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diazevan · 14 days

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it's a leap of faith

Buck needs to talk to somebody after kissing Tommy. So, naturally, he ends up on his sister's doorstep in the early hours of the morning. Read on AO3

“Hey, I’m sorry..." Buck feels like he’s completed a marathon, or maybe even two. All he's done is sit in his apartment, mulling over the events of the evening, before realizing he needed to speak to somebody.

So, he got into his car and drove to the person he can always count on.

Maddie stares at him, slowly blinking. “Buck, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Sorry.” His heart thumps in his ears, and if he doesn’t sit down soon, he may crumple into a heap. “I just—I just, um–”

“Hey.” Worry fills Maddie’s face. She reaches out, pressing a hand to his arm. “It’s okay. Come inside.”

Buck takes careful steps toward the dinner table, because if Jee-Yun hears a floorboard creak, she’ll be up.

He thanks the stars that Chimney is working. While he hopes to tell everybody about his revelation, he intends on taking it slow.

Maddie takes a glass from her cupboard and fills it with water, which she places in front of him. He takes a sip, ignoring how much his hands tremble as he does.

He can sense Maddie’s concerned gaze, looking for answers and worrying about worst case scenarios, as both of them tend to do.

“Buck, look at me.” She takes his hand, and mimics a deep breath, for him to follow. “Breathe.”

“I’m okay,” he pants, taking time to calm himself. “I promise, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” Maddie’s eyes are frantically searching for an answer, and he can see the panic growing in them.

“I spoke to Eddie,” he calms his tone, hoping to show her that he is okay.

“Yeah?”

“He forgives me. And I owe him a few favors,” Buck says, with a smile.

“Rightfully so.”

“I, ur…” Buck laughs, bowing his head. Then, he stops, taking a second to compose himself.

This is the moment. The leap of faith he knows that queer people take every single day, and this one is his.

He isn’t sure what he wants or needs to say. There’s no manual for this, and researching ‘how to come out’ only guides him so far. “Do you ever feel like you’re not complete?” he finally asks.

Maddie frowns. “Not complete?”

“Like there’s parts of who you are, that you haven’t discovered yet, and when you do, everything kinda, comes into focus,” he stammers.

“Sure.” Maddie nods. “I think that’s life, right? We’re always changing.”

“I guess.”

“Evan?” She speaks gently, as if she’s calling out to him, despite being sat side-by-side. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I just, kinda don’t know how to explain it.” Buck sits up in his chair, clutching his hands together.

“I’ll understand.”

There’s no right or wrong way to do this, but Buck feels like he’s about to take center stage and perform a song he doesn’t know.

“Tommy kissed me,” Buck blurts.

Surprise crosses Maddie’s face, and her jaw slacks slightly. “Tommy kissed you?” Her expression morphs with realization, and she smiles. “And how did that make you feel?”

“I, um, I kissed him back,” Buck splutters, his hands flailing about in front of him. “I wanted to, and I…” He suddenly becomes aware that his cheeks are wet with tears.

He’s not entirely sure why he’s crying. He’s certainly not upset. If anything, he’s joyous.

“It felt like, um that—” he cries.

“Everything came into focus?” Maddie finishes.

“Yeah, yeah.” He runs his hands over his cheeks. “It really did.”

Maddie jumps to her feet and pulls him into her arms. Since he’s sitting down, she has a height advantage, and as he wraps his hands around her back, he feels like a little kid again.

The same one who always ran to his big sister.

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispers in his ear as she clings to him. She steps back to press a kiss against his birthmark. “I’m proud—oh, and I.” Tears are filling her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Buck spots the clock on the wall behind Maddie, and inwardly cringes. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s fine.” She waves a dismissive hand as she sits down. “You can always wake me up when you need me.”

"Thank you." He relaxes, and then says, “I thought I’d be–”

“You’d be what?”

“Confused, but I’m not, it all makes sense.” He leans his head in his hand. “There are all these moments I’ve looked back at, and I know now, what they meant.” He lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I just, I never knew that this was a discovery I could made–”

“What, at your old age?” She teases. “Not everybody knows exactly who they’re going to be by 18.” Her smile somehow grows wider. “I’m so happy for you. You look–” she cuts herself off, tilting her head like she’s had an epiphany of her own.

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’re holding the weight of the world on your back anymore.”

Buck lets out another breath, and like every one since Tommy kissed him, it is filled with relief.

Because he’s finally free.

#911 spoilers #911 fanfiction #911 abc #evan buckley #maddie buckley #i haven't published anything in almost a year! so excited to have inspiration again.#the buckley siblings

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literallydontknowdontcare · 5 months

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I’m literally BEGGING a Vanessa x fem!reader where Vanessa gets jelly and it ends up in rough/angry sex

You DO Own Me

Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem Reader

PLUS this request: “Can we get Vanessa fucking y/n roughly? Like pulling hair, biting neck and scratching back type of rough?”

a/n: yessir 😜 merged this request with another anon as they coincide… sorry for the delay in fics. I am still sick but that not my excuse: my excuse is I'm lazy lol. This may be shit, sorry ;')

Content/Warnings: Top/Rough Vanessa, Bottom sub reader, smut, choking, strap use [r receiving], rough sex, not proofread/edited, Vanessas kind of an asshole but that's hot

w/c: 2024

The ride home was silent. Well, not completely. Though Vanessa was extremely unimpressed, her lips pressed together and her hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles turned white, you were having the time of your life. Under the influence of alcohol, you were giddy and chatty, oblivious to your girlfriend's simmering anger beside you.

“And I literally told Mike that he was insane for thinking those robots cut him in his sleep, but of COURSE he decided to ignore me and continued to take those pills. I mean, really? The poor man is half asleep most of the time!”, you huff, recalling your last shift. “What do you think?”, you turn to Vanessa, your half dazed, half-blushed face informing her that you really did have no idea that she was mad.

“Mm”, she replied, uninterested. You, again, didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. “I know! Maybe I should replace them with some melatonin gummies.. He probably wouldn’t notice”, you giggle, rolling down the front window to breathe. Fanning yourself, the alcohol making you overheated, you gaze at the stars outside in awe. The outdoors really does hit differently when you’re drunk. Unbeknownst to you, Vanessa was seconds from snapping. Pulling into the driveway of your shared home and parking her personal vehicle beside her cop car, she immediately stepped outside as soon as the gas turned off and slammed the door shut, ignoring your own door and walking to the front of the house. You frown, beginning to zone back in.

“Maybe she just forgot”, you think, in reference to her not racing to open your door or offering to carry you inside as she usually would. Stumbling out of the car, you follow behind her into the house. “Vanessa?”, you ask aloud, wondering where she disappeared to in the span of two seconds. Pausing, you try to listen for any footsteps around the house for any indication of her location. Nothing. “Vanessa? Baby?”, you repeat, concerned now. Half limping, you shrug off your jacket and kick off your heels, wandering around the house. Finally, in the corner of your eye, you see the upstairs office light getting turned on.

Sprinting up the stairs, going as fast as your tipsy body would allow you to, you head for the office. Before you could open the door you heard a mumbling sound. Cracking the door open, you witness your girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, talking to someone on the phone.

“Yes, yes. I understand. I just thought- no thank you. I’ll be alright. Sorry for the misunderstanding”, Vanessa answered someone on the line, grinding her teeth when she saw you enter. “Thank you. Have a good one”, she hung up the phone, turning away from you and leaning against the desk.

“Vanessa? What’s wrong?”, you whisper. She snorted.

“What? Now you notice?”, she spits, still not turning around.

You bit your lip, anxious at her reply. “What was the phone call about?”

“Work. Nothing for you to worry about”, she then laughs. “Not that you were, to begin with”. She leans over the desk, reaching for a pen and paper to jot something down, and you try to not let your mind race with thoughts of her rolling her hips forward as you can tell she needs comfort right now, not a horny girlfriend.

You walk towards her nervously. “Are you okay baby? You were fine in the car-”

She snaps at you. “No. I wasn’t. If you weren’t so lightweight you would know that”. Stillness filled the air, the only noise coming from the scribbles of the pen as Vanessa jotted down the information from the phone call.

Coming up behind her, you gently place your hand on the back of her arm. “Is this- is this about Mike?”, you watch her jaw clench from the side. Blinking in surprise, you reiterate. “It is? Isn’t it?”

“Drop it”, Vanessa scowls, shoving herself off the table. Your foggy brain couldn’t help but think ‘muscle memory’ with the way she practically ground against it in annoyance.

“Are you serious? He’s a respectful guy! His old crush means nothing”, you protest.

“Nothing? You make me sick”

“What do you want from me? For me to spit on him and never talk to him again?”, you snap, frustrated now.

She crosses her arms. “Preferably”, she snickers. She comes closer to you. “Or maybe you like the attention? Hm?”

You pull away, hurt. You’d like to believe she was drunk saying this, but she was completely sober. “Vanessa-”

“Poor you, huh? Do I not give you enough attention? Is my poor baby always so needy”, she mocked, snarling.

You blink away tears and begin to walk out of the office when you feel a gust of wind and a sudden thud against your back. Gasping, you slam into the wall, your head narrowly missing the collision. Before you could turn around, you felt Vanessa pin your hands behind your back, her cuffs clenching around your wrists and shutting with a loud ‘click’.

“What the fuck Van-FUCK”, your sentence gets cut off as you hear a loud smack; Vanessa had just hit your ass. You feel numb for a few seconds, and then everything after that. You whine out, trying to cover yourself as she grabs your cuffed wrists and pins them above your head, her other hand coming around your waist to arch your back towards her. “Always whining. Never taking what I give you”. She slaps you again, the force of her hand biting your skin, surely leaving red marks that would turn purple tomorrow. You bite your lip, pain, and pleasure fighting to take over your emotions. You settle on both and she digs into your scalp, raising you up to her. You whimper out as she turns your head to the side and begins to suck at the front of your neck. Your life flashes before your eyes; having to walk in tomorrow at Freddy’s, a hickey so prominent that any efforts to hide it with makeup make it look evening trashier, and Mike seeing exactly what she did to you. You never understood her anger when it came to Mike; she liked him well enough. You just were never allowed to talk to him, apparently.

“Vanessa, please”, you whisper as she bites the side of your neck, pain seeping in. Squirming, she finally releases you. You flop against the wall, breathing heavily as she stares you down.

“Look at you”, she hisses. Everything about Vanessa commanded respect. Not one part of her demonstrated sex except for her slightly flushed cheeks and large pupils. Her hair was perfectly in place, her shirt was properly ironed. You, on the other hand, were tied up, beaten, and most definitely not commanding respect. It was exactly how Vanessa liked it on days like this.

She leans forward, tangling her hands gently in your hair. She tugs on your strands gently, lulling you into a false sense of security as you close your eyes, content. You should have known it wouldn’t last. “Pathetic, you are”, she says. Suddenly, she drags you to the office desk, making you gasp out in pain, flinging your hands to hers in a poor attempt to release her grip. Shoving you over the desk, she had you right where she wanted you in the first place; bent over and tied. “What, you thought I was going to treat you?”, she laughs. You stutter, words being unable to properly form. “Nothing happened! You were there the whole time! Why am I being punished for your jealousy issues?”, you yell out as she begins to scratch your back deeply. Her nails dig into your skin, fire spreading everywhere you touch. Wailing and twitching in her grasp, you hear her from behind. “Stupid girl. So disappointing when you act out against me”, she taps on the handcuffs. “Are you forgetting who protects you? I can harm you instead if you want baby, just ask”. She pauses, waiting for your reply. Nothing.

She smiles. You can feel the cockiness being emitted without even seeing her. Instead, you intently stare at the table, wishing you were in bed right now instead of feeling the humiliation of your girlfriend lifting up your skirt to check your panties.

The cold table was a harsh polarity to your pussy; you hated how your pussy was throbbing faster than your heart. Vanessa hummed from behind you, clearly amused and proud of you. Leaning over you, the shape of her breasts being felt against your back despite her clothing, she whispers a soft “I love how much of a whore you are”, before standing back up and softly grinding her front against your bare ass. You widen your eyes as you feel something hard press against you. You love how hot and cold Vanessa can be. No matter how rough and angry she can get, she can never resist treating you first.

The sound of her unzipping her pants was as close as you were ever going to get to hearing church bells. Hell, even angels singing couldn’t replicate the sound of her strap slapping your pussy. Shutting your eyes, your brace yourself against the table, moaning as her cock dipped into your soft entrance.

“You think you deserve this?”, she asks, moving your hair back with her hands, a gesture she couldn’t help doing. Not when she knew you did nothing wrong.

You nod desperately, grinding your ass back into her strap, your pussies walls clenching around nothing in a desperate attempt for friction.

Vanessa stayed silent as she plunged her cock into your pussy. You, however, most definitely did not. Your screams filled the quaint neighbourhood as she thrusted into you at a brutal pace that didn’t account for your lack of adjustment. Your hands gripped anything on the table in sight, your body becoming simultaneously needy and overstimulated. “P-please Vanessa slow- oh FUCK yes-”, you cry out, conflicted with the pain.

She rakes her hands over your ass, switching between slapping your reddened cheeks and clawing at your lower back. Hearing her deep, ragged breaths, you knew she was close; the strap hit her clit at every thrust, making her let out lowly strained moans. “Van-”, you roll your eyes back, your vision turning white. She was hitting your gummy walls so right that it felt insane. Your arousal was streaming down the table and her legs, which Vanessa acknowledged by letting out a snort.

“Need to come, baby?”, she hummed. You whine, grinding back. You needed this release so badly; anything Vanessa had told you had already been forgiven.

“V- nessa I need to.. Please”, you bite your lip and squint your eyes, begging yourself to not release before she allowed you to do so. You couldn’t risk more punishment. She sighed as if thinking about it. She sped up the pace, pounding the strap in a way that made it ten times more pleasurable for her as it did for you.

As your fingers grabbed at the table, she let out the smallest whimper that made you go feral. You pleaded, over and over again, to come. You felt extremely betrayed and turned on as Vanessa slumped forward, her chest heaving from cumming quietly. “Oh y/n”, she moaned, “Cum now baby”, she snaked her arm around your waist to bring your ass up even higher as you came with a loud cry.

You let go of the table, your body now going limp. “Vanessa”, you sigh, unable to move. Despite your comfortable position, consisting of you flopping across the table and Vanessa holding you loosely with her strap still half inside of you, she pulls out and forcefully slips you over way too soon for your brain. The pleasure was turning into pain again, and you hiss as your ass makes contact with the table, the marks making it unbearable.

“Don’t think this is over”, she murmurs as you pull her closer.

You look at her, confused.

“It’s only 1 am. If you think I’m done with you, you are sorely mistaken”

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as-is-above-so-below · 3 months

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Cardigan - John Price x F!Teacher!Reader

Part 2: Midnight Rain

summary: you get yourself in a pickle a/n: hi! I return again! I'm sorry it's short, but I'm trying a new method of posting. Instead of aiming for a specific word count (which leads to me getting writer's block and not posting ANYTHING), I write until I'm satisfied with what I'm trying to achieve. Hopefully, I've achieved that goal, and y'all like it :) Blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

You drummed your fingers against the notebook in your lap and gnawed on the top of your pen. It was late, even by your standards; the sun had long since set, and dinner eaten hours ago. But you were up, sitting in the dark in your living room, heavy rain pelting your old windows. You were trying to pull together a new lesson plan for the following day. A few curious students had started asking questions about the modern military. Like, key differences between military strategies used in the time they were studying and today. And, of course, yet again, you made promises that you were struggling to keep. And you always keep your promises to your students.

Fuck.

The internet wasn’t helping at all. You didn’t study military strategy in any of your courses. Was that even a thing?

The last thing you wanted to do was call him. You were so confident that you could solve your problem yourself, at nine o’clock. Now, it was past midnight, and you were absolutely desperate.

Fuck.

Before your tired brain can flood with guilt and change its mind, you grab your phone from your nightstand and tap into your recent calls log. Your stomach churned, anxiety bubbling up with every trill. God, it’s so fucking late to be calling. It felt like you were split in two. One half of you was praying that his phone was on silent (you know it’s not) or he’ll sleep through the ringing (he won’t), while the other–the miserable, exhausted half–needed him to pick up.

The latter won out.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

John’s deep, sleepy voice made you feel guilty and incredibly happy that you’d woken him up. Soft and grumbly, rolling in his chest; it made you feel soft and warm inside…

Not the point of the call.

“Hi, John. I’m completely fine, I just…” You took a deep breath, the heel of your free hand pressed into one of your dry, worn-out eyes. “I know you’re this big important captain, and you have work in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a pickle and need a massive favor.”

There was a slight rustling on the other end like he had turned slightly to check the nearby time. “It’s one o’clock in the morning, love,” he mumbled.

You felt even worse. “I know, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me,” you begged, running a hand over the top of your head. “One of my kids asked about the military. It sparked a whole discussion in class, and I may have overstated my knowledge. I barely know anything about it, and my brain is turning to mush. I’m so tired I wanna cry, and-”

He quickly cut off your rambling. “Woah, hey. Slow down there. What’s going on?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more awake.

That brought you pause. You honestly hadn’t thought what you would ask if John actually answered the phone through. It was one o’clock in the morning, which John had correctly pointed out, and your brain wasn’t operating at full capacity.

“I was…wondering if you could give me a lesson. Because I’m super tired, and I like to hear you talk.”

“…You do?”

“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from you just…talking to me? But I’m a history teacher. I’m an expert on wars, not war.”

There was some shuffling on the phone. On the other line, John was leaning over the edge of his bed, searching blindly for his little pocket planner in the pile of clothes on the floor. The rustling stopped when he placed the device on his pillow, rifling through the calendar. He sniffed and was quiet for a moment, while you nibbled anxiously at your pen. Again.

The silence finally broke with a tired sniffle from John. “I can do you better. Why don’t I come to your classes tomorrow?” he asked.

