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ozzgin · 5 months

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I can order a yandere cute (kawaii), who maybe because of his cute and innocent appearance managed to get close to his beloved, but maybe this boy is not only cute and has a very disturbing past...

When you described a cute yandere with a messed up past, all I could think of was Kanato from Diabolik Lovers. This one's less of an asshole though. Hopefully. I also wasn't sure what you had in mind for 'disturbing past', I may have gone overboard.

Cute!Twisted! Yandere x Reader

Children will say the strangest things. Such as the marriage promise you’ve received from the little boy you befriended a long time ago, when you were rather young yourself. Yet sometimes the words aren’t entirely devoid of meaning. He definitely hasn’t forgotten his intentions, and your current fiancé is a mere delay to his plans.

TW: mentions of abuse, obsessive behavior, violence, small age gap, death

He still remembers the day you met, so clearly and vividly. His most cherished memory.

It was particularly cold despite the sun and his feet were hurting. He didn't have the time to put any shoes on, he ran out the moment he'd heard the sound of glass breaking.

Mother was so scary when she'd get upset. The bulging eyes, the screaming mouth, the wild hair scattered over her face, darkening her features.

What if she were to follow him outside? No, she was never mean in front of others. Then again, the street was empty...He bit apart the skin on his fingers in panic.

"Isn't it a bit late for pajamas?"

His eyes darted up and met hers. A girl somewhat taller and older, holding a basketball under her arm and staring intently, visibly confused. He was, after all, shivering outside by himself, barefoot and in sleeping garments in bright daylight. He blushed in embarrassment.

"I snuck out for some fresh air."

"Rebellious already, huh?" She smirked and walked over, dropping herself on the sidewalk next to him. "I'm (Y/N). Do you live in the area? We could hang out when you feel like it. No need to sit by yourself."

She pointed to a house unexpectedly close. Has she always been nearby? Then again, he was never allowed outside. Besides the spontaneous escapades in order to avoid the burning rage, he didn't see other people much. It had always been him and Mother.

For his own good, really. At least that's what Mother used to say. When she wasn't angry, she'd cry and hold him tight, telling him how much she pities him between hiccups and candid sobs. A vile creature like him would surely be mocked by the rest of the world. Not his fault, the poor little angel. Alas, his miserable fate still had a glimpse of hope, because Mother would never abandon him. He would always find acceptance from her all-forgiving heart.

And yet, there was always the seed of suspicion in the depths of his mind. Her sweet, soothing words felt like a hot slap over the blooming wounds already adorning his body, shaping a paradox.

Then he met you. You didn't seem to be disturbed by his presence. The following days, whenever he approached you, you'd welcome him with the same warm smile. Just like you promised. He couldn't find the ridicule he'd so often been warned about.

The puzzle pieces didn't fit together, and it became painfully obvious once Mother confronted him about his secret outings. Somehow her wrath had faded. Her shouts were mere waves echoing from somewhere distant, only grazing by his ears. She must've noticed his indifference, too, because she began rummaging her pockets for the basement key. Perhaps an old fashioned discipline would have helped him regain his voice. But the dark, cramped walls of the basement no longer frightened him. During his time spent outside, he had discovered a fact of stunning novelty:

He didn't have to listen to her. Staring into her ferocious, bottomless pits, he only found the reflection of (Y/N)'s face. Her peaceful, loving expression, devoid of pain, or fury, or punishment.

His little hands reached for the box cutter.

"It's you that has to go downstairs, Mother. You're a liar. I hate liars."

Was it the right choice? His small outburst had ultimately cost him your company. That evening he politely called emergency to let them know his Mother had gone mad. And so they dispatched a couple of officers to investigate the gruesome cadaver, sprawled along the stairs with too many gashes to count. They shyly investigated the basement, and a social worker carefully inspected the little boy's abundant markings. This couldn't have been a suicide, but the tearful, frightened eyes of the child kept them from pressing further. Whoever had stepped foot into their home that day most likely did him a favor. Nonetheless, he was now essentially orphaned, requiring an adult, and was swiftly shipped to the first available relative.

He didn't have the time to meet you one last time. A shameful departure given his final meeting: completely inebriated with ardent affection, he dared to present to you his innermost wish. One day he'd marry you, he was certain of it. You chuckled and extended your pinky finger reassuringly. A sealed deal.

All he had was your name and your promise and God, how dearly he clung to them every night, every passing year. His true glimmer of hope.

You're scrolling through your emails, waiting for the bus to arrive, when a gentle tap on the shoulder startles you. Behind you is a young man, although the soft, feminine features give him more of an androgynous appearance.

"May I help you?"

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?" he bats his eyelashes expectantly.

"I am, but how do you-"

You gaze at the stranger intently. The big, innocent eyes, the childish demeanor, there's a certain familiarity to it. Who could it be? Suddenly you're overwhelmed by nostalgia.

"It's you! How many years...? And you haven't changed one bit!" You laugh merrily at the sight of your shy, quiet friend, all grown up.

"H-hey now, surely I look more mature this time." He tries to emulate a somber frown as a way to prove his adulthood. "Do you have time? I'd love to catch up."

He missed you so much.

"Right now is a little difficult, but I'll tell you what. Why don't you come over to our place in the near future?"

Huh?

"This way I can introduce you to my fiancé!" You flash him your phone in order to exchange numbers, enthusiastic about the surprise reunion.

