

“Yes,” he says, honest words leaving him as he tugs you in closer, unable to look away from your glossy lips as he finds himself leaning in closer, his voice much quieter as he says, “but I’ll still visit now and then.”

It’s not the perfectly romantic and corny line you were expecting, but it’s enough to prompt you to crash your lips with his, the weeks of tension and feelings that had built up between the two of you finally crashing down as you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of him. He’s quick to kiss you back, the feeling rough and new as his snake bite piercings press against your flesh, a small sigh escaping you as you feel him nip at your lips.

His arms have encased your waist and pulled you in tight, your body pressed flush against his and your hands splayed across his chest as he practically forces you to lean against him, his fingertips itching to explore your body further.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stand seeing you out there in your cute little skirt,” he groans, slotting a thigh between yours as he runs his fingers along the hem of your skirt, “made me scared someone else would try to make a move on you.”

“No, wore this just for you,” you confess, breathless and whiny as you grind on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to hide just how aroused you were. He laughs at that, the sound airy and mocking as he guides your hips on his thigh, pushing you down on it more as he takes in the sounds that tumble messily from your lips.

Placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you yelp at the way he angles your hips, clenching his thigh and bouncing it under you as your sensitive clit rubs and bumps against him messily. You’re practically delirious as you reach a hand down to move your panties aside, the stimulation not enough for you as you finally allow your bare cunt to come in contact with him.

“I can’t believe this,” he groans, watching the way a wet spot slowly begins to form over the place you continue to grind against, “my stupid girl, all fucked up over my thigh? Poor baby won’t be able to take my cock, then.”

“No, I can take it,” you protest, your mind reeling from the pleasure that Beomgyu gives you— you can feel your stomach tightening with every clench of his thigh, the muscle pressing against you nicely, “Please, I can take it, please…”

“You really think you can?” He asks, leaning to trail kisses down the column of your neck, “why don’t you come on my thigh, then we’ll see if you really can.”

You’re nodding desperately for his approval, shirt clenched tightly in your fists as you work yourself up to your high, the feeling of his muscles pressing against you bringing you closer much quicker. With a particularly harsh bounce of his thigh, your mouth falls open, Beomgyu’s grip on your hips ruthless as he forces you down on him, guiding you through it as slowly come down from the blissful feeling.

“Good girl, following my orders like that,” he mumbles, enjoying the way your shaking hands grip onto him helplessly. Gently, he guides you to the couch, allowing you to fall on it as he slowly begins to undress you, your grabby hands pulling at his shirt until he’s throwing it over his head.

“Oh god—" he holds back a groan as he takes off your bra, suddenly finding it much harder to contain himself at the cute sight, his hands immediately finding their place on your breasts as he gulps.

“Baby, I had no idea you pierced these,” he says, pretty fingers playing with the piercings on your nipples as you whine at the stimulation. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? They’re so pretty…”

Beomgyu is mesmerized as you lay before him, a needy and panting mess as you let him play with your tits crudely, allowing him to pinch and roll the pierced nipples until they’re hardened. Slowly, he leans down to wrap his mouth around one of them, tongue darting out to lick at them as you gasp, back arching as you realize—

“Fuck, is your tongue pierced?” You gasp, watching the way Beomgyu sits up with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Looks like we’re all full of surprises here,” he says, trailing kisses down your body before he finally stops at your navel, glancing back up as he says, “I’ve always heard it feels better when you get eaten out by someone with a piercing— wanna test it out?”

You’re ready to say every curse word in existence as Beomgyu dives down without a second thought, warm mouth wrapping around you and the feeling of his tongue— paired by his piercing— sends you into an overstimulated mess, still having yet to recover as you thread your hands into his hair, weakly attempting to pull him away from you before he’s pinning your hips down, his tongue insistent as he flicks it across your clit ruthlessly.

“Beomgyu…” you whine out, body too sensitive to stay still, yet still begging for more as you thread your fingers tighter into his scalp, tugging harshly— the sting brings out a crude groan from him.

Slowly, you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, an airy chuckle leaving him as he takes in the way you’re dripping wet for him. Pulling away, he watches as two of his fingers slide in easily, opening up inside you as he slowly begins to stretch them out inside you, biting at his lip at the way you clench around him.

Leaning back down, he lays his tongue flat on your clit, enjoying the way you shake under him as he sets a brutally slow pace for you.

“Enjoying yourself?” He taunts, unable to stop himself as his free hand reaches up to play with your nipples, still amazed at the cute piercings that had been hiding from him all along. You’re nodding along, though he’s not entirely sure you processed what he just asked from the way you’re so lost in the pleasure— which Beomgyu is more than happy to deliver more of. His tongue flicking across your clit paired with the quickened pace of his fingers is what sets you off, the stimulation too much for you the moment Beomgyu begins to tug at your nipple piercings teasingly.

“Beomgyu please,” you plead, using your fingers that were threaded in his hair to pull him up, your lips briefly meeting his as you take in the taste of yourself— his tongue darts into your mouth as you allow him to coat your tongue with your own release, the teasing bites that he leaves you with as he pulls away making you whine stupidly.

“So fucking pretty,” he mutters under his breath, staring down at your fucked out form as he finally releases himself from his restraints, his cock painfully hard and leaking as he kneels over you, “Wanna make you all mine. Keep you to myself.”

His words are an alluring promise as he slowly pushes into you, leaving kisses and bites all along your collarbones as you do the same to him. You sigh as he bottoms out, hips meeting yours as he takes your hand to place it on your abdomen.

“Do you feel that?” He asks, pressing his hand on top of yours as he slowly pulls out, a broken moan leaving you as you realize that fuck, you can. With every slow thrust you can feel every vein, his hand that remains on top of yours adding onto the pleasure as you feel him through your stomach as well.

“God, you make it so hard for me to hold myself back,” he groans, closing his eyes as you clench tightly around him, the warm feeling of your walls wrapping around him pushes him to his limits, the sounds that leave your lips only adding on to the mess.

“Don’t,” you breathe out, eyes dazed as they meet Beomgyu’s, “Don’t hold back— please.”

With one final look in your eyes, Beomgyu shakes his head, leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips before he’s taking your leg, bringing it up to press against your chest as it allows him to fuck you in a deeper angle. His pace is ruthless as he gives in to your request, the combination of his length and the stretch of his cock leaving your mind empty in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, be quiet baby,” he grits out, slapping a hand over your mouth in panic as you let out a particularly loud moan, the reminder of his other bandmates being nearby bringing about a rush of adrenaline— he didn’t want anyone else to hear the sounds you made.

Your muffled whimpers and whines still managed to leak through Beomgyu’s hand, your body getting pressed down into the couch with the force that Beomgyu fucks you with. Your hands scrambled to find someplace to steady yourself on, quickly finding purchase on Beomgyu’s shoulders, your nails raking down his back accidentally as his cock pressed against a sensitive spot— you were only egged on by the surprised moan he let out by that.

“God, you feel so…” he hisses as your nails dig into his skin, the stinging feeling making him pry your hands away from him as he pins them down, your fingers lacing with his immediately as he uses this to fuck into you harder. His lips crash against yours the moment you begin to get too loud again, and you accept the distraction gratefully as you relish in the feeling of his piercings against your skin.

This new angle allowed for his hips to crash against your clit, the rough hits making you closer to your end as you clenched tightly around him, the feeling enough of a warning for Beomgyu as he continued to fuck you ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his hands as he begins to hit your sensitive spot repeatedly, your high crashing down on you unexpectedly as you clamp down on Beomgyu’s cock.

He helps you ride through it, slowing his pace into nothing but a grind as he presses his hips against yours, placing relentless kisses on your lips as soft praise leaves him, the words not quite reaching you as you come down from your high.

“Gyu,” you whimper, and Beomgyu thinks he might just come then and there, “keep going.”

“More?” He asks, incredulous at your request, “fuck, you still want more?”

Nodding, you squeeze his hands as you innocently say, “want you to finish inside me.”

God, you have no idea what you do to him. Your words hit him like a freight train as he feels his cock twitch inside you, shaking his head in disbelief at your request— how could you say something like that so sweetly? It’s like you were doing it on purpose.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up until you can only think of me,” he says, his words drawing out a whimper from you as he begins to move once more, no longer hesitant as he watches the way your face contorts from the pleasure and over stimulation. Your words are all he can think of as he watches you try your best to be quiet, biting at your lips and failing as he presses his cock deep inside you, every drag and thrust he delivers making your eyes roll back in bliss.

You might even be drooling at this point— but you don’t really care, at least not with the way Beomgyu is fucking you so nicely. You can feel his pace stutter as he lets out soft moans, hands untangling from yours as he sits up, placing his hands on your hips and angling them up as he uses you to his liking, the new angle making you slap your hands over your mouth— you’re sure something humiliating would have left your mouth if you hadn’t done so.

His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your hips as his brows furrow, concentrated on chasing pleasure as his eyes flit back to you— to your watery eyes, your hands clasped over your mouth panic despite the sounds that leak through, and your breasts that bounce back and forth with each thrust.

He can tell that a new orgasm is beginning to build in you, and he’s determined to make the coil snap as he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, leaning over to whisper nothing but the filthiest things imaginable, a grin overtaking his face as he feels the way you’re quick to catch up to him, your trembling figure telling him all he needs to know.

“Come on darling, don’t you want me to fill you up? You’d look so pretty with my cum dripping between your thighs, I’ll make sure everyone will know you’re mine. Go ahead, come on my cock.” He’s rambling at this point, but it’s enough to set you off as you cum on him once more, the pathetic whine of his name enough to set him off as he follows close behind you, his thrusts sloppy and rough before he stills, filling you to the brim as your hands find themselves running down his back once more, the sting of pain mixing into his pleasure as his head drops onto your neck, the heavy feeling of his breaths against your neck the only thing that grounds you from your high.

He’s careful as he maneuvers the two of you to lay down, having yet to pull out of you as the slow trickle of his cum escaping from you makes you shiver. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he pulls you in for another slow kiss, unable to stop the smile that spreads across his lips, the two of you turning into a giddy mess in each other’s arms.

“I was waiting for the day I could kiss you like this,” he mumbles against your lips, the confession making you push against his chest in embarrassment, allowing him to pull you back in with a laugh. The two of you stay like that for a moment longer, and you actually think you could fall asleep like this—

“Oh my god, Chaeryeong!”

At the call of your friend’s name, Beomgyu groans, throwing an arm over his eyes as he asks, “she’s still here?”

“Yes!” You can tell that Beomgyu doesn’t understand why you’re panicking, but you feel absolutely terrible that you made her wait outside in the lobby while you— you…

“Gyu, I gotta go,” you whine, trying to pry yourself from his grip as you look around his dressing room, spotting a rag and a spray bottle filled with water that you could use to clean yourself up. “I have the day off tomorrow, just come over then.”

“Can I? You promise?” Is all he says, unable to let you go as you try to rush to clean up. Turning back to him, you adjust your shirt, laughing at the way he seems to be eager for your response.

