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sebscore · 11 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do female driver and her side of the garage shenanigans. Like her and her team just being besties and entertaining. Love your work can’t wait to see what you do next!

MONTE-CARLO MADNESS

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. slight slander of two dutchmen (nothing too serious). mention of checo’s quali crash last year.

author's note: i was bored during the race so i wrote this :) I know it’s not exactly what you asked, but it does include more of her and marco 💜 (also, I know that gif is from 2021, but it was too beautiful not to use lol)

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''Y/N!'' A hand on her shoulder pulled her attention away from her conversation with her engineer, and to the older German man next to her. ''Norbert! Hey, how are you?''

''I'm in Monaco!'' He exclaimed, pulling the young woman in a hug.

The driver's face broke out in a smile, endeared by Norbert's excitement over being in the foreign country. ''Yeah, you are!'' She laughed, her face resting on his shoulder.

''Can I get a hug too?''

Her eyes widened as she recognised the voice, pulling away from the older man, she was met with the bright smile of Sebastian. ''Seb!''

Y/N almost jumped into her mentor's arms, delighted to see him for the first time in months. ''What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming.'' She held an accusing but disbelieving tone, shocked to see him in Monte-Carlo out of all races.

''Surprise!'' He joked, holding up his arms as if it were a surprise party.

The woman slapped his arm in return. ''When did you get here?'' She asked him, still in shock about the former driver's appearance.

''Just now, my dad and Fabian got here yesterday- I came by car.'' Sebastian answered, pointing at his father who was busy catching up with the Aston Martin team.

''Of course you did,'' Y/N chuckled at the mention of his transport, ''are you staying here the entire weekend?''

The German shook his head. ''No, just today- Stefano invited me, I'll be there for the driver's briefing, though.'' He clarified, pouting at the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

''That's nice, everyone will be happy to see you.'' She was slightly let down about his one-day visit, having hoped he would at least watch qualifying on Saturday.

Sebastian nodded. ''Yeah, it will be nice to see all the drivers again.''

''You know,'' Y/N spoke up, catching his attention, ''retirement doesn't really suit you- I think you should come back.'' She smirked, a mischievous grin on her face.

The older man let out a chuckle, shaking his head. ''I put on some nice clothes for you today, I'm hurt.'' He feigned to be hurt by her words, an overdramatic pout hanging on his lips.

''It's definitely better than the usual attire, for sure.'' The driver glanced his outfit up and down, the man wearing blue pants and a white loose shirt.

Sebastian simply laughed, scratching his voice. ''So, uh, how are you feeling about the race?'' He asked her.

Y/N unsurely nodded her head, not too confident. ''The car felt good today so I think there's a good chance for pole.'' The first free practice of the GP had gone well, taking the second top spot right before Lewis.

''Well, I'm quite confident you're gonna take pole.'' Sebastian retorted, matter-of-factly.

The young woman snorted at his response. ''Thanks, I'll keep that in mind when I'm in the car.''

The German patted her shoulder. ''I hope you win,'' he confessed, a serious expression on his face, ''I like Max, but the Dutch anthem is not to my taste.'' Sebastian grinned

''You won last year. Who says you can't do it again or at least make it onto the podium?'' He didn't expect an answer out of her, he just wanted her to feel more confident in herself and especially at a circuit she had consecutively done well at.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''Last year, I got lucky with Checo's crash during quali and with the Ferrari strategy. The Red Bulls are way too fast, Seb. I'll be happy with a podium.''

The young driver knew a win would be practically impossible if either one of the RBR cars made it in front of her in qualifying. The previous year, she managed to qualify P3 behind the two red cars and due to Ferrari's disaster class, she was the first to take the chequered flag.

''But you still held up the Red Bulls last year, you're being too negative.'' Sebastian argued, discontent about her certainty that she wouldn't win again.

''It's whatever, anyway- I have to discuss some things with Marco. I'll see you later?'' Y/N made the move to leave, sticking out her fist.

Sebastian bumped his fist against hers. ''Yes, Turn that frown upside down, Y/N!'' He yelled after her as she walked away, resulting in a joking middle finger from the young woman.

''What's the best time now? I have one more lap in me, if I need to.'' Y/N asked her engineer over the radio, on an out lap.

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds. ''Uh, the leaderboard is very chaotic right now, it changes every time a driver crosses the line.''

''Who is on top now?''

''De Vries.''

''Are you fucking serious?''

She knew Monaco qualifying would be absolute madness, but an Alpha Tauri on top of the leaderboard? She was not expecting that.

''Push for one more lap- we're safe, but everything is changing very fast.'' Marco encouraged her to do one more flying lap, wanting to be confident they made it into the next round of qualifying.

Y/N was the last car on the circuit starting her last lap right before the time of the quali session ran out. She had the fastest second sector and crossed the line, moving up to P2 and being safe from elimination.

''We're good, nice job!'' Marco complimented her, confirming that she made it into Q2.

''He he, that was a little scary.''

''You gotta push like a beast now, Y/N! Verstappen on pole now and no one is behind you.'' Marco's words sounded over the radio, doing his best to hype her up as this was their last chance to take the pole position.

''Copy.'' She simply answered, before starting her flying lap.

''Y/L goes faster than Verstappen in the first sector. Look at how she's pushing the car to its limits! It's absolutely unbelievable!'' Crofty's voice boomed through the speakers.

''A purple second sector as well! Is Y/L going to take her first pole position in Monaco? She's very close!'' Ted continued, his eyes glued to the big screen.

''UNBELIEVABLE STUFF! Y/N Y/L TAKES THE POLE POSITION HERE IN MONACO! SHE SURPASSES THE RED BULL OF MAX VERSTAPPEN TO SET THE FASTEST TIME! WHAT A PERFORMANCE BY THE TALENTED YOUNG WOMAN! WHAT A LAP!'' The commentators couldn't believe it as they saw her name rising to the very top of the leaderboard, not expecting her to set a better time than the Red Bull car.

''YOU DID IT! POLE POSITION, Y/N! YOU DROVE LIKE A MANIAC!'' Marco shouts over the radio, trying his best to give his congrats as their entire team jumps around him.

Her eyes widened as she took in the news. ''I'M ON POLE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WOOOOO!!! MONACO BABY!'' The driver loudly exclaimed, so loud that her team had to remove their headphones from their ears.

''Guys, I'm so proud of all of you! Everyone worked so hard and this is for the entire team, thank you so much!'' Y/N expressed her appreciation for her team, knowing she couldn't have done it without them.

She made it to Parc Fermé and parked behind the No. 1 standee, already seeing Charles and Max there. It took her some time to get out of the car as it was difficult to turn everything off with shaking hands.

The young woman stood on top of her car and threw her hands in the air, pointing at her team who cheered for her- along with the crowd who went crazy at the sudden turn of events.

She ran to her team, immediately hugging Marco upon spotting him at the front of the fence. ''I told you to drive like a beast, not a maniac!'' He laughed, patting her back.

''I don't remember anything from that lap, I think I blacked out.'' Y/N told him, pulling away from him and shaking the hands of the rest of the team.

Charles was the first one of the drivers to congratulate her. ''That was crazy, congrats.'' The former Prema teammates hugged each other.

''Thanks, it was absolute chaos out there,'' she sighed, taking off her helmet and balaclava, ''I know you wanted a different result, but you still did well.'' The younger one told the Ferrari driver who simply brushed it off.

''You fucker!'' A sudden slap on her arm, took her focus off Charles. ''How did you do that?''

She found the smiling face of Max, holding out his hand for a typical driver's greeting. ''Dude, I don't know! I for sure thought it was over for me.'' She told him, a shocked expression still on her face.

''Congrats, you deserve it.'' The Dutchman praised her, a genuine tone found.

Y/N nodded her head at him. ''Thanks, appreciate it.''

''It's the three of us again.'' The Red Bull driver laughed, pointing at the three of them as it was also the same trio in Baku, just a different order.

Charles sighed. ''I have to meet with the stewards after the interviews so I don't know if I'm gonna stay at P3.'' He told them, confusing the two other drivers.

''What do you mean?'' Y/N asked him.

''Lando was on a flying lap and I got in his way- in the tunnel.'' The Monégasque explained, informing them on the unfortunate moment.

Max frowned. ''That's not good, no. You didn't saw him coming?''

''The team didn't tell me.'' Charles answered, holding in the urge to roll his eyes.

''They didn't tell you that Lando was coming? That's fucked up.'' The youngest one said, puzzled on why this even happened in the first place.

The Ferrari driver shook his head. ''I'm gonna get a penalty for a mistake I didn't make.'' The defeated look on Charles' face upsetted both of his competitors, disappointed that the Monaco curse had found its way to him again.

A silence fell upon them, not knowing what to say as the three of them were all feeling very different emotions after the chaotic qualifying session.

''Well, I'm gonna grab my award.'' Y/N sheepishly smiled, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.

The two men nodded at her as she walked away, but she turned around as a thought came into her brain. ''Oh and Charles?''

''Yes?''

''Tell them it was just an inchident.''

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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - ransom realises there is one sexual experience he hasn't done yet and decides he'll get it over with before anyone finds out about it.

warning - smut, gloryhole, daddy kink, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Ransom slams the door as he exits his car, his face set in a permanent scowl, “Fucking family.” He huffs, wondering when they will finally get hit by some sort of disaster, wiping them off the face of the planet. Ransom stuffs his hands into the pockets of his expensive coat, walking toward the brightly lit building. Ransom was known to be adventurous, especially when it came to sex, he had done nearly everything, so to learn he’s never tried a gloryhole before was absurd, and he couldn’t have anyone finding out about it.

He grunts as he opens the door, quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe whatever germs that could’ve been on that handle. Ransom walks over to the counter, leaning against it and giving the woman behind it a smirk. “Hello, sweets. I want your best girl.” He pulls a wad of cash from his wallet and slams it down, winking as she points him to the room. Ransom saunters down the hall and enters the room.

He looked around, being assured that these were the best in the business. Ransom walked around the room, checking out each woman, shaking his head when he didn’t see one he liked. He didn’t want his first experience to be horrible. He wanted the best. He paid for the best, so he should receive it. When his eyes landed on you, he knew you were perfect by how his cock twitched, swelling rapidly beneath his pants.

Ransom walks closer to your hole, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt, enjoying how you are already lying on your back, his favourite position. He loves to watch the bulge appear in women’s tummies as he fucks into them. His thick member splitting and stretching them open, and he groans as he imagines what you would look like. “You’re a pretty sight, sweetheart. Are you ready to be split open by Daddy? You’ll definitely be begging for more, cockdrunk, from being fucked by me.”

You shake your head, smiling slightly at his words. You’ve dealt with many men, ranging from soft to sweet to cocky to downright rude. He was definitely in the cocky department, but you decided to give him a chance. You weren’t going to lie. His words made you drip. “Show me what you got, Sugar. I don’t think I quite believe you… I’ve had a lot of men promise me a good time.” You smirk, wanting to mess with him a bit to see if he’ll either get angry and storm off or follow through with his promise.

“Oh, sweetheart… You should know that you don’t mess with Daddy, or he won’t let you cum.” Ransom growls, pressing his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt, not caring in the slightest if your juices stain his expensive slacks. His finger traces up your leg, tapping against your thigh. “You want to cum, don’t you?” You throb, face heating up as he speaks. His hand slaps your sopping cunt, causing you to squeak. “Speak slut.”

“Yes, yes! I want to cum, please!” You couldn’t believe you were already begging, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Ransom smirked, moving his hands to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his thick, throbbing member. He strokes it, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb across his leaking tip. Ransom eyes your cunt, watching it slicken even more as you listen to him touch himself.

He rubs his mushroom tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing in. Ransom groans, wondering how the fuck you could be so tight when you work at a place like this. He grips your hips, bottoming out inside you. “Jesus, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your cervix, stretching you wider than anyone else before. “After I’m done with you, you won’t want anyone else.” Ransom pulls you closer, setting a pace, thrusting hard and fast. He grunts when he sees the bulge forming, his thick tip pounding into you, hitting spots that have never been hit before.

“I’m yours! I’m yours! Oh, god!” Your head flies back, arms flying upwards and clutching the pillow underneath you. Your body moves up and down the bed, legs falling open for the man to continue to use you. You felt so close already, the band inside of you begging to snap. Your legs wrap around him, bringing him closer, needing to feel every part of him. “Please let me cum!”

Ransom moans, eyes slipping closed as his head tilts back, feeling your walls throb and pulsate around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure you’ve been good enough?” He squeezes your hips, pounding harder into you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. His hand moves between you, locating your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching it.

“Yes! I’ve been so good, please!” Your screams bounce off the walls, feeling yourself throb like crazy. Your cunt swallowing his cock deeper, back arching. “Please!”

“Cum, slut.” Ransom growls, thrusting faster, rubbing your clit. “Cum for Daddy.”

“Daddy!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your vision becomes white as the most intense orgasm washes over you, your juices squirting out and covering the mystery man’s expensive clothes. Once your orgasm has passed, you sag into the bed, letting out soft moans as he continues to destroy you.