You froze, pen still between your teeth. John? Coming to your school? Spending the day with your students? That would be the equivalent of introducing your boyfriend to your children.

“…Really?”

“Sure.”

Could you even call him your boyfriend? You’d been on a few dates, sure, over the last…two months? No, it was closer to three. Had it been that long already? You did some quick math in your head. You’d gone on about one date a week, with a few canceled due to last-minute commitments. Still, about one date a week, over three months…

Holy shit.

“John, I’m sure you’re busy. I couldn’t-”

“Not at all,” he hummed, cutting you off. “Besides, it would take me ‘til class tomorrow to give you a good enough rundown, and the boss loves shite like this.”

“I thought you were the boss?”

You could practically hear a small smile tugging at John’s lips. The expression was a familiar one. The corner of his mouth quirked up, shifting his beard and creating happy wrinkles near his eyes. His nose would scrunch up a bit, too, especially if you were out in cold weather.

“Everybody has a boss, sweetness. Myself included.”

Christ. Not the pet names. And especially not in the tired, gravelly tone his voice was currently in. John Price was going to be the death of you, even in his unfocused state.

You unfolded your legs from underneath you and moved your notebook onto the coffee table. Your resolve was fading, and you couldn’t be bothered to argue. While you did feel bad about dragging John to your school to fix the problem you created, you weren’t sure you had any other option. Accept defeat? To a group of teenagers? Absolutely not. You’d never live it down. You sighed, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. “If you’re sure…”

“I am.”

A soft smile crossed your face. “Is this just a ploy to meet my kids?”

“Maybe.”

Your sleepy giggles were like music to John’s ears. The sound alone was worth the favor. As if he wouldn’t have done it anyway, just to ease your stress. He would take any and every opportunity to make your day easier or make you happy. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh in person, laying beside you in your bed–

No. John’s a good man. A gentleman, he would say. A man who was perfectly capable of not acting on his urges and thoughts. At least, not in person. However, in the privacy of his own home? That was a different story.

“Thank you so much, John.”

Right. You’re still on the phone. He heard a soft click on your end of the call.

“That’d better be you closing your laptop, I’m hearing.”

“It is.”

“Good girl.” You blushed furiously. Fuck. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

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akkaweo-akkaweo · 10 months

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Taste Test

Kim Jennie x Irene/Bae Joohyun x M!reader

Tags: threesome, blindfold, facesitting, edging(?)

WC: 4.5k

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Working at a bistro in Gangnam-gu had two quirks that didn't need explanation: first, the money, obviously; and second, the frequency of being around Korea's rich and famous. It's even come to a point where seeing awarded drama actresses or show hosts was less interesting than seeing some more interesting figures come by: chaebol hierarchs, mid-level politicians, and the like.

Tonight, the bistro is restless; busy, but not packed. And as you wait a table of some tech company management, you're called to the front to escort another set of customers.

"Hey, Table 27. You're assigned to Ms. Kim and Ms. Bae."

Those last names may be very vague at first glance, but you were all too familiar with this duo: K-pop royalty Jennie and Irene. This was not the first time you've breathed the same aromatic-filled air as them in this space, but in those times they had patronized the joint with different sets of guests. This would be the first time you spotted them together, much less served either of them.

Quickly adjusting your collar and trying to swallow the fanboy-sized lump in your throat, you meet them at the receptionist's area.

"Good evening, Ms. Bae, Ms. Kim. Please follow me to your table," you say, as rehearsed a thousand times by now. Nothing to freak out about. The two are busy with their respective phones, but are noticeably missing their usual entourage of managers and bodyguards. And as you lead them to a more secluded and closed off portion of the bistro, you catch them putting their phones away completely. You didn't think idols could be autonomous to this degree, but you set aside the thought as you pass menus to them.

"There's no need for that, dear, thank you," Jennie said with a smile. "I'll just have an espresso please."

"Right away, miss. And how about you?"

"Do you have any teas? Just a pot of whatever you have tonight," Irene replied.

You note their orders and head to your station. The location of the console where you prepare the coffee is just close enough to catch their conversation, but a glass divider mutes it enough that the clinking of spoons on ceramic distracts you away from it. Doesn't seem like anything particularly interesting though; both just seemed to be catching up from a break in their respective tour schedules.

Upon finishing their orders, you bring them over, with the usual pleasantries to exchange. "Is there anything else I can get you, miss?," you ask.

"If you don't mind me asking," Irene chimes in, "are you new here? I don't recall your face."

"Actually, I've been working here for almost a year, miss, maybe almost two," you respond. Staff normally aren't supposed to talk to customers so casually, but you decide that it wouldn't hurt to do otherwise being out of view from the rest of the crowd.

"So why here then? You have quite the face, why not anywhere else?," Jennie asks.

You try to charm your way out of an obligatory, potentially shameful monologue, saying "Well, short answer is, I do it for the money. Don't we all?"

The two giggle, and inside you're running a football victory lap for nailing a perfectly executed quip. You leave them to it and attend to other tables, but you swear you could catch them glancing at you time to time. They call you over a second time about thirty minutes later.

"Good evening again. Did you enjoy the drinks? Anything else I can get for you?," you say.

"It was great, I don't actually think I've tried the tea here. You have good taste," Irene replied., "but yes, we would like some dessert as well."

"Alright, what would you like?"

"How about you put that taste to the test and surprise us. We trust you," Jennie butted in, with a little smirk. While you would normally be fawning over the gesture, you also felt a growing fear of embarrassing yourself. You swallow the feeling, responding with a half lie, saying "I think I have just the thing."

You walk back slowly to the counter as you ponder on what the pair would like. After a few seconds, you had an idea: Jennie might like a light cream-based pastry, and Irene would probably prefer a sorbet or anything with fruit. You find the closest approximations in your menu and bring them over. To your relief, it seems you've delighted them once again.

"Spot on with the choices, I love it," said Jennie. "How about you Joohyun, what's your verdict?" Irene, however, seemed too busy savoring the treat. "Well, I guess that speaks for itself. Three points for you."

"Thank you, miss. I do believe that's all orders complete, anything else I can do for you?"

Irene, having finished her plate, replies, "How about the bill? We have some other plans tonight."

"Certainly, miss. Just a moment."

As you leave, you can overhear them bickering and exchanging whines and banter. Probably fighting over who pays, as is custom. By now the bistro is taking its last set of customers, so the discussion isn't as hard to overhear. As you return, though, it seems an agreement had been settled; you resolved to keep this interaction short to avoid getting told off.

"Here," Irene said as she handed back the holder. "Please hand this to your manager, there's special instructions for how to use the credit card in there. He'll know how to handle it."

"Of course miss. Thank you," you replied, walking to the cashier.

A part of you felt a bit sad that your interaction with the two was coming to an end. Nonetheless, work is work, and you call your manager.

"Sajangnim, I was told to hand this payment to you."

Your manager looked puzzled at first, but opened the receipt anyway, followed by a quick furrowing of brows. Was something wrong? You try not to overthink it, considering he processes the payment in a few moments. He hands you back the receipt, with the same half-puzzled, half-concerned look, adding, "Did you talk to the customers that much? Move to the front end when you're done with this."

Uh oh. Were you in trouble, for casual conversation no less? The struggle to not overthink is getting difficult at this point, but you have no choice but to stomp it down. As you reach the table, however, you notice the pair are missing already.

Panicked, you rush to the front end to ask your colleagues, and it turns out they were just about to ride their car. You rush out and call for them, hoping to return Irene's credit card before you cause a nationwide scandal.

"Miss! Please don't forget your credit card!," you call out.

The next 10 seconds are a blur. You reach the vehicle right as Irene steps in, and before you could try and call for her attention again, a cold hand grabs your wrist and pulls you inside the van. When your brain has processed the situation, you find yourself inside the black van, facing Irene and Jennie.

"I'll be taking that," Irene said, breaking the silence and swiping the credit card you were still holding in your hand. "You've been such a wonderful server tonight."

"That's why you're here with us," Jennie added. "Don't worry, your manager already knows. The whole credit card thing was a lie."

"Hey, it wasn't a complete lie. It's still a special credit card that I absolutely cannot afford to lose," Irene interjected. "Good thing we had you, right?"

The two started teasing each other, probably hinting that they both had a role to play in what just happened. You, on the other hand, are still evidently puzzled trying to process what had just happened.

"Relax. Consider this an early clock out," Jennie reassured. "Because you've been such nice company tonight, we have one last series of tests for you."

"How exactly is kidnapping me and testing me an act of gratitude?," you blurt. The shock starts to subside and you piece some things together, but try not to assume too much nor think too highly of yourself.

"I mean, would you like us to leave you back in there? You could go back to waiting tables, that's fine with us. But," Jennie pauses, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in a bit closer, "where's the fun in that?"

You pause for a second, looking straight into both idols' eyes for a few seconds. They looks seem as sincere as their words.

Without hesitation, you reply, "Well, if you trusted me, I'll trust you as well. Please take care of me."