“Promise,” you say, leaning down to give him a final goodbye kiss; it’s enticing when he tries to lure you in with more, but you know better as you collect your things, bidding him a final goodbye as you exit his room, allowing yourself to be escorted by security guards as you do the walk of shame. (Shame was actually not enough to describe what you felt— what you felt was much deeper, the realization that everyone probably heard you leaving you unable to look up from the floor.)

Yet even as you’re reuniting with Chaeryeong with a sheepish smile, you can’t help but feel the way your heart flutters at the feeling of your phone being flooded with messages.

Gyu:

Send me ur address pls

Would it be weird if I just come over rn

Say no so I can come over

You shook your head as you read through the messages, not noticing the way Chaeryeong peeked over teasingly.

“See, I told you— you were playing the long game.”

Yet this time, you couldn’t really deny her— because maybe you really were all along.

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moo-blogging · 1 month

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Hi!

Can you please do a smut where Levi comes home after days out on a mission and he comes home desperate for y/n.

All needy and horny for her and just that "I missed you sex " thingie.

Thanks !

Levi was trying his very best not to run back home to you. He had spent almost a week out beyond the walls for another mission, and he was worn out. But his body was burning for you.

Levi locked the front door behind him as soon as he stepped into the house. He pulled the curtains as he called to you. You grinned as you heard your husband calling your name and rushed out to meet him.

You welcomed him home with a deep kiss on his lips. His arms wrapped around you immediately and yours around him. His palms explored your body as if it was the very first time he touched you, hungrily and greedily. You knew what was coming as his hand slipped beneath your dress. You moaned into his lips.

His finger hooked your panties, pulling it to the side. You felt the cool air brushing your opening. Still attacking your lips, Levi pushed you against the wall. You unbuckled his belt, feeling the bulge between his legs. His cock sprung up as you pulled down his pants.

Levi pulled away for a moment, you both panting for air as your eyes locked. Your hair wild and your face blushing. Levi's face was a mess of different emotions, "God, I missed you so much Y/n." He pressrd his face into yours again, kissing you deeply.

With his arm hooking your left knee up, he pushed himself into you. The sudden force lifted you from the floor, pinning you onto the wall. You groaned in pain and pleasure, digging your fingers into Levi's hardened arms. After a few thrusts, the initial pleasure rush left Levi's brain. He gently lifted you down and moved slower and deeper into you.

You squeezed your walls with every push, feeling his member cutting through your wet wall, rubbing heat and pleasure into your nerves. Levi knew how to make you feel good. He adjusted his position and slammed into your sweet spot slightly to the side. Your toes curled, your brain went blank and you cummed. Your hips spamsed. Involuntary moans came out like whimpers from your lips. Levi sucked at your neck, breathing warm air onto your skin.

He moved slow and deep, making sure you cummed fully. "You're so wet, baby..." you felt tiny stings on your neck as Levi left a trails of hickeys on your skin. He slammed into you suddenly, making your legs shake with uncontrollable pleasure. Your hips involuntarily moved on its own to fuck Levi's penis but Levi remained deep inside of you, only more pleasure created even with the smallest friction.

You tilted your head back, breathing hard to slow your heartbeat. Levi hooked his other arm beneath your right knee and lifted you completely off the floor. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, but your hole was begging to be fucked endlessly.

"Kiss," Levi asked for your lips. You swallowed a mouthful of saliva and lowered your chin, catching Levi's opened mouth with yours. Levi attacked your tongue with his. You could taste the alkaline in his saliva. Your brows frown in soreness and pleasure, enjoying yourself as Levi fucked you agaisnt the wall.

Your forehead dotted with beads of sweat while your lips area sticky with saliva. Your bodies warm with sweat and your hole red and sensitive to every little movement. But Levi's movement below was rough and fast, deep and strong. You couldn't tell whay liquid was stained and dripped onto your thighs.

The noise of moans from you, groans from Levi, and wet slamming of bodies echoed in the room. Your fingers in Levi's hair, grabbing harder with every thrust. Levi was turned on with your hands in his hair. He repositioned himself, bending his knees lower and pinning you firm agaisnt the wall, Levi fucked you fast and hard. You threw your head back, whimpering in pleasure. You tried to squeeze your walls to stop this over-the-limit pleasure. You felt like your head would explode in any second. But Levi's penis cut through your walls so fast, so strong your walls were hot and numb with electrifying pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, hips spamsed but held firmly onto the wall.

You cummed and so did Levi. Levi's hips spasmed as he cummed. He pushed himself deep into you, ensuring his seeds wouldn't fall onto the floor. After a few seconds stationary agaisnt the wall, Levi lifted his head from your chest and kissed your salty skin lovingly.

Pulling you sore body up, you collapsed into Levi's chest, holding onto him and he carried you into the bathroom.

You really loved this kind of welcome home ceremony.

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jnkangels · 4 months

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I NEED U TO MAKE A CEO SEVIKA SO I CAN CONTINUE LIVING WELL😩😩!!!!!!

—I love your writing<3

Hi babe, I'm glad you like it<3!!

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Hectic breaths and loud moans echo throughout the office, your head collided against the armored glass while the opponent's fingers played with your folds. The Rolex on her wrist screamed: Expensive! In the face of anyone who looked at it, the cold of the metal was close to your humidity; It made you shudder.

"Since you would like everyone to see how I'm fucking you right now, wouldn't you, my little flower?" She slammed your face even harder against the glass, the entire city could be seen from above, so much so that if you didn't were high enough someone would probably see them. She inserted two of her digits inside you, you arched your back at this.

"Answer you little scum, would you like everyone to see us? Do you like the idea of them seeing that you are my damn property? Come on, answer." She began a lazy rhythm with her fingers, waiting for the desired response: "Fuck yes!" Only for her soft thrusts to turn into more needy and rough ones.

Her fingers slides in and out of you; Introducing them deeper and deeper into the lubricious well of your walls, your thighs tremble while she fucks you with them. Unintentional sobs and moans that leave your throat uncontrolled and honestly, you wouldn't be able to describe it the feeling itself was so euphoric. She inserted another of her digits causing a squelch with each assault against your now sensitive pussy. "Please, Vika..." you whisper, the orgasm becoming more and more present.

As you remove her fingers from inside you, leaving your body shaking again. She brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them with an almost artistic discipline, but it is discouraging for her to want to taste you one more time, however, the throbbing of her point defeats that longing. "Would you like to eat my pussy, sweetness? Would you like me to cum all over your pretty face?"

“Yes, please,” you obey, she steps away from you and sits in her chair, the jingle of the belt buckle was your cue. You cautiously lowered her pants while she carefully watched your every movement. Sevika leaned her head against her headboard; you ran your tongue gently along the part of her pussy, she gently grabbed your hair to bring your head closer to her entrance. She set an almost obscene rhythm with her hips seeking more friction.

Sevika's fingers tangled in your hair pulling it lightly, she bit her lip as your tongue ventured even deeper into the confines of her clit. You lifted one of her legs up to your shoulder and left the other down.

She must have been fascinated by your skillful movement, she kept her eyes on you and you didn't break eye contact. Occasionally, involuntary grunts and moans escaped her lips, her swollen clit dictating that she was even closer to orgasm than before. "I'm going to cum all over your pretty face, sweetness."

Your face collided with her pussy again, her juices spread all over your face and she gave you a satisfied smile. Sevika got up from her seat, pulled up her pants and helped you up, she sat you on the table and cleaned the mess — which she made herself — from your face.

"Go home and clean yourself up, I'll come pick you up at eight."

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scarletttries · 1 year

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight) + Boobs: (prompt list)

Oh Steven, Steven, Steven. It's safe to assume he's never really been given the chance to explore his feelings towards boobs before you come into his life and start to give him the intimacy he's always craved. Don't get me wrong, as a touch starved individual Steven would often think about boobs when they appeared on his screen, or he walked past a woman in a particularly low-cut top, cursing himself for the rush of endorphins hitting his brain and turning his gaze to the skies to try and maintain his view of himself as a gentleman. But he didn't realise just how obsessed he was until it was your boobs he was looking at.

He'd pride himself on making eye-contact all through dinner the first time you came over in a thin camisole, his little flat keeping surprisingly warm in a mild London spring. But when you glanced down to your plate, deep in conversation about the impressive meal he'd prepared, he'd let his eyes drift down with you, landing on the enticing curves of your chest, the slight crease of cleavage enough to have him shifting in his seat and blushing uncontrollably.

When you start making out on his couch that evening you can feel his hands nervously hovering over your ribs, afraid to touch you in any way that might make you uncomfortable, so close to finally feeling the soft skin that called to him all night. Sitting up slightly you'd make a slow and deliberate move to slips the straps of your vest down your shoulders, Steven completely awestruck with every new inch of skin and lace revealed until only your bra was between him and the objects of his affection.

"You can touch me anywhere you want Steven." You'd have to reassure before he'd be confident enough to gently cup your chest in his trembling hands, genuinely unsure if he was going to pass out from excitement as he gave your chest a gentle squeeze. It doesn't matter if you have a small handful or voluminous curves, Steven is absolutely obsessed. He knows you are the most perfect person he'll ever get the company of and when he starts the trace his fingertips over the lace of your bra and you let out a content hum at his touch, he could swear there's never been a beautiful noise in all of history.

When he finally gets the nerve to unclasp your bra, placing it aside with the utmost delicacy and care, his chest is absolutely heaving at the sight of you, boobs exposed to him full for the first time. His own aching pleasure immediately forgotten, his hands would explore you again, cupping and kneading and trying to memorise exactly how soft you feel against his palms. Drinking in the little sighs and gasps he draws from you, he'd notice your reaction to his thumb grazing your nipple, the slight shake of your hips beneath his, making him hungry for more. His lips would trail down your neck until they found the spot that made you moan, tongue tracing circles lightly over one nipple while his hand continued to tease the other, his hips grinding against yours with every involuntary buck. Steven could have spent hours greedily lapping at your chest, but was sadly halted by his own excitement proving too much and filling his shorts the minute you moaned out his name.

From that moment Steven is completely obsessed with your chest, like a teenager discovering porn for the first time. Whenever you're away too long Steven finds himself reliving that moment while he rubs himself up and down in the shower, wishing you were there so he could see the way the suds would slide off your perfect shape as he washed you all over. If you dare to send him a cheeky photo of you topless or even just in a v-neck top, expect Steven to excuse himself to the bathroom asap, or maybe even turn up outside your door looking particularly bedraggled.

As long as you're okay with it, Steven can't really keep his hands off you. You'll try and watch a movie, settled between his legs with your back against his chest, one of his button down shirts wrapped around you when you'll notice buttons gradually getting undone. Once he's got you exposed the film is long forgotten for Steven as he just lets his hands settle on your chest for a moment, comforted by being able to feel you so close, before his own hunger for your stirs and he starts to run his fingers over your stiff nipples, cold in the night air, smiling down at you as your breathing picks up a little, chest starting to rise a little faster, meeting his teasing touch as he licks his fingers before bringing the slick sensation back to your chest. He won't let up until your hips are squirming against his, so sensitive and worked up that you're practically clenching around nothing by the time Steven lets you spin around and climb on top of him, watching in pure ecstasy as your chest bounces every time he thrusts up into you.