“Fuck, you dirty slut! You’ve ruined my clothes.” Ransom growls, fucking into you roughly, feeling his balls tighten and his tip swell as his cock throbs. “I’m gonna paint your pretty walls with my cum.” You moan as thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. Ransom doesn’t dare rest his head on the wall before him, not wanting to catch a disease. He pulls his softened cock from your used hole, tucking it back into his slacks. “Your pretty little pussy looks so good stuffed with my cum.”

Those are the last words you hear out of the stranger’s mouth as he turns and leaves. Ransom places his sunnies over his eyes, ignoring the woman ogling him at the counter and heading back outside to where his car is parked. He knows he’ll be back. You were worth his money, and maybe one day he will get you out of The Strawberry Shack and take you home, making you his own personal slut.

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noroi1000 · 10 months

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Love Hotel

Dom Gojo x Sub fem reader

Summary: The only hotel in the area is the love hotel. After completing the mission, you went there with your friend.To rest before returning to home. There is only one bed...And he also had a plan...While you were in the shower, he started masturbating...He asked you for help.

Warnings: NSFW (oral-men receiving; breeding kink, size difference kink; masturbation; degradation kink)

Words: 4k

"You really don't have two separate rooms?" you asked as you stood in front of the receptionist's counter.

Her face was hidden behind dull glass.

"Sorry. We only have this. All other rooms are occupied." She replied looking at you and Gojo next to you, even though she couldn't see your faces.

Love hotels must ensure discretion. And you just found one where the service is behind frosted glass.

This woman was wondering why you guys came to a love hotel if you want separate rooms anyway.

Either you have other partners or you want to sleep.

However, overnight bookings do not start until 10pm. There's still half an hour left.

However, even if you want to spend the night here, there is only one large room available.

You thought of something that might happen... Since people come here for a few hours just to have sex, maybe a room will open up soon.

"Are there any bookings that are ending?" you asked.

You'd be a little disgusted to sleep in a bed where someone just fucked, but this hotel looks expensive. So the staff will definitely change the sheets after each guest.

But you'd send Gojo there anyway.

You finished the mission an hour ago. However, you would have to wait two hours for the next train to Tokyo. And it's late.

That's why you wanted to sleep.

However, the closest possible hotel was a love hotel...

That's why you already casually went there with him...

But to spite you, there was only one room...

"Unfortunately, they all end in three hours. Or four." she said. You heard the computer keyboard tapping as she checked.

You sighed.

The woman looked again at the outline of the White Haired Man.

She thought you came to the love hotel with the old man... She really thought so... Because he has white hair, and he's a man...

He's just grey. And that's why this idea popped into her mind.

"The only room available is large. Larger than a typical double." she said.

There's a light bulb in your mind.

Larger than a double? So is there a chance there are two beds?

"We'll take it." Gojo said suddenly as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows.

The woman handed the terminal under the window so that he could pay. And you saw how he pays easily.

You took the key from her as she handed it to you. And you went to the elevator.

As you left, he leaned back lightly against the counter.

"What are the amenities of the room?" he asked with a small smile.

Good thing the receptionist didn't see his demonic mind.

He wanted to see your face when you see that there is one bed and you will have to sleep there together.

You're friends, but when he's around, you run away from him and you're able to hit him when he has weird ideas.

It's such a friendship.

You know each other from work, you talk to each other. You go to lunch sometimes. You go on missions when you don't need only destructive power and you need to find something.

You have nothing against your presence. Especially him because he loves when he can be with you. Everything he did with you was his good memories.

However, he very much wants to see your reaction to what he wants to do. will you scream? Run away? Will you beat him?

Or will everything go according to his plan and you agree? If you want him to stop, you'll have to agree.

He liked you. Even very much. But he liked watching your nervous reactions just as much.

That's why he wanted to do it.

And also to make sure you can get closer somehow.

"Um... King Size bed, access to bathroom with shower, TV. Locker facilities with extra bedding, towels and bathrobes."

"All right. Thanks for the info." He said cheerfully before walking off to join you in the elevator.

"Why are you smiling like that?" you asked, looking at the magnetic key to the door. They don't even have regular keys in this hotel, just these.... It's really one of the more expensive hotels...

"Oh, nothing ~." He nodded with the same smile.

"You know something I don't. Tell me now! Why are you smiling like that again?!"

"You'll find out soon~." He hummed, lifting one piece of the blindfold to look at you with one eye.

His voice was still humming as he watched as your cheeks scowled at his answer.

Moments later, you reached your floor and, walking in front of him, began to look for the correct number on the door.

And when you found it, the key opened the door for you. So you opened the door waiting for him to follow you as well.

But when you turned on the lights, you saw that the room is quite large, however most of the space is occupied by a large bed placed in the middle of the room. Opposite the end of the bed there is a TV set, the entrance to the bathroom is on the side.

It was nice but there was one problem...

It was supposed to be a larger than a standard double room...

"Are those jokes?! One bed?!" You moaned quite loudly and his big hand suddenly appeared over your mouth, covering half of your face.

"People have rooms all around." He said still with the same smile as he hushed you.

"Those walls are probably soundproof." You said as you grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand away. "I'll go down to the front desk to ask if they have any mattresses."

"Will you sleep on the floor?" he asked.

His hand appeared on the door before you could open it.

"You will sleep on the floor." You smiled victoriously. "For me it is important to get enough sleep. But since you don't want to be a gentleman, I can sleep on a mattress."

His hands suddenly appeared on either side of your body as he stood in front of you.

He held the door with one hand while he closed the lock with the other.

"That's not cool, Gojo..." You muttered as you tried to grab the key in his hand, but he quickly shoved it into the pocket of his top uniform.

"We can sleep in the same bed. It's big enough that it shouldn't be a problem for you. Besides, compared to me, you won't take up much space. We'll be a perfect match, so we'll both fit in."

You blushed slightly at the idea that you were sleeping with him in the same bed, under the same covers...

What did he mean by fitting in?

Won't you take up a lot of space?

"You know... You're shorter than me. So it will be easy for us to adjust the sizes somehow ~." He smiled as he walked closer and put his hand on your head, showing that you are shorter.

Hardly anyone is taller than a six-foot guy like him!

Not many people reach his height!

"Come on, we can sleep in the same bed one night. true, (y/n)~?"

You sighed and put your hand under his chest, pushing him slightly away from you.

"Fine... Since it's only one night..."

"One night, but there may be more later~." He thought as he saw you walk away to see if there were towels in the sliding wardrobe.

He himself didn't even know why he had such a plan. But somehow he figured it out when he found out there was only one room, and that you were in a love hotel.

And since love hotels are most often used only for sex, no one will throw him out of here.

The main reason for his plan is to tease you.

And the secondary reason is the desire to see if you would be able to do something with him ... Or be closer to him than just work friends.

Because since he knows you, he doesn't consider you someone who couldn't be closer to him.

He's already rooted you in his life, so why can't he see if you could do one thing closer to him?

There aren't many people that close to him, but he would like you to be even closer.

What if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? You're nice and funny. Sweet. By the way, he likes you. So this plan is justified.

Besides, he'd like to see you blush when you see something he's planning.

"I'm going to take a shower. We'll sort out how we sleep later." You said as you walked around the bed and into the bathroom, giving him that look he loved.

An innocent look when you don't know what he's planning. Your normal face. It's so exciting.

Even if he didn't have a plan, he did the same. Because he wouldn't have anything to do here without you.

He couldn't go to sleep because he had to wait for you to come.

He grabbed the TV remote and turned on the screen as he sat on the edge of the bed.

As it should be in a love hotel, you could turn on a porn site on the TV.

Just as he expected.

He kept scrolling through the strip, but he couldn't think.

He finally found a video he liked. "A smaller girl fucked by a tall guy with a big cock."

As soon as the video started, he was imagining your face instead of the one in the video.

And instead of the guy who started fucking her mercilessly, it was him. He imagined his own cock disappearing into your pussy like in a video.

He kept seeing your face instead of the woman's face. And then he focused on the view of big cock stretching her pussy.

He already noticed that he was bigger than this guy, but he didn't complain since it was needed for his plan.

And just knowing that he was imagining it was you instead of that girl made his pants feel tight.

Therefore, not to delay any longer, he unbuckled his belt and pants, pulling out his already hardened penis from his boxers, which lay down softly on his stomach as he took off the top of his uniform to stay in his black T-shirt.

He lifted the blindfold, taking it off. And let his white hair fall over his face before running his fingers through it.

Staring at the close-up of the girl's pussy stretching in the video, he spat into his hand, and grabbed his dick lying on his shirt, smearing the skin to make it slippery.

Then he started moving his hand up and down with the pace the guy was fucking the girl with.

Your face was still in his eyes instead of hers.

That made him even more excited. It may not have been perfectly good and appropriate behavior and thoughts, however, at that moment, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

To make you a little nervous, to see your embarrassment as you see it, and to see if you can reach higher heights in your relationship.

He was very focused on the video and imagining him inside your pussy. So he mindlessly rocked his hips to fuck his saliva-slick fist.

What he didn't know was that a few minutes later you finished showering and entered the room.

As you adjust your robe over your spare set of clothes that you took just in case, you looked at the scene unfolding in front of you.

Porn on the screen and Satoru, sitting in front of the suspended TV, is fucking his fist. And he doesn't seem to see you at all!

He's more focused on watching!

If only you knew he was imagining your face...

With a red face at the sight of his hard (big) cock in his hand, you grabbed the first thing hanging from your arm. It was a wet towel.

And you threw it in his face, screaming in embarrassment.

"Satoru!"

He let go of his cock and took the towel off his face, setting it aside.

He looked at you questioningly and turned to you sideways.

A throbbing hard cock sticking out of his pants.

"You pervert!" you screamed, covering your eyes.

He laughed, and clicked pause on the video, the sounds of which echoed around the room.

"what?" he murmured.

"Go to the bathroom! Get dressed! You're so perverted!"

"I'm in a love hotel. Here you can do anything perverted." You could hear in his voice that he was smiling.

"Stop it!"

"What should I stop doing? Talk or jerk off?"

"Stop touching yourself!"

"Huh~..."

"Just go to the bathroom!" You pointed to the door while keeping your eyes closed. "And stop masturbating on the bed I'm supposed to sleep on!"

"If you want me to stop, help me with my boner."

He spoke, leaving your eyes suddenly wide.

"H-Help?!"

He suddenly got up and walked over to you.

You took two steps away from him because his erection was there, facing you.

You also couldn't help but think that if he came now, your clean body would be dirty.

"You know... It'll go faster if you help me..."

"Y-You're..."

"I politely ask for help. If you agree, it will be faster and we will forget about it sooner. We'll be able to go to sleep~."

You looked into his eyes, and you didn't read a single bit of a lie there.

You don't know if he was really telling the truth or if his eyes were just so mesmerizing that you couldn't think of him making fun of you.

"Satoru... You..."

"Will you help me?" he asked, looking at you sadly.

"...Fine..." you muttered with a red face.

Now you know what that means for you...

You have to help him by touching his cock... Your friend's cock...

You saw his smile when you said that, and he suddenly pulled you over and told you to sit on the bed.

Once you were positioned exactly on the soft mattress, you looked straight ahead, and quickly pulled your head back.

His red tip was in front of your face.

"You promised you'd help me..." he moaned sadly.

He really could play to make you feel sorry for him...

That sad voice he simulates to make you pay attention to him.

"Sā~ Touch me~." Hearing his voice, bordering on a whisper, you felt your body tense. All because of his voice.

You tentatively placed your fingers on his damp shaft until you wrapped your entire hand around it. Massaging the slightly stringy skin.

You looked up to see his little smile as he looked down at your smaller hand touching his cock.

You're as much smaller than he thought.

His cock will feel so good inside your tight little pussy...

You will fit well in his hands until you moan under him.

Your pussy must be as tight as he thought. Because if he were to talk about how he loves that you're smaller than him, everything would be different. Even though he's sure your pussy as well as your mouth and ass will be so tight for him.

He'll be able to fit you up with him and fill you with cum.

Watching his lovely little friend lie beneath him, totally fucked, with his cum flowing out of you.

That's what you do in a love hotel. He thinks about sex. He fucks with impunity.

You got a little closer to him, opening your mouth to let part of his tip inside. With the same blush. Or even deeper red.

It was then that his demonic side was fully revealed.

He placed his hand on your head, urging you to take more of his.

You opened your mouth tighter so that the entire tip of it showed up on your tongue. And then he lightly pushed his hips, showing that he wanted deeper.

He wanted to feel more of your lips.

You pulled it out, licking the tip with your tongue before he rubbed his fingers over your head and spoke.

"Can you suck me? It was so nice a moment ago..."

Turning your head away for a moment, you opened your mouth to take his tip again, but he stopped you.

"Pull out the tip of your tongue and keep it loose." he said, trotting your mouth open wider.

You did as he told you.

You still can't believe you agreed to give your friend a blowjob so you could go to sleep in peace...

It's your first time with your friend! Hell, Satoru was always just a work friend!

And now you're sitting in front of his hard cock, and you're taking his orders. Commands to make it easier for you to suck him. Or make it easier for him to get pleasure.