Irene claps her hands before pulling out a black cloth. "Okay," she adds, "let's start with this."

~~~~~

Blindfolded, your ears are a little more sensitive than normal. In the 15 minutes you gave up your sense of sight, you got off the car, were escorted slowly and carefully by the duo across a bunch of corridors, and brought to what sounded like a medium-sized room (on account of how much their giggles seemed to fill the space easily).

You try to ask a question to gauge your surroundings. "Any chance this blindfold is coming off soon?," you ask.

Someone put their finger over your lips, replying, "Shh. Don't think about that just yet." The voice was a bit higher in pitch, maybe that was Irene? Seemed likely.

"So, are you ready for our little game?," a deeper voice asked. That must be Jennie then. "We're not gonna stop you from saying no." The aforementioned sensitive hearing was most obvious as you felt two different breaths whistle from each side of your face.

Nervously, you try and crack a joke. "Hey, as long as neither of you are serial killers, I think I'll be fine."

"Like I said," the deeper voice chuckled, "you're way too cute to be a waiter." Suddenly, a pair of lips peck yours. Now, your sense of hearing might be a bit stronger, but trying to identify a pair of lips from a kiss? That would almost be a superpower — one you wished you had as a softer voice started to talk.

"I guess that's your first test then. If you can successfully guess which one of us is kissing you three times in a row, you get a step closer to removing the blindfold."

Before you could interject with a "But that's impossible!," another pair of lips meet yours, this time kissing you deeper than the last. After a few seconds, you're asked, "so who do you think that was?"

You took a second to try and think, but the mere shock of what happened in the past few minutes alone blinded your intuition even more than the cloth over your eyes. You take a shot in the dark. "Uhh... Irene?"

"Nope. Try again."

Another pair of lips, this time her tongue meeting yours. They feel a bit less plump this time, and after the kiss ends, you're asked the same question. "What's your guess this time?"

"No, that's Irene. I'm sure."

"Please," a different voice replied, "just call me Joohyun. And yes, that was me. Two more guesses to go."

Another pair of lips meets your cheeks, moving down your neck. The sensation shocks you too much to make a more educated guess other than "I think that was Jennie?"

"Oops, guess you're back to square one," a voice taunted. You couldn't explain it, but the two voices started to match each other, yet were somewhat distinguishable. You could tell the one who just spoke was Jennie, so maybe it was Irene that time?

The test proved to be much harder than you thought. The two alternated between light pecks all over your face and neck, deep make outs, or some mix of both. At different points, their kisses sank deep into your skin, causing you to tremble and moan. And for every instance of that or any wrong answers, a couple of giggles follow. It was never actually long enough to catch any hints right away, but about 6 tries later, you actually make it to a second correct answer: you figure that Jennie tends to be a little bit more aggressive, while Irene was softer, but still playful.

"Last chance," Irene taunted. "Ready?" You give a simple nod.

This round's pair of lips go straight for your neck, but move lower to your collarbones as your dress shitt is slowly unbuttoned off you and exposing a bit more of your upper chest, at least what wasn't covered by any undergarments. Without warning, a second pair of lips meets yours, and starts making out with you. Fuck, both of them at the same time? Did they even want to do anything else except play with you?

Both lips stop at the same time, and Jennie asks, "So, who kissed you that last time?," which threw you off guard. You tried to give it serious thought, trying to think of whose lips you felt on your chest.

With a bit of hesitation, you reply, "That was Joohyun. Jennie was the one all over me."

A short bit of silence freaked you out, before being broken by Jennie. "Finally. We thought we'd have to let you go too soon."

"How about you show us how you kiss this time?," Irene says, as she grabs one of your hands and places it on her cheek. You try to hold back, scared of shocking the delicate woman, but another hand – Jennie's – turns your head the other way. "Don't hesitate. You're good," she adds.

They take turns guiding your hands to their cheeks, to signal whose turn it was to have a taste of you. After a few turns, both of them start working your undershirt off you, taking turns on your chest and neck. You weren't the most buff, but you could feel their soft lips cover you little by little. The past however-long-it's-been of teasing has most definitely gotten you hard. A hand glides over your groin ever so slightly, which is enough confirmation for them to continue.

Jennie giggles, breaking the silence. "Looks like you're ready for the second test."

"What makes you say that?," you reply nervously, your breath still rushed.

A hand guides you to what felt like someone's shoulder, down to their chest. You feel a soft handful of skin and cloth fit into your palm; instinctively, you squeeze, and you hear a soft, low moan. That's what that was. When did they even remove their dresses?

"I see you get the idea," said Jennie. "Same thing: three consecutive tries to guess who you're touching, and this time we'll actually remove your blindfold."

"Feel free to do whatever you want to figure it out," Irene added. "You're doing great."

This time, your other hand is guided to a bigger, softer handful. You guess Jennie, and you're correct. The second time however, your hand touches something warm, and your fingers are squeezed tightly inside wherever it currently is. You try to feel around, and you hear a louder moan just as deep as the last.

"Was that still Jennie?," you try and guess.

A voice whispers in your ear, "Nope. But that was good." Irene.

Just like last time, the two take turns having you touch their breasts or through their panties. You never realized how similar their bodies were; with every guess, each groin you touch is hotter and wetter, each nipple poking into your palm more sharply than last. It takes you less tries this time to get to two in a row, about 4, and by then the room felt much hotter – or perhaps it was just you, extremely flustered by the nonstop moaning in your ears that most definitely left you a little bit wet as well.

"Okay," Jennie huffed, since she was the last one you touched. "Another twist."

You feel your pants finally come off slowly, and both of them sit on either one of your thighs, slowly rubbing themselves against your legs. Their hands make their way all over your back and your neck, and you try to respond by reaching out for both their chests to play with their tits. Their moans are a bit too similar now, both louder than before.

You try to even the playing field by trying to remove their bras, and making your way to suck on their nipples. Whoever you were doing that to, their moans got louder. You could feel Irene's more toned body and firmer breasts on your left, paired with a deeper, more throaty moans. To your right, Jennie's higher pitched moaning matched her softer features pressing on you: her thighs, her breast, her arms grasping you.

Struggling to get a word in from the overwhelming amount of pressure, you gasp, "It's... Irene... I mean Joohyun... on my left, and... Jennie on the right."

Moans turn into pleased giggles. "Fuck, you're good," Jennie said under her breath. A pair of arms wrapped around your head, and you could feel the blindfold come off.

After being glared by the single lamp in the room, you can see both idols in full view: both their dresses and bras on the floor, and a pair of frazzled heads of hair and deep lustful gazes staring back at you. You proceed to take turns making out with them again, as you try and stand up to get them off. You find a bed right behind you, and you take them there.

Jennie and Irene are now both spread out on the bed, each trying to catch their breath. "You took care of me, how about I take care of you next?," you said.

You slowly work the panties off Irene, and Jennie sits up to kiss your chest. Irene comes in with a kiss to Jennie's lips, distracting her enough from you to get her panties off next.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely get to do that for this last test," Irene replied.

"Haven't I proven myself enough, miss?," you respond sarcastically.

"Not with tongue of yours, you haven't," Jennie added. "Here's the deal: one last round of being blindfolded. Three correct answers, not consecutive this time. Just three."

"The catch?"

"Just guess who's tasting you," cooed Irene.

"And the reward?"

"I think you know that already," Jennie teased.

Any sense of inhibition has left you at this point. "Surprise me," you reply.

Jennie grabs the blindfold from the floor and places it over your eyes once more. "One last thing," she adds, "if you cum, you lose."

Once more, before you could muster a "Wait, what?", you're pushed down on the bed and a different pair of lips meet yours.

Jennie's warning makes much more sense when you feel two pairs of lips start to work on your dick. Just the sensation alone of both of them working their tongues along its length, giving it light kisses and occasional licks, was enough to get you throbbing.

The pussy on your face is warm and wet, and you feel your cheeks and chin drenched. Every entry of your tongue deeper into it brings out a moan, which while being sucked off brings more pleasure-filled vibrations down to your base. The challenge is getting the one you're licking to make a recognizable sound, but your own stimulation makes it hard to focus. You catch a lucky break however, and you hear Irene's moan with a flick of her clit. "That was Joohyun!," you rush to say, trying to get the two to give you a break.

"Good job," Irene replied. "Two to go!"

You can feel the pair getting off the bed and walking around, likely to throw you off from assuming they'd just switch places. Your face gets sat on once again, while someone rides your thigh like last time. This time, a pair of hands meet at your cock, taking turns to stroke either head or shaft. You could hear their moans, but this time it seems they were making out with each other, because they seemed to be coming from the same area. You reach ever closer to the edge, and you try to focus on the pussy you have to taste. However, you don't find anything in particular to make an educated guess, so you blurt, "Is that Jennie?"

"Nope," she replied, with a light tap to your dick, as if to mock you. "Though Joohyun here is loving all the attention."

The girls get off the bed again, and you notice the one sitting on you this time is facing the other way. No one is at your dick fortunately, but you can hear Joohyun moaning. Something does feel different however, from the taste of the fluids drenching your face to Irene's moans sound a bit too distant. You weren't sure however, so you kept going for a few minutes (to also catch your breath), and you notice Joohyun's moans didn't match your pace. You make a guess again. "This is Jennie."

She lets out a deep gasp, as if she was trying to hold everything in. "That's two," she adds.

"One last," Irene chirps. Same routine, but this time it's back to facing the other direction, while another starts grinding along the length of your dick without getting it in. This was the toughest one yet: not only were the moans muffled with them making out with each other, or simply being right up on each other's faces, but whoever was grinding you was really good at it. You feel yourself ready to burst any minute, so you try to fixate on anything: the direction of the moans, the taste of the squirt, now mixed with sweat, anything. No dice, not for the two longest minutes of your life.

Desperate to not lose, you beg, "Let me guess!," hoping to buy time.

"Go," Jennie gasped.

"Hurry... please..." Joohyun added.

The synchronicity of their moans alone was testing your resolve to the fullest. But you think you've got it, from the taste on your tongue to the way your face was ground on.

"Fuck, get off Jennie! It's Joohyun on my face!," you plead, as you feel cum start to well up inside you.

The two get off the bed, and you remove the blindfold yourself. You're all heaving and gasping for air. You check to see who's closest to you: it was Irene, and Jennie, facing you from the farther end of the bed, looks at you. She stares for a few seconds – her eyes were incredibly seductive – and gives a smirk.

"Looks like... you won. You're good," she said.

Joohyun adjusts to meet your eyes as well. "Guess I guessed right when I said you'd be great in bed," she added.

You look up, staring at the ceiling, still dumbfounded at everything that's happened in the past... hour? Two? You've lost track. But you felt the two women crawl closer to you on both sides, starting to make light, tender kisses all over your neck and chest.

"We're sorry if we went too hard on you," Joohyun said. "We don't usually last this long with anyone... and we certainly don't feel as good as with you."

"Too good to be just wait staff," Jennie repeated. "But, I guess it's time for us to serve you then."

Their hands make their way down to your dick again, stroking it at the right spots to give you chills, but light enough to not bring you too close to the edge. They seem much more experienced than you thought – probably since they were a bit older than you as well.

"You can do whatever you want with us now. No more tests," Irene whispered in your ear.

"This is the best aftercare of my life," you joke.

Jennie giggles by your other ear. "How can you still make jokes?," she sighs, before locking her lips with her yours. Irene meets both of you in the middle, and the three of you take turns kissing each other, occasionally meeting all three tongues in the middle.

The two split away from your face and make out with each other, and you sit yourself up to watch them turn their backs to you as they flash their pussies in front of you. You don't see their faces, but you feel them start to work their mouths over your dick again, slow and steady but enough to lubricate your whole length, bottom to top.

You take advantage of your position, and moving up the bed to lean on the headrest, you play with their clits, much more properly now that you can actually see what your doing. Their light moans were enough assurance you were doing the right thing, doing the same process of sending waves of pleasure all over you.

You don't hesitate to try and please them more, moving between using two fingers and going back to rubbing their clits. The moans intensify; Jennie's moans turn into high pitched screams, and Irene's turn into chest-deep heaves.

Joohyun, unsurprisingly, is the first to buckle. "Fuck! I'm gonna...," she trails off, before holding her breath letting it all out in a single squeal. You can feel her cum all over your fingers, coating it thick.

"Please," Jennie begged, "me too." You oblige, and you use a third finger to try to stimulate her. Fortunately, it was enough to send her body trembling, and a bit of her juices sprayed out and all over your arm and the bed.

Both ladies catch their breaths before turning to face you, and resume blowing you, with a last wind of effort to try and fish out an orgasm from you. They take you in their mouths all the way, and you throw your head back, inching closer to actual release.

"I'm gonna cum," you try and warn them, but the pair stare at you while they do their deed, resolved to make you finish. They clasp their hands together with your dick in between and start stroking you fast. You find yourself moaning to a backdrop of Irene and Jennie begging for your cum, and before you know it, you burst all over their hands and faces.

They seemed to have fun licking each other up right after, sucking on each others' fingers and exchanging kisses to suck up any stray strings. They have quite the bond, managing to giggle and tease even after such a tiring night, up until they lie down by your sides once more.

"So," you break the silence again. "Did I pass your tests?"

Irene puts a hand over your chest. "With flying colors."

Jennie, however, props herself up on an elbow. "Though, I think I'll be visiting that bistro more often. Just to see if you've still got it," she added with a wink.

"Is that a challenge?," you tease.

"Sure," Irene replied, "if you don't mind us upping the difficulty."

"Well," you said, thinking hard about your answer for a few seconds.

"Then what can I do for you, miss?"

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A/N: much longer than my usual, and honestly a bit fun to write. hope it didn't drive you crazy with the length, though i'm pretty sure there's longer here.

#girl group smut #kpop smut #red velvet smut #irene smut #blackpink smut #jennie smut #male reader

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I Can't Lose You-Part 10

Warnings: Bin losing it (yes this is a warning), A person is grabbed, cursing, boundaries, Anger in Bin's mind (You will see why this is a warning), Mentions of miscarriage, Things come to light, health scares, yeah this one is rough, anxiety, regression

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Characters: everyone except Bangchan is in this, Soo, Reader,

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Previously:

There was comfortable silence in the car, most silence with Minnie was always comfortable. Then Changbin’s phone rang, Seungmin said “It’s Felix.”

Pick it up.” Changbin said Seungmin hit the green phone icon on his phone and put it on speaker, "Hey Lix we o-"

Felix sounded out of breath, “It’s Soo… she’s here.”

Bin’s POV:

My blood ran cold. We are still so far out. '`Where's Y/N?” was all I could get out. This is why I didn’t want to leave in the first place. This is torture. I know Minho is going to do his best to keep her out, if Soo is anything like Chris, it won’t be easy. I heard, “Where’s Binnie?” at almost the exact same time I asked for her. My foot pressed down on the accelerator as I waited for Felix to answer. I heard bickering in the back, one voice very condescending, “I am just trying to--”

Then I heard Hyunjin snap, “What? What could you possibly want here? To apologize? To see if she’s okay? Well she isn’t thanks to you. Get out of the room now before I have to put my hands on you and drag you out.” That made me feel slightly better. Knowing that the boys are willing to do anything to ensure her safety.

Felix responded, “She’s in bed with Hannie but she’s slipping, she’s already stopped answering everyone except for Hannie. She keeps on asking for you and I don’t know what to do.” The worry in Felix’s voice seemed more out of anxiety than danger.

“What about Soo, where is she?” I asked.

“She keeps trying to get into the room, she walks in and tries to say things to Y/N but we form a wall, her voice is still triggering her. Hannie is trying to calm her but it isn’t working.” I heard more shuffling and more of that woman’s voice, “Y/N just let me talk.” I looked at Seungmin quickly and his face was completely different. He looked like he was going into war, just like mine, I’m sure. More than anything… I’m scared. She needs rest. The doctors said so after the last attack, only Hannie and I know.

The doctors specifically took a read of her heart during the attack, they’re finding that there may be some changes in it. Something that right now may be harmless, or not, it all depends on how her heart responds to stress. Some people die from stress alone.

They took Hannie out to explain the last bit and he messaged me later. Y/N is looking like the latter situation, the stress so high that the heart pumps too fast for too long and it just… I can’t finish that sentence. Judging by how Felix is reacting, he just seems normally worried. Fuck, I want her in my hands right now. I need her right now. That’s the only way I can make sure she’s okay. Without that I just feel like I’m living on borrowed time.

I had to make my voice as even as possible as I made the call, to let the boys know, “Hand the phone to Hannie. After that, tell Hyunjinnah if he has to put hands on her, do it. Y/N is still unstable, the stress will make her heart stop, we don’t have a choice Lixie, she could die. I’ve seen it almost happen. I'll be damned if either of them take her from us. They already took her child, they aren’t getting her. Go and do that now, do it quietly, Lix.”

Felix said, “What?” I can tell he is worried. His face always shows any emotion he has, as well as his voice.

He can’t show worry in front of her, “Felix listen to me, if she can see your face look away from her. You cannot show how serious this is in front of her… Do you hear me?” I have never heard my voice come out this stern, I know he’s scared, I can hear it. I’m so scared if I wasn’t driving I’d be crying right now.

“Yeah I hear you. It’s okay.” I could hear the uncertainty. Like he is asking for reassurance. I don’t blame him. When I read that text, it felt like my heart dropped into my stomach. She is so important in all of our lives. She may not believe it, but us being where we are now, with her; That is proof in and of itself how loved she is and the lengths that we’ll go through to make sure our family is protected.

“I promise you, if you do as I say it will be okay. I’m not letting her go, none of us are, she needs us to protect her right now. I know you can do that for me. You’re so strong Lix, repeat it to me, what do I need you to do?” I tried to make it as honest as possible. A lot of people see Felix as emotional. He is, but he is the strongest out of all of us, it’s his empathy that makes him so strong in situations like this. After all, I was a crying mess a few hours ago and no one tried to console me except for Lix. It’s because, just from looking at the situation, he can feel what you do. Your pain is his pain. That in and of itself proves invaluable for someone like me, who has problems explaining feelings.

“Hand the phone to Hannie, let Hyunjin know that if we need to use force we will.” Felix repeated it back to me calmly.

“Good job Lix, hand the phone over.” I was trying to sound as strong as I possibly could. In reality, I feel like I am going into this blind. I know that I’ve seen it before. That doesn’t change the fear that is plaguing me right now. “Hannie, can you hear me?”

“Yeah Hyung.” I heard Han on the other end. He didn’t sound scared, just calm. Someone on the outside would think that’s great news. In reality, it’s terrifying, Han is only calm when he has to be. So to hear him nearly void of any and all inflection tells me that things are serious. “Talk to me, how is she looking?” I want a full picture of how she is doing> Without that I know I will go into a full panic.

“Heart rate’s 110, slowly climbing. Her skin’s clammy, can’t keep her eyes still, she’d starting to slip, Bin. She won’t stop asking for you. She keeps on looking for you. " He then addressed Y/N, “Anya, look at me please, can you do that for me?” Shit… It has to be bad. Hannie almost never uses that nickname.

He calls her Anya because it’s his favorite character in an anime that both of them love, they rewatch it together all the time. The minute he met her he couldn’t stop calling her Anya. She loved it, of course, since that's her favorite character too. Her hair had pink highlights in it only to add to the nickname. She’s so strong and independent. It fit her perfectly, in Han’s eyes.