Warning somno HC: Steven is always completely conflicted when you sleepover over in one of your little lacey tank tops. He adores when he turns over in the night and sees the strap is half way down your arm, boobs spilling free of the thin fabric while you're sound asleep, unaware of his lustful gaze. But he feels a tinge of shame as he gives into the voices in his head that tell him he should help make sure you're having sweet dreams - carefully shifting down the bed until his tongue can trace over the soft satin skin of your curves, lapping delicately at the sensitive circles until they harden from his attention. He can hear you start to whimper in your sleep when he pulls himself away to lavish the other nipple in just as much attention, kneading the soft mounds as firmly as he can without risking waking you up. When he starts to see your thighs rub together he knows he's got you all worked up, your little brow furrowing in frustration as your pleasure grows with no release in sight. He always stops himself before he goes too far, usually rewarded when you wake up a few minutes later throbbing and sensitive, and Steven gets to listen to you rub your fingers over your sticky folds, clit quickly bringing you to release with a quiet whimper of his name. But he's sure one of these nights you're going to wake up to him deep inside you as he teases your nipples, and you're going to be nothing but grateful.

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yournameloveskpop · 3 months

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Bite Me

Paring: Vampire Jungwon x Human reader

Warning: blood, swearing, forced, hypnosis, control, dominant Jungwon, submissive reader

Style: dark romance, NSFW, Smut

Word Count: 1459

Jungwon, a vampire whose heart was as dark as the night itself, harbored a dangerous and obsessive love for Y/N, a mere human. This love was no secret; whispers of it fluttered through the shadows, murmured by both the supernatural and the mortal alike.

Y/N, aware of the perilous attention she had attracted, navigated her life with caution, her steps quickening at the slightest hint of danger. Yet, despite her efforts and the protective watch of other vampires, Jungwon's shadow loomed ever closer.

Their twisted tale took a darker turn one fateful evening. Y/N, weary from a long day's work, began her solitary walk home, unaware of the predator lurking just beyond the reach of the streetlights.

Jungwon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and something far more sinister, trailed her silently. The night air was thick with tension, and his heart raced with anticipation.

Suddenly, he couldn’t restrain himself no longer. With a burst of speed only a vampire could muster, he swept Y/N into the shadows. Her screams pierced the night as he spirited her away to his lair, a place where nightmares were born.

He threw her onto the bed with a savage grace, pinning her beneath him. His fangs found her neck, and she screamed, the sound a sweet melody to his ears. But as he drank deeply, her screams softened, morphing into gasps of involuntary pleasure.

"Jungwon, Stop... please," Y/N gasped, her voice barely a whisper against the overwhelming sensation.

Jungwon, momentarily distracted by the taste of her blood, barely registered her plea. A low grunt escaped him, his excitement growing with each drop he consumed.

"Why do you resist?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "You know you cannot escape me."

Y/N, trapped beneath his gaze, felt a shiver run down her spine, not just from fear but from an unbidden pleasure. "Jungwon, this isn't right," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He laughed, a sound devoid of any warmth. "Right or wrong, it doesn't matter. You are mine now," he declared, his eyes burning with a red intensity as he pinned her wrists above her head.

As he drew back, his face was a mask of predatory satisfaction. Y/N lay beneath him, too weak to move, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Jungwon, his hunger momentarily sated, licked his lips, savoring the last traces of her blood. He smirked darkly, leaning in so close she could feel his breath on her lips.

"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise of more darkness to come. "And I am far from done with you."

Y/N, her heart pounding, realized the depth of her plight. This was no mere obsession; it was possession, a claim on her very soul. Jungwon leaned in closer but this time, instead of her neck he captured her lips. Excepting her fate she kissed him back, her tears rolling down her cheek which Jungwon loved. Jungwon pulled away to kiss her tears and bend down to lick where he bit her.

Y/N let out a weak moan, Jungwon's hands ripping off her shirt in one go. She was shaking uncontrollably, fear and pleasure making her shiver like she had been freezing to death. Jungwon didn't care though, his mind elsewhere, she felt his hands trailing up her stomach to cup her breasts.

"I'm gonna take care of you Y/N, you have no idea how much I've wanted you." He said, reaching under her skirt, she moaned as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of her panties, "Tell me what you want," he whispered as his hand gently rubbed over her clit, "I want to hear you scream my name," he breathed huskily, his mouth forming a hungry grin as he stared into her eyes, like he was hypnotising her and taking full control of her.

"I want you. . . Jungwon," she cried out, "take me! Please..." Y/N's body was quivering, her breathing was heavy as Jungwon slipped his fingers into her.

"Yes," he said hoarsely as he fucked his fingers in and out of her.

Y/N was soaked already and he wanted a taste. He pulled his fingers out and removed the rest of her clothes. He then removed his clothes before hovering over her. His mouth and tongue latched on to her harden nipple, one hand tending to the other breast and the other playing with her clit.

She tried to push him away, her body begging for release but he kept teasing her.

"Please Jungwon, make me yours," she begged, feeling tears falling down her cheeks again.

"In time my dear. I want to see you break." He smirked darkly before going further down.

He spreads her legs more, his lips tracing the soft skin of her thighs before sinking his fangs into the flesh.

She couldn't help herself, tears poured down her cheeks as she cried out Jungwon's name.

When he finished sucking on her inner thigh he moved up to her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. Y/N tried to pull away again but he pulled her close and pinned her hips down. He movements get faster as his tongue fucked her walls.

His nails dug into her flesh, giving him even better access to her, he didn't stop though. He continued licking and sucking on her until her climax came. She screamed Jungwon's name once again, cumming all over his lips but he didn't stop. He hummed at the taste, the taste of blood and her cum was exhilarating.

Jungwon's tongue worked faster, y/n hands weekly grabbed the back of his head as she was close to her second orgasm. She was screaming Jungwon's name when her world exploded. Her legs went numb.

"Now for the main event," Jungwon said as he knelt up. He licked his lips clean as he looked down at her, his dick was rock hard and read to ruin her.

He lifted her up and pushed her against the wall, moving his body between her legs. He leaned in close and softly kissed her.

She tasted like heaven, Jungwon was lost in his thoughts of consuming her, tasting every inch of her body and she didn't fight. Y/N relaxed, trusting him completely.

"That's it, give yourself to me, I can smell your arousal, taste it on your skin. Come, and surrender to me," he whispered, his lips brushing hers.

She nodded her head as her hands cupped his strong jaw. Jungwon slid into her, his cock stretching her pussy, as he slowly began to fuck her. Y/N moaned and clung to him tightly, her throat sore from screaming. Jungwon lifted her up, her back hitting the wall with every thrust he made.

Jungwon began fucking her harder, letting his animal instincts take over, this is how his kind fed, they gave themselves to the one who would satisfy them. Jungwon moaned, gripping her ass as his cock slid deep inside of her tight hole.

"Fuck Y/N," he growled.

Y/N cried out as Jungwon slammed into her over and over, she couldn't think straight anymore as she heard him groan her name. When she came, so did he, his load filling her up nicely but he was no where near done. Jungwon laid her back down and He flipped her over on all fours and banged from behind his pace faster and rougher than before. Y/N groaned loudly as she screamed his name yet again.

Jungwon could go on all night if he wanted to. He leaned in and pulled her up against him. His hand gripping her hip while the other grabbed her neck.

"Mine," he breathed into her ear.

"All yours. . . Jungwon," she sighed and reaped her orgasm for the fourth time that night.

Jungwon let his own load out for the second time and finally came to a stop. The hand round her neck went straight to her clit, his finger circling it quickly. The over stimulation caused her to flinch but Jungwon kept her still. He pulled out of her and with an extra bit of pressure on her clit and she squirted all over his hand, her thighs and his bed. Jungwon cleaned himself and Y/N up, and dragged her up to bed.

Jungwon pulled the covers over them and cuddled her, "Goodnight my love," he whispered.

Y/N passed out straight away from exhaustion, Jungwon pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep peacefully, satisfied in the knowledge that his prize had fallen into his trap and was his forever.

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memoiresofaneternaldreamer · 11 months

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Pairing: Bang Chan x F.Reader

Themes: Smut | Fluff | Slice of Life | Established relationship

Wordcount: ~ 1.1K

Smut Warnings: Explicit sexual acts - Explicit oral (F.Rec) - Mild overstimulation - Multiple orgasms implied

This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.

[08:27] The gentle morning rays filter through the curtains and warm your skin. It is a peaceful morning, one that you haven’t experienced in a while. No work, no schedule, no obligations that would otherwise disturb the quietness you are surrounded in. And quiet it is, well almost. While the birds outside welcome you with their morning song, your lover is still fast asleep next to you, the gentle inhales of his breath reassuring you he has not yet awoken from his slumber.

Laying on your side to face him, you let your eyes feast on the beauty that is him. His sharp brows, which you often find frowned in either thought or concentration, now smoothed out with the peace of sleep. His pointed chin, now decorated with the light shadow of his morning stubble. His plump lips, slightly parted and taking in much-needed air, hiding the smile you know he doesn’t show nearly often enough. You commit every feature to memory, knowing that the sight of him is something you’d never tire of. With your gaze still fixated on his face, you register the moment he awakens.

“Good morning baby.” He rasps stretching out, seemingly unaware of your staring. The low husk of his voice sends an involuntary shiver through you. In an instant your mind takes you back to the night before and how his voice had helped you come undone for him, time and time again.

“Look at me baby, keep your eyes on me,” Chris says, the tone he uses leaves no room for debate. As if you’re in any position to do so anyway. The way his strong hands are gripping your thighs, his broad shoulders keeping them spread apart, restrict any movement you want to make.

Deciding that doing as you’re told is the best course of action at this point; you force your eyes downwards. The sight that greets you between your legs draws a gasp from your lips. There Chris lays, eyes smoldering with a burning hunger, lips glistening with a mixture of your release and his saliva, strong eyebrows frowned in determination, and his fingers still deep inside you.

“I like having you spread out like this, such a gorgeous sight.” He adds on. You register the sultry tone of his voice and know he is not nearly done with you yet. ‘Breaking his personal record’, he had called it, having already pulled two orgasms from you using just his mouth and fingers, and working towards a third just now. The pulsing heat emanating from your core seemed to be the only thing he was focused on tonight.

Leaving you no time to come up with a coherent response, he dives right back in. Pressing his lips to your already sensitive skin, he sucks your clit into his mouth and gives it a deliberate lick with his tongue. “Oh, fuck…” you whimper, the sensation making your whole body jolt, oversensitivity starting to rear its’ little head. Curling his fingers upwards, they nudge a particular spot within you that pulls yet another uncontrollable moan from your lips. So attuned to your sounds and reactions, Chris picks up on this immediately and wastes no time repeating the motion again and again. Every suck, lick, and plunge he delivers makes your walls clench with need.