He brushed his thumb across your tongue before the tip slid into your mouth.

Such a good girl. You listen to him so closely.

You put your hand on his length, and began to move your head, putting it in your mouth more and more.

Until your mouth was full. Your eyes filled with tears as the tip touched the beginning of your throat.

And you were already fighting the gag reflex as you slowly massaged the rest of its length.

Why was he so big?

"Come on, take it easy. Enough of this." He said, pulling his hips away from your face.

And then he took off his shirt and pants, throwing himself on your body.

"Satoru–."

"Helping doesn't end with a short blowjob, baby~."

He threw you onto the bed and you didn't even notice when he started shoving his hard cock into your soaking wet pussy.

You were so naked underneath it.

You felt so exposed...

As you sucked it you got wet and your panties were uncomfortable. That's why he took it off.

To give relief to your dick waiting hole.

"Such a good girl." he murmured in your ear as he fucked your pussy mercilessly.

Your help has been invaluable. He wanted your help so badly.

Because he wanted to carry out his plan.

And now it works.

He put his lips on yours, putting his tongue in your mouth, catching your moans.

"This building has really soundproof walls. So you can moan as loud as you want." he bit into your neck as his hips accelerated against yours. "Moan when big dick fucks your tight pussy~."

He bent your legs, pressing your knees to your chest.

And he spat on your clit, collecting saliva with the tip of his cock before thrusting inside you again, enjoying the sound of his balls hitting your soft buttocks.

Your back arched as he thrust deeper, pushing your insides apart even more.

Then he kissed you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth more.

His hips continued to bounce against yours. That's why your toes curled up as you looked at the shiny mess you'd made on his belly.

"So wet. So eager for cock... I didn't know my dear friend would enjoy being fucked by me so much~."

He grunted as he pushed himself off the bed to sit on his heels.

He pulled out of you, lowering your thighs to his.

He pressed himself against you, placing his length on your stomach.

You looked at what was inside of you. The greatness that hit your insides. A length that went deeper than anything else before. Thickness that stretches your poor walls.

But it's so good...

Your helping him is so good...

"I think where my dick reaches is deep enough that I can happily pour all the cum we have inside you, and watch you walk with my child later for sure."

His voice was dark but so sexy...

"Right?" he chuckled as he thrust himself into you again, hitting bottom instantly. "Would you like me to get you pregnant? Would you like to have my children?"

His pubic bone was pressed hard against your body with each thrust. So that he will pierce your cervix every time.

And this strange feeling combined with the pleasant one was unstoppable because he wanted to do it.

"Good girl... Veeryy gooood giirl..." he groaned as he felt that wonderful pressure against him. "I want to breed you... I want this so much..."

His thrusts sped up again as he began attacking your mouth.

You couldn't keep up with his thrusts. As you exhaled as he backed away, you were forced to moan and inhale as he moved back between your tight walls.

"Calm your breath. I don't want you to pass out." He laughed as he lifted your trembling legs with no strength.

You tried so hard to listen to him, but you couldn't because with every thrust from him, you couldn't help moaning as he pounded you from the inside out.

"You will look so cute being round and plump~ Do you want this? Want to get your friend's kids? Do you want my cum in you?" he said breathlessly.

You nodded slightly, feeling a little humiliated by his words. But it was so good...

"Tell me... Do you want my cum inside you? My cum inside your womb. You want to feel it, don't you?" he whispered in your ear as he leaned in. "You want that dick to fill your insides so deep, don't you?"

He pressed against your lower abdomen, and you felt his tip go straight to your lap, hitting the wall. Pressing even harder against your cervix.

"Do you want it? I can stop. You want me to stop before..."

"...No..." you groaned.

"No?"

"Don't stop..."

"Heh... How can I refuse to my sweet friend please?"

His hips attacked yours, pounding nonstop as he leaned over you, kissing your neck and your open mouth. Licking and kissing the tears on your cheeks.

With the brush of your clitoris by his pubic bone, the coil in your stomach snapped. Flooding its length with a new wave of your juices.

You saw how he frowned with a smile and clenched his jaw.

He plunged into you one last time, pressing his lips against yours as he let out a loud, guttural moan. And you felt more warmth inside you. How white floats inside you when he's finished.

He pulled out of you, leaving his cock on your stomach as he continued to kiss you. Drop the remaining cum from his orgasm on your skin.

"... Satoru..." you moaned softly.

He put a pillow under your head and gave you a glass of water from a pitcher on the table.

Your thighs quivering as cum oozed out of you.

He was really talking about breed you...

He laid down next to you, cuddling you against his chest as he kissed your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips.

"Thanks for your help, mochi~."

You cuddled up to him lightly.

"You don't even wear a condom..." you murmured, cheek against his bare chest.

"Aw, that's fine. I'll take all responsibility." He hugged you, wrapping his arms around your body. "We can live together now, right?"

"Live together?"

"We're friends for long time. Didn't you see that we're acting like a couple?"

You looked at him questioningly.

"I can't live without you. And if you're pregnant with my baby, we can't just still be friends."

"Satoru, you saying..."

"Be my girlfriend. That thing just now happened, show us that we can't be only job-friends. Especially if you're pregnant."

"You're really crazy with that thing you saying..."

"Don't you love me? Aren't we friends? I want you to live my side forever. If you don't love me, you will never agree to do that."

You cuddled up to him.

"I'm glad with that you're asking me to be your girlfriend..."

"And you agree?"

"...Yeah..."

He smiled and put his forehead on yours.

"Then, I love you, (y/n)."

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velvrei · 1 year

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xavier thorpe headcannons (nsfw)

pairings : xavier thorpe x dom!reader

warnings : smut, filth, mentions of choking, slapping, sub!xavier, nsfw headcannons <3

nsfw below the cut .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-this man is obviously a switch. (but mostly a sub)

-when he doms it’s soft and he can’t seem to take himself seriously

-when he subs the sex is better, and it turns him on the fact that such a beautiful woman chose him to dominate

-he seems like the type to have a sex playlist made before you even start talking

-he is very whiny and needy

-“please, baby, i need you. so bad”

-if you had a hand kink, he would do anything he could to purposely tease you

-he loves teasing, and would definitely tease you whenever he got the chance

-and if you said something about the teasing he’d play dumb and act totally oblivious

-“stop, xavi,”

-“stop what, my love?”

-“stop teasing,”

-“i’m not teasing baby.”

-and he damn well was he just likes making you both sexually and mentally frustrated

-his kinks would definitely include choking, being dominated, and/or slight pain. i can see slapping but nothing too extreme.

-he’d also love being tied up and being used completely by his dom

-he loves your voice and how it sounds. especially the words that come out of it when he’s being dominated

-he loves praise and degradation, but mostly praise because he feels so loved and so turned on at the same time.

“that’s it, xavi, you’re doing so well. pretty boy, taking me so well,” as you panted out of breath he released a long string of pathetic sounds and whimpers, “oh my god, please say that again.”

“you’re so pretty, xavier. my pretty boy,”

“holy fuckkkkk”

-he adores everything about you, so it makes him feel so much better when you say things like that because it always means so much coming from you

-he is so needy he whines at fucking anything. pull his hair, touch him slightly, run your nails along his back, he’s gonna whine and it’s gonna end in him getting off sooner or later

-he definitely loves hair pulling. if you pull his hair he will moan, loud, and will ask you to do it again

-the pain goes right to his dick and it makes it throb every time

-he would absolutely love your thighs

-he’d wanna lay on them, fuck them, kiss them, mark them, bite them, anything he possibly could

-he loves leaving marks on your body

-xavier isn’t the most confident guy, so he relies on marks to show off what’s his, even if it’s just a simple neck or breast hickey.

-he can never focus when you’re around

-even just at the thought of you he can never function properly

-he’d be drawing in one of his classes and then his mind would wonder to the thought of you riding him on a bench

-he loves daydreaming. whether it’s you sucking him off, him giving you head or getting you off on his fingers

-whatever it is it’s absolutely filthy and the thoughts always pop up in his head at the worst times

-not very big on nicknames toward him

-unless it’s pretty boy/my boy

-it makes him feel so submissive and useless and he loves it

-he loves calling you nicknames. my love, baby, babe, mommy, pretty girl, whatever leaves his needy mouth

-if you ever let him fuck your face, he would instantly fold.

“mmm” you spoke, the tip of xavi’s dick hitting the back of your sore throat, his hands tangled into your hair as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. “shit, shit, shut, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he couldn’t control himself, you were just too good at this.

“baby, please, please, take me there, fuck, this feels so good” his voice was hoarse and his expression read fucked out. you felt his dick twitch in your mouth so you stopped your movement and sucked the living soul out of him. he practically screamed when he came, the euphoric feeling washed over him as spurts of hot cum shot into your warm mouth.

“oh, fuck, i can’t, it’s too good,”

-he also loves being overstimulated or edged.

-if you edge him he will beg and beg, but he enjoys the fact he can be needy around you so he secretly loves it

-overstimulation is his overall favorite thing.

-if you make him come multiple times in a row without stopping, he’s going to be absolutely fucked out.

-feeling that way made him feel so much better about himself because it brought him back to the fact that such a beautiful woman was the one who sucked the soul and come out of him.

-when he gets boners he cannot handle them correctly, it’s hard to hide so he has to run to the bathroom no matter what he’s doing and has to get himself off

-one time he was in class, began daydreaming, got a boner and had to quickly leave to go to the bathroom.

-that ended up with him jerking off to a polaroid picture of you he had in his wallet, you were in a bikini and he couldn’t help but be a pervert

-let’s just say he had to clean off the picture once he was finished

this was so fun to write lmk if y’all want more of these bc this was my fav thing ever

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe headcannons #headcanon #smut imagine #velvrei #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x reader #smutty

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richonnesbitch · 1 month

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Any favorite Richonne moments? Rewatching season 6 and forgot about Michonne immediately slamming the woman who punched Rick. I couldn’t help but think how that meme of kevin hart being held is so Richonne coded lmao

Every richonne moment is my favorite moment tbh 😂

I, too, really love when Michonne body slammed that random woman who punched Rick. And it being directly after their first night together makes it sexier. Like that is HER man, she's decided. Like, they're so iconic. Imagine every scene with your ship being their best scene. That's crazy!

But to answer your question I'll name a few of moments I especially love. Some of these are probably underrated, others probably not. It's not gonna be in any type of order because it's too hard to rank lol. But here are five.

1: Taking Judith To Hilltop

Whenever Carl is dying and Alexandria is getting bombed by the saviors, the group decides they need to evacuate to Hilltop. Rick asks Michonne, the person he trusts most in the world, to take Judith to Hilltop. And we all know how much Rick (and Michonne) loves his children so this was definitely a huge thing to ask. I just find it beautiful the amount of trust he has in her. I love that Andy quote where he's like "Rick trusts her with his life and his children's lives." I can't remember the full quote so I'm definitely paraphrasing but it's a great moment. And unfortunately I can't find a picture of the moment either.

2: Mowing Down Walkers with the RDIM

This whole scene is just so crazy to me. It starts off with Michonne annoyed she has to just stand around while everyone else does all the work. Fed up, she decides to ignore Thorne and take charge. She grabs the RDIM and runs and runs and runs pretty far away from everyone else, mowing down walkers along the way. And then all of a sudden who appears next to her? Rick. Do you know how fast he would have to have been running to catch up with her? He's crazy lmao! It's also really sweet in another way too because he knows she might get in trouble for this so he gets himself in trouble with her. Partners in crime! And also im sure he couldn't just let her run into a horde of walkers by herself. Anyway, they mow down the walkers and then Rick sets the RDIM up to explode and grabs Michonne's hand and runs away from the impending explosion with her. And if you notice when they go behind the tree, Rick puts her ahead of himself. He also shields her body with his when the explosion happens. We know what happens next. They start staring into each other's eyes and neither of them are capable of resisting each other so they have a little makeout session complete with tonguing and moaning. Classic richonne. Noticing their connection, Michonne says "come on" referring to how he should leave with her. He warns that "They'll find us, they will." She tells him "we'll make it so they can't." And he's under her spell so of course all his most recent refusal just goes out the window as he tells her "not like this." It ends with a signature forehead touch. I feel like this is a thing richonne generally does when they feel distant from one another. Physical touch is big for them so I feel like the forehead touching is a way to reconnect them I think. It's beautiful. So anyway they head back to the rest of the group to help. Thorne's goofy ass decides that Michonne, or Dana, is more trouble than she's worth and aims her big gun at her. Somehow Michonne's bodyguard Rick notices this immediately. It's crazy how he ALWAYS has eyes on her to protect her. No wonder she said she only feels safe with him. He sticks himself between the gun and Michonne, blocking her from Thorne's view and successfully saving her from being killed. I love seeing how protective Rick is of his lady.

3: Rv Hand Hold

So after their first kiss and first night together, they are tragically robbed of the chance to spend the morning together when Jesus lets himself into their home to speak to Rick. This world moves fast so they don't really get the time to breathe before Jesus and the rest of the group are on their way to Hilltop. Michonne sits bashfully in the passenger seat, wondering if last night meant as much to Rick as it did to her. And Rick notices this (because he always has eyes on her) and eases her mind by grabbing her hand. Of COURSE it meant as much to him as it did to you.