He’s using that to try to get her to go back to a happy time, not the last time she saw Soo, “Remember that day, Anya? The day I gave you that nickname? In New York?”

I just heard the smallest, most broken voice, “Binnie, I want Binnie to make her go away. Hannie, can you help me find my Binnie please?” I could hear the thickness of unshed tears trying to fight their way out. Hearing her made my eyes wince reflexively. She’s regressing, sounding more like a child by the minute. The pain is literally shocking her back to a time where she had no idea how to handle the pain, but people could help, when she was a child. It was the same thing that happened in the last attack. It’s her brain trying to protect her.

“Put me on speaker, Hannie.” After I heard some shuffling and what sounded like someone tapping on the phone I said, “Angel?”

“Binnie, where are you?” Just hearing her say that name with that tone, it ripped my heart out. She sounded like she was shrinking, I could sense it in her tone, the way she was holding on to the present.

“I was getting your brownies for you.” I used a lighter tone. I always did with her, I couldn’t help it. The fondness I hold for her constricts my vocal cords, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe around her, not from being suffocated but from being struck by how gorgeous she is. No matter what, even after Chris married her, she always came to me for comfort. Even when we're watching horror movies, she would hold on to me and hide behind my upper arm, gripping my biceps like they had the antidote, the solution. She would hold me like I was going to chase away the monsters on the screen. That reminded me that this time I wasn’t there to chase away the monster, and I felt rage at that, rage and fear.

“Oh yeah… you’re coming back? M’scared.” That tone. She was slipping again, just my luck that right when she said that is when we hit a red light. I looked at Seungmin and he nodded, I blew right through the light. “Make her go away, Binnie, she’s saying mean things,” I started to hear her voice crack, I could see her shrinking in my mind. Trying to make herself as small as possible, trying not to get hurt. Tears started forming in my eyes as I heard her.

“I am almost there, okay Angel? I’m going to make sure she doesn’t come near you ... Can you tell me where MinMin is, Angel?” This question served two purposes. It both keeps her grounded and it gives me a gauge of where I am needed more. Right now I need to know if I need to blow by Soo to protect Y/N, talk her out of a flashback, or if I can deal with Soo personally. All of it hinges on Minho.

“He… He… MinMin?” I heard her ask. I could hear the fear laced in her tone. That tone makes me want to hide her from everyone and everything.

Then I heard a soothing tone of voice, “I’m here Beautiful, don’t worry.” It was Minho. That allowed me to breathe for a second. I know Soo won’t touch her.

She answered me,“He’s at the door… Keeping…” I could hear more of a little scuffle, shifting around, sneakers on a concrete floor, talking… But nothing from her. The closer I listened the more I heard.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay, I’m still her best friend.” I heard Soo say.

Hyunjin fired back with, “No you’re not her best friend. We are her best friends and unlike you, we won’t stab her in the back. Funny how best friends aren’t supposed to do that.”

“Hannie what’s happening?” I couldn’t help the uptick in my anxiety. If I could just look at her, if she could see me and I could see her maybe it’d give me more time. But I can’t, it’s too dark. No matter what I did, whatever solutions I was coming up with it all came down to time I didn’t have to get to her. The threat is there now. Here I am so far away.

“She’s staring off.” I heard Han and my stomach dropped.

“Angel? Are you there? Keep talking to me…” I am trying so hard not to add to the chaos. I am doing everything to breathe normally, stay calm. I am struggling, I want her to be safe, that's all I ever wanted, I just wanted her happy and safe.

“Binnie… why did this happen?” She said, in a very calm tone. That scared me as I am sure Han is watching the heart monitor. I had to snap her out of it. I’m 10 minutes away. I’ll make it in 5. “Hey Angel, let me ask you a question.” I said as I cut through a deserted parking lot, avoiding another light.

“Yes?” She was close to the phone but so far away in her mind. I was semi- ecstatic that she answered me, usually that isn’t the case. I could hear the disorientation. I had to get her back to the here and now.

“You always wanted to go to Nami Island to take pictures, right?” I asked.

“Yeah! The trees are amazing in spring! And they have snowmen cakes around this time! Every season is so gorgeous.” I could hear some excitement, but overall monotone. It was similar to the voice she’d use when Chris made a promise that she knew he wouldn’t keep. Like she’s already over the thought of what was said was actually going to happen.

I giggled, “Ok how about when things calm down we go to Nami Island, then? And as soon as the seasons change and Nami Island is at its peak I’ll take you again.”

“Really?! You’d take me?” It was almost like her mind had to take the time out to realize that I am not Chris and that when I tell her something, that I will do it. That made me feel so sad for her. No one should go through what she went through.

“Sweetheart, I will take you anywhere all you have to do is say the word.” I said honestly. That’s how it’s always been. Whenever she wanted to go out she wouldn’t go to Chris, he’d get mad for being disturbed, she told me. She hated going out alone though. One day I walked by their room to hear her ask meekly and he told her that his answer won’t change, he had no time for her. I continued to the kitchen and instead of reaching for the preworkout, I looked for any reason to call her over. When I did, I called her over. I could tell she was crying so I just opened my arms, asking what’s wrong.

“You have been through so much, I just want to see you do what you love, without worry. We can be there as long as you want, okay?” I told her. I already know that I am not going anywhere without her for a long time. Fuck going to the studio. Fuck the 3 hour long dance practices, that is not a things at this point. I know that Chris is going to do anything he can to get to her alone. He is smart, that much is apparent. He’s definitely not going to let her go easily. I can feel my hands subconsciously tightening on the wheel. Just by what I heard from the kitchen minutes ago, he thinks that she belongs to him, that is some fucked up archaic shit. She is her own person. Her own beautiful, loving, caring person. She deserves to be treated as such.

“Thank you, Binnie,” I could hear her tone still small, but excited slightly.

“Anything for you, Angel.” I don’t think she realizes that I will literally do anything for her. I’d give all of this up. Hell I am still trying to convince myself to stay on this team, I can’t see myself being in a room with Chris again, yet I am expected to somehow cohabitate with him. I can feel the saliva build in my mouth as my intestines twist. I’d do anything to keep her safe, happy. To let her know that she’s loved.

“She wasn’t taking care of him…. Not the way I could, look at her! She can’t even handle her best friend talking to her!” I heard the sarcasm spew from Soo’s mouth. It made rage build in my stomach. Then I heard Hyunjin again, “You are fucking delusional to think that you are in any league near Y/N. You are a spineless cretin, she’s a caring person. A person who loved you like a sister. The only person who could look at a piece of shit like you and find something good in them.” I couldn’t help the smirk on my face from hearing Hyunjin reading her for filth. “The only reason why she can’t ‘handle’ a waste of space like you is because you did this to her. You broke her along with Chris!”

“Are you coming here soon?” I heard her whimpering as I continued to break every speed limit known to man, “she won’t leave me alone. Make her go away. She’s saying things,” I could hear the shake in her voice. She is trying so hard to stay here in the present.

“Angel, I am one minute away as soon as I get there, I’m going to make her go away. Minnie’s going to come in and take care of you while I make sure she’s gone, okay?” I tried to fight the shaking in my voice, but I can't help it.

“You’re coming back to me after?” She asked.

“Absolutely, I will be right next to you, sounds good, Angel?” I asked. Being next to her always made me feel like I was home. It was the weirdest sensation whenever we were on tour or anything like that. I never got to see here daily, which was also torturous. I hated it. It wasn’t like I could call her daily either, it was more of a reminder than anything that I am just a friend, not her husband. Being next to her is where I belong. I feel it in my bones. Just thinking about being next to her is soothing to me.

“Yeah…”

The next minute we were in front of the hospital I looked to Seungmin and he said, “Go, I’ll park the car. I’ll stay on with Birdie in the meantime.” Thank God for Kim Seungmin. I don’t know how he knows what I need to do. Especially when I can’t even keep my head on straight right now. My guess is that he could see the distress in my face. I immediately got out of the car and bolted into the hospital. I was trying to find the quickest way to her, and to get Soo away. I decided on the stairs since she was only on the third floor. I was taking two or three steps at a time.

The utter desperation I am feeling is something that I have never felt before. I’ve never cared about or for anyone like this before. It’s like the fear and the desperation come with a feeling like my very being is being threatened. I can’t do any of it without her. I’m not just talking about performing and singing, no, I can’t breathe without her. I don’t want to eat, workout, I can’t function, period. That’s why I have to keep her safe. I’m not just protecting her because she is loving and kind, I am protecting her because I love her. She has my heart and she always did, from the second I looked at her she had it. The minute she laughed she had my soul, she may not know it or care in the same way but I don’t care. I love her.

By the time I made it to the third floor, my lungs were burning, only adding to the rage that I was feeling. I heard Hyunjin speaking slightly louder than anyone should in a hospital hallway as I speed walked down the hallway. I ran into one of the nurses and told them to call security that the other person that caused it is here. I told them I’m taking her to the waiting room to separate her from Y/N. They nodded. The closer I got the more my veins popped.

One second she was arguing with Hyunjin just inside the doorway and the next I wrapped my arm around her midsection and picked her up, dragging her out of the room as I said, “Hannie, Minho with me. Lix, check on Angel make sure she’s okay, Seungmin-ah is coming up soon.” Then I directed my voice to Y/N, “I’m here Angel I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Soo was struggling in my grasp but I didn’t care. I lift almost 300 pounds for fun, and she thinks that she can get out of my grasp? “Get off of me!” She squawked. All I did was glare at her and say, “You and I are going to have a little conversation about boundaries.”

The nurses that knew who I was at this point, since I had been there the whole time. They also knew that I’m a sweetheart, but they also knew that I love Y/N so their faces also turned with smiles as they saw me dragging Soo. They probably knew from my face alone that I’m currently holding the last of the trash to be thrown out of Y/N’s life.

I heard Han and Minho’s footsteps behind me as I walked into the waiting room. As soon as the door was closed and locked I grabbed one of the chairs and plopped her in it. “If you move from there. I will pick you back up and put you back. You understand?” I caged her into the chair. She nodded her head, not good enough. “Oh you had no problem talking shit when I wasn’t here, now you’re all of a sudden unable to speak?” She shook her head, “Then fucking use your voice. You’re so brave saying that she can’t handle talking to you yet you forget that you literally KILLED her CHILD.” I screamed in her face, and she shrunk away.

I felt Han’s hand on my shoulder, silently begging me to back off I’m sure. I have never been this bad as I backed off and dragged a chair and sat right in front of her, “You are such a piece of garbage. What were you trying to do by coming here?” I leaned back in the chair, not letting my eyes leave hers. Just trying to remind her that right now, if I let myself, I’d crush her in a heartbeat.

I heard two more chairs dragged next to me.

She looked at all three of us as she said, “I wanted to see if it’s true, if she really is as broken as I was told.” I could see the corners of her lips fighting a smile.

“If you don’t wipe that smile off your face, I’ll wipe it off for you.” Minho glared at her as I stared at her. I knew that Minho is very attached to Y/N. The fact that he is reacting like this, is a little new. He has always had respect for everyone, I can also understand where he’s coming from. She means so much to us. We wouldn’t hesitate. “You wouldn’t dare, Minho,” She laughed.

“He won’t… too much respect… I however,” I stated very matter-of-factly, “Have a very hard line, Soo. I don’t touch women in any violent way ever… But if anyone messes with my family and with whe people I love? All of a sudden gender is irrelevant… So the next time you speak, I recommend you speak with that in mind.” I saw the blood drain from her face, I felt a new level of base in my voice. The anger is starting to reach a level I can’t control.

Minho added on with “Usually I’d have too much respect. That was before what you said about Y/N. About her losing the baby being a good thing. That it’d make the divorce less messy…”

My eyes went wide as my heart dropped on the floor, shattered. When did this happen? How did this happen? I looked away from Soo for the first time, “I don’t think I heard you correctly… She said WHAT?”

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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I read your Edmund shot where he proposed to her and I was thinking about the part where he threatened us. What if we asked him if he had laid with a woman before and that dictated our answer. Like if he had laid with a woman before we would choose death but if he hadn’t then sure.

Alternative ending

Yandere!king x fem reader

Summary: you don't accept the kings propsal

Warnings: death, guns, blood, talking about sleeping with women, blood, massacre, threat, obsession

THE FULL ORIGINAL ONESHOT

Spinoff

“Marry me, my lady”, he says. “I don’t want to live another day without you. Be mine. Please. I’ve gotten rid of all the competition. I will never look at anyone else besides you. I got rid of them all.”

You can’t find any words. Your brain has stopped working completely. Not a single sound leaves your mouth when you open it.

“If you don’t say ‘I do’, you will be shot”, the king says warningly, dark eyes looking directly at hers. “If I can’t have you, no one can. It’s you and I or no one.”

“Y-Your majesty”, you sob. “Please … please don’t …”

“Say it.”

“I-I … I can’t …”

“Y/N, tell me you’ll be my queen, tell me that you’ll stay with me forever … or end up like all the others.” He caresses your wet cheek and you flinch away from his hands. They may not have physical blood on them, but you know that they’re covered. “Don’t be a stupid girl now, darling. You know you don’t want to die. Accept the ring. Accept my love.”

You give the pile of bodies a gaze. That is not how you want to end up. But the king has gone insane … you can’t accept that either. You know what they say around the kingdom. He sleeps with any lady he's come across. You'd rather die than marry that kind of man.

“Y/N …”, the king says. “I’m losing patience.”

"I-I don't want to marry a ladies man …"

He's taken back by your sudden requirement.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"E-Everyone says that you've slept with a load of women … h-have you?"

The king gulps and shakes his head. It wouldn't matter if he lied, right? The women he's been to bed with is in the pile, and you'll never have to worry about them. Ever.

But you can see right through it.

"You're lying …"

"But, darling, they don't mean anything!" He gestures towards the messy dance floor. "They're all lying there! You're the only one I want!"

"I don't want to marry you then …"

He goes white with realization. "Y-You're really going to choose death?"

You nod as tears run down your cheeks. The king shakes his head. He can't.

"Please kill me …", you whisper.

"Don't be stupid."

You turn to the guards and hold up your hands, surrendering.

"Don't!" the king exclaims.

He runs over to one of the guards and grabs his weapon. With burning eyes, he walks back to you.

"If anyone's going to do it, it's going to be me", he says, now sounding determined but his hands are shaking. "One last chance to change your mind."

You shake your head. The king nods, gulping.

“I’m sorry, my love”, he says.

He seems to have trouble firing off. His finger rests over the trigger and for a second, you think that he’s going to have mercy on you, but then he fires off. He breathes out shakily and watches how your body falls to the floor. What has he done?

“Y-Y/N …”

He bends down and holds your dead body in his arms as he sobs. Why couldn’t you just have accepted him? He would have kept you safe and never let anything bad happen to you! His past doesn’t matter!

The king makes sure that you get the most beautiful funeral anyone in the kingdom has ever gotten. He visits your grave everyday to tell you what he’s done and what’s going on in his life. He promises you never to marry anyone else than you. He’s going to die alone, die by your side.

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ssahotchnerr · 9 months

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hey, i just broke my wrist today so i was wondering if you could possibly write some fluff about aaron taking care of reader with a broken wrist.

btw i love your writing!! 💓💓

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omg oh no i hope you recover quickly!!!!! & you're so so sweet thank you <33 cw; bau!reader, reader gets hurt, descriptions of injury, established relationship, cute banter, aaron being concerned and a dork <3

it wasn't uncommon for you to do paperwork in aaron's office. you would never deprive yourself of being in his company - that was the first obvious reason you opted to work in there - but the occasional change of scenery was nice. it was much easier to tackle files, especially when caseloads were demanding and high in quantity, alongside aaron; making small talk, getting his seasoned input, a kiss or two if you were lucky. the setting also prevented the inevitable distraction of derek's humored remarks, usually leading into a conversation that was far from productive.

aaron sat behind his desk, while you were seated opposite of him. in the instances the two of you stayed behind after hours, your chair would join his, or you would simply end up on his lap. it wasn't very convenient with the limited space; it was uncomfortable yet comfortable at the same time. but just having aaron close, being able to hear his soft breaths and sighs as he worked, the warmth radiating off his body, sneaking more than just two kisses. it gave you a feeling you couldn't quite put into words.

it was crazy to think, that when you stepped into this office for the first time, ages ago, that you would end up here. with your boss of all people, who you loved more than anything.

a man you used to think had no emotion, but were granted the gift of being the only person he chose to reveal that side to.

however, and sadly, this wasn't after hours, so your current position was across him, scribbling away. as you finished writing a statement your pen quirked, slipping out of your fingers onto the floor. and while leaning over to the side to retrieve it, you and the chair completely tipped over.

your hands fanned out to break your fall, but unfortunately you reacted a bit too late- you still landed onto your right hand. hard.

intense pain shot right up your arm, the impact hot and immediately throbbing at your wrist, causing you to let out a small yelp, both from pain and the surprise.

"shit." aaron was on his feet just as fast as you fell, a few papers toppling off his desk in effect. "honey, are you alright?"

you didn't answer as you peered up at him, the expression on your face saying it all.

like him, you were stubborn. when injured, you would downplay it- insist you were fine, it wasn't as bad as it looked, all the usual excuses. but aaron knew you, so he knew the pain in your eyes.

he crouched besides you, reaching out for your hand hesitantly, raising his eyebrows in a silent question, may i?

you nodded your head in confirmation, and aaron picked up your hand at your wrist. his touch was gentle, but it still resulted in an immediate wince from yourself. the burn caused also tears to fill your eyes.

"can you move it?" aaron asked, his brown eyes lifting to meet your gaze.

"i think so?" you lied, not even bothering to try, your hand remaining limp in his. the swelling had already begun, your skin flamed with a vague blue faintly mixing in.

"shit." aaron swore again, a breath exiting his nose as your wrist changed colors right in front of his eyes. "well, it's best we get this looked at. and quickly. c'mon."

after helping you to your feet, holding onto your wrist firmly, but softly, aaron escorted you out into the bullpen.

"don't move it."

you began to quip back, "i'm not moving it-"

his tone was insistent, light. "yes you are."

"no, i'm not."

the exchange was on the playful side, but still weighed with concern. to aaron', you could get a paper cut and he'd be just as worried.

a few concerned heads poked up from their desks as the two of you passed, aaron pausing momentarily at the bullpen's kitchenette, still supporting your wrist. he stopped in front of the refrigerator, which luckily contained an ice pack in the freezer.

"keep this on, okay?" aaron quickly grabbed a paper towel, wrapping it around the frigid pack, slowly placing it against your wrist.

you winced again at the contact, but nodded as your hand laid overtop of his, taking over. the chill with the contrast of your hot skin was uncomfortable at first, but soothed the ache just a bit. the throbbing didn't falter, though.

at the ER, an x-ray confirmed a minor fracture, and soon enough, your wrist was bound and secured in a cast. the doctor mentioned physical therapy to restore motion and to regain strength, but that was a matter for the future.

"so i guess this means no hand to hand combat for me for a while, huh?" you stated once the two of you were in aaron's car.

"you got that right." aaron chuckled softly, reaching over you to buckle your seatbelt for you himself. "for the next five to six weeks," he pressed a kiss to your temple, "you're desk-ridden sweetheart."

"and can spencer do my paperwork?" you joked, but your right hand was your dominant one.

he started the car. "we'll see."

"morgan?"

"oh, definitely."

you laughed, "then one thing needs to be in order."

his arm rested on your seat briefly as he peered behind, backing out of the parking space. the sight caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, he truly was too attractive for his own good. "and what's that?"

"you'll sign my cast, won't you?" you teased, your lips tugging into a smile.