He vacantly stares at the lockscreen depicting an unknown man holding you close to him. When he searched for your name online, he didn't find anything regarding a relationship. He didn't expect this. He shouldn't have expected this. His fingers tighten around the small velvet box in his pocket.

Did you forget your promise to him? Or was everything a lie? No, you wouldn't...you couldn't...He fucking hates liars. But you're not one of them, are you? You're not like Mother. No, no, no, no. Breathe. It's his fault. Of course, naturally. He vanished without a word and you must've thought he abandoned you. How careless of him. How terribly rude to blame you for his mistakes. It's okay, it's alright. He'll make it up to you. Sweet, darling (Y/N).

"Are you okay?"

He looks up and notices your worried face.

"Me? Yes, definitely. I was just a little surprised. Hehe. Who would've thought?" He grins and winks at you. "I have an even better idea! Why don't you two come to my apartment instead? I never got the chance to congratulate you for your engagement."

"Gosh, haha, don't worry about i-"

"Please. Pretty please?" He pouts dramatically, holding onto your coat, and you blush slightly at the adorable display. "It's my way of thanking you for the nice childhood memories."

"You really have your way to convince people, huh?" You ruffle his hair and he lowers his head, enjoying the touch. "I'll let my fiancé know."

"Such a cozy place you got yourself!" You beam at the lovely atmosphere of the room. Everything is bright and inviting.

"Uh huh. The ladies must love you." Your fiancé follows up in agreement, snacking on the fancy appetizers.

The young man places a tray on the table and hands you both a glass of sparkling wine.

"Do you live alone? I refuse to believe you don't have a girlfriend." You joke and turn to your partner. "He was a real loner back then. Never saw him around other kids."

"Don't out me like that, (Y/N)!" He pinches your cheek humorously. "As a matter of fact, I do have a girlfriend."

Your fiancé raises his eyebrows, encouraging the boy to continue with details, while he gulps down the pleasantly aromatic drink. Must be expensive.

"Then why didn't you bring her here? I want to meet her!" You whine.

The man fiddles with his glass, observing the air bubbles that rush to the surface.

"You already know her."

"Oh?"

Distracted by this knowledge, you stretch for your own glass and accidentally grab the one belonging to your fiancé. Before you can bring it to your lips, your head swings to the side and you can instantly feel your cheek throb, numb from the abrupt impact of someone's hand.

"Don't fucking touch it!"

Your childhood friend is standing before you, equally shocked by his act. He stares at his reddening palm and his face twists in terror.

"I-I'm...Oh God...I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I just, I didn't know what else to do. You have to understand, please. I'd never-"

As you listen to his erratic apology, you hear the wheezing coughs of your fiancé. His breathing is irregular and he scratches his throat, unable to verbalize his struggle to you. A white foam begins to form in the corners of his mouth. You try to get up, but the man's fingers dig into your face, forcing you back on the chair.

"Shhh shhh, it sounds uglier than it actually is. Trust me. Do you see now? I had to be a little rough, otherwise you would've gotten hurt. Hey! Look at me." He cups your cheeks with both of his hands, squatting in front of you. "Let him settle down. It won't be long."

Your vision becomes blurry.

"He needs an ambulance. Please. What did you do with the drinks?" You manage to blurt out.

"Won't make a difference."

He rests his gaze on your features for a few moments, admiring them dreamily.

"It breaks my heart when you're sad like this. Didn't I say this is an engagement celebration?"

Without breaking eye contact, he pulls out his treasured box and opens it in your lap, revealing a ring.

"I know I disappeared without a word, but I truly had no choice. This is my way of begging for your forgiveness. Not a day went by without thinking of you, (Y/N). I, heh...I actually got this many years ago. Just carried it in my pocket in case I ever found you again."

He giggles awkwardly, stroking your cheek protectively.

"So don't cry. I've kept my promise after all, didn't I? Aren't you proud of me~?"

By the time his little speech ends, the room has filled with silence. Your fiancé is slouching on the chair, still and quiet. The young boy picks up your limp body, humming cheerfully.

"You'll be the prettiest bride in the world.

Mine and mine only."

#female reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere original character #yandere childhood friend #tw yandere

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prefrontal-bastard · 10 months

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One thing people don't talk enough about, is that the way neurotypical adults are taught to punish/discipline/teach neurodivergent children is through competency-deprivation.

What do I mean by this?

Competency-deprivation is a name I'm putting forth to describe a certain tactic of social conditioning: An adult withholds a child's ability to feel competent about their actions and behavior, unless those actions and behavior are the ones the adult wishes to see.

Aggressions can range from micro to macro. Some examples:

Refusal to "yes, and" with the child's actions and behaviors unless they are "normal" behaviors, either by ignoring those actions/behaviors, belittling them, making the child correct their delivery, or by acting as though they don't understand them.

Calling the child nicknames that reference impaired intellect, even if done affectionately.

Discussing the child's behavior with another adult in the presence of the child, and not including the child as participant.

Ignoring self-reports the child gives because the reports don't agree with the adult's perceptions. For example, writing off ADHD symptoms as being an "attitude" or "motivational" problem rather than a neurobiological one.

Ignoring self-reports that the child gives because the reports are not being delivered through the "right" channel of communication (e.g. refusing to acknowledge distressed stimming as a cry for help.)

Competence-deprivation is, by the way, extremely traumatizing.