Feeling the need to hold onto something to ground yourself, you thread your fingers through his dark curls and tug. The slight twitch makes him groan, the vibrations of it pulsing against your core. Ever the overachiever, he sees this as incentive to work even harder, pumping his fingers in tandem with his mouth on your clit.

“Oh god…. Yes baby, just like that.” You say, unable to stop your thighs from shaking, the warmth in your belly steadily spreading through you. When Chris removes his fingers from your core, you have half the mind to start crying, until you feel his tongue prod at your entrance. His nose bumps your clit with every lick inside your hole, slurping up your essence with his mouth. As sinful and downright filthy as this act is, you cannot help yourself but get lost in it all. Everything he does helps you get closer to the edge until you have no choice but to surrender yourself to the pleasure he gives you.

“Chris, please… Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close…” You almost choke on the words coming out of your mouth. “Give it to me baby, I know you can.” He replies instantly, losing himself in the feeling of you. As Chris rams his fingers into you again, this time harder, faster, deeper than before, just as his skillful mouth resumes its’ sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you topple over the edge. “Fuck. Yes, yes, yes, just like that.” He encourages, scorching heat spreading all over your body, the pleasure overflowing each and all of your senses, until there is nothing more than ‘Chris’. His scent, his touch, his breath, and his body on you. His motions do not relent, not until you weakly push his head away from you, wanting to make sure you are thoroughly satisfied.

“Shit, baby, that’s enough. Please…” you whine, your core aching with the beginnings of oversensitivity. Agreeing you had enough for one night, he detaches his mouth from your heat, slowly pulling his fingers from your core. Bringing them up to his lips, he sucks them clean before pulling himself up and against you, his mouth catching yours in a heated kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue is almost enough to give in again, but you (cleverly) decide against it. Pushing himself away from your body, the self-satisfied smirk that takes over his face makes you roll your eyes. “Three in a row,” He purrs, “A new personal record indeed.”

“A very good morning indeed,” you smile, the breathiness of your tone a dead giveaway to where your mind had been. Chris smirks but says nothing, opting to pull you closer to him instead. Snuggling into him, you listen to the steady beat of his heart and the peacefulness around you.

Just as you’re about to fall asleep again, the subtle rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep, you hear his reply. “What do you say I try and break my record again?”

Little brainrot of mine because Chan is still refusing to leave the place he has taken in my heart. Hope you all enjoy!

Send me your hard/soft thoughts - feedback/fangirling is always welcome.

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kingofbodyrolls · 8 months

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Friendcation (m) | myg | teaser two

← previous | s.masterlist | m.masterlist | chapter two →

Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜

+ moodboard!

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word Count: 12,7K (517 words for the teaser)

Warnings: more pent up sexual feelings, second hand embarrassment, feelings, very tiny angst, smut; oral (female). Author’s note: Yes, I'm evil - giving you a teaser for each chapter! I'll give you two snippets though, and promise there's (light) smut coming in chapter two. Things are escalating 😜

Taglist: @idkjustlovingbts @constancelayon @wobblewobble822 @ktownshizzle @moonchild1 @ultimatefangirl0 @baechugff @jimintaemin @parapiop7 @fckkntired @iluvfndms @citypop-princess @tarahardcore @bergandysam @massivelyfullenthusiast

Teaser for chapter two is under the cut ⬇️

Jimin playfully teases, “Aw, it must be tough for Y/N and Yoongi, having to endure three long months without any... relief.” He shoots a mischievous glance at Yoongi, waiting to see his reaction. The atmosphere in the group is charged with a mixture of humor and anticipation, and all eyes are on Yoongi to gauge his response.

With a sense of frustration and embarrassment boiling inside you, you lash out, "Why is everything always about sex? It's like this trip has turned you all into a bunch of horny teenagers!” Your words carry a mix of exasperation and humor, and your outburst breaks the tension, causing your friends to burst into laughter.

Jungkook chimes in with a playful glint in his eye, “Well, they could always help each other out,” accompanied by a suggestive wink. Your face flushes crimson, and you wish you could just disappear into the ground. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch what might be a subtle blush on Yoongi's cheeks, but your own embarrassment consumes your attention too fully to be certain.

AND

The trail is treacherous, and your feet struggle for purchase. Suddenly, you slip on loose rocks, landing hard on your ass. Pain shoots through you, and you let out an involuntary cry. Jimin and Jungkook rush to your side, their concern evident. “Are you hurt?” Yoongi's penetrating gaze scans your body, causing a warm flush to spread across your cheeks.

“I-I'm okay, I think…” you groan through the pain. “Fuck, you’re not okay.” Jimin's face tightens with worry as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, contemplating what to do next.

You attempt to stand up, but the pain in your backside intensifies. “Shit, my ass hurts,” you groan once more, attempting to massage the discomfort away.

“And DON'T crack any anal jokes right now!” you quip with a voice that's both pained and playful, fully aware of the absurdity of the situation. It must look comical.

Jungkook bursts into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Taehyung isn't far behind, struggling to contain his own laughter. Jimin chuckles, rolling his eyes at your remark. Yoongi watches in amazement, wondering how you manage to find humor even in such a situation.

“We're almost at Holly. Can you manage the rest of the walk?” Jimin asks, concern evident in his eyes as he notices your discomfort.

You shake your head, exhaling a heavy sigh, your pain evident.

“I can carry her,” Jungkook offers, his laughter still lingering in his voice as he steps forward, ready to help despite the humor of the situation.

“No, I'll do it,” Yoongi insists, his voice soft and reassuring as he steps closer, his touch comforting against your back.

“You don't have to, Yoon,” you protest with a slight pout as you attempt to rise, but a sharp surge of pain shoots through your spine, causing you to wince and falter.

“You can't even stand up. I'll give you a piggyback ride. Come on,” he strides ahead, crouches down, and extends his hand for you to climb onto his back.

So, are we excited? 🙈

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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You are little and have a panic attack but Alcina soothes you fic

Another awesome paid commission for @tomboyab You involuntarily regress to your little space and have a panic attack as you are helping Alcina prepare for a festival in the village. Lactation, fluff, and mommy Alcina. What else can I say? As always, if this isn’t your jam, no worries!! Let’s get into it!

As you entered Alcina’s opulent office, you did your best to exude confidence and maturity. Despite feeling like you were about to regress (Big time), you were determined to fulfill your role as Alcina’s personal assistant for the wine business. You had been serving her in this capacity for a while and it made you feel useful, but… Things had been very stressful lately. There was a big festival coming up in the village and neighboring communities were even planning on attending. That guaranteed a lot of foot traffic and Alcina was not planning on letting such a grand event slip by without showcasing her wines. That meant that there were a lot of particulars to get settled… And it also meant that a lot of the responsibility landed on your shoulders.

You were hiding just how much you had been struggling from Alcina. But… You feel like you’re going to crack from the pressure. You had also been having trouble holding your bladder recently because of how anxious you were. Thankfully, though, you were prepared and made sure to wear your pull-ups in case that becomes an issue.

Alcina, a formidable figure seated behind her grand mahogany desk, reviewed documents and numbers related to the upcoming festival. Her piercing eyes pored over the papers.

You approached her desk, clutching your notepad tightly, trying to appear composed. “Good morning, Alcina,” You greeted her, attempting to project professionalism.

“Ah, there you are, draga,” Alcina responded, her voice tired but still commanding. She had been consumed with work for the festival too. “I trust you have updates on the arrangements?” She asked.

You grimaced. She seemed so intimidating like this. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you felt a little nervous in her presence at that moment. She was completely focused on figuring out what needed to be done. This was a big opportunity for her and you didn’t want her to suffer because you couldn’t keep up.

As you battled with your insecurities, you took a little too long before answering and Alcina quirked a brow at you. “Draga? Are you with me?” She asked.

Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment but you soon took a deep breath and nodded, flipping open your notepad to reveal a neatly written list of figures. As you delved into the financial aspects, promotional strategies, and logistical details, you did your best to keep up with Alcina’s rapid conversation. However, the mounting pressure began to weigh on you, escalating your anxiety.

Suddenly, panic gripped you like a vise, squeezing your chest and stealing your breath. You tried to maintain your composure, but your hands trembled uncontrollably and your heart raced. The stress became overwhelming.

With each passing moment, your panic intensified, and unfortunately, your bladder became an unwitting casualty. As you sat there, grappling with your anxiety, your pull-ups grew warm and damp, betraying your involuntary loss of control.

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized what had just happened. You desperately wished you could escape the situation, but you knew you couldn’t abandon your responsibilities.

However, Alcina, sensing the sudden shift in your demeanor, paused her conversation and regarded you with concern. “Are you alright, draga?” Alcina asked, her voice softened with understanding.

You couldn’t even speak. Your breathing had gotten erratic and your shaking was impossible to ignore.

Alcina quickly rose from her seat and swiftly moved towards you with concern etched on her face.

Before you could react, she scooped you up into her strong, comforting arms. The world blurred around you as she held you close, cradling you against her chest.

She said something softly, but you couldn’t make out what it was. You were so physically and emotionally exhausted that just the sensation of being held by Alcina was overwhelming. The weight of your responsibilities and the strain of the panic attack had taken their toll, draining every ounce of energy from your body. In the comforting embrace of Alcina, your exhaustion reached its peak. Unable to fight any longer, your consciousness slipped away. The last thing you remembered was the gentle rise and fall of Alcina’s chest as you nestled against her, finding solace and peace in her protective embrace.

When you woke up, your surroundings had changed. As you slowly regained consciousness, you found yourself cradled in Alcina’s arms within the cozy confines of your nursery. The gentle sway of the rocking chair beneath you provided a soothing rhythm that eased your weary mind. Alcina’s presence exuded comfort and safety, making you feel cherished.

You could feel that Alcina had changed you into a clean diaper. The fact that she chose to put you specifically in a diaper signaled that she didn’t expect you to be big right now. You let out a sigh of relief. These last few days had been hell if you were being honest. You hadn’t been sleeping and barely ate, too worked up to be able to rest. But, you should have known Alcina would eventually see through your facade. She understands you on such a deep level.

You looked around at the familiar surroundings of your nursery and felt protected. You loved your nursery and took a moment to admire it. The room was adorned with soft pastel colors and toys that added to the nurturing ambiance. This was your favorite room in the castle by far.

But, of course, the most important thing that was currently making you feel better was Alcina holding you close, her arms providing both physical and emotional support.

A soft glow enveloped the room, casting a warm light on the scene. Alcina, with a tender expression on her face, gently brought you to her breast, offering you her nipple. She was hoping you’d be hungry when you woke up. She hadn’t had time to properly nurse you throughout all of the work she was doing and her breasts ached as they continued to produce milk for her baby. She needed a release.

You popped your mouth open and allowed Alcina to guide her nipple into it. This was such a natural and intimate act, a way for Alcina to soothe you in the most maternal way possible. You latched on and made tiny noises of contentment. You were so hungry.

As Alcina cradled you and offered you comfort as she breastfed you, she gently spoke to you, her voice infused with love and concern. She wanted to ensure that you understood the importance of communication and expressing your feelings to her.