aaron snorted a laugh. "sure. how about, aaron with some hearts?"

his suggestion was all play, teasing you right back. but in all honestly, if that's what you wanted, he'd do just that.

you rolled your eyes, his laugh making you forget any pain your hand still withheld. "just humor me, hotchner."

aaron grabbed onto your left hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of your hand. "always."

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my-corneroftheworld · 1 year

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Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,1k

Tags: Smut in later chapters (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, talk of climate change, asphyxiation, the deep sea being a bit scary, war, violence, harsh language, Wakanda forever spoilers, the usage of y/n, afab reader

Ps. if you read the preview before you can start reading after the divider. I barely made any changes other than grammar-related and wording. If you want more chapters I would greatly appreciate some constructive criticism in the comments

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Chapter 1

I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes. "You can't just go behind my back like that! There are set rules and hierarchies that keep our organization running smoothly!" Adeoye yelled while he was walking frantically back and forth. He never could handle stress well. " You're little outburst may have cost us our one shot to get the right people's attention!"

I want to say I'm sorry and that it was rude and petty of me. But I couldn't because I did what I thought was right. They have ignored our every attempt to better their policies and today's presentation only opened my eyes to how blissfully ignorant they allowed themselves to be. He stopped his pacing and rubbed his eyes under his big ill-fitting glasses.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked abrasively. I knew that he wasn't really angry at me. He was frustrated with everything. The board director's nonchalant attitude, the over-looming doom of the deadline we've got in 2 months and my little outburst were certainly not making things better.

"No" I answered.

"Well if that's the case then you give me no choice other than to suspend you for 2 weeks" he sighed. I wasn't surprised. Cussing out the board due to their lack of ethical consideration whilst ignoring every warning I and others have worked tirelessly on proving wasn't really considered to be professional. " I understand," I say solemnly and start picking up my notes. 5 years of studying and 3 years of diligent work have come to this, being pushed aside so that rich people can profit off of dangerous means at the cost of the health of our seas. And having no power to change anything

I drove home in silence, with nothing but the wind from the window creek as my companion. I think I'll have to practice today to let off some steam. After arriving and leaving my notes by the kitchen counter, I changed into my swimsuit and went down to the beach. Moving here was mainly so I could get to work within 15 minutes but having the sea outside my back door has definitely changed my life. I never liked using my powers in front of others. Mutants aren't really welcome unless they're wearing suits and have fancy names. So there aren't many moments where I can use them to their fullest extent. When I do I feel at home. I feel free of everything. My worries and concerns are washed away.

Once I reach the water I breathe in and allow myself to feel its pull. Imitating the waves with my hands till it starts to imitate me, following my every command. I slowly start walking in allowing myself to be surrounded then I dive keeping the water from reaching my face and requiring no movements though I still haven’t passed 5 minutes at a time. Maybe I’ll make it at 6 today. I decide to explore a little further than usual, seeing what I can find on the sea floor and cleaning up small things that shouldn’t be there.

It was then I noticed it. The entity that has been watching me from afar. It barely moved and I couldn’t really make out its shape. But I knew it was looking at me and it stayed completely still. I was scared. My bubble was slowly shrinking so I began to slowly make my way back to shore. As soon as I did the shadow got closer and closer which made me anxious to reach land. I finally burst into the sea, gasping for air. I lay down on the beach, trying to catch my breath then a voice called out.

“Who are you?”

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I quickly turned around and faced what seemed to be a man. Out of panic, I summoned water at my side and launched it at him with full force. He then began to levitate and dodge my advance with.. wings attached to his feet? Shocked I ceased fire and looked at him again. He was otherworldly. His dark eyes stared at me with a hint of confusion and irritation. His hair was a dark brown and wet from the swim, framing his face ever so slightly. The sunset made his warm terra-cotta skin glow along with his pearls and gold accessories. He was beautifully serene, like straight out of a dream. If I didn't know any better I would’ve thought that he was a god. As I scanned his body so did he with mine before stopping at my eyes demanding an answer to his question.

“Who are you?” He asked again urgently, stepping closer to my frame. I tried to move back as a response.

“I- I’m y/n l/n.”

“That is not what I meant. I mean where are you from? Are there more of you?”

“I’m from here. I’m not sure what you mean by more of me” I answered hesitantly. Why is he asking all these questions? I mean from the looks of he’s most definitely some kind of mutant. He’s a bit too good of a swimmer to think otherwise. Not to mention the literal full-functioning wings at his feet.

“More who can manipulate water.” he clearifies.

“No.. I mean none that I know of” I say and start rising slowly from the ground. “Who are you?.. Are you perhaps like me?” I have never met another mutant before. Let alone someone connected to water. Hope starts swelling up. Maybe..just maybe I am not alone.

“No I am not like you. As for who I am it is not for you to know.” He says bluntly. And just like that my sliver of hope is gone. “Then what do you want?” I ask while noticing he’s pointed ears adorned with what seemed to be jade earrings.

“That is yet to be decided.” He begins circling me around slowly. “There are threats that are making it hard for me to perform my duties and your power, though meager, may develop into what I need to avoid any more...complications.”

Duties? Complications? What the hell is he talking about? He studied my face, assessing it possibly looking for a way to find out what I was thinking. Does he work for the government? Is that it? I’ve heard of mutant agents who were forced to do sketchy shit that higher-ups didn't want to be associated with.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. Though I am grateful for the consideration to recruit me, I have my own “duties” to attend to.” After voicing my intentions I decided it was best to leave. As soon as I turned around I heard him say. “I’m afraid I cannot take no as an answer” and before I could react, everything went dark and my last thought was how warm he felt in his arms as he took me back to the sea.

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mrskokushibo · 10 months

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After Party

Kyojuro x Sanemi x reader

I NSFW I 18+ I MDNI I

Sequel to 'Dinner Party'

The plot? Oh, that is simple. You have been naughty and Kyojuro needs to show you who is the boss.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral. Anal. Threesome. Vaginal penetration. Mild dom Sanemi. Mild dom Kyojuro. Facial. Bukkake. Creampie. Breeding kink. Dirty talk.

Word count: 3506

A/N: I have received numerous requests for a follow up to 'Dinner Party' both here on Tumblr and on Ao3, so here it is. Enjoy!

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It was well past midday the following day when you eventually left Tengen’s place after a very long night. Out of exhaustion, everyone slept in till near lunchtime.

Well at home, as soon as you entered through the door, you found yourself on your knees, Kyoujuro stuffing his cock down your throat.

‘You disappointed me tonight, my love’

Kyo spoke in the softest of voices, while gently moving your hair away from your face, twisting it around his wrist to get a better grip. He lifted your chin up so that you could look him in the eyes. You wanted to answer, but your mouth was too full and all you could do is look at him pleadingly.

‘Just like that’ he started bucking his hips into you, with one thrust slightly too deep making you gag heavily. He let you pull away and find composure. When you did it was your turn to speak.

‘It’s not like you weren’t in on it. You seemed happy fucking away.’

He smirked holding your head up again.

‘But you see, this is not what I am aiming at. It’s your little interaction with Tengen that I have a problem with. That was more than just fucking, if you may ask me.’

‘You are mistaken’ you retaliated.

You were eyeing off his dick hungrily as both the situation you were in now and the memory of Tengen’s fond treatment of you was making you horny as fuck. You reached out for his cock, but Kyo blocked your movement.

‘Ah ah ah, not so fast my dear. If you want it you will need to ask nicely. See it as an apology, a part of it at least.’

‘Please Kyo, can I suck your cock’

You said in a slightly irritated voice. All you wanted was to feel his large shaft fill your mouth and here he was creating drama.

‘No, my love, not like this. You sound like a brat. Say it NICELY.’

He still had a hold on your hair and was holding your head up.

You resigned, looking him in the eye with the sweetest of expressions and batting your eyelids, you murmured in a sultry voice:

‘Please, my dearest husband, let me suck your cock and drink your cum. I dream of it…’

‘Definitely better.’

And with that, he guided you back to his groin and let your mouth and throat engulf him.

You could tell, he was not far from coming, the exchange must have aroused him quite a bit. It seemed as if he was discovering a more dominant side of himself and did not mind you being his submissive bitch.

You pushed him lightly toward the nearest wall, to grant him more support and he closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on the wall. You were now working frenetically on his cock, making him twitch and grow, the lewd wet little sucking and gagging sounds and muffled moans were driving him to the point of no return. He grabbed your head and bucked his hips into you, filling your tight throat with a huge load of his salty juices, as he rode out his orgasm and emptied himself completely, he slowly pulled out and squatted down in fatigue. You grabbed his head and kissed him passionately.

‘Mmmm, baby, you were so good’

He whispered, still catching his breath.

‘Give me a moment and I will reward you’

You continued to kiss him as his breath was slowly steadying. He now got up and pulled you up with him. He then picked you off the ground and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He carried you like this to the nearby bedroom, where you almost ripped each other’s clothes off.

You were now on the bed with Kyo’s head between your legs, kissing you softly on your wet folds. He snaked his tongue between them and licked your opening while rubbing your little hard bud. You were close to edging due to your long-standing arousal. The feeling of Kyoujuro working on you like that was making you dizzy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

‘I am sorry, my love, but I need to be inside you.’

With this, he crawled on top of you and put you in a mating press. Squeezing you together like a ragdoll he positioned himself hovering above you. His cock entered you seamlessly and you could feel the tip press on your cervix. Your moans were loud and hoarse, this felt so bloody good.

‘I will breed you, my little wifey. Would you like me to fuck a baby into you?’

he asked through gritted teeth while pumping into you like a maniac, his balls slapping your ass.

‘Yes…please Kyo… breed me. Pump me full of your cum!’

You were nearly screaming out the last bit and after that, you dissolved into a powerful orgasm, taking away any last bit of sense and decency, you screamed like a savage. Kyo kept on pumping into your puffy cunt, while your clenching muscles were milking him relentlessly toward his imminent release.

‘I’m….commming’

He groaned through gritted teeth and with flexing and clenching abs, he produced a last powerful thrust into you, emptying his balls once again. A few last slow pumps and he collapsed on top of you panting heavily.

‘Fuck, I needed this. Thank you’

He placed a kiss on your forehead and soon sprung up on the way to the shower.

After you showered, and came out to the kitchen, he was waiting for you with a cup of coffee. He was leaning against the kitchen counter as he handed you the cup, looking at you with a devilish spark in his eyes.

‘You know, as much as I enjoyed myself in there, I am still not sure your apology was enough for me. So, I decided we should have part two of it tonight… You owe me that much for drooling over Tengen.’

He grinned and continued:

‘I would recommend that you prep yourself … back there. I have plans for you.’

He smirked with the most innocent of looks in his eyes.

‘You may want to doll yourself up too, wear something sexy, the less the better if you know what I mean.’

You lifted your eyebrows but felt too relaxed to protest or discuss.

‘Ok, Kyo. What time are we going, though? I have stuff to do?’

‘Seven o’clock. We can go out and eat beforehand and that will give you plenty of time for whatever you need to do and … for the prep’

He grinned.

The afternoon went by quickly and soon you were done with your dinner and in a cab on the way to the mysterious destination aka part two of your apology to your husband.

The taxi came to a halt and you noted that it arrived at a back alley in the middle of town. After paying the cab driver and watching the taxi slowly roll away through the alleyway, Kyo walked you up to a heavy metal gate and punched in a code. The gate opened surprisingly smoothly and inside was a modern and well-lit staircase. You walked up in silence and very soon you arrived at your destination. There was only one door at the top of the short stairway and you could hear loud heavy metal music blasting from inside whatever was behind the door. A club? Very well hidden in that case. Kyo rang the bell and a moment later Sanemi appeared at the opening door.

‘Hi bro. You made it’ he said with a nod.

‘Oh, hi there, y/n’

He looked you up and down hungrily.

‘I like your outfit’

His directness was always a bit much for you, but yes, your outfit would be to his liking since you obeyed your husband’s strict directions about less being more.

He let you both in and went over to turn down the aggressive music.

His apartment surprised you, as it was very neat and stylish. You honestly did not know what you expected out of Sanemi’s lair, but most likely not for it to be this tidy. It was a large, open-plan space with bare brick walls disclosing the industrial heritage of the building. At the very back you could make out an industrial-style kitchen with black and stainless-steel furnishings and expensive appliances. There was a gigantic sound system on one side of the room, along with a large TV and an array of gaming consoles. All walls were covered with band posters and guitars and in the middle of the room stood a huge, minimalistic, black leather sofa, with a few faux fur blankets casually thrown to soften the otherwise angular form of the furniture. It looked expensive, like something out of a high-end Scandi catalogue.

Sanemi left the music on a low volume and you had to admit that the heavy-sounding melodies played by low-tuned guitars, blasting drums, and pumping base with a deep, raspy singing on top, were putting you in a bit of a trans. It was very masculine and surprisingly arousing.

Kyo lounged himself on the sofa and you sat down next to him. Sanemi came back with the drinks, handed them over, and sat down next to you, a little too close for comfort. He was looking straight at you, running his gaze up and down your face and chest.

While eyeing you off, he addressed Kyojuro

‘So, does y/n know why you guys are here?’

‘No, not yet, but she is sure to find out soon.’

He fired off the sweetest of smiles and you felt wetness start to pool between your legs as you realised what they were up to.

‘You are, aren’t you, babe?’

He lowered his voice as he leaned down to kiss the side of your neck. Sanemi wasn’t keeping you waiting either, as he put his hand on your thigh, moving it slowly up your leg with a vicious smirk, all the while not taking his gaze from yours. He swallowed, thin nostrils flaring and eyes gleaming with lust

‘You see, I would like to try and do what we didn’t have a chance to enjoy last night. Kyo ensured me you would be well prepped this time.’

Now it was your turn to swallow. You and Kyo were no strangers to anything that had to do with sex, but having Sanemi fuck you back there felt a bit intimidating. He was, after all quite rough. Not that this behaviour was now not spreading onto your otherwise so gentle and overbearing husband… But still…

You were left with no time to ponder as Kyo moved his hands to your breasts, cupping them and massaging them with just the right amount of pressure to make you wet between your legs, where Sanemi’s hand was already working on your clothed pussy. Your juices were leaking uncontrollably, soon causing the fabric of your panties to be completely soaked.

‘These are useless now’

the silver-blond man chuckled yanking on your g-string and pulling them down off you and around your high-heeled boots.

‘Sexy shoes’

he smirked while stroking the supple leather of your tight, black knee-high boots. His hand and attention once again moving back to your pussy. With one swift push, he snaked his fingers between your folds, scissoring them open and starting rubbing vigorously between your labia, all the while your gorgeous blond husband was kissing you and massaging your tits, while bucking his clothed dick into the fat of your ass.

Sanemi pressed two fingers into your wet pussy and started pumping fast.

‘Common, babe, moan for me.’

You were already moaning, but the obedient girl that you were you increased your volume and intensity, an easy feat since your arousal was hitting new peaks. That is when Kyojuro started to remove your skimpy top and Sanemi was sliding your mini skirt off you. Kyo unclipped your bra and you were now completely naked, wearing only your sexy leather boots.

‘Now, this is a really good look for you, sweetheart’

Sanemi leaned back, admiring you, but talking in such a condescending tone that was slowly hitting all the submissive spots in your brain.

‘What do you want me to do?’

You asked in a sweet tone, first looking at Sanemi and then turning your head in question to your husband.

‘I think I will take her pussy first and you can give her your dick to suck on.’

‘With pleasure’ the silver-haired man chuckled.

They both started to remove their clothes and you could do nothing but get even hornier at the sight you were presented with. Effortlessly flexing muscles, perfect abs, and toned chests, and then the dicks. Both were huge, Sanemi slightly longer and completely straight as compared to Kyojuros shorter with a slight upward curve. The girths were about the same, but Sanemi’s cock was veinier and somehow looked rougher than Kyo’s.

Kyojuro pulled you to him, positioning you on all four so that your mouth was just above the now sitting-down Sanemi, whose legs were widespread and he was presenting you his manhood in a leisurely and shameless manner.

‘Common, sweetheart. Suck it for me, will ya?’

He whispered stroking your cheek. Immediately, you did as you were told, sinking your mouth onto his long cock. Your delicate tongue licking up his veiny underside and teasing his sensitive tip. Sanemi groaned in pleasure tilting his head back and holding you by the back of your neck. In the meantime, Kyoujuro lifted your ass up and positioned his hard tip at your entrance, sliding himself into you, stretching you out in a delicious manner. By now, you loved the feeling of more than one man fucking you. There was something so primal about it. A complete and utter submission, and yet it was empowering, knowing you were able to give pleasure to two or more men at the same time.

You were sucking Sanemi at the rhythm set by Kyoujuro, every thrust sending you forward to swallow his dick down your tight throat. Your moaning on his dick was sending vibrations through the sensitive organ making him grit his teeth and grab your neck tighter, choking you lightly. The pace of your husband’s dick slamming into your walls was getting faster now, with your walls clenching in desperation for a release, you realised he must be very close now. The same went for Sanemi since your mouth was working him faster and deeper due to Kyo’s increased pace.

In the meantime, your puffy cunt could not take anymore and you climaxed, shaking uncontrollably due to the overstimulation as Kyo simply kept on pumping into you, chasing his own release. They kept on going like this for a while until you noticed Sanemi look up toward Kyo and lift his eyebrows while making a jacking-off gesture and pointing to your mouth. You could feel Kyo pull out of you and at the same time Sanemi loosened the grip on your neck letting you pull away.

‘Sit down, precious doll’

Kyo commanded with a honey-dripping voice, while pumping his dick.

‘We want you to show us how hungry you are’

He gave you the sweetest smile and moved closer to you, Sanemi replicating the same motion on your other side. Both men were now kneeling on the sofa next to either side of you, pumping their large dicks next to your mouth.

‘Open up, kitten’

You opened your mouth and stretched out your greedy little tongue.

Kyo was the first one to come, spraying thick ropes of cum into your mouth and onto your tongue, some landing on your face, Sanemi followed suit a few seconds later and you swallowed just as eagerly, lapping up every drop you could reach from around your mouth and lips.

‘That’s a good girl. Taking us so nicely. You like the taste of cum, don’t ya?’

Sanemi took over the slightly demeaning praise, his voice cooing mockingly.

‘Such a pretty face, even prettier painted with cum. Clean us up now, will you?’

And you slowly went down to lick their cocks clean, the taste of your combined juices making you delirious. As you were working away, you could feel their cocks twitching, rebounding for another round.

‘I think I would like to have a go with that tight little ass of hers’

Sanemi said and Kyo nodded.

‘Get some lube and get going then’

Kyo instructed, leaving you in shock at how careless he was getting with you.

Sanemi got up and walked to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of oil and three beers.

‘Hey, have a drink while I work her up to it.’

He was now kneeling behind you, spreading the fat of your ass with his large, rough hands. Kyo was drinking while giving your nipple a squeeze, making you moan into your drink. Sanemi poured some oil on your lower back, letting it run in between your ass cheeks, and with skilled fingers started caressing your puckering hole.

‘So fucking tight. So pretty. God, this makes me so damn horny.’