What makes it particularly insidious is that an adult can be extremely patient and mild-mannered and still traumatize a kid by doing this. Malice doesn't need to be involved.

This example uses neurotypical adults and neurodivergent children because it's the dynamic I'm most familiar with, but competence-deprivation can happen in any dynamic.

(What's worse, people who've been traumatized this way often concluded this is just how the world works, and go onto deprive others of their competency in order to regain a sense of their own. It's a social and generational wound.)

#actually autistic #neurodivergent #actually adhd #autism #brain things

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE GWAG JICHANG (JICHANG KWAK) HEADCANONS

The way I SCREAMED like a high school girl with a crush when I first saw this man to literally sobbing my eyes out when he died is unfair...

As a yandere, he might be loving and protective, sure but what he insists upon is discipline from you. He's grown accustomed to taking care of his brothers when they were young and filled in the stern authoritarian role in their lives. You were visiting your grandparents at the countryside and you'd bump into him when he was on his rounds. Of course, the countryside is a small place after all and word travels fast that there's a newcomer around the area and he's curious to see who you are. He'll stride towards you and have a polite smile on his face while his eyes are scanning every inch of your features, trying to figure out who you really are. "Hello...may I help you?" he asked you in a kind voice as you smiled politely at him and explained that you were on your way to see your grandparents. He'd offer to take you there and while he does, he'll strike up a light conversation with you to get to know more about you, asking you about your interests and such

After you reach your grandparents house, your grandparents are actually quite glad you met Officer Jichang since they trust him and they'll invite him inside for tea. He can barely keep his mind running amok when you changed into a cute summer dress and sputtered slightly as he watched you come down the stairs. However he pretended to clear his throat and regain his composure and continued to sip his tea with a tinge of redness on his cheeks. He'll go back home and shut his eyes to get some rest, his mind filled with thoughts about you. His curiosity of you grows stronger by the day and he's tempted to know more about you. He's the King of Seoul, just because he lives a somewhat quiet life at the countryside that doesn't mean he still doesn't control the streets of Seoul. He'll have someone send in pages and pages of information about you in literally less than an hour and he'll calmly sip some coffee as he reads information regarding you

He thinks you're a naive sheltered little thing and you need to be protected. When he sees you sitting by a lake in the middle of the night, his heart almost leaps out of his chest from concern and worry for you. Are you always this reckless? Don't you know the dangers of being out so late in the night? Clearly he needs to keep an eye on you to safeguard you and protect you since you're obviously not capable of doing so yourself. He'll have a somewhat stern expression on his face but speak to you in a gentle tone, telling you it's time for you to go back home and it's not up for debate as he drops you off to your grandparents house. The next day when you decide to show up to the station with some cookies and baked goods for him, his expression softens and he feels something warm grow in his chest for you...in just a short while you've managed to make him enamored with you. He'll thank you for the treats, ignoring the teasing from his brothers Jihan and Jibeom nearby

He'll start stalking you and make it seem like whenever you're out he's out too and he'll pretend to be around the same area as he strikes up a conversation with you. The thought of you interacting with some other man other than him makes him feel displeased. You're a pure innocent little thing, oblivious to your surroundings in his opinion. The other day when you were talking to someone, you failed to notice the way the other man's eyes were trailing down your chest. Jichang was observing you from a distance and gritted his teeth as he clenched his jaw as he pretended to be in the area and managed to divert your attention from the other man. After you left Jichang grabbed the man by his hair and used his signature blade move to his neck which rendered the man screaming and grunting in pain while Jichang just glared at him with a cold expression, his devoid of any mercy since he didn't deserve it

His feelings for you will start to get worse by the day, they'll start spiraling out of control. He gets more and more possessive of you and he'll start filled your head with slight subtle lies about the people around you, saying they're not to be trusted. He's a cop, why would he lie to you? He's just trying to keep you safe. He uses slight subtle manipulation tactics to make you spend more time with him. What would lead to him kidnapping you? When he feels like you're leaving him. The other day you decided to spring on the news to him that in 2 more days you'd be going back to the city as he frowned slightly and immediately stopped drinking his coffee as he stared at you with an unreadable expression, his soul piercing gaze on you for a few seconds. He plastered a fake smile on his face and invited you over to his house for some dinner to which you agreed. He ended up lacing a small dosage of sleeping pills in your food and yes, he does feel bad for doing that but you can't leave him. You NEED him to protect you, to care for you

You'll wake up on a soft bed as he enters the room and he'll brush the hair strands from your face as he tells you that you won't be leaving anytime soon. If you cry he'll feel bad and soothe you by hugging you and pulling you close to his strong muscular body. If you start having a tantrum and screaming, he'll tell you to quit it and he's doing it for your own good. Escape? From him? Don't be silly, he has his eyes and ears EVERYWHERE, the countryside is a small place after all and not to mention Jihan and Jibeom are always around to keep an eye on you and snitch on you the moment you think of trying to do something. If you do end up managing to escape miraculously, he'll just trace your location and manage to track you down and bring you back home. He won't hurt you physically or yell at you, he's a gentleman after all, he doesn't believe in hurting the one he loves but at the same time you do need to realize you've been a brat and you need to be disciplined so he'll end up scolding you like you were a naughty kid caught doing something wrong