4: Michonne Saving Rick From Winslow

So I've talked about how much I love Rick being protective of Michonne but I also love when Michonne is protective of Rick. Okay so this moment happens when Rick and Michonne are trying to recruit those worthless useless garbage people to fight against the saviors. Their leader (who I'm not naming because fuck that bitch) wants to put Rick to the test like the dumbass she is. To test him, she decides to take him "up, up, up" which is code for "throw you in a hole you can't climb out of with no weapons while a spiked walker comes at you." Michonne, sensing this bullshit, nervously grabs Rick's hand to stop him. She goes to say something but Rick stops her and comforts her. He goes up there anyway and gives Michonne a reassuring nod once up there. The leader says some sort of bullshit to him, I don't know what because I zone out any time she speaks. Anyway she pushes him down the hole. Michonne screams at her "what did you do?!?!" before running to find Rick by looking through a hole. She yells his name and he looks around confusedly for a few seconds before figuring out where her voice is coming from. He lets her know he's okay. And then Winslow comes at him. Again he has no weapon so he frantically tries to climb out but to no avail. Michonne watching this through the hole yells directions to him. "The walls. USE them!" And he does! And it works! Michonne's plan works and she saves his life. It's just a fun example of how Michonne's guidance always helps Rick.

5: Unclenching His Fist

So after a very endearing family fun day for the Grimes family, it sadly gets cut short when Scott (or whatever his name is) delivers the news that some random ex savior (that really no one cares about) got killed by someone. This is bad news and Rick is visibly upset by this. Michonne notices this and reaches a hand out to him.

His hand is closed and she gently opens it.

She not only comforts him but let's him know this burden isn't only his. It's hers too. And that they will get through this together. Michonne has always been able to comfort Rick in a way no one else can and vice versa.

So in conclusion, these are just a few moments I really love and why I love them. Again I wanna say that every moment is my favorite richonne moment so this is definitely not a ranked list. I had to limit myself to just five because I could go on and on and on and on and on and on if you let me 😂 but if you wanna know more of my favorite moments I don't mind sharing them. Thanks for the ask! This was so fun to write.

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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aris-ink · 2 years

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Please consider writing about Daddy Joon who adopted reader after her mother died and who forces her to sleep in the same bed as him and one night she wakes up to him force breeding her 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 doing his absolute best to make her a mommy 💛

no words fhdhshdfsd

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of death and violence (not towards the reader), some angst, soft corruption and manipulation, pseudo incest, daddy kink, somnophilia, dub con, hints of breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, creampie

edited.

Namjoon tried his best to be a good father. He didn't get the chance to watch you grow up, and he was perfectly aware of the fact that you were a woman now. But deep down, in his heart, he still saw you as his little girl. You changed his life, marked him forever. All the unexplored and untouched nooks that twisted through his soul; your light went right into them, a gust of bone chilling wind, breaking through the cobwebs and dust, rattling him to the core. Awakening something so old and primitive from its sleep, it felt nearly sinister.

But it was perfectly fine, Namjoon figured. All little girls had a monster under their bed; it just so happened that yours protected you. Ironic, how it didn't even occur to him that perhaps what you needed protection from was him.

When your mother passed away, he took you in without a moment of hesitation. A lost baby bird that needed their wings nursed back to health. You didn't have to be looked after anymore, sure - but you still needed your daddy. All little girls needed their daddies. And Namjoon would have gladly went to hell and back to provide you anything your heart desired.

It was sweet, your friends thought; how close you were with your stepfather, how tight knit your bond was. Especially knowing you barely remembered your own father. His absence left a hole in your life that seemed impossible to fill before Namjoon started dating your mom.

But what would they say if they knew? If they knew how as soon as you moved in with him, he had you sleep in his bed? How he coaxed you and rocked you in his arms while he brushed your tears away? Weren't you too old for this?

"I'm worried about you, baby," he whispered, his hand burning hot on your knee. "I won't let you sleep alone."

You were opposed to the idea; but something in the way he spoke to you made your mind cloud, the low murmur of his voice filling it up like fog.

"Just lie down for me, sweetheart. Good girl. Don't cry."

He didn't really give you much of a choice; and you felt so warm and safe in his embrace, so loved. Still, a tiny pang of guilt stirred in your chest. Like you were doing something wrong. It definitely seemed wrong to feel every muscle of his body; in his chest against your back, in his arms as they enveloped you. The intimacy of it felt so... new. You've shared hugs before, but you never shared a bed, let alone cuddled in it.

You tried to ignore this train of thought, willing it to crash and crumble. Your cheeks warmed as he sighed against you, from the sheer embarrassment of your own paranoia. This was Namjoon, for god's sake; your mother's ex husband. He must have been suffering too. He must have felt lonely. But most of all, you knew how worried he could get about you. He had always been much more mindful than your mother, paying attention to your moods, asking you about your day, helping you with your homework. You drifted off with only him on your mind, surrounded by the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body entwined with yours. The comfort of it lulled you into the best sleep you've had in months.

After that, you slowly stopped rejecting the idea of sharing a bed with him. Namjoon held an important place in your heart for years. No wonder he'd be the one to keep it from falling to pieces. He was just looking after you.

Right?

Then why did that murky, uncomfortable feeling continue to unfurl in your chest? All logic was against it. And yet you couldn't help but pick up on the little things; how persuasive he was, how his hands wandered over your waist under the sheets. Why did it all bother you, when technically he wasn't doing anything wrong? Most importantly, you reminded yourself over and over again; you weren't doing anything wrong.

Though you might have been unaware of it, Namjoon could see how conflicted you were. He could also see the goosebumps on your skin as he caressed your back, your muscles tensing, suppressing shivers. Unfortunately, it didn't look like you'd give in so easily.

"Go to sleep, baby," he murmured, leaving a kiss on your head before turning to lie on his back. You just needed a little push. That was okay. All good fathers knew their little girls inside and out; and sometimes they had to do what was necessary for their greater good.

You breathed a sigh, nuzzling your cheek into the cool pillow.

"Goodnight, daddy."

Something in his lower stomach stirred. The affectionate title fell from your lips so quietly, like you were already on the verge of succumbing to your exhaustion, slipping right off the precipice and into its dark embrace.

He hasn't heard you call him that in weeks. He listened to your breathing even out, lifting himself up on one arm.

Fuck. He needed you. You needed him too, didn't you? Of course you did. He knew you did. That was what he told himself when he brushed your hair away from your neck, pressing his lips into its column. He covered every inch of it he could reach with butterfly kisses, ending the trail right below your ear. Unlike his lips, his hand was less gentle, squeezing your hip, like he was searching for a way to keep at least some semblance of self control. It was difficult when you felt so soft and warm beneath him. Even more so when he realized that for the first time, he was finally able to act out on his fantasies. For the first time, he had you in his bed, with no one to come in and interrupt you, no one to witness him sliding down your underwear, sticky from how he played with you. The excitement bordered on predatory, but what else could you expect with that thing you set free in somewhere in his soul, the darkness that broke through? It was all your doing. And Namjoon was all yours. The most sinful, immoral parts of him included.

Sinful they were, for no good father should ever touch his little girl the way he touched you, but how could he resist when you responded so well? Your nipples felt so hard under his tongue, the little twitch in your body enthralling. You were so easy to defile; so willing. Namjoon didn't think he's ever felt more in love.

The sight of his aching, fat cock lined up with your cunt was enough to make it drool. He was so hard every vein and ridge seemed to throb. You wanted this, didn't you? You just needed that one, little push. One push of his hips, and you'd wake up gasping from your needy, mortal dreams, only to awaken in heaven; his hand around your mouth, his thick cock filling you up to the brim.

It didn't take long. He pressed his weight into you, groaning as you startled, trashing under him.

"Shhhh, baby," he whispered, breathing harshly into your ear. "It's just me."

Your pussy clenched around him. Namjoon stilled inside you for a moment, holding back a grunt. He looked up at you, trying to force himself to slow his thrusts. The tears stuck in your eyelashes made his heart twist. He took his hand off your mouth, replacing it with his tongue instead, kissing you and trying to pour all his love into you.

He could feel your distress, feel the hot tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Don't cry, baby," he breathed as he pulled away from your mouth. "It's okay. You're so good for daddy."

"N-no," you stuttered out, your hands trembling as they pushed at his chest. "Get off me."

An unexpected, hard thrust had your back arching, a gasp leaving your throat.

"Get off you?"

There was a significant change to the tone of his voice; it was lower and dark now, his eyes stuck on yours as he continued to fuck you.

"That's not what this cute, little cunt is telling me, baby. You're squeezing me so tight."

His teeth gritted at the last word. You couldn't believe the soft moan that slipped past your lips, your body betraying your morals. Namjoon gripped your jaw, fingers digging into it, his cock making wet, obscene sounds as it split you open.

"Fuck," he growled. "You hear that? So wet. Good girl."

You didn't feel like a good girl. More tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you quickly found yourself realizing you were helpless.

"Please, daddy!" You whined, still pushing at his chest, but your attempt at trying to make him see reason had the opposite effect. His cock only seemed to grow harder inside you - if that was possible - his balls slapping against you faster.

In one swift, rough motion, he turned your head to the side, plush lips pressing right into your ear.

"Do you want me to stop? Is that it? You want daddy to stop pounding your little pussy?" He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Or is my little girl crying because she's ashamed of how depraved she is?"

The pressure of your hands pushing at his chest softened. You blinked a few times before burying your face in his neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders.

"Daddy-" you sobbed out, half pleasure, half pain.

Namjoon groaned, his hand slipping under your thigh.

"It's okay, baby... I love you. You're my good girl."

He pressed his lips into your shoulder, leaving kisses over your sweaty skin, his cock reaching deeper than you've ever been touched. He could tell from the way you gasped, trying so hard not to give in to him - and failing.

"Daddy's almost done, baby," he soothed. "Gonna fill you up so- oh-" his hips stuttered when your pussy clenched again. "Ohh fuck."

"Wait, you can't-" the words were abruptly cut off by his kiss, your protests turning into more incoherent, muffled moans.

A string of saliva connected your lips when he pulled away.

"Be a good girl," he groaned. "I can feel how much you want it. Want me to come inside you and make you all mine, huh?"

Your thighs tightened around him as his finger found your clit, slippery and throbbing.

"Want daddy to make you a mommy," he grunted, circling the sensitive bud in fast circles, desperate as he felt you clench. "Yeah? Want to be all fucking mine?" He was hanging on by threads, the filth spilling from his mouth turning into breathy moans when you started coming. He fucked you harder, letting you claw at his back, hot seed spilling deep into your tightening cunt. The sound of your loud whines only made him twitch more, his head spinning.

"Good fucking girl," he whimpered, stilling in between your legs.

He stayed inside you, unable to force himself away, his hands running up and down your arms soothingly.

"Baby," he whispered a moment, lifting his head.

You didn't shy away from his gaze, but more tears lingered beneath your lashes, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I love you."

He pressed a kiss into your forehead, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks.

"Don't cry."

You struggled to reply verbally, instead choosing to hide within his embrace.

"It's okay," he reassured. "I promise. I got you."

You nodded into his neck.

"Good girl."

Namjoon knew he had to pull out eventually. He sighed again, dropping another kiss on your lips.

"Get some rest, baby."

A shudder went through you as he lifted himself up, dragging his cock out of your cunt, leaving behind nothing but a feeling of emptiness and his cum dribbling out of you. He almost shuddered too, his abdomen clenching at the sight.

"Good girl," he couldn't help repeating himself, his hand massaging the soft flesh of your thigh.

He wanted to fuck you again. The thought of overwhelming you stopped him, though. He knew just how much you could handle, and that was it for tonight. It was more than enough.

He lowered himself onto his side, wrapping both arms around your waist. This time, you didn't try to scooch away. You didn't try to get closer either, and he left it at that, the soft hum of post orgasmic bliss filling his body and tempting his lids to drop.

"Goodnight, daddy," you whispered, or sighed, he couldn't be sure, your voice so soft as it breached the sleepy, softened walls of his mind. His heart fluttered in his chest, fingertips brushing yours.

"Goodnight, baby."

He tried not to think about tomorrow. Tried not to get excited over the possibility of you getting pregnant; of finally being able to be a real family, the kind he could never imagine with anyone else.

How could Namjoon ever consider fate cruel? Meeting your mother has led him to meeting you, and in a twisted, tender way he loved the role he took on for you. He loved providing for you; he loved the authority that came with his title. And he loved you, so fucking much. Fate has been kind to him in all aspects so far; even sweeping your mother out of the way for him. He didn't have to lift a finger. Before she died, he had started thinking that she might need a little push, too. Down the stairs perhaps. But all is well that ends well, he supposed, and this ended as well as it could without him interfering.

Did he feel any grief at all? No. Why would he? The woman has been far too self absorbed, far too neglectful of you. She was became nothing but a burden; one he was glad to be rid of.