He kept on massaging you, while Kyo moved his hand down between your legs to rub your little hard bud getting a throaty moan from your swollen lips as a reaction. He kept on alternating between rubbing circles around it and giving it an occasional rub, while Sanemi was working you up finger by finger, until he was sure you could accommodate his large cock there back.

‘Ok Kyo, I am ready to go. This will be tight.’

Kyo understood the gist and kneeling in front of you, pushed himself into your pussy, staying there motionless to allow Sanemi to get into position. You could feel Sanemis’s cock at the entrance to your ass. You were breathing heavily.

’Try to relax for me, kitten. This will hurt a little, but then it is pure bliss from there. Trust me’

He started moving and the pressure of his cock was slowly prying your muscle open, inch by inch, painful at first, but then the sensation became something absolutely perfect, a visceral pleasure, a pressure screaming for release.

‘Fuck, you are so tight’ Sanemi was groaning through gritted teeth as he kept pushing in. ‘Fuuuck!’

When he bottomed out, you felt the fullest you ever felt in your life. You were slowly drifting off, drool pooling in your mouth and eyes rolling back in your head. This was almost too much.

’I can’t, this is… this is…I am ….so full...’ you were moaning almost incomprehensively.

‘It’s ok, doll’ Kyo whispered.

‘You can do it’

And with that, both men started moving, two large cocks slamming in and out of you, almost in rhythm with the bass pumping in the background. The squelching of your pussy and the skin-slapping noises were adding to the atmosphere. You were almost in a trance now, losing all control of yourself. Being filled with two dicks like this was making you feel more than you thought was possible. You were filled and stretched to the limit, making you almost dumb with arousal.

You didn’t even understand what spots their dicks were hitting, but the hardness inside your plush walls was making you give in to your extasy little by little. A few thrusts later and you were coming down in another orgasm. Completely fucked out and dumb from all the pleasure, you were now just barely holding up, supported by both men’s strong shoulders.

‘Fuck, you are tight y/n. I am not gonna last much longer’

Sanemi almost whimpered. His thrusts were now slower than Kyoujuro’s, in a futile attempt to delay his orgasm, but your tight muscle was too much for him and soon enough he filled your ass with his cum

‘Fuuuuuuuuck!’ He growled out while climaxing.

As he carefully pulled out, Kyoujuro did the same and pushed you down and crawled on top of you. His weight was almost crushing you as he was rutting into you like crazy, grabbing your breast with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

‘I will fill you up again, ok? Would you like that?’

You nodded in reply as he kept on going, crazy as he was with the desire to release himself. He was going like this for quite a while, pumping harder and faster, you both moaning and breathing heavily. Finally, you could feel his abs contract and he filled you up with his warm seed.

The three of you were now lying flat on the sofa, slowly steadying your breathing. You were all in a lull, being completely spent from nearly two hours of intense fucking. The heavy music was now soothing you and you gently tapped Sanemi on the shoulder.

‘Hey, can you raise the volume and get us some beer?’

‘Sure y/n. Glad you like the music. But holy fuck… this was good’ Sanemi chuckled as he picked up the remote to raise the volume.

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grxmreaperx · 6 months

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Professor Hoffman Pt. 2

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+!! Smut! Dirty talk, cockwarming, p in v penetration, age gap (everyone is over 18!), mentions of spanking and oral (f! receiving)

Summary: You’ve grown accustomed to your weekly tutoring sessions with your favorite professor, but even if you are doing better in the class, Professor Hoffman believes you need a lesson in focusing.

read part 1 here!

here is the highly requested part 2 to my professor hoffman au! hope you guys like this one, i included a cockwarming kink since i wasn't super happy with how the last fic with that kink turned out. let me know what you guys think <3

“Now, someone tell me what you thought of the interrogation I just showed you.”

The deep voice of your professor drug you out of your daydreams. Your gaze fell onto the man at the front of the room, his hands pushed deep in his pockets as he waited for an answer. It was an understatement to say you had been distracted in that course, even more than you had been before your “meeting.” Your mind wandered even more than it did before, except now it wandered to memories of your so-called tutoring sessions.

He did help you with course work during your session, but not in a conventional way. He would reward you for completed assignments and an understanding of the concepts, typically involving his head buried between your thighs. And for any wrong answers you gave, you received punishments, walking out after your session with handprints on your ass.

“How about you, Miss,” he said, staring straight at you. “What did you think of the interrogation?”

He smirked. He knew where your mind had been, he knew what you thought about during his class and it sure as hell wasn’t the video you were supposed to be watching. He watched you intently, tilting his head slightly, waiting to hear your response.

“Well, the suspect’s body language was very interesting. He was closed off and held his arms around himself for comfort, hinting that he may be guilty, or at least very uncomfortable with the subject.”

He nodded. “Very good observation.”

You decided to press your luck, wanting to get back at him for picking on you. “I have another observation too, if you’d like to hear it, Professor.”

He furrowed his brows slightly. “Go on.”

“Well, in the interrogation, you didn’t exactly try and build rapport with the suspect, which probably would have been ideal in this case. You were quite aggressive, Professor.”

You hardly registered the turning heads, other students’ eyes widening as they listened. Professor Hoffman was known in the criminal justice department as a hardass, not taking any disrespect from faculty and students alike. You knew your classmates were shocked; no one else would dare talk to him that way.

You watched his jaw clench slightly, looking down as he tried to compose himself. Trying to stop himself from dragging you back to his office right then.

He looked back up at you. “I don’t believe I asked for your thoughts on my behavior in the interrogation.”

“No, but you did ask what I thought of the interrogation. And I thought you were a little too aggressive.”

He sucked in a breath. “I suppose I did. How about you see me after class and we can talk a little more in depth about your thoughts, hm?”

You tried to keep the smile off of your face. “Yes, Professor.”

You heard whispers around the lecture hall, heard the disbelief that someone had spoken to Professor Hardass that way.

Your friend turned to you, a look of shock glued to their face. “What the fuck was that?”

You shrugged. “What? I was simply sharing what I thought.”

They let out a small laugh. “You’re fuckin’ crazy. You must have a death wish.”

“Something like that.”

Later that day, you made your way through the now familiar hallways leading to Hoffman’s office. You tried to keep your pace steady, trying not to appear too excited in case anyone saw you. You knew what you were in for, you couldn’t get the look on his face when you had talked back to him out of your head.

You knocked softly as you stood in the open doorway, attempting to look as innocent as possible. “Hi, Professor. You wanted to see me?”

He set down his pen, leaning back in his chair as his eyes took you in. “Sit.”

You closed the door behind you, setting yourself down in the chair facing him. You took him in: the neat hair that was slightly tousled after a long day, his shirt sleeves rolled up above his elbows, his tie loosened around his neck.

“Do you think you’re clever, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice.

“I do, actually.”

He chuckled. “Of course you do. How clever do you think you’ll feel when you can’t walk out of this office, hmm?”

You squeezed your legs together, trying to stop the blush from rising in your cheeks.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked mockingly. “Not so clever now?”

You tried to think of something to say, some sarcastic remark to wipe that look off of his face.

“Did you bring your book with you like I told you to?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good girl. Get it out and get over here.”

You pulled the criminology textbook out of your bag before making your way around his desk. You set yourself down on his lap, laying the book out on his desk. His hand snaked around your waist, fingers drawing small circles around your hipbone.

“I think we should try something different today, what do you think sweetheart?”

You looked at him. “Something different?”

“Well, it’s obvious what we’ve been doing hasn’t been working. You’re still not paying attention in my class. And now you’re talking back to me. It’s time we try something different to teach you.”

You shifted slightly on his lap. “What are you thinking?”

He smirked, gently grabbing your hand and moving it to palm him through his dress pants. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do baby,” he started as you felt him harden against your hand. “You need more focus, don’t you? So, you’re gonna open that book and explain to me every concept in the reading for tomorrow. And you’re gonna keep my cock warm while you do it. We’ll see how well you focus then.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling a spark between your legs.

“How does that sound, sweetheart? You gonna strip for me, or you just gonna sit there and stare at me all day?”

You quickly stood, discarding your clothing as he undid his belt. You made your way back over to him, facing his desk as he guided your hips. Your mouth fell open as you sunk down onto his cock, not stopping until you were fully sitting on his lap. He wrapped an arm around your waist, placing teasing kisses along the back of your neck.

“Go on, baby. You better get started.”

You opened the textbook, staring blankly at the words on the page. You tried to focus on the words, tried to take in any information you could as your eyes scanned the page. You gripped the arm of the chair, forcing yourself to focus on anything other than the feeling of him inside you. He held you still, not allowing you to move.

“You gonna tell me about what you’re reading, or are we going to have to stay like this all day?”

You tried to clear your head, tried to focus on the words in front of you instead of the ache between your legs.

“The strain theory,” you began, before he shifted underneath you. You froze, letting out a small sound at the movement. “That’s not fair,” you cried.

“What’s not fair, baby doll?” he asked, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Go on.”

“The strain theory says that…” you sucked in a breath as he ran a hand over your thigh. “That people turn to a life of crime if they can’t reach their goals.”

He thrusted up into you slightly. “Good girl. That’s right. Keep going, baby.”

Your nails dug into the soft leather of the chair, trying to keep the little bit of composure you had left. You tried to roll your hips slightly, to get some sort of relief, before a hand wrapped around your throat.

“I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart. Do what you’re told, or I won’t let you cum.”

You let out a small whine, eyes fixing back on the book in front of you, quickly trying to absorb enough information to please him.

He ran a hand over your stomach, pressing gently just below your belly button.

You let out a soft gasp, even more aware of the feeling of him inside you. “You’re such a bastard,” you breathed.

He chuckled. “You still think you’re clever, baby?”

You tried to ignore him, quickly reading the next page. “Self-control theory says that crime is caused by…” you let out a breath as he ran his lips down your neck. “By people looking for instant gratification.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “Do you think you’ve learned how to focus?”

You could tell his restraint was failing: his breath was growing shallower, his hips shifting in his seat. You decided to test your luck once again, rolling your hips against his. You felt his forehead press against your back, a small groan leaving his lips, and this time he didn’t stop you.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned, and he let himself go. He quickly stood, pressing your front down onto his desk, hand wrapping in your hair.

“So good for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” he said, beginning to thrust into you. You could’ve sobbed from the feeling, the feeling you had been yearning for. You wrapped your fingers around the edge of his desk, trying to keep yourself steady. You let out a loud moan as he set a quick pace, your punishment tormenting him as much as it did you.

His hands roamed down your back, settling on your hips. He gripped them tightly, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts. The sound of your whimpers filled the room, legs beginning to shake. You were so sensitive from your punishment you could already feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

He grabbed your leg, hooking a hand under your thigh, and lifting it onto the desk. You cried out as he pressed deeper into you, filling you to the brim.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?” he groaned.

You nodded frantically against the wood, a chorus of “yes’s” falling from your lips. He speed up his pace, hands gripping you so hard you knew you’d have bruises. You felt you body shake as you reached your high, holding the edge of the desk tightly to keep yourself grounded.

You felt his forehead press against your back as his pace faltered, one hand coming to rest next to your head as he reached his own climax, spilling inside of you.

He slowly pulled away, helping you up off of the desk and setting you on the edge. He grabbed your clothes off of the floor, handing them to you before zipping his pants back up.

You noticed the textbook on his desk as you began to dress. You had hardly even registered it underneath you, but some of the pages were torn, the paper covered in sweat.

You gave your professor a look, gesturing to your ruined textbook. “You better buy me a new one of those, that shit is expensive.”

He chuckled, fixing his shirt. “Yes, yes, I’ll buy you a new one. I see where your priorities are.”

You smiled at him. “Listen, that’s a lot of money you just ruined right there. And if you want me to be able to focus in your class, I’m gonna need a new one of those.”

He shook his head, smiling. He grabbed your chin, pulling you closer as his lips met yours. The kiss was surprisingly soft, his hand moving to rest on your cheek.

“Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite student?” he asked, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead on yours.

You laughed. “You’re my favorite professor.”

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forwhomthewordsflow · 2 months

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Just a Broken Ankle?

Hi there! This is my first post ever…and it’s not proofread because I knew I’d go back and completely change everything, so I’m just throwing it on here. This one is for all my Steve girlies, and it’s loosely inspired by my current obsession with Grey’s Anatomy. Please take all the medical talk in here with a grain of salt…I know nothing!

18+ – MINORS DNI

pairing: fiance!steve x florist!reader

summary: you rush to hospital when you find out steve’s been taken into surgery for an unknown reason…

contains: fluff, fluff, more fluff, stress, mentions of surgery and injury

word count: 3.7k

You lean back against the desk behind you with a huff. The tips of your fingers ache after being poked and prodded by the thorns of the many, many red rose bouquets you’ve just finished putting together. Your back and neck are sore from your position over the last few hours, and you can feel a dull throb starting in your feet.

Owning the best flower shop in Hawkins around Valentine’s Day was doing wonders for your business, but damn what you wouldn’t give for a hot bath to soak in right about now.

Your angel of an employee, Phoebe, has been manning the register and some smaller orders all day long while you worked in the back, answering phone calls and chipping away at the massive order for twenty dozen assorted roses. The two of you have been doing a great job at keeping up with the business since you opened two years ago, but you’ve been considering hiring her girlfriend for some extra hands around the shop.

“Hey Boss?” Phoebe calls from the front register.

“What’s up?” You drag yourself from the back area of your shop to the front register while stretching your sore muscles.

“I’m finishing up on these corsages and boutonnieres for the nursing home order, they’ll be labeled and ready to go for the pickup tomorrow morning in a minute,” Phoebe steps aside to let you see her handiwork. Her attention to detail is really what makes her the love of your life, aside from your fiancee Steve of course. She’s arranged red and white roses with baby’s breath so beautifully, you’re positive the people at the nursing home will be tickled pink this Valentine’s Day. “I was wondering if I could maybe cut out a bit early after I’m done. Ally is planning this romantic dinner and I wanted to go pick up some wine to surprise her on my way home.”

You give her a warm smile and reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. “Anything for my favorite employee. You did a beautiful job on these!”

“I’m your only employee, Boss. Thank you!” Phoebe chuckles and turns back to finish up her labels.

You turn to go back and add some finishing touches to the rose order. “What would I do without – “

You’re cut off by the shrill ring of the shop’s phone. “I’ve got it!” You skip over to the phone to answer. “Hi, thank you for calling Lavender Lane! How can I help you?”

“Hello, may I speak to (Y/N) (L/N) please?”

You feel a pit beginning to form in your stomach. “Uh - yes, this is she.”

The woman on the other line clears her throat. “Hello, ma’am. I’m an ER nurse here at Hawkins Memorial and I’m calling in regards to Steven Harrington…”

You hear your blood rushing in your ears as the nurse's words start to fade out. All of a sudden it becomes exceedingly difficult to breathe normally. The only words you’re able to catch are “...ambulance…surgery…emergency contact…”

You feel Phoebe’s hand on your shoulder, and you think you can hear her ask if you’re alright, but you’re too busy trying to figure out whether your heart is still beating inside of your chest. Steve? Your Steve? In the hospital? You feel yourself beginning to panic as you drop the phone and run to grab your purse and keys.

Phoebe struggles to keep up with you as you flitter around the back in search of your keys. “What’s wrong? Who was on the phone?”

You’re throwing papers around frantically, looking for your keys in the mess on your desk. “Uh, Steve is – Steve is i-in the….the h-hospital. Have to get there..have to get to him.” It’s becoming harder to see, you can’t figure out why your vision is suddenly so blurred until you realize that you’re crying. You’re terrified.

Phoebe takes a firm hold of your shoulders and spins you to face her. She shoves your keys into your hands and looks you dead in the eye. “Take a deep breath.” You follow her breathing as she inhales deeply, then exhales. “Good. Now keep doing that, I don’t want you driving if you’re going to freak out the whole time.” You nod shakily and hurry to the front.

As you reach the door, you remember that Phoebe wanted to leave early. You turn to apologize but she beats you to it.

“Don’t even think about it, Ally’s wine can wait. I’ll take care of everything here, you go check on your man.”

You nod as tears run down your face. The bell on the door rings as you push it open and sprint to your car. You can hear Phoebe shouting at you to drive safely, but all you can focus on now is Steve, Steve, Steve.

Your engine revs and your tiles squeal as you peel out of your parking lot and onto the main road. You drive way too fast, thinking all the while about all of the possible situations that await you.

Was there an accident? Did someone try to rob the house? Was he shot? Stabbed?

What if he’s dead?

You shake your head to expel such a dark thought, and push down even harder on the gas pedal.

Break

You don’t remember much about your journey to the hospital, but you realize that you’ve probably parked very illegally as you run inside to the desk. The poor nurse sitting behind it looks at you with wide, scared eyes as she takes you in. Your mascara is running, you’re sweating and trying to catch your breath as you unload your panic onto her.

“S-someone called me about my fiance. Steve, S-Steve Harrington, where is he?! Where is he, please, I need to see him. I need to know if he’s alive I-”

Your panic-induced rant is interrupted when an older man with a kind face, who most definitely could be a doctor, approaches where you’re bent over the front desk. You figure maybe he knows something about Steve’s condition and rush towards him.

“H-Hello, my name is (Y/N) and my fiance is here and I just want to know what’s going on please.” The feeling of helplessness starts to creep up on you, and you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks.

The man introduces himself as Dr. Prichard and assures you that Steve is being well taken care of. They’re in the middle of his surgery right now and he has to get back to the operating room, but he’ll come out with an update for you as soon as he’s able.

You feel like there’s cotton where your brain should be as you watch him retreat back to the double doors he came from. How were you just supposed to wait? What is even happening right now? You look to the nurse behind the desk, hoping to get some answers out of her, but she immediately ducks her head down before catching your eye. You let out a sigh of defeat and trudge over to the waiting room.

As you sit down in a chair for the first time all day, you couldn’t feel any farther from relaxed. Your head swims with possible outcomes and what ifs, and your shoulders start to shake from the force of your cries. You drop your face into your hands and cry quietly for what feels like an hour, but was probably much shorter than that. You sit up and take a deep breath as you lean back in the surprisingly comfortable chair, looking around at the room.

You see an elderly couple walking the halls of the hospital, the woman assisting the man in a hospital gown as he uses a walker. He stops to peck her on the cheek, and they carry on. You can’t help but to picture you and Steve at their age one day, and you think about how magical your engagement to Steve has been thus far. He’s the love of your life, your absolute, without-a-doubt soulmate, and you couldn’t wait to marry him. You would’ve gone down to the courthouse to get it down the moment after he dropped to one knee, but he insisted on giving you the wedding of your dreams. Money wasn’t a problem, thanks to Steve’s fancy marketing job and his trust fund, and he’s made sure to do his fair share of the wedding planning. Together you’ve picked out the perfect venue, tried all of the cakes (much to Steve’s delight) and of course arranged for all of the flowers you could dream of (though Steve let you take the lead on that one). Now all that was left was to walk down the aisle in three short months, say I do, and start the rest of your lives together.