“My sweet little one,” Alcina whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. “I want you to remember that you can always come to mommy when you feel overwhelmed. I never want you to bear the weight of your anxiety alone. Your well-being is mommy’s priority, and I’m here to support you,” She says, gently running her finger across your cheek. It killed her to see you trying so hard to be big when you clearly weren’t able to. “Mommy felt so… Guilty to see you like that, draga,” She said, fighting back tears. Her poor little baby.

Her words filled you with a profound sense of gratitude. You could feel the genuine concern she held for your emotional state. Her admission of feeling guilty for your anxiety only deepened your understanding of her love.

“From now on, will you promise mommy that you’ll tell her when you need to be little?” She asks and runs her fingers through your hair.

You smile and nod your head. Alcina is such a good mommy. She only wants the best for you.

“I know that life can be overwhelming at times,” Alcina continued, her voice soft yet resolute. “But you must remember that you don’t have to face those challenges on your own. You have mommy and I am here for you whenever you need me.”

Alcina spoke in hushed tones as she breastfed you, her voice a soothing sound that washed over you like a gentle breeze. Her words were filled with reassurance and love, as she aimed to calm your frayed nerves and bring solace to your weary spirit.

“There, there, my sweet little baby,” Alcina whispered, her voice a tender caress. “You are safe in mommy’s arms, draga. Let the worries of the day drift away. Let mommy heal you, my darling.”

Her words, spoken with such affection and care, echoed deep within you. Each gentle suckle you took at her breast served as a reminder of your love for one another.

“You have worked so hard, my dear,” Alcina continued, her voice filled with pride. “You have carried the weight of too many enormous responsibilities,” She smiled. “Mommy is so proud of the work that you put in,” She said and leaned down to kiss your little nose, making you giggle. “But, you can let go now. Let mommy take care of you, baby. She loves you so much.”

This touched your heart, creating a sense of peace and acceptance. Your mind became warm and fuzzy as she soothed you.This feeling of being so little was intoxicating. Only Alcina could elicit this response. As you drank from her breast, a profound wave of relaxation washed over you. The stresses and worries of the past few days faded into insignificance.

Alcina leaned back for a moment and basked in the feeling of her breasts emptying a bit. Her body must have really wanted to feed her baby because they had never felt that full before. Alcina smiled as she thought of all of the beautiful little acts you do for each other. You bring her relief as you eat and she provides you with nourishment. She truly doesn’t know what she would do without you.

Alcina soon sat back up to focus her attention on her baby. She continued to talk to you, her voice a lullaby that accompanied the gentle rocking of the chair. She shared stories, memories, and gentle words of encouragement, weaving a tapestry of comfort around you. Her presence and soothing words enveloped you, creating a sanctuary within her arms.

You were so hungry and eager as you suckled, that little dribbles of milk streamed down your cheeks. Alcina noticed and chuckled, reaching beside her to get a soft cloth. “So ravenous, little one,” She joked and wiped your mouth.

You giggled at Alcina, looking adoringly up at her.

“You are my precious baby, draga,” Alcina murmured, her voice soft. “Mommy will make everything better,” She promised and gently patted your bottom as she rocked you. She began humming a simple melody to you. The sound of her voice mixed with the rumbling of her chest were euphoric.

Alcina’s nurturing embrace and her words of comfort worked in harmony, soothing your tired spirit. You could feel yourself being enveloped by her love, held in a space where you could find renewal.

You nuzzled closer against her. The act of breastfeeding created a unique bond between you and Alcina, a connection that transcended boundaries. The faint smell of Alcina’s perfume calmed you as well. Its distinct scent soothes you greatly. You have come to associate it with your mommy. It seems that everything about her is meant to soothe you. The stress and strain of the day melted away, replaced by a deep sense of contentment.

Meanwhile, Bela had quickly taken charge of handling the final touches for the upcoming festival. She was determined to take some of the weight off of you and Alcina. With confidence in her more-than-capable daughter, Alcina could focus solely on caring for you, her little one, ensuring that you had the respite you deserved.

As you lied against Alcina’s chest, feeling the beat of her heart and the rise and fall of her breath, you knew you were understood in the presence of your mommy. Time seemed to stand still, allowing you to fully embrace the unconditional love and care that Alcina provided.

In this tranquil sanctuary, you enjoyed the purest form of maternal love, free from any worries or responsibilities. It was a well-deserved break, a precious moment of respite as you were nurtured and cared for by the one who cherished you above all else.

You surrendered yourself completely to the serenity of the nursery and Alcina’s ever-present love, falling asleep not long after.

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #age regression #nonsexual age regression #sfw agere #sfw age regression

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strawbxrryanime · 10 months

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apple pie - seishu inui x reader

Breadcrumbs, sweet apple filling, a mouthwatering aroma, a good pie crust. Seishu was all of those flavors combined into his love for you, that hint of an apple pie comes when he throatfucks you, fucking deep into you, gagging you with the most intriguing taste, filling up your mouth and tantalizing your taste buds. That hint, that taste whenever he fucks you in the throat, is his love for you.

His green apple eyes would stare at you, his hair swept back as he deeply thrusts into you, his gaze that promises he will never ever leave you from his sight. His rough thrusts sending shivers down your body, your throat drooling and seeping with saliva as he kept thrusting into you like this, the taste of apple pie flavor growing faster and faster, surely enough he wants you to be his, and his only.

"Y/N~ Pretty baby~" Seishu whispers in between thrusts to the throat, he was whispering sweet nothings into you, as he thrusts and thrusts. The sloppy thrusts finally got to him however, as he finally came and painted your throat with his sperm. Seishu would smirk at you, his eyes staring down at you hungrily. "Heheh, Y/N do you really think I'm done?~" You look at him, desperately. "I just started~" He smirked and chuckled.

His muscular body would grind against your pussy, as he fucks you more and more, his thrusts becoming involuntary and uncontrollable pops that would spread your insides in and out. The smell, like a bakery, a sweet and promising scent filled with care and passion. His blond hair looking down upon you as he smiles, a sense of pleasure mixed with caring. "You're so adorable Y/N~" He'd grunt out as he'd thrust more and more inside of you.

Looking at him, you see a sense of happiness, passion, and such a calm demeanor as he meanlessly thrusts more inside you. Senseless and pure, as he'd fuck more and more of you. He may be a gang member, but oh damn is he gentle. He offers you his thumb to suck on, as you clench on his cock with a grip as he thrusts more into your wet pussy. "Argh!~ Fuck Y/N~" He'd moan out, he covers his face with his other hand as he senselessly thrusts and thrusts.

He'd keep going, covering his mouth from grunting as his hips do the poundings. Pounding so sweet but picking up the pace to become rougher. "Y/N~ I'll make sure to make you feel even better~" Seishu moans out as he thrusts more harder, making you groan and grip the pillows as he whispers sweet nothings into his pounding and pulsing thrusts. His smirk gaping in as he keeps going, pounding faster and faster.

His cock slams in much more faster, being gripped by your wet walls as he grunts and groans, sliding more of his cock in and out of you. The sweet smell and the whispers and whimpering of Seishu was enough to make you squirm, as you cummed on his cock, Seishu would smirk even more. "Goodness Y/N~ That looks like a mess~" He says in between thrusts. "Don't worry, I'll treat you better~" Seishu picks up his pace, thrusting and thrusting.

Seishu begins to groan even more, as he starts to keep going faster and faster. "Y/N!~ I'M GOING TO CUM!~" Seishu screamed out, as his sperm invades your walls, cock pulsing as it pumps out more inside of you, making you moan and drool. "Ah~ Y/N~ I filled you up~" Seishu chuckled, smiling at you, as you seemed to be more than satisfied.

You offered to ride Seishu, as you fell in love with him more in an instant, jumping up and down on his length, immediately being impaled through your G-spot making you scream his name. Seishu smirked, as he played with your breasts as you ride him more and more roughly, as his legs tensed up. "FUCK Y/N!~" Seishu moaned, his body shaking and quivering more, his green eyes looking straight at you, his cock glossy from the cum in the previous positions.

Only by then, the orgasm would envelop more faster, the more you rode him the more you felt a sense of euphoria, almost like everything is floating and the only thing that matters is Seishu. "Y/N!~" Seishu's eyes rolled, you pick up the pace, slamming down on him more, his cock tightened, gripping and numb. The pleasure growing and growing, Seishu bites his lower lip as you just kept going.

"Y/N!!~" He screams for you more as you ride out your high, your G-spot being passionately pounded and impaled at the more you bounced, the more you crush his balls and make him moan. As he finally finishes inside of you, Seishu pants heavily as you quickly get off him and suck him as he lied down. The taste was irresistable.

"Haaah.. haaah...~" Seishu would moan out and whimper each time you'd go down his cock. He puts you in between his legs as he rests his feet on your head, as you began to bob your head faster. "Y/N~..." He moaned out, panting heavily as he whimpered. "Fuck!~" Seishu groaned, the taste and sensation of apple pie on your mouth, the mouthwatering smell and aroma of his body.

His foot would press on your head, pushing you down on his cock even more as he moans. "Y/N~ F-FUCK!~" Seishu would grip more of the sheets, as you bob your head down more faster, slamming your lips against his ballsack making him near his climax, sucking out his glossy cock. He finally finishes inside of you, making you swallow all of his cum as he moaned even more.

"Fuck... Y/N~" Seishu blushed, his hands are caressing your face. As his green eyes glow more for you, as he starts to fuck you in the pussy more, giving a mating press, holding your legs up as he thrusts more downwards into you. "I KNOW I SHOULD BE GENTLE BUT...~ Y/N~ F-FUCK...~" Seishu screams out as you screamed and squirted more all over his cock.

It didn't matter to him anymore, he just kept going, balls slamming in onto you as you felt near your limit. Seishu was already over his limits as he slams more into you, his cock fucking roughly in and out of your pussy as his eyes stare blankly at you, his expression filled with lust as he grits and grits. He grips on your shoulders as he kept thrusting over and over again, dick invading your walls so deeply, hitting your G-spot.

"Y/N!~ OH I LOVE IT HOW YOU SCREAM MY NAME LIKE THAT!~" Seishu would cry out, as he began to fuck you even harder, his eyes staring more into you, fucking you senseless as you moaned and screamed out his name for dear sake. His pounds kept going, faster and faster and faster, until he's reached his ultimate speed against you. Going faster and faster until he spurts into you, his cock pulsing and twitching as it pumps out more semen inside of you.

You suddenly woke up with Seishu embracing you in your bed, you're naked and leaking with cum as you try to leave, but by then Seishu grabs you by the wrist and whispers in your ear. "Ready for round two?~"

And he chuckles, kissing you roughly.

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avvail-whumps · 2 years

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‘guns for hire’ — behind the mask #1

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synopsis — leo’s life is turned upside down when he sees his boss getting murdered. what’s worse, was that he witnessed the mercenary behind the hit taking off his mask, and saw his face. leo promises not to go to the police with his identity, but the mercenary decides it’s not worth letting him go.

content warnings: minor character death, murder, use of guns, blood, failed escape attempt, manhandling, non-con drugging, slightly intimate whumper

Leo was tired.