He knew that wasn't the case for you, however. You were too kind to think that way. He didn't mind, though. No matter what, he wouldn't let guilt eat you alive. It was the last promise he made to himself before falling asleep, his arms tightening around you. He'd fill you up with his love and his cum until you could think of nothing else, glowing and warm.

You were his little girl. He'd take his time; and he had all the time in the world.

#no words but also ily #yandere bts #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts smut

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blakeswritingimagines · 11 months

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Dating Wonder Woman would include

The thought of dating Diana is overwhelming. She’s gorgeous, smart, and a total sweetheart as well as an actual goddess. Everyone wants a chance with her. If you manage to get her attention and impress her, you’ll be lucky enough to spend time with an amazing woman and witness her genuine love and care — it’s definitely worth the effort. If you do ask her out, make it a special date that shows your appreciation for her unique, kind personality. She deserves nothing less, and you’ll always have a story to tell later on.

She's very fun and loving. She's the light that keeps those around her going, always spreading joy and happiness and looking to make everyone smile, she loves all sorts of fun things – shopping, going out with friends, and just living life to the fullest. Diana cares about the people in her life and always goes above and beyond to make them feel good.

Diana’s romantic side is kind and sweet. As a passionate woman, she is caring and protective of those she cares for and is never afraid to show how much she feels. She’s a hopeless romantic at heart and loves making romantic gestures and being swept off her feet. If you're the kind of person who dreams of being spoiled with gifts and affection, you'll find an eager partner in her - she's the type to shower her partner with compliments and gifts, always doing what she can to make you happy.

Dating Wonder Woman is like having an endless sleepover with your best friend. It's a lot of fun and laughter, cuddling under a blanket and eating snacks together, sharing gossip, doing fun things like going to parties and getting into trouble, and having romantic moments that feel like straight out of a movie. When you're with her, you feel like you have someone who truly cares about you and is always there for you, ready to explore and be adventurous or snuggle down together whenever you need it.

As an adventurous spirit, Diana is up for trying anything (within reason) and enjoys going on spontaneous adventures with her partner. She's enthusiastic about trying new things together and doesn't mind stepping outside of her comfort zone when it comes to trying new things together. She loves exploring, experimenting, and trying new things - so if you're a homebody or have more traditional tastes, she might push you outside your comfort zone a bit. That said, she's not reckless and can definitely enjoy the quiet moments, too.

Her love language is words of affirmation. She likes to hear how much you love or appreciate her, as it gives her reassurance and helps her feel validated in the relationship. Being physically affectionate and having her loved one's attention is also something that brings her happiness. Your touch makes her feel loved and she always appreciates receiving affection. If you're the kind of person who loves being physically intimate with your partner, Diana will be the perfect match. Your words and physical affection bring her immense pleasure and satisfaction.

She’s also an affectionate person, who enjoys physical affection with her partner. However, she isn’t the type to jump right into a relationship. She likes to take it slow initially, especially when it comes to physical intimacy, but when she falls in love, she’s head over heels and willing to do whatever it takes to be close to her love. You need to be open-minded and understanding if this relationship is to work out. That being said, if you’re kind, patient, and willing to put in the work, you’ll find a devoted and loving companion in Diana.

She is a thoughtful person who is always thinking about other people. She is generous with her time and is always looking for ways to help others. She's a good listener and is known for being supportive, encouraging, and patient. If you're struggling with something, she's the kind of person who will sit down with you and work through it. She cares deeply for people and wants to see them succeed, so she'll do whatever she can to help them achieve their goals, whether it be giving them advice or offering a helping hand

She loves to take initiative. She enjoys making decisions and taking charge but always makes sure to take your opinions and feelings into account. She’s open to new and exciting ways to show and is always looking to try new experiences with you. She’s also great at expressing her love and needs through communication, and if she’s ever unhappy she’ll be sure to talk things out with you rather than let tension build.

She thinks a good date should involve learning about each other, spending time, and sharing your interests and hobbies. She personally enjoys training together and also sharing stories of your times fighting evil. It is important for both parties to give as well as receive. For herself, she finds it important for you to treat her with respect, understanding, and most importantly, love.

Even when at your lowest point, Diana will never give up on you. She's always there ready to provide comfort, support, and encouragement. With her warm, welcoming presence, you'll know that you're not alone in facing any challenge or issue, and her positive energy will be sure to lift your spirits. In addition to providing you with a warm, welcoming presence, Diana is also a very loving partner who will always make sure to express her feelings for you through physical affection as well, ensuring that you know you are loved and appreciated at all times.

When dating Diana, you will never have to deal with games or drama. She is a direct and honest person, always communicating her thoughts and feelings in a straightforward and sincere manner. She will always be open and transparent with you, and you can be assured that her affection for you will never be questioned or doubted. In addition, She will always go out of her way to make sure that you feel comfortable and protected, and can always be relied upon to stand up for you when needed.

Diana is the girlfriend you never want to leave the side of; she’ll make you feel complete, loved, and special. With her by your side, you’ll be surrounded by pure positivity, encouragement, and love. You’ll never walk away from a day with her feeling dull, drained, or like something is missing. Diana will add flavor, fun, and enjoyment to every moment spent together.

When dating Diana, expect the unexpected; she’ll keep you on your toes while also making you feel safe, secure, and loved. You’ll be treated to the most incredible date nights, the most electrifying surprises, and the most thrilling adventures. You’ll never have a dull moment dating her.

Don’t expect the honeymoon phase to end or wane; there will always be a spark and a flame of passion between you two, no matter how long you’ve dated. She’s the type of girlfriend that is in it for the long haul, and it shows in the time and effort she puts into making sure your relationship is strong and lasting.

You can expect to always be treated to romantic and fun dates that show how much she loves you. She’s the type of girlfriend that will make sure each date is special and memorable for you and make you feel like you’re the center of her world. Some favorite date ideas: Going on a picnic in the park, Hitting up a local ice cream or coffee shop, A visit to a local museum or gallery, or A trip to the beach or mountains

Diana is a confident and carefree person who doesn’t easily let jealousy or insecurity get in the way of her happiness. However, she’s also not a person to be messed with when it comes to matters of the heart. If you were ever to cross her or hurt her in any way, she would most likely confront you directly about it rather than letting you just get away with it. Although she is confident and self-assured.

Her usual favorite things to do with you are: Watching movies, tv shows, nor will she continue on without you. Snuggling together on the couch or bed while we watch something after a long day. Driving around to different spots around the city and enjoying the scenery together. Playing board/card games together. Going out to eat together and trying new foods and restaurants together.

Diana doesn’t fuck, she makes love. She’s slow, passionate, and good as hell at what she does. The two of you are very intimate. Your skin is always touching, and her face stays close to yours, her lips pressing against you.

She’s a fan of foreplay: the making out, the soft touches down each other’s backs and waists, the helping each other undress, etc. Generally, just the softness and romance that comes along with it.

She loves aftercare; making sure you have everything you need and stroking your hair as you cuddle into her. She enjoys watching you drift to sleep so delicately wrapped up in her arms.

#wonder woman x reader #wonder woman #dc wonder woman #diana prince #diana prince x reader #dating would include #happy pride 🌈

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I hope I'm not unwelcome here, I was wondering. How do you think the boys would react to a siren MC that was another variety of deep sea siren~? I've been writing a fic with the reader as a deep sea eel siren and it's on my mind since I adore your siren au thoughts!

Ohoooooo

I fuckin love the concept of a gorgeous, dangerous eel Mc. Sleek and dark and powerful. I feel like a deep sea Mc would be bigger than her pelagic counterpart... much closer to the skeletons in size. Not to mention, she’d have some other unique traits, like heightened senses and bioluminescence.

Sans: She is, for once, something he isn’t used to seeing on his usual menu. Orca are surface dwellers. She’s a curiosity; he adores curiosities. Especially pretty ones. He’s cautious, because she’s clearly a predator, he works slowly... stalking her from a distance, then approaching fast and ducking away at the last second, baiting her into lashing out so he can see how her attacks work. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what her deal is. He’s enamoured with this beautiful, fierce novelty from the deep.

Sans frightens her. He didn’t, at first; he looked like a puny version of the much bigger, much toothier whales who occasionally make the long journey to her depths. But then he started moving- and she realised his danger wasn’t his body, it was his adaptability. He could kill her if he wanted to.

And yet... there’s something about his intelligence. Something about his powerful form as he swims. Something about his unreadable calm, soft smile around her, razor sharp eyelights taking in every detail... she can’t help it, she’s drawn to him.

Red: ... C’mon. We know this dance by now. She’s big, she’s beautiful, she’s strong- not only that, but she’s mysterious and elegant, a dangerous predator from the depths all decorated in glittering lights. It’s like he’s at a cocktail party and a 6ft buff woman just walked in, wearing a black velvet dress and diamonds- he’s shootin his shot, and nothing will stop him. He likes his ladies capable of killing him. He makes a couple stupid eel-related pickup lines (“girl, are you a coral-dwelling eel? cus you’re my a-moray.” “I’m a conger, not a m- wait,”) and her baffled flustered reactions just cement his growing interest.

Red is... a lot. Not necessarily in a bad way. He keeps shocking her by making her laugh (“gulper? jeez, i hardly know her.”) and she likes the company and conversation. Deep sea sirens don’t tend to do the whole ‘group’ thing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t get lonely, down there in the endless night.

She also likes the patterns on his body- you don’t see many pretty markings when you live in near pitch-black. He likes when she can’t help but touch them.

Skull: Finally. Finally. Another creature from the deep, another siren like him, who understands his mannerisms and his way of life. A siren who’ll see him as kin, who won’t view him as some kind of strange, unknowable alien. Being around her makes him soft and giddy, he lights up his bioluminescence any chance he gets, he enjoys having that point of bonding with her (he’s smug the others don’t understand their secret language of lights). He gets the overwhelming sensation they were meant to be together... the abyss is so huge, so endless, and yet somehow they found one another? It can’t be chance. The stars aligned. He knows her smell now- he’ll follow her wherever she goes.

A deep sea Mc would definitely feel more comfortable around Skull than she does around the other two sirens. They’re so similar, and she’s much more used to monsters like him; big, dark, strong, slow. She’s still careful around him considering he’s the more frightening apex predator where they’re from- being familiar with something doesn’t make it any less dangerous. But when his tentacles flash and she flashes back, it feels like stumbling across someone who speaks your mother tongue in a land full of strangers.

#llamagines #siren sanses au #siren mc au #headcanon that her teeth look like moray eel teeth #cool and sharp and like glass #mc: Red... are you sure you want to date me...? I've got broken glass for teeth and I'm venomous #red: why would you ask if i'm sure i wanna date you. then list more reasons for me to want to date you

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hello dear, hope you're doing well physically & mentally. lots of hugs for you!

i've been wondering about the physical touch in Gahan's dynamic especially. we all know how much physical abuse Yohan has gone through in his childhood, the kidnapping by Sunah, him willingly explode a whole ass room with bombs with him inside it too but pushing away his loved one out.

now compare to Gaon. this Bambi has better experience with physical touch in his life seeing as how he's comfortable leaning to Soohyun seeking comfort while grieving for the loss of his parents. reaching out to Yohan so easily when he sees Yohan woke up from a nightmare. how he reaches for Kkomi and put her on his lap, the lovely and respectful interaction with Elijah.

I always have this thought in my head that it would be tricky for them to have this physical touch without one misunderstood the meaning of one's action. personally i bounced back and forth of the idea Yohan can manipulate and charm ppl with his sex prowess. just because he knows being seduction and sex goes hand in hand with manipulation. It does seem like Yohan can be the type to do especially that the way he gazes at Gaon & Sunah. But we all know he has brother complex lol, while with Sunah he can get the rush of feeling powerful having someone around his level to play with. Either that idea or I think Yohan never has the chance to explore sex bcs it's too much physical touches and too much emotional investment in such a short period of time. Perhaps he can have sex while his sex partner is tied up, not touching Yohan but he's the one who has control to touch them, hence why the kinky dom Yohan exist. So i think domestic touches will be like taming stray or feral creatures. It would take a long time and patience on both sides to be in the safe space and trust.

now.. wdyt Gahan would be in if they were already in a romantic relationship. How would they interact? Who would initiate what? What difference would it be for them in domestic/ innocent interactions and in bed? I would like to know your thoughts on this one. I wish I can pour my detailed thoughts for this but i'm afraid to scare you off with my long-ass paragraphs hahaha it's been a while since I have conversations analyzing character's personality and their depths, just geeking out about them and it can be intense and intimidating for people if I pour all my thoughts out for these shit lol

I wish you well! Take your time on your recovery & in writing, we'll always be here for you!

I'm currently in pain from shoveling too much snow but, other than that, I'm pretty okay. Thank you for asking 💜

Physical touch is a very fascinating subject when it comes to these two, isn't it? Probably because there's so much tension between them.

Anyhow! I actually think that Yo Han has had a lot of sex but, like, only with the right people? He may have been abused as a child (and definitely has trauma and trust issues because of it) but he's also a very clever and intuitive man. And he'd know how to find partners he can have casual, enthusiastic, and fun sex with. Like, some random woman or man he meets at a bar who thinks he's hot? Definitely. Some random woman or man he meets in a professional setting who is clearly trying to gain something from having sex with him? Absolutely not.