You feel yourself begin to cry again. What if those plans have to change? What if you don’t have as much time left as you thought? You’d marry Steve Harrington right here in this goddamn hospital if you had to. Screw a big white wedding, you’d do anything to be bound to Steve in as many ways as possible.

You decide to stand and pace, maybe some movement could help calm your nerves, you want to be as level headed as possible when the doctor comes out with an update.

Your mind races as you think of all the plans you had with Steve. All the things you still had to do together. You still had to get married, honeymoon in Italy, buy a house, get a dog, have kids, grow old and senile together until you eventually die in eachothers’ arms at the old age of 100. It’s been the plan all along, and what if everything is about to change? What if your entire life is about to get flipped upside down? What if -

“Miss (L/N)?”

You whip around and see Dr. Prichard, the same doctor you spoke to earlier. He has a vague expression on his face, and you’re terrified yet eager to hear what he has to say. You walk towards him slowly, almost in a daze.

“...Harrington…” you say shakily under your breath as you approach him.

Dr. Prichard leans forward, having not quite heard what you mumbled, “I’m sorry?”

You stand a bit straighter. “My name, i-it’s Mrs. Harrington.”

Dr. Prichard then looks at you with a warm smile. “Of course it is, Mrs. Harrington. Walk with me.” He gently holds your elbow as he leads you through double doors, towards Steve.

Break

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Dr. Prichard chuckles at your disbelief, after telling you that Steve is in fact just fine. “Not at all, ma’am.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, unable to find the words. “B-but…they told me about an ambulance…and the surgery!”

“Yes ma’am, Steve was brought to us by ambulance, but that’s because it would’ve been unsafe to drive himself here. We were told that an older woman, Ms. Gertrude, I believe, called 911 for him.”

You’ll thank Jesus every day for your nosey 71-year-old next door neighbor Gertie. “And the surgery?”

Dr. Prichard sighs and you prepare yourself for the worst. “I’m terribly sorry if our nursing staff led you to believe anything extreme,” Dr. Prichard leans in closer as though he’s sharing a secret ,”Just between you and I, the nurses here have the people skills of pre-teens.” He chuckles while you give him a look that says tell me already!!!

“Steve’s surgery was to repair a broken ankle. We had to go in and place a few plates and screws to get everything back where it’s supposed to be. Other than a couple bruised ribs on his left side, your fiance is okay.”

You could feel the stress melt off your body as you pull Dr. Prichard in for a bear hug. He laughs, startled by your sudden affection. “Oh my god. Thank you.” You want to cry, laugh and sleep all at the same time.

Dr. Prichard rubs your back as you begin to finally calm down. “There, there. Everything is A-OK. His room is just up ahead if you’d like to see him now.”

You release the older man from your bone-crushing hug. “Yes, yeah, of course.” He leads you up the hall a bit further until reaching a room and knocking softly with one knuckle.

Dr. Prichard turns to you before opening the door. “He should be awake by now, we put him under for the surgery and he might be a bit loopy still from the drugs.”

You nod eagerly, just excited to see Steve for yourself and make sure he was alright.

As Dr. Prichard opens the door, you hear girlish giggles coming from within the room, followed by the deep, hearty chuckle that could only belong to one man. You trail behind Dr. Prichard as he enters the room. “You have a visitor, Mr. Harrington.”

You emerge from behind Dr. Prichard and see Steve’s face light up entirely.

“There she is! My beautiful wife!” he yells, quite loudly. You discover where all the giggles were coming from as you see two middle-aged nurses laughing at Steve’s antics. “Just look at her ladies, isn’t she gorgeous? I told you she was gorgeous!” You look down trying to suppress your own girly giggles as you feel your cheeks heat up. “My god, honey. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“And you’re higher than a kite right now, Steve.” You don’t think you’ve ever been happier to see him as you approach his hospital bed. You take in his heavily wrapped left ankle that’s elevated off the bed, and you survey the rest of his body for other injuries. He has some small scratches on his arms and one just above his left eyebrow, but nothing major catches your attention. He really is okay. Your heart stops as your eyes meet his. He’s giving you that smile, the one that scored him a second date all those years ago. God, he’s so handsome.

“The only thing I’m high on is love, baby.” You laugh at this and sigh as you turn to look back at Dr. Prichard, who is also chuckling.

“You sure weren’t lying about him feeling loopy.”

“He’ll be back to normal before you know it.” Dr. Prichard puts a hand over his mouth and whispers “, Your guy is quite the character. He’s got all the nurses on this floor charmed half to death and giggling like school girls in the halls.”

You both turn to look at the nurses, who are failing to conceal their blush after a flirty wink from Steve. You shake your head and laugh, “Typical.”

“We’ll give you two some time.” He says as he ushers the nurses out of the room along with him.

You turn back to Steve, doing your best impression of his ‘angry mom’ pose and fixing him with a stern look.

He looks right back at you with round eyes, “What?” he whines.

“Don’t ‘what’ me Steven!” He winces at the use of his full name. “Do you mean to tell me that I was losing it out in that waiting room scared out of my mind while you were in here flirting with nurses?!” Steve’s mouth opens but no words come out. You’re not actually mad of course, how could you be when he still manages to look sexy in a hospital gown? You felt obliged to give him a hard time after you cried for hours over what turned out to be a broken ankle.

“Baby I – how else was I supposed to get the good Jello?” Steve nods towards the discarded tray next to his bed where you were able to count five empty Jello containers. You laugh incredulously and sit next to him on the bed.

“Unbelievable.” You find it hard to muster even the slightest bit of annoyance towards him when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. Steve wraps his arms around your waist to the best of his ability and squeezes. You lean down to brush some hair out of his face and you rest your hand on his cheek. He feels warm, a little prickly from his stubble, and alive. You take a deep breath, relieved that everything is going to be okay, and he leans into your touch.

“I love you…so much.”

Steve sighs dreamily, “I love you more.”

You slide your hand to grip his chin, squishing his cheeks together playfully as you lean in for a little peck. As you pull away, Steve whines, “Aw come on, what was that?” You laugh and look at him, confused as he yells, “I just survived a major surgery, baby! That deserves a real kiss!”

You throw your head back and laugh loudly.

“C’mon woman, plant one on me!”

You’re still giggling at his slightly slurred words as you lean back down to press your lips to his. He reaches up to hold your face with both hands as he slips his tongue between your lips. You make a surprised sound at the welcome intrusion, and to this Steve lets out a loud, borderline pornographic moan. The kiss is passionate and messy as your tongues mingle together and you both smile through it. You can’t help but to laugh as he kisses you dirtily in his hospital bed, high off his pain meds. He breaks apart from you with a loud “mwah!” and falls back onto his pillow with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. C’mere.” Steve holds his arms open to you, and you lie down with him. The blanket he covers the two of you with is surprisingly soft. Maybe all of his flirting actually paid off. You make sure to rest your ear over his heart, to ensure that it’s beating as it should be.

You’re quiet, and Steve notices because he notices everything. “I’m okay, baby.” He rubs circles onto your back soothingly, as if you were the one who got hurt.

You lean on an elbow to look down at him with tears in your eyes. He winces, the thing Steve hates most in the world is to see you in any sort of pain. “I know. I know that.” You reach up to toy with the gold chain that lays against his collarbone. “It’s just…it was just really scary Steve.” A few tears slip out as you recall how terrified you were just hours before. “All I knew is that you were in surgery a-and no one would tell me anything else and I…I was just so afraid to lose you, Steve.” You were full on crying now, and Steve held you tightly to him as he rocked the two of you back and forth.

He smooths your hair down and presses a kiss to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve been so scary. I know if I were you I would’ve torn this place apart brick by brick until I got some answers.” You laugh wetly into his chest. “So, good on you for not turning into Godzilla.” Steve pats your back and this only makes you laugh more.

You lean up on an elbow again to look at him. “You gonna tell me what even happened?”

Steve throws his head back and groans dramatically. You can see a blush start to creep up his neck and onto his ears, so it must be embarrassing. You poke him in the cheek to spur him on.

“Okay, okay.” He looks at you and takes a deep breath, readying himself. “You know those trees we have out front?”

“...Yes?”

Steve squints, like it pains him to say this. “Well, I was just lookin’ at ‘em and lookin’ at ‘em and I said to myself, ‘Steve, you’re a man. You should be able to take care of your own yard.’ you know?” You try to hold back a laugh, knowing where this is going already. “And so I thought, why would a man, such as myself, have to hire someone to take care of his very own yard?”

“--Oh my god, Steve.” You put your head in your hand, shaking it in disbelief.

Steve laughs through his next words as he continues on, “And then, I remembered that I’ve seen Mr. Sanders – you know, the man who lives a few doors down from us – I’ve seen him trimming his trees before. So I walked on down there and asked him to borrow his gear, and he said yes!”

You’re struggling to hold back your laughs as you listen to Steve’s storytelling. Steve is also holding himself back from bursting into laughter, which makes the whole thing that much funnier.

“He did offer to help me out, but he was on his way out to run some errands and I didn’t want to bother him of course, so I told him not to worry about it.”

You gaze at him fondly as he tells his story with animated hands and facial expressions.

“And then, y’know, I started out alright. But then I was trying to reach the higher branches and I guess I just lost my balance or something because the next thing I knew I was flat on my back staring up at the sky, babe!”

“That sounds crazy, honey,” You slide your hand into his hair to scratch your nails along his scalp.

Steve moans, he loves when you do this. You see his eyes start to get heavy and his head falls back a bit. He’s so adorable when he gets all sleepy.

“It was sooo crazy. Then Gertie was there and then the ambulance guys were there and then I went to sleep and now I’m here,” You push up on the bed so that he can lay on your shoulder. Steve snuggles in as best as he can while not disturbing his wrapped up leg or bruised ribs. “Do you think it’s okay if I sleep for a little bit? I’m kinda tired.”

His eyes begin to flutter closed, and he feels heavier on your shoulder as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep. “Yeah baby, get some sleep.”

Steve grumbles a bit, just on the cusp of his impending nap ,”Mmm…I love you so much.”

You squeeze him tighter against you and lean your head back to try and get some rest as well.

“I love you more.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fandom #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb

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pedroshotwifey · 20 days

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*slaps more money on the table*

👀 So basically, I can’t seem to finish any WIPs with this man, he is a ball of lust but I can’t write him. 😭😭😭

Javier Peña you and your sexy self frustrate me! But I also want to request a Drabble for my birthday (Sunday 3/31 - which I should have requested this earlier this week. 😖)

Anyway whenever you finish it is fine.

I would like some sweetness and smut from Javi because if there’s a time to be completely self-indulgent, it’s on your birthday. 🥳

Thank you in advance love! ❤️

*Gives money back*

This one's on the house. 😉

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NERDIE!!! 🥳🥳🥳

As requested, here is your birthday sweetness and smut:

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 1.3k

Salty Sweet

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“Javi, are you home?”

You take a step into your dark and too-quiet apartment, looking around for any trace of your boyfriend. You know, despite the fact that you couldn’t get your birthday off, Javi was able to stay home so he’d be here when you got back. But so far, it looks like he might be out. You frown, more curious as to where he might be than upset though.

You sigh and slip your shoes off, exhausted from the day you had. It seems like you didn’t get a break at all on top of having to stay late. You love your job, but they really don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s your birthday or your last day on earth. If you want to keep up with the competitive pay, you better do what they ask, no matter how many hours of overtime you may be working.

You’re taking your coat off when you hear a sudden clatter from the kitchen, and then a whispered curse right after. You can’t help the smile that creeps up. This idiot is trying to surprise you. If you had to guess, you’d say he probably just slammed his foot into one of the chairs in the dark.

“Javi?” you try to keep the amusement from breaching your tone. He doesn’t answer, of course, so you make your way to the kitchen. You reach to turn the light on but stop in your tracks at the sight that beholds you.

The entire kitchen is decorated. There are fairy lights hanging on the walls and around the table, ribbons and balloons in your favorite colors spread tastefully throughout the room, lit candles on every surface, and a cute birthday banner hanging on the back wall. And in the middle of it all is Javi, standing next to the table which holds what might be the most beautiful little cake you’ve ever seen.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says through his beaming smile. He knows he did good.

Your eyes start to get misty as you walk toward him and throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Javi. You didn’t have to do all this.”

He tuts as he embraces you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Of course I didn’t have to, but you deserve it, hermosa. So much.”

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, a tear slipping down your cheek as you do so. You hadn’t realized how overwhelmed you’d been all day. Just as you deepen the kiss, Javi groans against your lips and forces himself back.

“One more thing,” he breathes against your mouth before moving to the fridge. You watch with peaked interest as he swings the door open and pulls out a can of whipped cream. He shuts the door and smiles devilishly as he shakes the can. You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s for at the same time he pats the table.

“Hop up, cariño.”

It’s not until you see the mischievous glint in his eye that you understand what he wants. You immediately feel a throb between your legs. The two of you had talked before about doing something like this, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon. Not that you complain as you quickly follow his instructions and clamber onto the table.

He smirks wildly at you as he pops the top off of the can and rucks your skirt up. You sit up and allow him to bunch it around your waist. A small shriek escapes your lips as Javi brings your panties down as well, leaving you bare for him.

You can already see the bulge pressing against his pants. When you look at his face, his expression is almost pained as he looks between your thighs.

“Gonna taste even sweeter now, baby,” he practically moans. His eyes flick up to catch your stare and he flashes you a smile. “Lay back for me,” he instructs. You obey quickly, laying down until the back of your head touches the table.

The first spurt of the cold cream comes unexpectedly, making you yelp as it lands on your clit and starts to slide down. Javi only laughs. “Always so sensitive,” he teases.

You whimper in response as you stare at the dimly-lit ceiling. Even though you’re not watching him right now, you know that Javi’s getting on his knees in front of you. He gently parts your folds with his thumbs as the melting whipped cream travels to your hole. Just as you feel it land there, he leans forward and scoops it up with his tongue, so gentle that it makes you shiver.

Your hips chase his mouth as he pulls away, but his hand comes up to push one of your knees.

“Javi, p-please,” you beg quietly. You’re almost surprised how quickly this has gotten you pent up.

He chuckles as you let your eyes drift to his kneeling form. “Patience, baby,” is all he says. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts the can again and squirts some whipped cream into his mouth and then sets it down again. He just winks before leaning forward and putting his mouth on your cunt.

You moan as he starts to spread it with his lips and tongue, making a complete mess out of you. The sensation of both the heat and cold makes you dizzy, delirious for more. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the cold and softness of it mixed with his strong, warm tongue as it begins to lick up and down and inside of you.

He holds your thighs open as he swirls your clit with the tip of his tongue before going lower and dipping it into your hole.

“God, you taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praises through a groan.

“Feels good,” you moan in reply.

Suddenly, you feel his tongue push into you again, fucking you with the muscle as he reaches for the can again. He curls within you as he puts another squirt on your clit. When he comes back up to envelop your clit with his plush lips, the cream sloshing between the two of you, your hands find their way into his hair. You tug on the strands as he sucks harshly, flicking his tongue as he does so. He drinks up the cream and alternates between pressure as he swallows.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel your body warming in suspense of an orgasm. Javi continues to tease and suckle your clit, and when he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger inside of you, you know you’re done for. He hooks his finger as he pumps it and you’re immediately clenching around it, moaning as you pull his hair harder.

He helps you through it, growling and sending vibrations to your twitching clit before removing his finger and licking up the mixture of your release and the whipped cream. He keeps licking and sucking until there’s barely a trace of the sweet dessert left on your cunt. When he’s done, he licks his lips and sits black to look at your face.

You’re panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and looking utterly gorgeous. He finds himself smiling as you shoot him a grin, already knowing what the next words from your mouth are going to be.

“Your turn.”

As much as he would like that, he knows it’ll have to wait a bit. He still has a pile of presents to give you and your favorite dinner to make. Tonight is about you, but he certainly won’t object if you still want to return this favor a little later.

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final-script · 7 months

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It's Happening! | Ruben Dias

Pairing: Ruben Dias x Reader

Sumary: Where Ruben Dias asks the big question.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

Gif: rubendiasatl

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As the complete gentleman he was, unbeknownst to you, he had gone to your parents' house to ask for your hand.

It was not difficult for them to give the blessing, they loved him from the moment they met him.

(…)

After obtaining the blessing of your parents, he only needed to prepare the proposal, for this he received ideas and some help from family and friends, both yours and his.

There wasn't anyone who wasn't aware of Ruben's love for you.

You liked the simple, so Ruben had decided on something simple but at the same time express what he feels for you.

Although it may not seem like it, everything was quite fast and without raising suspicions around you.

First I would take you to dinner and then to walk on the beach, where I had also prepared something.

(…)

The day of the proposal I followed his plan to the letter, I invite you to dinner like any other time, trying not to seem nervous, fortunately I succeed.

He opened your door when he got to the car, before also getting on and traveling to the restaurant and for the first time at night something called your attention… They weren't filling up the way they usually do.

Y/N- honey where are we filling?

R- oh, I thought maybe we could try a new place.

I put his cloak on your thigh and kept driving.

(…)

The dinner developed normally, talking about random things as they always do and after a small dessert it was time to continue with the second part of the plan.

R- is it okay if we walk along the beach?

Y/N- there is a pleasant climate, so that's fine.

They clasped their hands and as the beach was close they walked clinging.

A few meters a decorations scattered along the beach caught your attention

Y/N- it seems that there was a party.

If only you knew what was about to happen to you.

Advantage your distraction, Ruben decided that it was his moment, with the excuse that you could better observe the "forgotten" place, I managed to put you where he wanted.

R- and if I told you that it is not a party and that it is for us. Hugging you from behind.

Y/N- what do you talk about, honey?

R- I did this because I wanted to ask you something.

He kept you in this position, because if I turned to see you I probably wouldn't say everything he really wants to tell you.

R- I know you love the simple so I will do the best I can, I know I could go straight to the point but … There are things I really want to say today.

He controlled his breathing as best he could and continued.

R- It's been almost 4 years since we are together, almost 4 years since I saw you for the first time and was arrowed by that girl who seemed lost at a party with her friends, but no matter how lost she seemed she made me work to get her name and phone number, almost 4 years since you endure my mood swings after a game, you take care of me and help me to improve, I love you even more, because you are always just you and without forgetting to mention how much my family loves you, how you are with them … For everything I've said and for what I'm still missing, I want all that to be forever, to create new memories, so I want to ask you.

He stopped his words to turn you around and make eye contact.

As he did so, he immediately knelt down and revealed before you, the ring that without your knowledge he had been with for weeks.