Exhaustion lay upon his skin like a disease, weighing the dark circles under his eyes.

It wasn’t unusual for his boss, the CEO of the company, to stay late like this. It also wasn’t unusual that Leo, his secretary, was also forced to stay late alongside him, to do the occasional coffee run and complete any new work he deemed necessary. He knew his boss, Jacob Williams, was capable of surviving the night without him, but insisted on Leo staying too.

A quiet, involuntary sigh slipped past his lips, jabbing the buttons on the coffee machine lazily. It whirred, a steaming black liquid filling the cup.

It was almost three in the morning, and Leo was dying to go home. It was still the weekday, and that meant a bright and early start the next morning. It wasn’t easy to replace a secretary for the day, and his boss was a strict man.

Too strict, and maybe a little cruel, but despite his small frame and height, Leo was a lot studier than he looked.

Wedging the plastic lid on top of the cup, the blond haired man was satisfied with the finished product, swiveling on his heel to return to Jacob’s office. He speculated he would have enough time to complete his tasks before he finished the drink, and mentally prepared to throw himself into his work.

He was severely overworked, and he couldn’t wait to collapse into the comfort of his own bed, wrapped in his blankets.

The thoughts made his eyes droop, watching the elevator doors close.

It was pleasant to stretch his legs and give his weary brain a rest, and a change of scenery always worked well in massaging those tight knots in his brain. The melodic beeping sound cut him from his trance, the automated voice ringing out through his skull, informing him of the number of the top floor. The doors spread open, and Leo stepped out, loosening his tie slightly.

A loud banging noise caught his attention, his head whipping to the left in surprise. The office desks were completely empty, the chairs tucked in and computers switched off. Only the dim ceiling light was left on, as well as that eerie feeling of being alone in a huge building.

Leo’s stomach rolled with dread.

It was only him and Jacob here, and possibly a janitor, if they hadn’t left already. It seemed the sound had come from his boss’ office, the blinds snapped shut and door open a jar. His shoes were muffled against the carpet as he skittishly approached the room, glancing at his own desk on the way. It was exactly how he left it, except…

A frown graced his brows, reaching forward and setting his picture frame right.

It seemed to have fallen over, and he was grateful the glass hadn’t cracked. Was that what made the noise? He stared at the picture of his mother, but turned towards the door in dismissal. Leo was more than happy to finish the day. He gripped the handle, pushing it open slightly. He could hear faint voices, and he froze.

Was Jacob talking to someone on the phone? He couldn’t be. Calls got redirected to Leo automatically. Out of curiosity and respect, he silently nudged the door open further, giving him a better view.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

There was somebody else in the room, dressed up in black and a mask covering his face. He was pointing a gun. He was pointing it directly at Jacob. The man was shaking behind the desk, tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. His lips were quivering, no doubt trying to form words. It was the most emotion the stoic man had ever shown; he looked absolutely terrified.

The masked man seemed to say something, too quiet for Leo’s eavesdropping ears, tilting his gun. Jacob’s eyes widened, shaking his head widely.

Leo heard his voice rise in a pique of panicked desperation. “No, wait, please.”

Then there was a sickening bang, and Leo slapped a hand over his mouth. He suppressed the urge not to let out a horrific scream, watching in horror as Jacob’s body slammed against the cabinet behind him, before dropping to the ground lifelessly. Splatters of blood littered the glass in streaks, pooling onto the carpet by his lifeless body. Nausea stirred in the pit of Leo’s belly, tears pricking at his eyes.

He’d just been shot. Jacob had just been shot.

The secretary’s breath hitched in his throat, panic gripping him. God, was he going to die too?

The masked man’s shoulders heaved with a sigh, before he slid the gun into his belt wrapped around his waist. Those gloved fingers dipped under the fabric of his mask, before slipping it off his head, revealing tousled black hair. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead wearily.

Leo didn’t see anymore than that. His feet staggered backwards, knocking the coffee cup with the heel of his shoe, causing him to flinch violently. He didn’t remember dropping it, but the black liquid was staining the floor under his feet, specks of steam rising into the air.

He felt a wave of dizziness slam into him, sending him into his desk. He threw his arms out to steady himself, whirling around in terror. He snatched the phone, his fingers barely even finding enough strength to punch in three digits on the black body. He pressed the cold object against his ear, the piercing rings vibrating through his skull. He could hardly keep his breathing under control.

He couldn’t stop replaying that moment, where the gun had gone off, and the bullet had embedded straight through his skull. The blood that followed, the useless slump of his body and the noise it made when he hit the floor. Leo felt tears burn in his eyes.

God, he didn’t want to die. He really didn’t want to die.

The door was pulled open, and Leo whirled around, his heart lodged in his throat. The killer stepped outside, but he instantly halted as his eyes landed on the secretary. A shudder raced down Leo’s spine when a female voice rang in his ear.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

He pressed himself against the desk, the edge digging into his hip so hard, he was sure it would bruise. The words couldn’t leave his lips, clogged in his throat.

The man’s eyes were piercing, slicing straight through him, leaving him paralised to the spot. It felt like he was being stared down by the grim reaper himself. His face was still in clear view. He hadn’t even put the mask back on. Leo’s bottom lip quivered, heart banging against his ribs.

The man blinked, before his brows relaxed, and he slowly reached for his belt. He pulled out the gun, and when the barrel pointed in his direction, Leo almost burst into tears.

“Hello?”

The killer raised a brow, nudging his gun downwards. The command made his stomach sink to his boots. Leo opened his mouth to speak, but the man’s gloved finger thumbed at the metal contraption, and a sharp clicking sound pierced through the air like a bullet. The sound alone spurred Leo into action, fumbling to slam the phone back down into its slot on his desk. A trembling sigh left his lips, feeling a hot tear bead down his cheek.

The man’s lip quirked into a small smirk. “There we go.”

The secretary’s hands were shaking as he lifted them weakly into the air, sticking close to his desk. The mercenary reached up to something on his shoulder, pushing his fingers against it. A loud crackling sound was heard.

“We have a bit of a problem,” he sighed. His voice was smooth, and it was making Leo shiver. “Can you make room for another?”

There was a muffled voice on the other end as Leo’s breathing picked up. Make room for another? What did that mean? The man released the communication device, redirecting his attention straight back to him. Leo’s eyes instantly flickered to the ground, pinching them shut.

“I-I didn’t see your face,” he shakily whispered.

The man scoffed in amusement. “It’s a bit late for that.”

“I won’t tell the cops, I promise! Please!”

“You just called them.” He raised a brow. “How can I trust you?”

Leo dissolved into a series of more tears. It felt like the gun was burning a hole straight through his forehead, unable to stop imagining that small bullet embedding in his brain. He shook his head from side to side. “I promise, I-I promise, please just let me go...”

The mercenary hummed, his eyes lacking any sort of compassion. He head turned aside for a moment, surveying his surrounding with one languid sweep. His heavy boots trailed along the carpet, coaxing Leo from his paranoid state. He cracked open one eye, too afraid any movement would cause the man to shoot him.

He gripped the back of one of the chairs, jerking it out from under the desk. The wheels smoothly rolled across the carpet as he swivelled it towards him, back facing Jacob’s door. His gloved hand patted the top, nudging the gun firmly.

“Sit.”

Leo didn’t need to be told twice. It took him a few horrible seconds to force his legs to move, staggering under his own weight. His fingers dug into the arm of the chair as he lowered himself down, shoulders tense. He half expected to feel the gun on the back of his skull, and a jarring pain before darkness, but the mercenary strode in front of him instead, gun hanging limply from his fingers.

Leo pressed his hands into his lap.

“You’re the secretary, aren’t you?” The man asked, his eyes flickering towards him. His mouth flopped open uselessly, before he quickly nodded his head. The man’s expression tightened.

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” he sighed, nonchalantly rubbing the gun against the side of his head. Maybe with some luck, he might accidentally shoot himself. “I didn’t see you when I disabled the cameras. How annoying. Where were you hiding?”

The gun tipped in his direction. Leo’s breath hitched in panic.

“Getting coffee!” He practically shrieked, pressing his back into the chair. “M-Mr Williams sent me on a coffee run, p-please don’t kill me!”

The mercenary’s eyes landed on the discarded coffee cup on the floor, before sliding back up to Leo’s pale face. He dragged his hand across his forehead, lowering the gun to slide it back into his belt. The secretary let out a trembling breath of relief, like a small weight had lifted off his shoulders.

“This is troublesome,” he groaned softly. “If you’d just stayed at your desk, this would have gone a lot smoother.”

Leo’s eyes widened in horror. The thought of never seeing the attack coming, throat being sliced from the shadows and soiling his own desk with blood. The mercenary seemed to read his thoughts easily.

“No, I wouldn’t have killed you,” he almost chuckled. “Just would’ve put you to sleep for a while. It’s always convenient to have somebody wake up and find the body. You got real unlucky, Mr Secretary; you even saw my face, too.”

He pulled out a bottle of liquid and a syringe from a pouch across his chest. Leo released a terrified sob, jolting in the chair. “No! Please, please don’t! I-I won’t tell, I swear, I won’t tell anybody, please!”

“Back in the seat,” the mercenary warned. Leo rigidly sank back, eyes burning with tears. He watched as the thin needle was pressed into the glass vial, and the plunger was slowly pulled outwards. He watched it fill the syringe, shaking in his boots.

“Please,” he croaked. The man ignored him.

“Like I said,” his voice echoed. “You weren’t supposed to be here tonight. I like to think I’m very thorough with my plans, so I find it odd you were in the right place, right time.”

He paused for a moment, pocketing the now empty vial. “Well, I guess now it would be wrong place, wrong time, huh?”

He took a step forward, and Leo’s heart began rising to his throat. The wheels on the chair stirred under his movement as his legs tensed underneath him. The accusation stabbed straight through his heart, scrambling against the arms of the chair.

“No,” he sobbed, careering backwards. “Don’t touch me!”

“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

The chair jerked backwards and when the mercenary was close enough to touch him, he struck him as hard as he could with his leg. He felt his shoe sink into his stomach, successfully knocking the wind out of his lungs. The syringe clattered to the ground, and Leo wheeled backwards, scrambling out of the chair as it smacked abruptly into the wall.

He knew it wouldn’t take long for a man that size to recover. He was stronger, broader and larger than Leo in every way shape and form, and he didn’t doubt he had a horrible chance of escaping from a hitman.

But he tried. Leo was a fast runner.

The adrenaline pumped through his veins in a merciless rush. His shoes were smacking against the hard ground, ricocheting up to his thighs, but he couldn’t care. Couldn’t think.

He reached the doorway and skidded around the corner, slamming into the wall. He leered off it like he had been burnt, using the sturdiness to give himself a firm boost. Just as he was about to begin his descent down the stairs, something firm wrapped around his waist, jerking him back. His feet swept off the ground and a second arm slipped around his neck, pulling him into a hard chest.