Having sex is a very intimate act in some ways, but exactly how intimate depends a lot on the partner, the setting, and the circumstances. Yo Han would only go for people he's not feeling threatened by or knows he can control without exerting too much effort. But I also think he'd enjoy the challenge of wooing people. Like, how fast can he make this woman shed her clothes? What should he say to make this man swoon? Flirting would be a game for him, too, but "winning" just means he and the other person get to have sex so it's actually pretty harmless.

And I think he'd be fine doing it with strangers and letting them touch him. Because he doesn't actually seem averse to touch in the drama? Unused to it, yes — especially the tender kind — but not scared of or uncomfortable with it. He puts himself and his body through a lot, yes, but never in a reckless or self-destructive way. More often than not, he knows exactly what the risks are and deems them worth whatever payoff comes at the end (unlike Ga On who just... throws himself into danger without much thought).

One of the few (if not the only time) Yo Han seems genuinely scared of physical touch is when Ga On tries to comfort him after his nightmare. Which says a lot, I think. He's more scared of a touch meant to soothe than one meant to hurt, since he doesn't want to show weakness. He doesn't know how he will react to a touch like that and would therefore rather push it away.

But he doesn't even flinch when Sun Ah raises a hand to slap him, which is definitely a situation where some (but not all) who have been abused in the past would react. So, clearly, he's not as traumatised as he could have been, or has learned to control it enough for it not to show too much. To me, Yo Han doesn't seem averse to casual touching and does it quite a lot himself, like towing Ga On around at the gala, lightly patting Lawyer Ko's arm, offering his arm to Jin Joo at the other gala etc.

And I personally don't think there will be all that many misunderstandings between him and Ga On as to what a certain touch means? They both seem way too smart for that? There might still be general misunderstandings, of course, but not when it comes to that. If nothing else, the intent behind touches is something Yo Han had to learn long ago because you can't manipulate people only using sexual prowess. He needs more than one method and that means recognising what different touches mean, when to give them etc.

My personal headcanon for Yo Han is that he has no trouble using his sex appeal to manipulate when appropriate, but his strength lies in how he adapts to the situation, sometimes being kind and understanding, sometimes being firm and commanding, and, sometimes, being flirty and sensual.

The way he prefers to have sex is for fun, though, and he enjoys it a lot with the right people. But he'd never do it if he felt uncomfortable or threatened by his partner, and he's good enough at reading people that he'd know the other person's intentions long before the actual sex happens. So, for example, I don't think he'd ever want to have sex with Sun Ah even if he could tie her up. He'd be too suspicious to actually enjoy it xD

To me, Yo Han is the kind of man who has a lot of trauma, but has also worked a lot on overcoming said trauma. If he did so in a healthy way I will leave unsaid, but I don't think he'd allow himself to be wary of other people's touch. I think Yo Han would be frustrated by his own limitations if he could only have sex with people while they're tied up, simply because he's uncomfortable with them touching him. That's too big of a weakness — something someone could exploit. And he'd train that out of himself as soon as possible. His whole thing is that he's unshakeable and impenetrable and that's a choice — something he's putting effort into being. And so I, personally, can't see him allowing himself to have that kind of "flaw."

As a friend of mine said: "He's a man even more in control of himself than he is others."

That said, I think he enjoys tying people up because it gives him added control and makes it more fun to play with his victims partners. So I'm all for Dom!Yo Han — he is one in every fic I've written so far — I just think he does that because he likes it, not because it's the only way he can have sex.

And, to be entirely honest with you? I don't think Yo Han needs to tie people up in order to control them in the bedroom. I'm pretty sure that man can make his partners do pretty much anything he wants them to, without using a single tool or restraint. Because that is the kind of Dom he is.

ANYHOW. To your questions! (boy did I get derailed there for a while)

Ga On is definitely the cuddly one. Like, once he gets comfortable, he's the one who gives and asks for hugs, will walk up behind Yo Han and wrap his arms around him, snuggle up on the couch, put his head in Yo Han's lap etc. Because I definitely agree with you that the casual, domestic touches will be more difficult for Yo Han. He's used to giving some of them, like pats on the shoulder, a supportive hand, fixing Ga On's clothes — practical things. But the ones that are just because? Clearly, that's out of his wheelhouse and he's too prideful to ask for them.

Again, not because he's broken, scared, or doesn't understand them, but simply because he's not used to them. And he doesn't like feeling insecure or appearing weak, so he wouldn't risk asking and making a mistake.

So it'll fall upon Ga On to offer them, which he of course does. He's a pretty physical person with the people he trusts, provided that politeness and such allows it. Like, clearly, one of the reasons why Ga On doesn't touch Yo Han much in the drama is due to the workplace hierarchy, the fact that Yo Han is older (and it's considered rude to touch someone older without their permission), and just Yo Han's overall... Yo Han-ness. But once Ga On gets free rein?

Yo Han won't know what hit him.

But it'll take time for them to get used to it, yes. Like, just teaching Yo Han how to return casual hugs that aren't in a life-or-death situation is going to take a while. But he'll get used to it eventually and while I don't think he'll ever be the one to initiate certain things — like the more cuddly hugs that might make him look clingy — he'd always reciprocate when Ga On does.

Yo Han is a little too prideful to ask for cuddles, but he'll graciously agree to them when Ga On asks him to give them.

(He and Komi have that in common, I guess)

As for sex, that depends? I think they can both initiate it, but Yo Han enjoys it more when Ga On does so, just because he likes seeing Ga On horny and desperate xD Yo Han is definitely the one in charge, though. That's not to say that Ga On can't snatch control from him or throw him off-balance from time to time, but probably only during brief moments when he's being particularly cheeky and bratty. I think they both enjoy the push-and-pull — the fact that Ga On challenges Yo Han is a part of the thrill — but are more comfortable when Yo Han is in control.

Especially since Yo Han is very good at it.

All that said, I do think — and this might be an unpopular and scandalous opinion — that Yo Han could, eventually, let Ga On top him. But we're talking years down the line, when they're so comfortable with each other that there are no secrets or doubts. Because, yes, Yo Han is a man who prides himself on having control but, eventually, he's also going to realise that having control and having power isn't necessarily the same thing. And being in charge and having control isn't necessarily the same thing, either. Ga On has a tremendous amount of power over Yo Han despite not being in charge or in control the majority of the time.

I mean, there's a reason why they say that the sub is the one with the real power since they're the ones willingly handing it over to someone else. And if they can give it, they can also revoke that privilege — and there is absolutely nothing the Dom can do about that. In that situation, the Dom is, quite literally, powerless.

And I think, especially as he gets older and softer, Yo Han would realize that trusting Ga On to top him is, in fact, a sign of his own strength. And I don't mean that in a "real men know how to bottom" kind of way. But in a "I love this man and I trust him and myself enough to let him have this power over me because that, in itself, means I have power."

But, again, that's several years into their relationship and 99,9% of the time, Yo Han is the one topping. But, every once in a while, Ga On can be the one in charge. As a treat.

... I may have gotten off track again.

But I'd say that's about the gist of it? There are, of course, more specific examples and details, too.

Yo Han is definitely the one doing most of the dirty talk, but Ga On will not hesitate to use his doe-eyes to his advantage and say the most kinky, outrageous things sometimes, just for the pleasure of watching Yo Han bluescreen. I also think that Yo Han will develop a habit of burrowing his nose in Ga On's hair when they're hugging/cuddling. And, as I've mentioned in a previous post, Yo Han is the little spoon 90% of the time. I also think that Ga On is going to be pretty shy and prudish when it comes to talking about sex and anything relating to it (at least at the beginning), but kinky as fuck when it comes to the actual acts. Like, he can't say "cock" without wincing, but he'll gladly let Yo Han tie him up and fuck him so roughly and thoroughly he's covered in bruises afterwards.

I really could go on but then we'd be here forever and I have work tomorrow x'D

So I'm hoping you got something out of this long rant! Thank you so much for the ask! I admit that I don't often spend time thinking about fictional characters' sex lives, but I apparently have a lot of opinions regardless. Though, to be honest, I think Yo Han and Ga On is the couple where I've had to think about it the most, since physical closeness (of both the sexual and more innocent kind) is extremely important for their dynamic. So yeah.

Take care, darling! 💜

#Amethystina Replies #fr-wiwiw #I genuinely had to think on this one for a while before I was able to answer #A lot of things are already stored in my brain somewhere #But the tricky part is formulating it into a somewhat coherent reply #And I still don't know if I managed #I always feel like I forget so many details and aspects x'D #I stand by that thing about Yo Han bottoming btw #I think that would be wonderful character development for him #To eventually be able to trust someone that much #And you KNOW Ga On would be amazingly considerate #So yeah #That's my headcanon #And you can pry it from my cold dead hands

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twilightangel83 · 7 months

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Not a Chance in the Realms

October 8: Outnumbered (Whumptober)

A 1-1.5 on my whump scale (see the series definition for the scale)

Chatter broke out as soon as the static filled the screen and continued as Batman and Constantine moved back onto the stage. Back at the chairs, Nightwing could see Wonder Woman messing with a remote and a moment later the video clicked off as Batman stepped forward to speak.

“So, as you can see, we’ve got quite the situation at hand. Now I’m sure many of you are wondering if what he said was true. I know that was my first question. To answer that, I’m going to let Constantine take the floor.” That said, Batman stepped back some as Constantine stepped forward. And it was in that moment that Nightwing realized just how serious this was. In all the years he’d known Constantine he’d never seen the man look this serious before. And, if Nightwing wasn’t mistaken, the man was completely sober. Which was worrying in and of itself. This was big.

“It’s true alright.” Constantine’s gruff voice cut across the room. “The Infinite Realms is just as the king said. It’s the place where all afterlives reside as well as the glue that holds all of reality together. This means that the dead of every world in our universe, and the dead of every other universe in existence go there. If they decide to go to war against us there’s very little we could do against those numbers, especially since most of our weapons and abilities won’t even touch a being of the Infinite Realms, let alone end one. And those that die on our side just add to their numbers. And that’s not even mentioning King Phantom himself.” Constantine shook his head with a grimace. “Phantom is a young king. By my reports he’s had the throne for less than a decade, but the Realm and its people love him. The previous King, Pariah Dark, was a tyrannical dictator that ended up having to be sealed away for the safety of the Realms as well as the mortal planes. It took several Ancients, beings of immense age and power, to seal him away. But he was somehow freed several years back. That’s when Phantom took him down. From what I heard it took King Phantom under half an hour to take the old king down. Single Handed. He’s not someone we want to mess with.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” A voice Nightwing didn’t quite recognize from the front of the crowd called. Constantine huffed and crossed his arms.

“As far as I’m concerned we evacuate who we can, but if the United States is dumb enough to refuse to repeal this mess then we let them lie in the bed they made.”

“And these Ecto Acts?” Another vaguely familiar voice asked, sounding a bit desperate. “Are those real too?” There must have been some sort of discussion earlier about who would explain what, because Constantine didn’t bother looking to check before he stepped back to let Batman take over once more.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Batman informed them grimly. “I’m not sure how they slipped by us, but about five years ago a set of laws were quietly passed that labeled all so-called ecto-entities as non-sentient and dangerous. Under these laws the Ghost Investigation Ward have the right to do whatever they deem necessary to understand and deal with the threat posed by these beings. And they deem anyone with a reading of 5 or higher on their meters as an ecto-entity. No matter if they’ve got a beating heart or not.”

Unsurprisingly, this did not go over well with the crowd. It was one, already horrid, thing to say that these beings from another dimension were all non-sentient, but to tack on that any one of their own people who were contaminated enough were also non-sentient was just insane. How had this gotten passed?

“How do they measure that?” That was Cyborg’s voice, probably wanting to get ahold of the tech so they could figure out who all would fall under this category.

“We’re still working that out, but—“

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Boromir Relationship Headcanons

Boromir x F!Reader, headcanons are both SFW & NSFW (so no minors, please!). This is based on the movie version of Boromir, so if anything contradicts the books, I apologise 🙏

These are just some of the first headcanons that came to me, so I may end up doing a second post at some point! Anyway, hope everyone enjoys, and if you’d like to discuss Boromir headcanons, my askbox is always open!

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SFW Headcanons

- Boromir is quite the romantic. He’s never really been in love before you, so it catches him by surprise how strongly he feels for you. Like he finds himself randomly thinking about you while he’s training and ends up all flustered and distracted. He never saw himself getting married either - he’d always been too busy defending Gondor - but once he falls for you there’s no doubt in his mind that he wants you to be his wife.

- Even if you’re of a proper status to be Boromir’s wife, there’s a good chance that Denethor won’t think you’re good enough for his favourite son. But Boromir will not relent in his desire to marry you, even if that means defying his father and marrying you in secret. There’s a good chance that Denethor will get past it eventually anyway, because in his eyes Boromir can really do no wrong.

- He is incredibly physically affectionate - he loves giving hugs, and cuddling, and picking you up and carrying you. He loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him while he buries his face in your hair. Even if he’s had the most stressful day imaginable, holding you in his arms makes all of the stress and bad things in the world seem to melt away, even if only temporarily.