RIP to those who try taking you away from them, he sees them as a challenge to your love and affection and he despises those annoying pests who try to steal you from him. He won't have any mercy towards such people, one single strike to their neck with his signature blade move would render them paralyzed for the rest of their lives. He likes it when you're doing household chores, it fuels the concept that he's playing the traditional role of a husband and he is a traditional man as well. He'll hug you from behind and cage you in his arms as he gently kisses your soft lips and holds your hand. He likes to hold your hand too, lacing his fingers with yours as his rough large calloused ones envelope your hands, especially in public so people can see you're his and they won't have the guts to take you from him. He also likes doing chivalrous gentlemanly things for you like wrapping his coat around you whenever you feel cold, massaging your hands and legs since he doesn't want you to experience pains, cook for you if you're feeling tired. His favorite thing is to just hold you and have you on his lap while there's some soft music playing in the background like jazz while the two of you sip on tea or coffee, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace

You're supposed to sleep with him, no sleeping on the couch or ground or any of that nonsense, you're his little spouse and married couples are supposed to sleep together and it's evident he isn't going to budge from that idea. Every night he talks about his day and you talk about yours as he caresses your cheek and softly kisses your lips as you drift off to sleep, his arms holding you securely in place wrapped around your waist. He'll encourage you with whatever you like doing, if you like doing art here are all the art supplies you could ever want. If you like reading books, you'll have new books for you every month. He'll give you whatever you need, except for your freedom of course. Would definitely like to have children with you one day, his brothers can't wait to become uncles to your kids either. He'll do anything to maintain the image and idea of his perfect family vision with you and if he has to resort to getting more blood on his hands he doesn't mind...

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 month

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Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— I Headcanon that seasons 2-3 Alex are more sub and baby. In light of that, here’s a little smutty fic about Reader teasing and pleasuring sub!Alex… Alex isn’t allowed to cum, but it’s forced out of her. What will Reader do…?

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, plastic dick riding, overstimulation, begging, discipline, teasing, forced orgasm, praise, degradation, praise kink, degradation kink, ma’am kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“P-please ma’am please—!” Alex desperately mewls as she’s bouncing in your lap on your cock.

“No baby… be a good girl and hold it…” you cooe warily, drinking in all the young blonde’s reactions.

Alex’s head tilts back as she lets out a strangled groan, her body bucking and continuing to grind against your plastic dick. Your hands are holding her hips firm and setting an unrelenting pace for her to be riding you. You lick your lips at the sight of a sweat sheening, tits bouncing Alex Cabot.

“Can’t can’t ma’am gonna cum—!!” She babbles.

“Poor baby… needs it so bad you’re gonna defy my orders…?” You tease, as you force the women over the edge with a particularly striking thrust.

Alex comes crashing down, grinding haphazardly against your cock and lap, eyes shut tight, and a string of moans leaving her lips. As soon as she comes back to reality, the blonde finds that you are still fucking up into her at an unrelenting pace, using your hips to swivel the plastic dick further into her sensitive cunt.

“Shit ma’am AghgGgHH I’m sorry—!” Alex whimpers, leaning forward more into your frame, as she is overwhelmed by more pleasure and her next climax starts to build up.

“Oh you’re sorry, babygirl…?” You purr, a wicked gleam in your eye.

Alex nods vigorously, biting her lip as she lets out another desperate whine.

“I am, I am so sorry ma’am couldn’t listen mmm sorry…!!” She whines.

Suddenly you stop completely, leaving the strap-on dick deep inside the other woman. Alex’s eyes shoot open and she immediately tries to regain the lost friction, but your hands hold her firmly in place.

“No no NO ma’am I’m so sorry I’ll do better please ma’am—!!” She begs, hips thrashing and fighting your hold,

“Please I’ll be a good girl please punish me please I’ll listen give me another chance ma’am pleasssseee…!!”

“You wanna be good for me?”

She nods eagerly, bright eyed and bushy-tailed at the mention of forgiveness and redemption.

“You wanna be my good girl…? Prove it.” You purred, rolling your hips up once experimentally into the blonde.

“Yes ma’am…!!” She squeaked, her eyes rolling back at the little friction you rewarded her with.

You tilt your head and smirk, before loosening your vice grip on her hips and encouraging her to roll them against your cock once more. Alex gasped in delight and quickly began riding you fast and hard, with your help of course.

“Such a pretty girl…”

“Oh Jesus FUCK—!” She moaned out.

She set a brutal pace for herself, which you aided in helping her keep by thrusting your own hips up into her and bobbing her hips up and down in rhythm with your thrusts. The blonde let out desperate whimper after whimper, getting closer and closer to her next climax.

“Taking me like such a good girl… you gonna be an obedient little slut and cum as many times as I want you too…?” You cooe lustfully.

The blonde shaked her head cock-drunkenly.

“Very good girl…” you purr as she topples over the edge once more.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

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brokenpieces-72 · 3 months

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Reunion

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The following was inspired by @bluegiragi hybrid AU, and includes the reader character Hunter, from @diejager

TW/CW: Trauma, past trauma, abusive parents, discipline, mental distress, breakdowns, yelling… I warned you at the poll

No this wasn’t right, this wasn’t fair, they were supposed to be gone, locked up, put away, gone for good.

Yet there they had been, working with him. Graves was no saint but working with them of all fucking people?!? You felt your stomach twist and churn and you froze in your form as the others tore through the thralls. It wasn’t until one had been brave enough to jump on to your large form that you regain your focus.