Leo let out a terrified scream and thrashed his limbs frantically, desperately, trying to tear free. He felt a gloved hand wind through his hair, yanking his temple painfully against the concrete wall. Leo saw stars burst across his vision as he was shoved violently into the ground, still flailing, still screaming for help.

He felt a burning pain shoot up his shoulder blades, the knee digging painfully into the flesh. His wrists were locked together by a single hand, twisting his arms back at an uncomfortable angle. Another pressed against his mouth, muffling his screams. He heard the mercenary sigh above him.

“Jesus, you’re quick!” He exclaimed, the grip on his wrists bruising. Leo only squirmed desperately, sobbing against his hand. “Did you do track at school? You really covered some ground there.”

The secretary pressed his head into the ground, shaking with fear. The man was far too strong to shake off, and he didn’t think he was going to get another chance for escape. The gloved hand slid from his mouth, and Leo did the only thing he could.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he wailed, dragging his shoes against the ground. “Please let me go! I-I won’t say...anything, just please let me go. I’m begging you!”

“Yeah, you are,” the mercenary shrugged. “But it’s not working.”

He felt a sharp jab in the side of his neck, tearing a pained gasp from his lips. A cold feeling starting spreading through his skin, causing a whimper to catch in his throat.

“No, no, please...” He whispered shakily, but the man wasn’t listening. There was another sharp crackling sound from the man’s shoulder.

“You here? I got another body, I’n gonna need you to—” He stopped, his voice becoming a little sharper. “No, not dead, a live one, you idiot. I can’t climb out the way I came with another person, can you...? Yes, the cameras. Can you get him to do that? No, look, how do you expect me to scale down the building with somebody on my shoulder? Right. Make it quick, there’s a chance the cops could be coming. I’ll...tell you later, get it done.”

Leo’s hearing was starting to go funny. A tingling sensation began building up right in the tips of his fingers, making him feel ridiculously sluggish. It looked like the walls were moving.

His movements quickly began to die down, until he could hardly gather enough strength to move anything at all. A small moan escaped his lips, his eyelids drooping. The mercenary’s weight lifted off him, turning him onto his back.

“That feels better, right? Like you’re floating on cloud nine,” he chuckled, a handsome grin gracing his lips. Leo whined softly as he was scooped off the ground, head rolling against the man’s chest. “Keep flying for a little bit. Just relax.”

So Leo did. He felt a gloved thumb brushing away the tears on his cheek, before his vision was completely consumed in a black mist.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 2 months

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"Write it down, Kim -- in Martinaise they just kill you because they don't *like* you."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Got it." He takes out his notebook. "Kill you -- because they don't like you. All because..."

"...because of some chick."

ALAIN - A wince. It's involuntary. "Bring that up *one more time* and you won't get to write that report."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - The man's fists under the table are balled -- you can tell from his neck and shoulders. He means it.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, I understand, Alain -- that's your name, right? Alain. You'll *kill* us." He scratches in his notebook. "That's what they do in the Wild North."

"They just hang you, like in the dark ages -- make a display of your corpse."

"They just hang you -- shoot you -- whatever! They can't even remember."

"They just hang you -- shoot you -- light you on fire. They don't care!"

FAT ANGUS - "It wasn't that, it wasn't..." the fat man says with a wheeze. "We didn't shoot him."

RHETORIC - That's it, that's the weak one -- you flushed him out. Now go in for the...

THEO - "Officer, you *will* be next if you don't shut up." The old man reaches for his belt, but his voice is strangely calm.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - Firearm! A Glace 08, or a .38 calibre pistol -- either is small enough for you to have missed.

RHETORIC - He's on to you. He knows what you're trying to do...

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - Steel yourself, push on. Just ignore Theo.

(Turn to Angus.) "Or what? You're gonna kill me like you killed him? FOR NO FUCKING REASON?"

(Turn to Theo.) "What happens if I keep talking? You gonna *kill* me too -- in this bar?! FOR NOTHING?!"

Look at Kim first.

THEO - "No." You see him shake his silvery head. His calm voice is almost kind now. "*I'm* not gonna do it. I'm too old for a shot like that now..."

"You hear that, Angus! They're gonna kill me too!"

"Wait. Let's go back. I want to say something else..."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - The most terrible fear. Bigger than any before.

KIM KITSURAGI - To your right, you sense the air move. The lieutenant draws his firearm.

TITUS HARDIE - You only manage to perform one more movement. An instinctive jerk to your left. Then -- no sound. No one screams. It's impossible to say where it comes from...

MORE DEAD COPS

Sad news from the district of Martinaise as the bodies of two police officers are found floating in the canal. It is believed the officers where pursuing a murder investigation but got caught in the dockworkers strike and were gunned down under unclear circumstances.

"Such needless loss of life is truly tragic," a local union leader Evrart Claire commented and added that although the event is truly horrid, we can expect similar incidents to follow if right-wing vigilantes are allowed to run around uncontrolled and try to wiggle their way into well-organized neighbourhoods."

Oops. Let's try that again.

3. Look at Kim first.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant has put down his notebook -- his hand is resting on his holster. He gives you an imperceptible nod.

RHETORIC - What? What does that mean?

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - Go for it -- the lieutenant has his eyes set on the fat guy. Push Angus. We're almost there.

(Turn to Angus.) "Or what? You're gonna kill me like you killed him? FOR NO FUCKING REASON?"

FAT ANGUS - "We didn't kill him! We didn't even *hang him*, he was dead when..." He takes a breath, wheezing.

ELIZABETH - "SHUT UP, ANGUS!"

"He was dead *before* you hanged him?"

SHANKY - "Fatty!" The little guy hits Angus on the back of the head. A loud slap. "Say one more thing to the cops and I'll..."

TITUS HARDIE - "DENNIS!" Titus roars. "Stand down or I'll beat your head in. Theo --" He points to the old man. "Take your hand off the belt -- this isn't '31. I've got this under control."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Does he? His closed fist is shaking... it's *you* who's in control. Let them have their moment.

FAT ANGUS - The room falls quiet. So quiet you can hear Angus wheeze.

TITUS HARDIE - "Angie, where's your goddamn inhaler? You sound like you're dying."

FAT ANGUS - "I left it home. I can't get it, I'm too fucked..." He grabs his chest. "I'm sorry."

ELIZABETH - "Why are you so fucking FAT, Angus?!" Lizzie snaps at him. "Now it's all pointless, because of *you*. You wasted my time. I told you, Titus --" she turns to him. "I told you to just give her up."

TITUS HARDIE - "Lizzie." He turns to the fixer. "Your help is no longer needed here. Go tell Evrart."

ELIZABETH - "Fine. I'll tell him. After a long walk along the *coast*." She walks off without looking back.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - What just happened between these two?

RHETORIC - You're in. He's all yours. Questions!

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

"I'm sorry I made you guys fight."

(Whisper) "Kim, we did it."

"So you *didn't* kill him. He was already dead."

"So, *who* killed the merc then? Any leads?"

"Whose idea was it to hang him anyway -- hers?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Me too."

2. (Whisper) "Kim, we did it."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives a smile only you can see.

3. "So you *didn't* kill him. He was already dead."

TITUS HARDIE - He nods.

KIM KITSURAGI - "You hanged the corpse to cover up the real cause of death -- the bullet in his head."

TITUS HARDIE - Another nod.

"Why?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Cause the girls asked us to. They were in some shit."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Girls plural? There's another girl? Two of them? Take note of this. They'll probably say more about her later.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Did *she* kill him?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Cop, I have no idea -- the girl says she didn't..."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He doesn't think she did. Or at least he *hopes* she didn't.

"What happened Sunday night?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Klaasje came down." He points to the stairs. "She seemed really out of it. Drugged up -- even more than usual. Bug eyed and gurning, you know? Not in a *fun* way."

"It looked like she'd redosed after something went down. I've seen that look before, she was scared. I knew someone had died."

"How did you know?"

TITUS HARDIE - "I've done this job for ten years. I've seen it before. It's the politician in the motel room with the dead hooker scenario -- only in reverse."

SHANKY - "Good analogy, boss." The rat-faced man snickers.

TITUS HARDIE - "You don't get to talk yet, Shanky." He points at him. "You're still on the bench -- and you keep taking it easy too, Angus." He turns back to you.

"What happened then?"

TITUS HARDIE - "We went upstairs. Sure as day the merc was dead. And there was a bullet hole through the window. Fucking..." He scratches his chin. "Dirty sheets and bottles everywhere."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - He means they'd been fucking?

TITUS HARDIE - "Tibbs patched the window. And the corpse -- we hanged."

4. "Who's Tibbs -- the eighth Hardie?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Nah, he's my brother. He's in the window replacement business."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Right now he's grateful he hasn't gotten his brother into this mess.

5. "If Klaasje didn't kill him -- why the cover up?"

TITUS HARDIE - "You may have noticed our girl's in some shit of her own."

"She told me some people were after her -- from Oranje. She wouldn't say more."

"I didn't notice anything -- what kind of *shit* are we talking about?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah -- she wouldn't. She's fucked if she shows up on police radar."

"These people -- who are they?"

TITUS HARDIE - "They're powerful." He looks out the window. "Connected to the Moralintern. She's clearly afraid for her life -- says if she showed up in your systems, she'd be ghosted away."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - That's all he knows -- that's all she's told him.

KIM KITSURAGI - "And why would you help someone like that? By taking on a murder?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Why *would* I?" He shrugs. "I guess we abide all sorts of runaways and losers here. It's a Martinaise thing."

6. "So, *who* killed the merc then? Any leads?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Not yet. Just some ideas. She says the shot came from outside, behind the window somewhere. So that's a clue."

"What are you thinking?"

"Got it. Tell me something else."

TITUS HARDIE - "I'm thinking -- someone's past caught up with them. Either hers or his."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hers -- you mean..."

TITUS HARDIE - "I mean the people after Klaasje. Maybe the shot missed. Maybe it was meant for *her*?"

EUGENE - "I like that." The young guy nods. "Been thinkin' the same thing myself."

"And you had ideas about *his* past too?"

TITUS HARDIE - "I do -- one of those mercenary buddies of his could've done it. They got guns. Training. Years of bad blood, probably. Or it could've been someone else from Krenel..." He pauses to think.

"Tell you what I'd do -- check out the coast for vantage points. Maybe consult with a ballistics buddy of mine -- that's what *I'd* do. If I wasn't too busy doing this clown dance with you."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - He's calm now. Threw all that turmoil away and became himself again.

LOGIC [Challenging: Success] - These theories -- not bad. Don't buy either one, but still. This guy's not as dumb as he looks.

7. "Whose idea was it to hang him anyway -- hers?"

TITUS HARDIE - "In a manner of speaking."

REACTION SPEED - Remember the two girls? He may be talking about the other one.

"Earlier you said the *girls* asked for your help. Was this the other girl?"

TITUS HARDIE - "That's right." He blinks. "It was her idea to hang him -- I liked it, for political reasons. It sent a good message."

+5 XP

"It's her, isn't it? The drug trafficker -- the missing eighth Hardie..."

TITUS HARDIE - The big guy steps toward you. "Fella, you think too much. Ease off, alright? You're gonna hurt your head."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - A little too far there -- but you're definitely right.