- Boromir hates being away from you, though obviously his duty to Gondor means he often has to leave for battle, sometimes even for long campaigns. But he keeps you on his mind always, and he fights in your name just as much as he fights for his country and his people.

- One of the ways to make Boromir melt is to show him gentleness and tenderness. Like you tending to his wounds after a battle? You washing his hair? He’s going to fall even more in love with you and look at you with pure adoration in his eyes, just feeling so lucky to have married the most wonderful woman in Middle Earth.

- I think he’d want to have a big family, maybe four or five kids, and a mix of daughters and sons! Of course if you’re not comfortable with that, he’ll defer to your choice - he understands that when it comes to making a child, he’s really got the easy job. If you do end up having children, he’d be such a sweet and attentive father - just imagine him playing with your kids the way he did with Merry and Pippin in Fellowship 🥹 - and I like to think that he would encourage his daughters’ interests just as much as his sons’! He’s definitely making sure not to play favourites at all either, because he saw how much that hurt Faramir when they were growing up and to this day.

- (I saw an imagine post talking about dad Boromir where he plays knights with his daughters and it solidified girldad!Boromir as my favourite headcanon, but I’m having trouble finding it again - if anyone knows the post I’m talking about please send me a link, I’ll love you forever ❤️🙏)

NSFW Headcanons

- Boromir is a very attentive lover, and so so handsy. This man will be touching you all over while you’re making love, particularly focusing on your hips, breasts, and thighs. I think he’d love it if you’re on the thicker side, because it makes it even more satisfying for him to touch you.

- He can be a massive tease - especially if you have particular sweet spots that he knows how to exploit in the best way possible. When you moan loudly, he’ll look at you with the biggest grin on his face as he asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. He’s a tease with his words too - sometimes he’ll whisper something dirty in your ear in an otherwise innocent situation just to see you blush - but he’ll certainly follow through on any promises he might have made to you later.

- When Boromir’s not being a tease he’s still talking a lot, mainly a lot of praise and whispered sweet nothings. If you talk dirty to him, it drives him crazy.

- This man absolutely has a breeding kink. I don’t know what exactly makes me think that but I just get that vibe from him. Like I said above, he wants to have a big family, and he certainly fantasises about getting you pregnant. If you beg him to cum inside of you he will fold so quickly. And when you are pregnant, he can barely keep his hands off of you, though he makes sure to be extra gentle as to not accidentally hurt you while you’re in such a delicate condition.

- He eats pussy like he’s starving and you’re the first food he’s seen in weeks. If he could spend all of his time with his head between your thighs he’d probably die happy.

- Also he loves it when you sit on his face.

- He’s very proud of himself when he makes you come really hard, and he usually won’t think about his pleasure until he’s made you come at least twice, maybe three times. As such, he’s not really into quickies, he wants to take his time.

- His favourite places to have sex are in bed, and also sometimes in the bath (but touching each other in the bath usually leads to him taking you to bed).

- Boromir prefers to be able to look you in the eyes when you have sex, so any position that facilitates that will be a favourite. He does like putting your legs over his shoulders, but he also likes watching you ride him.

#boromir x reader #boromir x you #lotr x reader #lotr x you #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings x you #boromir imagine #boromir imagines #lotr imagine #lotr imagines #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings imagines

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sevensoulmates · 24 days

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I really appreciate you making the buddie meta post for 7x4, taking that many hours of your time just to write it and sharing it with us. I'm really grateful, I was literally giggling and kicking my feet while reading your post 💕

What a wonderful episode, it still feels like an out of body experience and I'm so happy Buck is finally free (I'm still in disbelief they gave us bi Buck in such a beautiful way).

I really wonder how they will give us the Eddie coming out arc. ¿Do you have any theories at the moment? Also why does it feels like Marisol will be kicking rocks sooner than expected? 👀

Thank you again ❤️

Thank you so much!! I mean I always have so many thoughts going round and round in my head about this show at all times so at least this gives me a place to put em.

I was beyond happy with everything we got in this episode. 10/10 no notes. I'm getting the feeling next episode is gonna be similar but is also gonna have some plot twists as well. The possibility of a double date has me V~I~B~R~A~T~I~N~G especially if Eddie doesn't realize the entire time that BuckTommy are on a date. Eddie and his queer blinders runs so deep and I want to see the way his face changes when he realizes.

I loved how they handled Buck having this discovery and I'm beyond happy they're not going the "gay for you" route with Buck (and I hope not with Eddie either). I'm glad Buck can exist in the world as a bisexual man outside of his relationships, but also in conjunction with them. They're all a part of him and he deserves to finally be settled in that aspect of who he is.

I do get the feeling that Buck's gonna be so swept up in the euphoria of figuring out his sexuality that he's likely going to be attributing a lot of those feelings to Tommy where he actually isn't wholly the cause. Don't get me wrong, I do think Buck is genuinely interested and attracted to Tommy, and I'm excited to see where that goes, but we're already getting some hints about potential issues with their relationship and I'm very intrigued about where that will go.

My prediction for Buck is that he's going to dive headfirst into whatever he has with Tommy and start seeking out the feelings/connection he has with Eddie, but in Tommy. I think the date will have some hints at Buck and Tommy trying to connect in certain ways and Buck in the back of his head finding *something* missing.

As for Eddie....HOO boy. I think that he's gonna be in for an interesting time. There's a chance he might break up with Marisol in 7x05, or I was also seeing spec about breaking up in 7x07, etc. IDK ANYMORE!! As much as I PERSONALLY would like to see them break up next episode, I think it would also be interesting to extend that relationship out a bit more just to show Eddie's sexual struggles and have her as a foil.

I'll give you what I would LIKE to see instead of what I speculate might happen because at this point the information we do know is confusing.

I would like to see Eddie feeling visibly weird about Buck dating Tommy. The reasons for him feeling that way can be nebulous at the start. I want this to cause some issues with Marisol, but I want his primary issues with Marisol explored separately from BuckTommy as well.

I would love to see more of his incompatibility with Marisol explored, whether that's in terms of how they act on a date, how they talk to each other, maybe even sexually (?). I want Eddie to genuinely start questioning why once again he's not feeling anything in a relationship with a woman. Like Ana could've been a fluke, but now Marisol too? I want him to think about why he just forces these relationships into something full-blown when most people would be able to recognize they're not attracted/into someone after the first few dates and end it.

I would love to see him possibly being dissatisfied with sex (if they go the demi route) and being really confused about if it's the sex itself, or the woman he's having sex with. I want some definitive building blocks for Eddie being like "I don't understand why I don't feel attraction to her" leading to an eventual "I don't feel attraction to women" realization. I think that Eddie's queer realization arc deserves more nuance and time put into it and a slow unveiling. I think it can still overlap with BuckTommy, with his feelings regarding them confusing him even more.

Buck getting kissed once by a man, understanding and accepting his sexuality right away, and being excited about it makes sense for his character. Eddie on the other hand I think is gonna struggle with it a lot more. I would like to see those struggles highlighted. Bring in more of his family (parents, sisters, etc) and show him struggling with heteronormativity around them. Show Eddie struggling to act "normal" in his interaction with BuckTommy when they're around him as a pair.

I would love it if a surprise kiss in the heat of the moment came in somewhere. Whether Buck is/isn't with Tommy and Eddie is/isn't with Marisol, would provide different ramifications. But I don't want the kiss to immediately lead to them getting together. I want them to have to sit with it, and maybe Eddie can then deconstruct his feelings about men, his sexuality, and his feelings for Buck at the same time. I wouldn't mind this struggle continuing over the hiatus and into the season 8 opener, or having this be a season 8 storyline altogether.

Either way, I do firmly believe Eddie's queer arc is coming down the line, and what we're seeing now is going to be the foundation for him to work up to it. As we know, Eddie doesn't really have sudden realizations. He kind of lets things build and build until it explodes and he is forced to sit down and think about it.

Also I don't believe Tim Minear about his "spur of the moment idea to have them kiss". What a liar. They were filming the scene with Buck, Tommy, and Eddie at the helicopter hangar back in January. That was a whole 3 months ago. Oliver literally said it was his first day back on set. You can't tell me you filmed that without knowing how the episode was gonna end, Tim. What a lying liar who lies. I do believe him that bringing Tommy in to replace Lucy probably meant they could streamline the queer Buck storyline faster in the season, but I firmly believe he knew they were planning to get to it at some point. There's no way Tim could've gotten the green light for it from ABC that fast without major lengthy discussions, both with TPTB and the writer's room. People take a long fucking time to respond to emails, Tim. Get better at lying.

#911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #bucktommy #eddiemarisol #speculation

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mabelstone · 6 months

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Provocateur

matt stone x f!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, mature

summary: both trying to advance in the hierarchy of journalism, two sworn enemies will do anything (and anyone) to sabotage one another.

word count: 3.7k

cw: none really besides alcohol drinking. this is more an introductory chapter ❤️❤️ future chapters will be 18+

Her auburn hair shone under the stage lights as she answered questions at the podium. She had rather… interesting style, but that was a given considering she was the hottest artist in action right now. She wore a maxi dress made entirely from pages of her favourite books, mixed and matched poetry on frayed pieces of paper. With every step she took, you could hear the paper crinkle, and in no way was she comfortable. You couldn’t even wrap your mind around her Lady Gaga-esque fashion statements, or even the practicality of how her pieces worked. Albeit, you were completely and utterly fascinated by her. She was beautiful and had a cult following that would surely advance your career if you got the chance to write your article about her.

So that’s why you were here at the Metropolitan Museum of Arts in New York. You’d recently moved to a new prestigious journalism firm in the area, and you were more than prepared to step on some toes if you had to, determined to write your next piece on her. She went by the title Madame Provocateur, and by God, was that name perfect for her. She was here today to display her new artworks, selling for close to half a million dollars each. The artworks ranged from paintings depicting controversial opinions regarding war, to provocative nudist pieces, some even involving casts made of her and her partners’ genitals. As an art lover yourself, you were absolutely captivated by the sheer emotion of her pieces, especially when the overriding theme was rebellion and female liberation.

You dressed the part today, a long black faux leather coat that reached the back of your knees, matching faux leather books that hugged your calves. Your hair was slicked back, simple but dark makeup accentuating your features. You wore a beautiful - far too expensive - black dress underneath, sticking out like a sore thumb among the sea of people in bright colours.

As she stepped off the podium, you thought to yourself, this is my chance. You fixed your posture and casually approached her, the textbook definition of confident in your stature. As you opened your mouth to introduce yourself, a tall figure in an obnoxious emerald green suit slinked in front of you. What is that material? Velvet? You internally cringed, velvet was your least favourite texture.

“Madame,” he spoke cooly, extending his hand for her to shake. “It’s an honour to meet you, I’m a huge fan of your work. My name is Matt Stone, I’m a journalist.” You fought back the urge to roll your eyes as he continued babbling; the poor woman couldn’t get a word in if she tried. You took a glass of champagne from the waiter holding one of the trays like you see in the movies. This place was fancy.

“I was hoping to get your permission to write an article on you and your dedication to provoking controversial conversations in an ever advancing world.”

Oh please, you thought to yourself. Wonder how long he spent studying the thesaurus for that one.

You decided to interject, stepping toward the two of them. You didn’t even bother to acknowledge… what did he say his name was? Mark? Doesn’t matter, you pretended he wasn’t there. No time like the present, right?

“So sorry to interrupt, Madame,” you smiled, extending your hand to her as the other journalist did. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I won’t bore you with a thousand words, but I’m also a journalist and would love nothing more to write my article about you.” You placed a hand over your chest sincerely, pretending not to hear the scoff that came from the other journalist. “I’ve loved you since I was a teenager, it’d really mean the world to me.”

She looked between the two of you, seemingly unimpressed. She sighed before speaking, “I wonder how many others will ask me the same thing. I get this a lot, you know,” her French accent was thick, and her stare was painfully intimidating to say the least.

You finally looked to the man beside you, who shifted uncomfortably in his place. “But I suppose any press is good press,” she shrugged, looking between the two of you with pursed lips. “Write your little hearts out,” she feigned a smile, stepping away from the two of you.

You both stood there, absolutely shocked as you watched her disappear into the crowd.

He cleared his throat before turning to you, “didn’t catch your name. You are?”

“Y/N,” you looked up to him. Very handsome, short curly hair, peculiar oval shaped glasses.

“And your firm?”

“New York Times,” you grinned, still quite proud that you landed this position. “Trying to advance my position so, I really need this one.”

“Huh… never seen you around.” He rutted his jaw slightly before continuing, “I’ve been there for five years. I’m actually looking to advance as well so… I need this one.”

“Five years, huh? Never heard of you,” you stifled a grin as he clenched his jaw, starting to walk off. He followed close behind, exiting the museum with you. “Well, I’m doing this story. Sorry, sweetheart. I’m sure something else will come up for you.”

You bit your tongue to hold yourself back from arguing, hailing a cab from the street.

“Well, I am too,” you smiled sweetly, a cab pulling up to the curb. “May the best journalist win.”