Fight. Focus on the fight. Deal with them later. You reach up and behind you and grab the jumper, before over head slamming him into the floor, making him almost splat. You look around, trying to ignore them, and find where you can assist. König was having little issue, Horangi and Alejandro were proving to be an effective pair, with Rudolfo taking shots beside them, Price was making his fire spread everywhere he could while Gaz dive bombed any the Captain might have missed. Ghost was of course sticking to the shadows and intercepting the thralls on their way to provide back up. Soap… no…

They were moving towards Johnny and you panicked. Johnny was tearing through the shadows like he often does but they had caught sight of him. They were going for the closest target. Johnny hadn’t spotted them yet.

Not again, not again, no!

You hear yelling but it’s muffled by your ears ringing as they make their way towards Soap who finally takes notice of them. You’re in the basement for a moment, and there’s two smiles before you. One kind and the other… it has no right to be a smile. Darkness closes in, you have to stop it this time.

No, leave him alone!

Soap faces them, ready for whatever hybrid they might be. He doesn’t get the chance to pounce because you’re there instead, screeching in their face, and forcing them back before they can react. You whack them away with your wooden forearm and shriek at them again in warning. Soap steps back a little, shocked to see you react and in front of him.

“Fuck! Rudy!” Alejandro yells, as he tears thralls off of his partner and your attention from the humanoid monster before you. Thankfully Rudolfo’s cadejos are there to protect him, the dark one ripping through them quickly with Alejandro slicing them to ribbons. Rudolfo was already spent and passed out. Alejandro was standing over him protectively, and hissing and swiping at whatever thralls were nearby. Price growls angrily, and orders you all to fall back.

Soap clamps his jaws on to your arm and tugs, bringing you back to reality again. He’s repeating the orders Price had given. You flee before they can try anything, or take advantage of the chaos. The thralls chase after you, and Alejandro carries Rudy back with Horangi providing cover from behind. Gaz is able to get control of König well enough to steer his Percht form in the right direction.

They wouldn’t hurt your friends. Not again. You wouldn’t let them. No one would hurt your friends again. You wouldn’t let anyone go into the dark again…

Never again…

Fortunate doesn’t begin to describe the luck you had making it back to base. Price is pissed off, Rudolfo is unconscious, the whole team is exhausted or wounded. They nearly had Graves, once he was dead the thralls would have been easy.

On the ride back you keep your head down, no one talking to you. It was your fault. You heard the orders from Price to assist Rudolfo, but you not only ignored them you went against them, to protect Soap who didn’t need to be protection. When you return to base, Rudolfo is taken by Hunter to rest while Price reprimands you in front of everyone. You don’t blame him.

“Care to explain corporal?” He asks, arms folded, smoking drifting out of his mouth as he spoke. You keep your head down, and your arms at your sides. Facing a superior officer is one thing. Facing your captain who put so much faith and trust in you, and endless hours into your training…you can’t.

“You are damn fucking lucky you understand me? Sergeant Parra nearly got killed, and could have been if we hadn’t gotten out of there. When I give you orders you follow them, understood?”

“Yes sir-“

“Then why the fuck was this any different?!”

You still don’t look up, and clench your fists tighter to keep yourself from flinching. You smell the smoke, you hear him talking, but you can’t face him. Price is standing over you now, and you can feel the heat from his smoke just above you. Hell he has half a mind to send you back, and you’re just praying he won’t.

“What do you have to say for yourself corporal?” He asks, arms crossed. You don’t answer. ‘Sorry’ would cut it. There was no excuse. You messed up. Nearly cost a life. Nearly cost your family.

“Nothing sir.” You mutter, and swallow under your breath.

“Speak up!” He yells, making you flinch.

“Nothing Captain.” You say. He’s stunned and disappointed. You won’t even look him in the eye when you say it. He has half a mind to send you back to the program. This time you nearly cost them a life to Graves. The rest of the team is either standing there watching everything play out or has since left to tend to their own injuries.

“Dismissed corporal, return to your quarters. Punishment will be dealt later.” He orders. You don’t look at anyone as you go to your room. It’s a rather brutal sight seeing Captain Price discipline you. Soap and König are uneasy about your behaviour though and share a brief look on their way to see Hunter for debrief and assessment.

You shut the door to your room and sit on the bed, removing the tactical vest, along with the rest of your gear. There’s a growing lump in your throat. Your heart is still pumping, and you claw at the bed sheets, trying not to cry.

They were supposed to be gone and locked up, never able to hurt you again. What if Price sent you back? Could they find you?Did they even recognize you during the fight? You hadn’t felt like this since you lost control. Scared. Scared you would lose your team. Scared they would get you back. Scared your team might be all that was waiting in the basement.

No please…please you just wanted friends…

“Oy! Spirit open up.” There’s a knock at your door and you jump. It’s Johnny, checking up on you. You’ve heard that tone before.

“C’mon, open the door I’m not playin.”

You get up and crack open the door to see Johnny standing there, his own tactical gear off and wearing cargo pants and a tshirt. He looks disappointed with you just as much as Price probably was. When Soap looks at you it stings more.

“May I come in?” He asks with mild sarcasm. You nod and quickly open the door. He walks in, and stands in front of the bed while you stand by the door, as if it were a room inspection. “Close the door, sit down.”

You do as he says. You sit in silence for a moment. Soap looks down at you with his arms folded. “What the hell was that?”

You’re quiet again and he sighs in frustration. The question nearly breaks you. Staying silent keeps you from crying.