R- do you want to marry me? The tears accumulated in your eyes could show, but enough to see that the man in front of you, you were with whom you wanted to spend the rest of your life.

Nodding excitedly you gave an answer.

Y/N- yes, yes, of course.

I slip the ring into your ring and when it got up, you immediately circled his neck and kissed it.

Y/N- I can't wait to be your wife.

R- the last name Dias will look great,Eu te amo futura esposa (I love you future wife)

Y/N- Mrs. Dias… I love it. Seal the moment with a kiss.

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ANOTHERS

From The Beginning - Ruben Dias x Reader

English Classes - Julian Alvarez x Reader

#ruben dias #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fanfic #footballer imagine #football one shot #football fanfic #football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n

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starhoppin · 7 months

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pick a picture; what to expect for the month of october

pile 1 -> pile 2 -> pile 3

disclaimer; this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest.

「 pile one」

five of wands rv (cb: the word lord rv, the wise woman of wonderland rv) knight of swords (cb: the arrow master rv, the hungry ghosts), six of swords (cb: the sacred union)

you may be purposefully avoiding conflict this month. you may find out that people are gossiping or talking badly about you behind your back. you're being asked to not engage with them. they are projecting onto you - and that is not your problem. it's their own fears and negativity speaking. there may be one person (feminine) in particular that is causing drama. do not be afraid to walk away from someone because you're worried you will not find another. staying with such a person will not benefit you in the long run. for some of you, this particular situation may be regarding a friendship of some sort. you may be grappling with a lack mindset this month. this negative mindset may be affecting your self-esteem and your relationship with potential romantic partners. this may sound redundant, but settling is not the answer. you may be giving too much of yourself to people who do not deserve it and you are not allowing yourself to receive. relationships should not be one-sided, you deserve to receive love as well. you may be experiencing self-deprecating thoughts. shift your perspective of yourself and address those limiting beliefs. be willing to stop this cycle and things will change for the better. i'm seeing that once you end this cycle, there is true love in your future - if you're brave enough to take the leap. also, i saw 12:34 on the clock while i was reading - if that is confirmation for someone.

[songs that may resonate] get it your way - the band camino, sparks fly - taylor swift, in a perfect world - dean lewis & julia michaels

「 pile two」

temperance (cb: the altar princess, the cosmos), 5 of swords (the metal king, gaia's garden), the lovers rv (the lady of the mirror, the mapmaker of destiny)

you may be starting a project or have a new opportunity that will bring a lot of meaning to your life. this could be something creative. this will bring you a lot of happiness and stability, as long as you diligently work towards your goal. however, you must be mindful of people with negative intentions trying to take advantage of you and the success from this project. keep quiet about the details of this new venture, and make sure to set boundaries with others. you may be experiencing trouble within your love life this month. for someone specific: you may have found someone who you want to start a relationship with; however, they do not want commitment. Instead, they want the more... physical aspects of a relationship or wish for a casual fling. do not blame yourself if this turns out to be the case. their actions are a reflection of them, not you - do not let their low-vibrational intentions taint your self-esteem.

[songs that may resonate] dirty little secret - the all-american rejects, i choose you - sara bareilles, your love is my drug - kesha

「 pile three」

death (cb: the dragon's duel), three of pentacles (cb: the resting tree rv), five of wands (cb: the swan queen)

you may be facing a significant choice this month. i'm hearing "should i stay or should i go?" you're being asked to analyze your choices to determine which one will serve your highest intentions. this may be concerning the end of a cycle. you may have finally completed your healing journey and you're ready to move forward into a new period. however, this will take a conscious effort on your part to step into this new chapter of your life. you may also be experiencing a lot of stress this month. if you start to feel yourself getting overwhelmed with your commitments: stop, take a breath, and meditate if you can. do not try to do everything at once or you may make mistakes - things don't happen overnight. also, do not be afraid to ask others for help to lighten your load. you aren't meant to do everything yourself. be open to assistance from others.

[songs that may resonate] eyes - bazzi, till you're ready - navvy, i'm yours - jason mraz

tarot decks used in this reading: cirque du tarot & wisdom of the hidden realms oracle cards

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[ there was more to this ask, but some was spoilers 😆 - C ]

Ooh, that is a fun challenge! I might make this a bigger Title post, actually, because it's been a good while since we've had one of those.

...alright, I just finished, and this one kind of got away from me. I hope it's ok that I sort of hijacked your post to talk about Aspects as a whole - but rest assured, I did answer the original question. Let's get into it!

Unfortunately, it might be kind of difficult to make Class guesses. My theory is that they're Sburb's take on RPG party roles - and for obvious reasons, we haven't seen how any of the non-Player characters would fit into a Sburb party. A full analysis of the hypothetical Midnight Crew, Exile and Guardian sessions would be fun, but it's a little out of scope for this question.

Personality certainly seems to be a factor. I don't think it's a coincidence, for example, that the Seers are the most inquisitive members of their respective parties. Dave and Karkat both hide their true emotions behind a persona - but then again, so do Feferi and Jade, two happy-go-lucky Witches with incredibly dark backstories. Dave may be the worst offender, but half the cast is hiding behind some sort of facade.

John, for his part, doesn't seem to have anything in common with Equius - at least, nothing I can see. I might dig a little deeper for human/troll Class parallels once we've seen more of Equius and Feferi, but our sample sizes are so small that it's going to be hard to tell which shared traits are intentional.

Anyway, none of the other classes feature a pair of Players that I could toss into a Venn diagram, so we're at a bit of a dead end.

I suppose I could approach this from another angle, and try to extrapolate a Class from each character's life circumstances - for example, by speculating that Grandpa's inheritance of the Betty Crocker brand makes him a potential Heir - but that's clearly not an accurate method, given that literal heiress Feferi is a Witch.

See, Classes are a tough nut to crack! The main issue here is that the comic has given us very little to work with - it's been tight-lipped on Titles in general, and there's been almost no exposition on Classes specifically.

It might be easier just to try and assign Aspects to each of the non-Players - so that's what I'm going to do. I'll also take the opportunity to put forward my best guess for what each Aspect means.

Without further ado:

Time means time.

This one seems extremely straightforward. Not all the Aspects are quite so literal - Breath, for example, seems more closely related to wind than the body function it's named after - but Time is about engaging directly with its namesake. It may have other meanings as well, but we haven't seen any yet.

If you wield Time, then you're the session's designated time traveler - which is a lot less cool than it sounds, because it means you're on Doomed Timeline cleanup duty. Enjoy the corpse disposal!

Both of the comic's Time Players have fashioned their own personal time machines out of musical instruments. Music seems to have some connection to Time - which makes sense, since it's an art form of pitch, rhythm and beat. Music is time.

We can also talk for a second about Dave's Quest. As we'll see, each Land Quest seems to directly concern the Player's Aspect. Dave's Quest is to...

...um.

Well, one of these is Dave's Quest. The LOHACse is the only one of the two which is directly related to Time, but I've speculated that Dave's sword-in-the-stone quest will involve him rewinding Caledfwlch to an earlier point in its timeline. Plus, the Caledfwlch quest also speaks to Dave's Class as a Knight, so I think it's the real one.

For the sake of completeness, let's also talk about the Time Lands. Each Land always seems to feature one trait which either directly or obliquely references its Player's Aspect. LOHAC is self-explanatory, but Aradia's Land of Quartz and Melody is an interesting case, as its 'Aspect trait' could be either of its two descriptors. Quartz could reference the quartz in a modern clock, and Melody could reference the musical connection I mentioned above.

I can't think of any non-Players with particularly strong ties to Time - aside from the Felt and Lord English, who we know very little about. Let's say they're all Time Players, and English rules over them as a Prince of Time. As a mob boss and destroyer of worlds, he undoubtedly shares some of Eridan's megalomania.

Space... well, we actually don't have much for Space. We haven't seen Jade or Kanaya do anything with their Aspect, nor do we know anything about their Quests.

We do know that both Space Lands contain the Forge, so maybe there's something to that. Presumably it's going to forge something, and I think it's probably where you're supposed to create the universe. If your task is literally to create Space, it makes sense that a Space Player would take point - but that begs the question of what would happen in a session without a Space Player.

Maybe the game prefers a Space Forge, but it can spawn on another Land in lieu of one - or maybe Space is the 'default' Aspect, and it's actually mandatory in every session.

As far as Space's symbolism is concerned, my assumption is that it's as straightforward as Time, but we'll need to see more.

While I'm here, I guess I should dip my toe into this hot mess.

Yes, LOFAF's Space Word does appear to be Frogs. Yes, that does imply that Kanaya's was also Frogs, or something equally mysterious. No, I do not know what this could possibly mean.

These frogs are apparently heralds for their god, Bilious Slick, whose shadow has been looming over the comic for months now. I guess their appearance on the Space Lands implies that Slick is Space themed, which is at least consistent with my theory that he's the final obstacle between the Players and their universe.

Moving on, because I give up.

(Oh, and if anyone's a Space Player, it's Bec. You could also make an argument for Mom Lalonde, since her home was fitted with an observatory, but that's very tenuous. We don't know much about Space, so I don't know how else to tie a character to the Aspect.)

There's a lot going on with Light.

All Quests so far have had ties to the Player's Aspect, so whatever Jaspers thinks he's talking about here should have something to do with Light.

Jaspers... seems to be talking about different ways to represent information, and instructing Rose to find a particular DNA sequence. (I have to assume this isn't the MEOW sequence, because I don't think Sburb wants Rose to fill LOLAR's oceans with First Guardians.) So, it sort of looks like Light is information, doesn't it?

Well... maybe. See, things are are complicated by the fact that Dave's Quest above was also Knight-themed, so this spiel from Jaspers could be partially Seer-themed. How can we tell which is the Seer stuff, and which is the Light?

Recently, Rose said this, seemingly confirming that her Title is about information ('knowing shit'), and also implying that the 'knowing' is a Seer thing.

This allow us to compare her to Terezi, the other Seer. As we'll see below, she specializes in discerning people's personalities and motivations - literally, seeing into their minds - so it sounds like being a Seer is about perceiving or 'seeing' things that relate to your Aspect.

Rose, the Seer of Light, should therefore have an advanced perception of Light - but just what is Light? What can Rose see?

Well, she says she can see 'the big picture'.

I think Rose's powers allow her to zoom out, understand the broad strokes of a situation, and see how it all ties together - and I think that is the essence of Light.

Dave wonders how he's going to navigate the Furthest Ring's twisted-up space, so she scans the overall situation with her Light powers, and vaguely understands that it won't be a problem. Dave will be able to play his part.

However, if he asked why, exactly, it won't be a problem, or how he's going to do it, she'd be stumped. That's not her department.

I think I sort of understand what Light means now, but I can't think of a succinct way to describe it. The zooming-out Aspect, maybe? The everything-is-connected Aspect? The don't-sweat-the-details Aspect?

Guys, I think I'm starting to understand Homestuck!

Ah, shit.

Yeah, I don't know how Vriska or her powers slot into this interpretation. As the Thief of Light, I guess she'd be stealing... the bigger picture... from other people? And that lets her take their luck, somehow?

I guess when you give yourself 'good luck', you are sort of improving your situation in the general sense, rather than the specific. You don't know the details of how your luck will manifest, but you don't really need to - all you need to know is that it'll be good for you.

I don't know. This is getting messy, and more than a little abstract. I'm sure Vriska will be doing a lot of luck-stealing, so we'll hopefully learn more as we go.

At least the Land of Maps and Treasure fits Light-as-the-big-picture. A map is, literally, a big picture.

A flurry of disquieting happenstance is related to the ADORED SOVEREIGN. With no other options, her counsel is all that is left to be sought. Abdication is never ideal. But in the face of inevitable conquest, conceding ground can supply the only remaining advantage.

WQ, then, seems like a good fit for a Light Player. After listening to PM's full report, she seems to understand how the pieces fit together.

The Queen knows that Jack wants her dead, and clearly understands how dangerous a Player item can be, in the wrong hands. She doesn't know what's in the package, or what Jack will do with it - but she doesn't need to. She can see the writing on the wall, so she retreats.

I did a bit of Breath research for this post, and landed on the above quote. I think Breath is about direction and destination.

TT: John? TT: Are you there? -- tentacleTherapist [TT] is now an idle chum! -- EB: hey, yeah i'm here! EB: and not dead i think. TT: I know. TT: I've been watching you scramble through the house like a lunatic. TT: You should have answered me sooner.

John's a meandering kind of guy. He's wandered haphazardly around the session for three thousand pages, but he always seems to reach his goal. Despite not knowing where to go, he always seems to be where he needs to be.

John's Quest as the Heir of Breath has been explained in detail. He needs to unclog the pipes of LOWAS and defeat Typheus, freeing his Land's fireflies from their cloudy prison. In essence, John's Quest is to give these bugs a new direction, allowing them their full axis of movement once again.

There might also be some Heir stuff in this Quest, but its ultimate goal seems to align pretty well with that Breeze quote above, so I'm willing to accept it as Breath evidence.

AG: Have you ever tried to fly? I 8et you haven't! AG: How a8out we take to the skies, Pupa! AG: Hahahaha, oh you like that idea, Pupa? Yes, you do. I can feel it in your simple, mallea8le 8rain. AG: You want to fly so 8ad!

Breath might also have something to do with agency - or at least, the ability to choose your own actions. John's freedom-themed Quest isn't the only example of this - Tavros's entire arc is about how Vriska keeps denying him agency, while pretending she's doing the opposite.

(I'm going to avoid comparing Homestuck to other works, because this post is long enough as it is, so you're just going to have to imagine the twelve paragraphs of Deltarune meta that would otherwise be placed here.)

AT: bECAUSE THE ONLY TIME i EVER HAD FUN PLAYING THIS GAME WAS WHEN i WAS ASLEEP,

Tavros just wanted to do his own thing. He wanted to ignore the game and float around Prospit, away from everyone's expectations - but he was denied this opportunity, again and again. It's no wonder that he's on a bit of a high right now, after being granted the freedom of his new robo-legs.

As for potential Breath Players - well, CD reminds me of John a little, but he seems a lot more likely to stay on task. I don't know what Aspect he'd be assigned.

Now - we're onto the Aspects we've only seen in trolls. We don't have as much for most of these, since we haven't seen any troll Quests, nor any Aspect powers sans Vriska and Terezi.

Terezi, the Seer of Mind, deals in personality - or maybe, more generally, vibes.

CG: WE'RE NOT EXILING JACK, HE'S COOL. [...] GC: [...] 1 DO NOT G3T 4 GOOD F33L1NG FROM H1M! GC: H3 K1ND OF CG: STINKS? [...] GC: W3LL GC: SORT OF GC: H3 DO3SNT SM3LL B4D 4CTU4LLY GC: H3 SM3LLS R34LLY CL34N 4ND SH1NY 4ND D4RK D4RK D444RK L1K3 4N O1L SL1CK 4ND TH3R3 1S 4 T1NY H1NT OF L1COR1C3 TH3R3 TOO GC: 1TS MOR3 L1K3 GC: TH3 W4Y H3 MOV3S GC: 1 SM3LL H1S SMOOTH MOT1ONS 4ND TH3 W4Y H3 SQU1NTS H1S 3Y3S 4ND 1T G1V3S M3 TH1S R34LLY N3RVOUS F33L1NG

When she smells someone, her Mind-enhanced perception doesn't just tell her what they look like - it also seems to communicate that person's essence. Terezi can see the idea of Jack Noir, here. She's smelling what it feels like to be inside his head.

GC: TH3 D4Y 1T H4PP3N3D W4S TH3 F1RST T1M3 1 3V3R H34RD FROM MY LUSUS GC: SH3 WOK3 M3 UP, 4ND 3V3R S1NC3 H4S B33N T34CH1NG M3 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO S33 GC: 4 D1FF3R3NT W4Y TO P3RC31V3 3V3RYTH1NG 1 GU3SS, NOT JUST 1N 4 S3NSORY W4Y

Terezi is also a naturally perceptive person, so it's sometimes unclear whether her reads are due to Seer clairvoyance or her own deductive abilities. As a general rule, I'll only treat her insight as a Mind power if she explicitly refers to her sense of smell as its source, since that's the avenue for her supernatural perception.

GC: T3LL M3 YOUR R34L N4M3!!! >:[ TG: ok lets say its TG: dave why not GC: D4V3! GC: TH4T SM3LLS L1K3 TRUTH GC: 1 W1LL D3C1D3 TO B3L13V3 1T >:] TG: fuck

Therefore, I'm pretty sure her powers do, in fact, allow her to detect lies. Mind, then, might be related to the concept of truth - as in, your Mind is the truth of who you are, stripped of all illusions.

I was initially going to place Droog here, since he seems to be the only Crew member with his head screwed on, but I no longer think Mind is about being rational or analytical.

Blood is the first Aspect I don't really have a guess for. Maybe it's got something to do with genetics - Karkat is a carcinoGeneticist, after all, and a mutant to boot.

Spades Slick is blood brothers with a Knight of Blood, and he's got a lot in common with Karkat, commanding his party with a moderately annoying leadership style. I'll put him here on the strength of those parallels, and I can revisit it when Blood is explained.

We don't know much about Nepeta, so we don't know much about Heart. Shipping is all about drawing them, though, so maybe Heart is about romance - or, more broadly, relationships and connections.

Nepeta's Land of Little Cubes and Tea is a lolcat joke, so it might not conform to the Aspect Word pattern. I guess, since the cubes are sugar cubes, it might be a pun on 'sweetheart'? Who knows.

I'll put Hearts Boxcars here, and not just because of his name. He's the only member of the Midnight Crew with any interest in shipping.

Feferi revived Sollux with a kiss, so Life is probably healing, as it is in many other element systems.

How her Land of Dew and Glass relates to Life is a mystery. While dew can refer to condensation on any surface, it's often used to describe the water droplets which accrete on grass and other flora. That's kind of a connection to a living thing, but feels like a stretch and a half.

Let's also put Nanna here, since she's the only true healer in the cast. I don't know why the other sprites don't use the healing beam.

Our Void Player is in a Land of Caves and Silence - a hole in the earth, and an absence of sound. Void seems to represent negation, or a lack of something.

Also - this might be a reach, but Scratch describes the gaps in his clairvoyance as 'pockets of void', so perhaps Void also has something to do with uncertainty - aka, a lack of information.

Most of the Guardians could go here, really. Bro seems the best fit, since he's constantly hiding from Dave, and completely vanishes for most of the session.

When a timeline is marked for destruction, we say that it's doomed.

Doom seems to represent death, obliteration and entropy. Sollux Entered into the Land of Brains and Fire, and I think it's pretty clear that Fire is the trait which is tapping his Aspect.

Doom may also be the Aspect of prophecy. After all, Sollux is a prophet of Doom - so maybe he's a prophet because of Doom. It could also be related to his nature as a Mage, but Mages haven't been explained, so I can't speculate.

I originally thought that Sollux might be a Seer - but the Seer Class seems to be about gathering information related to a particular Aspect, rather than directly divining the future. Maybe a Seer of Time could see future events, but it's certainly not a default ability of the class.

Grandpa seems to have some ties to Doom. He prophesized Jade's death to her when he told her about her dead Dream Self - plus, he's a hunter, with a house full of corpses. Also, his entire presence in the session is overshadowed by the spectre of his future death. This is probably the Aspect guess I'm most confident in.

I guess there's also Hope, a brand-new Aspect with no lore. Eridan's 'hope' would seem to be expressed in the fact that he constantly hits on people, hoping in vain for a yes. Thankfully, we're not aware of any non-Players like that....

The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: "There is hope yet."

...but PM is pretty much screaming about hope in her mail monologue, so we'll put her here.

ORDER IN THE COURT. YOU WILL HAVE ORDER IN THIS COURTROOM. IF EVERYONE DOES NOT SETTLE DOWN YOU WILL CLEAR OUT THIS COURTROOM, YOU SWEAR TO GOD.

It's hard to classify the Aimless Renegade. He's all about crime and punishment - which is certainly a Terezi trait, but I don't think it's a Mind trait.

As for Dad, he has a well-established gentlemanly personality, but I don't know what Aspect is the most 'gentlemanly'.

I could try and classify more obscure characters like FedoraFreak, the Pen-pal, Jaspersprite or the Hussie self-insert, but I'll tell you right now I don't have any guesses. Still, that was fun, and it was a good opportunity for me to update my thoughts surrounding the Aspects!

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