“You’ll be okay,” he smiled back this time, stepping toward your cab. “I’m sure you’ll get used to losing. Or maybe you already are.”

You were shocked at his confidence, staring into the cab as he climbed in, jaw slack. “You getting in?” He smirked, patting the free seat beside him.

“Not with you,” you deadpanned, blood boiling at the way he shrugged and closed the door. You watched the cab pull away, arms folded over your chest like a spoilt child.

You climbed into the next cab, still in disbelief at what just unfolded with your supposed new coworker.

———

It was Friday morning the following day, and you walked into work with newfound confidence. You made your way into the large building, taking the lift to the highest floor to meet with your boss. Today he was setting you up with your own workspace and wanted to discuss what your next article would be. You knew your article would impress him, knowing the traction a story about Madame would bring. You scheduled your meeting extra early, hoping to be the first journalist to share your idea.

Once you reached his door, you knocked softly, awaiting his permission to enter.

“Come in,” you heard echo from the other side of the door, entering with a soft smile.

“Good morning,” you chirped, approaching his desk. His office was massive and had the most beautiful view of Manhattan.

“It is, isn’t it?” He smiled back, gesturing for you to sit before his desk. “We’re glad to have you on board.”

“Thank you, I’m so grateful for this opportunity,” you beamed, unable to contain the joy you felt. You hadn’t felt so excited in a long time, especially not for work.

“Speaking of opportunities, I see you’ve applied for our promotional position, yes?” He peered up at you through square framed glasses, his computer opened on what you presumed to be your file.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, folding your hands over your lap. “I chose the topic for my article. Madame Provocateur, the French artist. She’s been the centre of a lot of controversy lately, I feel like she’ll bring us a lot of attention.”

“Well, you might have some competition,” he pursed his lips, checking the time before continuing, “our own Matthew Stone has taken an interest in her as well. He should actually be here soon.”

That motherfucker.

“May I ask what his article is specifically going to be about? Like, what topics will he cover?”

“Hm, I’ll be honest, he likes to stir the pot,” he chuckled, and you fought off a scoff. “He’ll likely be writing an exposè piece as he typically takes that route.”

You sucked your teeth, sinking back into your chair. Well, fuck. You definitely have competition.

“I’m happy for the two of you to discuss your articles, the last thing we need is interpersonal conflict.“

You heard an abrupt knock on the door, followed by none other than Mr Stone walking through the door wearing a well fitted grey suit.

You fought against the muscles in your eyes, forcing yourself not to roll them. I’m going to have a good day, you told yourself. My piece is going to be better, I am better.

“Good morning,” he grinned, taking a seat beside you. He took one look at you and his smile was wiped clean. “Oh… hello.”

“Morning,” you mumbled, shifting your eyes to your hands. The tension in the room grew thick immediately, the feeling comparable to hands around your throat.

“Do you two know each other?” Your boss spoke up, gesturing between you both.

“Nope,” you spoke up, flashing the best fake smile you could muster. You turned to face him, putting your hand out for Matt to shake. “Y/N, you must be Matthew? It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Yeah, likewise,” he gave you an equally fake smile, squeezing your hand a bit too hard. You winced silently, pulling away.

“Matthew, Y/N is writing a piece on Madame as well.”

“Oh, is she?” He turned to you, jutting his jaw as he had the night before.

“I want you to be adults about it. You’re both located in block B, so I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to discuss.” Your boss gestured to the door, silently kicking the both of you out.

“Uh, block B, sir?” Matt questioned, tilting his head like a confused puppy would.

“Just for the time being,” he dismissed, eyes going back to his computer. “Your office is being renovated over the weekend, did you forget?”

“Oh, right, yeah.” He nodded, standing from the seat. He leaned forward and shook the bosses hand. Giving you one last look before leaving the room.

You followed suit, thanking your boss before following after the tall brunette. His steps were so large, you struggled to keep up. He got in the elevator and you had to practically run to make it in. He just laughed under his breath while you stared him down with daggers.

“So what’s your plan, huh?” You finally broke the silence between you both, immediately annoyed at the drawn out sigh he released. “An exposè?”

“Controversy sells,” he shrugged. “You’ll learn that after you get more… experience.”

You scoffed, following him out of the elevator to the B block of cubicles. “You know, I was gonna write the same thing.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, though it was more rhetorical sounding, as if it went in one ear and out the other.

“Mhm,” you followed him to two empty desks, one presumably yours as he took a seat at the one to the right. You took your seat, setting down your belongings, leaning on your elbows before continuing, “I have some connections.”

“Connections?” He scoffed, shaking his head before logging into his computer.

“I know where she’s headed this Saturday.” You spoke matter-of-factly.

“Mhm, the Little Red Door,” he looked up to you, mocking the surprised look on your face.

“How did you-“

“Look, kid. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but it would be smart for you to pick a new topic.”

“Maybe I should,” you feigned a sigh, turning to log into your own computer. He seemed pleased with himself, patting you on the back before leaving his desk. This guy clearly got too much praise from mummy and daddy and genuinely believed the sun rose every morning for him. There was no way you were letting him upstage you. Somebody needed to knock him down a few pegs, and you were the perfect person to do so.

It was 5pm now, your eyes were going all blurry from staring at the screen all day. You jumped when you felt a big hand clasp your shoulder, turning to see none other than Matthew.

“Sorry, jumpy,” he laughed, gesturing to the clock on the wall. “It’s 5pm on a Friday. I’m not spending another minute longer in this building. Let’s go.”

“Let’s go?” You scoffed, logging off your computer and grabbing your things. He was still standing there… waiting for you?

“What’s an uptight girl like you get up to on a Friday night, hm?” He walked with his hands in his pockets, seemingly only bringing his phone and car keys to work. Douche.

“Oh, where to begin?” You joked, stepping into the elevator with him.

“I’m heading out for a drink if you wanna come,” he suggested, eyes scanning your face. Was he seriously asking you out?

“Maybe another time,” you shrugged, trying to maintain the attitude that you didn’t care. Or at least make him believe that. “Got a lot of research to do tonight. This guy at work stole my idea so uh, while he’s wasting time at the bar, I’ll be getting closer to my promotion.”

“I stole your idea?” He laughed incredulously, shaking his head at you. “I knew you were young but I didn’t think you were so immature.”

“Geez, sorry. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve,” you studied his face, the way his eyebrows knitted together when he was frustrated, the way he lazily leaned against the rails in the elevator. The way his dress shirt hugged his biceps so nicely. Stop, you scolded yourself mentally. “You don’t get rejected often, do you?”

He just shrugged, staring ahead at the elevator doors. “You might be pretty, but your looks don’t mean anything if you’re a bitch. I was just trying to be nice.”

You stood there, a bit speechless. This guy confused you on every level. First he was an arrogant asshole, then didn’t speak to you all day, then asks you out for drinks?

“I’m a bitch because I don’t want to go out with you? Get over yourself,” you scoffed for what felt like the thousand time that day, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” he stepped through the elevator doors, walking away as he continued, “enjoy your ‘research,’” making air quotes with his fingers.

Why was I so rude? Wait, was I even rude? I’m allowed to say no. You were left again, conflicted and rendered speechless with one underlying thought.

He thinks I’m pretty.

When you got home, you followed your very structured routine. Feed the dog, shower, have dinner, then you could relax. You tried to do what you set out to do, pulling out your laptop to start your research.

All you could think about was Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. He plagued your brain; his pretty eyes, warm, deep voice, the way your stomach flipped when you kept replaying the moment he asked you for drinks.

Why did I say no? You mentally cursed yourself, deciding to crack open a bottle of red and try enjoy yourself. Truth is, you wanted to say yes. But something was holding you back. Maybe if you softened once you’d let him walk all over you? Maybe being nice was his way of throwing you off your game? Too late now.

You fought the thoughts of him the best you could, but eventually, you were overcome with curiosity. You reluctantly opened facebook, typing in his name. Turns out Matt Stone was a very common name. You eventually found him, seeing you had a few mutual friends.

Funny, when he wasn’t scowling or laughing at your expense, he was actually very handsome. Like… gorgeous. Aquiline nose comparable to a Greek God, the sharpest jawline you’d seen in a long time. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled, and his lips curved up revealing a small gap in his front teeth. You continued to scroll through his pictures, getting deep enough to see pictures from his early twenties. Woah. Big hair. Lots and lots of curls, and those oval framed glasses he seemingly always had.

You learned a bit about him. He was roughly 5-10 years older than you. He went to college in Colorado, but must’ve dropped out. He clearly thought he was hot shit, judging by the hundreds of photos on his timeline. He was unbelievably handsome, but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing you thought that.

By the time you’d finished the whole bottle of wine, the liquid courage coursed through your veins, controlling your fingers, adding him as a friend.

Shit, what if he thinks I was stalking him?

He added you back almost immediately so… too late. You tried to ignore the giddy feeling you got when you got the notification, opting for blaming it on the alcohol.

———

You had a somewhat productive day, having written the beginning of your article and feeling pretty good about it. Tonight, Madame was going to be at the Little Red Door; a small-ish bar located in downtown Manhattan. It was quite exclusive, but luckily, you had connections. It was relatively cold in Manhattan you’d grown to learn, so you put on a mid length, beige Burberry coat, with a fitted black dress underneath for once the alcohol heated you up. Your black stilettos clacked along the wooden floor in your apartment as you grabbed your handbag and headed out. It was approaching 7pm, and this was around the time Madame was expected to show.

You walked in, being greeted by the bartender you occasionally hooked up with. Whoops.

“How’s my favourite lady?” He beamed, already preparing your drink without you having to order.

“So so,” you smiled, tilting your hand side to side. “And you?”

“Better now,” he grinned, sliding the martini toward you. “This one’s on the house. Talk soon, okay?”

You nodded, blushing a bit as you found a table to sit at. He was handsome, tall, dark features, tattoos completely covering his arms. He was nice enough too, had a nice place, nice car. He was a bit of a coke head though, so you reserved your time with him for strictly sex only.

Fifteen minutes passed and still no Madame. You were halfway through your second martini when Matthew walked in. You knew he would be here, part of the reason you spent extra time on your makeup tonight.

You watched him order, deciding whether you should approach him or act like you didn’t see him. He seemed to have made his mind up, walking straight past you to an empty booth. Your heart accelerated when you saw him. Dressed more casually than at work, but still, he looked so clean. A black fitted t-shirt with black slacks. He had a silver chain on and his usual watch. He watched the band performing live music as he sipped on his beer, tapping the table along to the song.

Either he actually didn’t see you, or he was pretending not to. There he goes stealing my idea again. You decided to bite the bullet, taking a deep breath before grabbing your drink and approaching his table. He finally acknowledged you as you walked over, eyeing you up and down, righting himself in his seat.

You slid into the booth, blank expression. “Matt.”

He cleared his throat, bringing his gaze to your eye level.

“Jumpy,” he nodded toward you, taking another sip of his beer.

“I want to apologise for being rude to you,” you couldn’t meet his gaze, always having a weird reaction to sincerity. “You were just trying to be nice and I was being salty. Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” he smiled slightly, looking to his hands on the table. “Shouldn’t have called you a bitch.”

You sucked your teeth, only nodding in response. It was slightly awkward considering you only met two days ago and you’d already gone through the emotions of despise and lust for this man.

“I don’t think she’s coming,” you broke the silence, fiddling with the toothpick in your martini.

“That’d be my luck,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair.

Again, awkward silence. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Want another drink?”

He nodded, eyes glued to the band playing across the bar. Asshole. Whatever, you were gonna leave after this drink anyway.

You wandered back up to the bar, ordering a drink for you and your coworker.

Your occasional friends with benefits bartender looked almost offended, looking in the direction of Matt. “You on a date?”

“Him? Oh god no,” you shook your head incessantly, scrunching your face up in distaste. “Co-worker. We just happened to run into each other, I guess. He’s a prick.”

“Want me to spit in his drink?” He laughed, and you laughed too for the first time tonight. You shook your head again, taking the drinks from him.

“Thank you,” you smiled, walking away still giggling. Matt’s eyes were trained on you as you approached the booth again, sliding the drink to him.

“Weird, you must have a funny side,” he murmured, taking the drink from you.

“Are you gonna thank me, or?” You deadpanned, both of you in a staring competition now.

“Thank you,” he smiled, eyes still glued to you. “So who is that guy?”

“Just a friend,” you shrugged, eyes finally leaving his.

“Friends don’t look at each other like that,” he pursed his lips, toying with the neck of his bottle. “Are you fucking him?”

You snapped your head around at this, sure your ears were deceiving you. “‘Scuse me?”

“C’mon, you’re obviously screwing each other.”

“I- wh- that isn’t any of your business, Matthew,” you stuttered, tripping over your own tongue as your cheeks reddened. His face lit up at your implicit admission, a little bit surprised.

“Guess you aren’t as uptight as I thought,” he chuckled, and you threw him a glare.

“Like you’ve never had meaningless sex before,” you rolled your eyes, unamused by the mischievous look on his face.

He shrugged, still grinning. “Touché. I wanna hear more about this. Wanna do some shots?”

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