“Pup you better start talkin, or this won’t be pretty.” He warns. Your silence remains, but he starts noticing something is more wrong. Your body is locked up and tense, you keep clenching and unclenching your fists and you keep biting your lips. There’s no eye contact from you either.

“Tell me. Now.” He says, firmly but calmly.

“I saw…I saw my mom.” You say. Johnny stares at you for a moment. You’ve told him about your family, and the shitty ways you were treated. The program had put her in jail and protected you. Her getting out meant a lot of different things and raised so many questions. He realizes the woman who had been trying to flee was your mother. The one that was ready to fight him.

“Why did you disobey orders?” He asks.

“I… I wanted to protect you.” You tell him.

“Spirit I was fine. I canna andle myself. You shoulda ave said somethin.” There’s frustration in his voice as he shakes his head.

“I couldn’t…” you say softly, trying to keep the lump in your throat down.

“Why?” He presses.

“I…I…”

“Why didn ya say somethin Spirit? Why didn ya follow orders?” He asks leaning in closer.

“I was scared!” You shout before the tears run down your cheeks. Johnny stands there seeing you cry, and it hurts for him too. He hates seeing you like this. But it’s necessary.

“Why…?” He asks again.

“I thought she would hurt you…she would kill you…” you whimper. “I don’t…I don’t wanna…”

“Don what? What don ya want?” He asks.

“……eat you.” You say just audible enough for him to hear and things start making sense. He doesn’t know what to say to that. Two and two were put together recalling the night you told him about being locked in the basement and given raw food. Johnny knew about your life…but not this.

“Corporal.” He says finally. “You canna disobey orders ya got that. You obey those orders, unless told different ya understand?”

“Yes sir.” You say, nodding.

“Look at me when you’re talking.” Johnny says. You look up at him and see the same face that checked on you during the holidays. You sniff and wipe your tears taking a breath.

“Yes sir.” You repeat, a little louder, and swallowing back the lump in your throat.

“You’re still gonna ave a punishment, but das for the cap’n.” He tells you. You nod.

The sergeant role drops as he takes a breath.

“You need a hug…” he asks.

“Yes sir.” You say.

He sits down next to you and holds you close. You hold on to him, as if he’s about to be pulled away from you.

“That witch is gonna ave to try pretty fuckin hard to get through me…ya know that.” He says letting you cry into him. He squeezes you tighter, asserting his possessive nature over those he considers his pack. “She ain’t fuckin touching you.”

You pull away after sobbing for a bit, tears still on your face.

“I…you said you wouldn’t go into the dark…”

“I won’t… not unless I know you’re in there, and you canno get out… promise.” He says wiping a tear from your cheek. He presses his forehead to yours, and you’re trying to stop crying.

“No one ‘ere is goin in the dark… never… if one of us goes we’ll pull em out… got that?” He says looking into your eyes.

“Got it…” you say. “Do I have to tell Price…?”

“Yeah…you need to… Laswell needs to get that program checked out. I’ll go with you…take a breather and drink some water first.”

You get your water flask and chug a bit, taking deep breaths.

“Ay. Canna tell you somethin?” He asks. You nod. “You took Price like a pro. Seen plenny of other soldiers crumple in fron of him… you didn cry and whine. Das not a bad thing.”

He takes you to see Price, and you explain everything, apologizing for your actions as well. Price has a grim look on his face, and dismisses you and Johnny. He has to do some digging but for now everyone needed rest, especially Sergeant Parra. You go check on him before heading to bed and Hunter tells you he’ll be okay.

Price was right though. You let your emotions and fears control you, take over. If it had happened again, you could have gotten Rudolfo killed. What if Hunter had been there instead? They don’t have any hybrid abilities to protect them. What if it had been someone else? You’r frustrated with yourself despite Johnny reminding you that mistakes have costs, and it’s part of the job.

When he wakes up you apologize profusely. He admits he was worried about you when you didn’t follow orders. You assure him you’re better now. You tell him what exactly happened, and he listens to you, staying quiet.

“No one can blame you for getting distracted Mija. You were protecting your hermano de armas.”

“I should’ve been protecting you.” You say.

“I know. But instincts can take over. Alejandro is the same way.” Rudolfo assures you. You nod and he ruffles your hair.

“Hey it took forever to get it in a ponytail!” You whine swatting at his hands.

“Your hair is already a mess. You need a cut anyways.” Rudolfo points out.

“Yes sir.” You nod.

As a sort of personal punishment, you offer any help you can to Rudolfo during his recovery. Honestly it’s the least you can do. Price’s punishment is mainly getting you to stay up late and clean anything that needs it for the next month or so. A couple times he’s lenient, offering to let you go to bed, or move on to your next chore with only a couple small tasks left. You refuse each time, taking your punishment seriously.

At the end of each day, you go to bed with sore arms, fingers and sometimes your back. You know it’s for the best in the end. You’re supporting your team. You’re keeping them safe, and becoming stronger. You’re becoming a soldier.

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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In Your Corner

pairing; kim mingyu x afab reader

genre; smut, angst

warnings; boxer!mingyu, trainer!reader, fighting, sparring, arguing, slightly toxic conversation, unprotected sex, big dick!mingyu, fingering, creampie, cum eating, biting, marking, pet names/degrading names, teasing, dirty talk, it's possible I have missed things

w/c; 3.4k and some change

requested; no

spur of the moment collab - fighting @onlyseokmins

a/n; this one was really fun and kinda therapeutic to write. also don't fight with your partner, ig unless you are their trainer.