TITUS HARDIE - "That woman is just *affiliated* with the Hardie boys. You don't know her, anyway. "

"You know, it's okay for there to be a Hardie girl, Titus."

"Understood. Can you tell me anything about her? Name, current location?"

"You're going to stonewall me if I ask more about her, aren't you?"

TITUS HARDIE - His face sets like concrete. He shakes his head solemnly. "We're Hardie *boys* and that's *it*."

"Sure. But can you tell me anything about this *affiliate*? Name, current location?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Nope," he says. "You're not getting to her. It's Klaasje you want to talk to."

8. "Thank you for this, Titus. I'll go talk to her -- for the last time." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "You do that." He grabs his beer and swirls it in his hand, then thinks of something. "Hey, cop -- before you go."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Suddenly the wind picks up outside. You hear it rattling the large windows in their frames. It carries newspapers, circles the Whirling-in-Rags in a warm column...

TITUS HARDIE - "She..." He looks up. "Klaasje came to Martinaise to hide -- many of us did. This is where you wash up when there's nowhere left to go. The Union takes you in -- now, she *refused* that protection, but..."

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Still, after all this headache...

"But you would *still* prefer if we didn't take her away?"

"Good bye, Titus." [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "That's right. If we didn't take care of the people who end up here, this place would just be a couple of ruins and some cargo containers."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We'll take that into account." The lieutenant slides his notebook into his coat pocket. He turns to leave.

It's now after 22:00. We should go meet with the communists soon, but first...

BLUE DOOR - You see a heavy steel door with a prominent dimple lock. It's painted blue.

Try the 'Workshop Spare' key on the door.

BLUE DOOR - The key fits the dimple lock. It takes a bit of effort to turn it after all these years, but then -- the lock clicks.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Dust rises before you like mist. A tomb? Haunted by regal spirits from distant ages...

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Easy: Success] - No. Smells like engine grease and cut wood. A workshop.

This pinball says 'Franconigerian'. The theme is horses and swords.

This pinball is 'White Deora'. The backglass shows a female figure in mourning.

A note: "NB! The spare key is tied to the bush outside the corner room window!"

INTERFACING - Over there, in the corner?

The pinball machine?

Ignore the machine.

INTERFACING - Not just any pinball machine. This is the pinnacle of pinball. 'Cornelius Gurdi and the Mountain Goats'. It's lit. You can't wait to get your hands on it.

"Kim, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" (Point to the machine.)

"Let's take a closer look." (Pull out the machine.)

No, I'm out. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "The pinball machine?" The lieutenant glances at the machine. "Gurdi's Goats. A classic."

"Wait, you've played it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "A little."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Feels like a *lot*. Too much to play it again.

2. No, I'm out. [Leave.]

We've got no time for pinball now. In fact... let's come back to the Whirling later, when we don't have a meeting to attend.

INTERFACING - All these mesmerizing machines, just waiting to be plugged back in and played.

Run your finger across the dust of the 'White Deora' machine.

[Discard thought.]

INTERFACING - Feels like it might jump back to life any moment, the lights illuminating the white robed woman.

"What's 'White Deora'?"

"How about we fire one of these bad boys up and play some ball?"

"Let's move on then." [Finish thought.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Some kind of..." He looks around, thinking. "Inane pinball theme -- probably related to Messina during the Dolorian age. The *history themes* are the worst."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - The lieutenant grimaces, looking at the machines.

2. "How about we fire one of these bad boys up and play some ball?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "You can't *fire* them up, they're broken. Only that one machine in the main hall works. The Royalist Pinball." He looks away.

HALF LIGHT [Easy: Success] - What a dumb name -- Royalist Pinball. If they weren't broken, he would kick one of these machines about now.

3. "Sounds like you don't enjoy pinball, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, I love it -- I love pinball. Who doesn't love pinball? Let's move on."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - He doesn't.

4. "What about that other one -- the Franconigerian Ball. Wanna play that?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No."

5. [Encylopedia - Medium 10] Think: Kim Kitsuragi... Kim Kitsuragi...

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi!

Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi, AKA Kimball?

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Exactly. That's what he's known as. His reputation proceeds him!

"You're Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi."

"Hey, Kimball."

I'm not gonna talk to him about that.

KIM KITSURAGI - "So *now* he remembers..." He looks at you in the silence of the workshop -- then takes his glasses off and cleans them.

Fine. I'm Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi." he puts them back on. "AKA The Kimball. You remembered -- congratulations."

"Wait, but I still can't remember anything *else*."

"You don't seem to really 'like' pinball."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Wonderful. He *only* remembers hearing about the *pinball policeman*."

"You don't seem to really 'like' pinball."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No human being should. It is a game that requires no skill and a childlike affinity to flashing lights. And to *fantastique*, science fiction, and historic romance franchises."

"It is *lame*."

"Then why are you called Pinball?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I am not *called* Pinball. It was used to taunt me -- a long time ago. *Before* I became a homicide detective. And got my lieutenancy."

"How did you..."

KIM KITSURAGI - He puts his glasses back on. "Fine. I was a juvenile police officer -- for over 15 years. It's how I started out in the RCM. Once I had to infiltrate a pinball ring. As you do -- when you're a juvie cop."

"Lame."

"Okay."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Unbelievably," he nods. "To do that I needed to become a... *pinball champion*. I trained for nine months. The job was successful and I was moved out of the juvenile wing -- to homicide."

"End of story."

+5 XP

"You were a juvie cop for 15 years?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "That time is over now." He looks at the pinball machine and breathes in. "I was already a 38 year old man. It was unbecoming. As was playing pinball."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - So that's why he doesn't want to talk to Cuno. Trauma-and-Stressor Disorder from being a juvie cop.

"Wait, so *that's* why you didn't talk to Cuno."

"I'm gonna call you Pinball now."

"I'm gonna call you *Kimball* now."

"Don't worry, I'll keep calling you Kim."

"You're Lieutenant Kitsuragi to me."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's best if *you* handle the juvenile delinquents," he nods.

4. "You're Lieutenant Kitsuragi to me."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Not only to you -- I am *Lieutenant Kitsuragi* to everyone." He nods. "Now -- we really need to continue our sweep of what appears to be a secret path through the Whirling."

+1 Reputation

Sorry, Kim, but now we *really* need to meet with the communists. We'll be back later -- tonight, if we have time.

There's a red light pulsating behind this door.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - As you approach the metal grille you can hear several voices having what appears to be an animated discussion.

RHETORIC - This must be it. Beyond this door lies the beating heart of radical communism in Martinaise.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Easy: Success] - Somehow the night air softens the smell of trash and sea brine. As the breeze pulls through the canvas like a shuttle through a loom you catch a hint of something unexpected, something earthy, warm, and burnt...

RHETORIC - The acrid smell of failure...

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - No, that's just slightly burnt coffee. A smell you would recognise anywhere.

CINDY THE SKULL - "Just look at these pigs, sniffing about after-hours..."

"Why didn't you say the secret door was *right behind you*?"

"Hey, it's past curfew! Get to bed, Cindy!"

(Ignore her.)

CINDY THE SKULL - "Must have slipped my mind. You know how it goes." She gives you a lackadaisical shrug.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - The metal grille is cool to the touch.

KIM KITSURAGI - You notice the lieutenant is looking uncustomarily anxious. His posture is rigid, his right hand hovers near the zipper of his jacket.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - He wants so badly to draw his Armistice, but he also doesn't *want* to want to draw it.

"You okay, Kim?"

"Relax, they're only communists."

Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Oh, I'm fine. I was practically *born* to infiltrate underground communist cells..." He takes a quick look over his shoulder.

"Which is just to say: We should be prepared for *any* eventuality."

Try to listen.

Bang on the grille.

[Leave.]

METAL GRILLE DOOR - You can make out at least two separate voices.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Two voices, both male. Approximately early 20s.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - "... Careful with those now..."

"I have it. It's going to work, I can feel it..."

2. Bang on the grille.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - The clang of metal reverberates all along the scaffolding. The voices coming from the other side fall silent.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A pair of frightened hares cowering in some dark crevice of their burrow.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - "Who's there? Is that you, Maurice?"

"It's not Maurice, it's the police!"

"That's right. It is I… Maurice."

"Are you all communists? I'm looking for some communists."

METAL GRILLE DOOR - "Come crawling back already? Get out of here, traitor!"

"Uhh..."

"I'm not actually Maurice. I'm trying to get organised. Can you help me?"

METAL GRILLE DOOR - "That's right!" Another voice jumps in. "Take your miniscule, bourgeois turnips and get lost!"

DRAMA [Godly: Failure] - Face it, sire, your little subterfuge isn't leading anywhere.

"I'm not actually Maurice. I'm trying to get organised. Can you help me?"

METAL GRILLE DOOR - For a moment, silence.

"What's the passphrase?"

"It's 'Blessed are the sausage grinders'."

"It's 'We await the silent mole empire'."

"It's 'The end times cometh'."

"It's 'Disco Supernova'."

"Is it '1234'?"

"It's 'Remember Dobreva and Abadanaiz'."

"Look, I don't know your passphrase. Could you just let me in?"

METAL GRILLE DOOR - There's no response. You begin to wonder whether they've slipped out some back way...

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - No! They're still there. You can *feel* them back there.

METAL GRILLE DOOR - "Alright. The key's taped to the back of the doorframe. Just make sure you put it back when you're done or we'll all be locked out..."

"And do watch the concrete. It just kind of... falls away... in places."

KIM KITSURAGI - "*Charmant*. After you, detective."

CINDY THE SKULL - "Have fun at your *underground meeting*, pig. Hope it's a *blast*."

🎵 Ignus Nilsen Waltz

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - The two young men are either oblivious to or ignoring your entrance. Their attentions are fixed on whatever it is they're stacking in the middle of the floor...

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - Matchboxes, it appears.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - "I think it's holding, Ulixes..."

ECHO MAKER - "It is, it's holding!"

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - It's definitely not holding. Those matchboxes are stacked so haphazardly it's like they *want* them to collapse.

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - "Careful, careful!"

"Damn. Hardly any difference..." The young man shakes his head, and then looks up at you and the lieutenant with barely concealed irritation...

"You two. You're late."

ECHO MAKER - "They should know the meeting starts at 22.00 *sharp*." His companion looks up at you and squints.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - One leader and one follower, the most ancient power dynamic.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - There's a great deal of tension in this young man's shoulders, more than someone his age should bear...

Meanwhile, his companion inclines toward him, eager to catch every word that dribbles from his friend's mouth.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Don't let them see you *flustered*, ssssire. Play along...

"You weren't exactly easy to find."

"What am I late *for* exactly?"

(Play along.) "My apologies, comrades. I had to be sure I wasn't being tailed... by our *class enemies*."

[Leave.]

STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - "Mmmm." The young man considers you a moment...

"We all have to take precautions, especially during these delicate times. What matters is that you've made it, and that you've done the reading."

DRAMA [Impossible: Failure] - Uh oh. No one said anything about *reading*. You'll just have to wing this one.

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