Mingyu shakes his head, reaching up with the back of his sparring gloves to push his hair from his sweaty forehead. He was tired. Even though the training session with you had only lasted a couple of hours at this point, it felt like he had been at it for days. You were the best trainer Mingyu had ever had but you were a hardass.

Moving over to the ropes near his designated corner, Mingyu takes a deep breath reaching down for his water bottle. You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips as your eyes move over his frame. He was acting like some skinny, weak beginner instead of the champion you knew he was.

“Again, Gyu.”

“Fuck…Y/N. Give me just a second.”

Mingyu glances over at you as he leans against the ropes trying to regain his composure. You looked annoyed, that wasn’t his intention, but if he was honest with himself he was frustrated with you. Shaking his head, Mingyu takes one last sip of his water before tossing the bottle harder than necessary to the floor before turning towards you and rolling his neck from side to side.

You watch as he flexes his fingers, his feet moving in perfect formation as you had taught him, but the moment his left-hand twitches you grit your teeth, dodging his punch with ease. Mingyu had a tell, each time he started to punch, the hand he was going to punch would twitch even slightly, making it easy for anyone paying attention to know what was going to happen. It had been his downfall more than once.

Using the pads on your hands, you smack hard at Mingyu’s shoulder, making him grunt in frustration that he missed his punch. Your eyes were quick and trained, but you allow him to land one punch to the pad, covering your right hand only to note the twitch, dodging the next.

“Fuck, Mingyu. Watch your damn tell!” Lifting your hand you smack the man across the side of the head, causing him to groan in frustration, a scornful look in his eyes when he meets yours.

“Every fucking time.” Using your knees you pull the pads from your hands, only to toss them to the canvas floor of the ring with a dull thud.

Mingyu groans at your words, his eyes falling to your hands when you grab his right wrist, holding it up to show him like a child being disciplined. He was bigger than you, but at that moment he felt like he might as well be on his knees in front of you.

“You twitch before you punch. If I notice it, don’t you think whoever you are fighting against isn’t going to? You don’t think their trainer isn’t going to know your every move? They are going to watch for it and kick your ass, Mingyu!”

He was tired of you yelling at him. You were his trainer but he didn’t need to be criticized. He could only take so much. Tearing his hand from yours, Mingyu practically growls at you, his eyes full of fire as he glares.

“Back the fuck off, Y/N. You’ve been on my ass all day. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m twitching because I’m tired? Besides, what the fuck does it matter so much? As long as I’m better than them? I can get back up and kick their ass. The way you are screaming at me it seems like you wouldn’t care if I get mine kicked anyway.”

That was too far. Mingyu had always had a mouth on him but usually, he knew when to back off and just say ‘yes, ma’am’ when you were in the ring. The look in your eyes should have been enough for Mingyu to know to back off but instead, he kept his ground, his shoulders and chest rising with a deep, hard breath.

Lifting your hand, you point, letting your finger graze just shy of Mingyu’s nose as you speak. “How fucking dare you. If you think you can train yourself, you are more than welcome to do it, you spoiled brat.” An unamused laugh falls from your lips, your head shaking as your words bite into Mingyu’s seemingly thick skin.

“You aren’t better than them. You are going to get your pretty little teeth kicked in. Who is going to be in your corner to kiss your bruised ego, little prince, once you push everyone away?”

The spite was dripping from your tongue, causing Mingyu to hiss back a breath. Turning his head, he had to get away from you before he did something he would regret. Lifting his hands, the man takes a step back only for you to take a step towards him, not willing to let him run away from the conversation like he always seems to want to do lately.

“Y/N…I said, back the fuck off. I’m serious.”

“Aw, are you? What are you going to do about it? Punch me? I’ll know which hand to dodge, Mingyu.”

A growl escapes Mingyu’s throat when you cage him against the ropes. His hands were on your sides, and your back against the canvas before he or you could make heads or tails of what was happening. Frustrated eyes stare down into yours as you take a deep breath, your hands gripping Mingyu’s biceps.

In the same moment that it seems to dawn on you that Mingyu had pinned you to the floor, it seems to hit the man as well. His head shaking, tongue darting across his lips, while his eyes move over your face looking for any signs of pain or injury.

“Goddammit, Y/N. Did I hurt you?”

You only shake your head no, too stunned at his quick action to speak. Mingyu sighs leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to once again regain his composure before he speaks again.

“I told you I was tired. I just…needed a fucking break. Why are you being so hard on my ass today?”

Mingyu leans his head back, his right hand resting next to your head while his knee rests between your legs. He knew he should move and help you get up but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. Not with the way your fingers were pressing into his skin, or with how your breath felt against his face.

“Because–Gyu…Because if I don’t–if I don’t you’ll get hurt. I want you to win because that’s what you want. Yeah, I want it too but I don’t want you to end up in the hospital. I couldn’t stand that. If I train you hard, if I am relentless, and push you until you get rid of that tell, then you won’t get hurt. It doesn’t matter if you like me or not.”

His brows furrowing, Mingyu takes a deep breath. He hadn’t been expecting your answer to be what it was. He had figured it had been about winning. He knew who you had trained before, he had seen your trophies and he knew he had a lot to live up to.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu lets his eyes move over your face at such a close distance before he shakes his head. Lifting his free hand, his fingers flexing in his glove, Mingyu studies you for a moment before pushing your hair from your face.

“I like you, even when you piss me off. Do you really care that much?”

Leaning into Mingyu’s touch, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his question. It should be obvious to him what you had said but it was in his character to make you repeat yourself.

“Yes, Mingyu, even when you are being a brat and incredibly difficult. I care about your stupid ass –”

Your words are cut short by Mingyu’s lips grazing across yours gently. His nose nudges yours in a similar way as his leg so that his knee can rest between your thighs, letting him rest against your body more tightly. You knew that you should push him away, tell him that this was a bad idea, but you find yourself lifting your head and chasing his kisses when he pulls away even just slightly.

Mingyu smiles, feeling you chase his lips. He grants you what you want, leaning back down to kiss you long and slow knowing for sure that you want him too. His tongue glided along yours and into your mouth, causing him to groan at the taste of you. You were somehow impossibly sweet, Mingyu could feel his already tight shorts getting even tighter.

Your fingers slide along Mingyu’s arm, a soft moan leaving your mouth and filling his when you feel his thigh wedge between your thighs finally pressing firmly against your clothed core. Arching your back, you pull your lips from Mingyu causing the man to furrow his brows. He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted anyone any more than he wanted you at that moment.

Mingyu’s eyes follow your fingers as they brush his skin lifting his left hand. Your nimble fingers make quick work of the velcro keeping the glove in place so you can tug it from his hand. Mingyu grins at the feel of your body shifting under him as you reach for his other hand, which he gives willingly allowing you to repeat the process so that his barehand can run along your side.

Strong fingers rake at your tanktop resting over your stomach, pushing the tight fabric up your skin for Mingyu’s eyes to devour. You find yourself unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips when a groan slips from his lips at the feeling of your soft skin under his touch.

“I–fuck. I won’t lie, I’ve wanted you for a really long time, Y/N. I just thought you hated me or thought I was stupid.”

Lifting your body so Mingyu can move your shirt further up your body, you furrow your brows at Mingyu’s words. You couldn’t help but feel bad that he thought you hated him, that had never been your intention but you could see where he could come to that conclusion.

With his thumbs pressing into your skin, Mingyu glances up into your eyes. You only glance away long enough for him to pull your tank top over your head leaving your torso bare in front of him.

“I have never hated you or thought you were stupid. I…just–god, Mingyu…” Leaning your head back, you find it hard to speak. You feel Mingyu’s lips press to the column of your neck, his kisses working lower. His hand cups under one of your breasts kneading the flesh gently sending chills through your body.

“Mm, you what, baby?”

It was the first time Mingyu had ever called you anything other than your name. Your cheeks were burning at the same time your stomach stuck into the feeling of his lips daring to work their way towards your soft breasts. Laying back on the canvas, you run your fingers through Mingyu’s hair, lifting your hips to press against his thigh resting between your thighs for any friction.

“I…like I said, I just never wanted you to get hurt. That’s why I push so hard. It’s why I kept a distance too.”

Mingyu nods against your chest, his soft lips brushing over your nipple feeling it harden at his attention. It made sense, everything was starting to make sense. He was grateful but he couldn’t go back to how it was. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t train just as hard, this might make him train harder and longer. It gave him something to train for. Something other than himself.

“I don’t want you to keep a distance. Cause, I know I can’t. I don’t want to. I’ll work harder, for you.” Lifting his head, Mingyu meets your eyes seeing them full of the same desire he feels rushing through his veins. “Fuck, Y/N…baby. I want you.”

Your head pressing back against the canvas, you whine out Mingyu’s name feeling his lips press over your ribs. His hands slide along your sides to your hips beckoning you to lift them so he can work your leggings down your thighs along with your already ruined panties.

Mingyu leans back sitting on his heels, his eyes moving over your body as he drops the last of your clothes next to him in the ring. It was a privilege to see you bare in front of him. Everything about you was perfect, from the way your breast rose and fell with each of your deep breaths to the way you spread your legs for him. Mingyu’s eyes were drinking you in as if you were a full-course meal and he wasn’t sure where to start.

“Gyu, god…babe, do something. Take off your clothes. It feels a little unfair…”

Your words bring Mingyu back to the present, his sharp canines catching his bottom lip even as his lips pull up into a smirk. You watch his hands move to make quick work of his shirt allowing your eyes to feast upon him now. You had seen him shirtless countless times but you had never let yourself shamelessly appreciate him until this moment. It was as if he had been sculpted from clay and brought to life by Zeus himself and you were just lucky enough to be in his presence.

Shifting to his feet, Mingyu groans a bit in discomfort as his cock presses hard against his shorts making it a struggle to push them down his legs. You watch with curiosity and a pleased sigh when you finally see how perfect he really is. You had known that Mingyu was big. There weren’t many ways he could hide that from you or others but seeing him like this and naked in front of you hard was completely different. He was mouth-watering.

“You are huge…”

The words slip from your lips on a breath causing Mingyu’s cheeks to burn and his ego to soar. He could tell you were wet for him but he also didn’t want to hurt you. Shaking his head, Mingyu moves back to his knees in front of you. His lips brush over yours as Mingyu drags his middle finger between your folds for the first time causing you to moan out his name.

“And you are perfect. I’ll go slow…my fingers first, yeah?”

Nodding, you whine softly on Mingyu’s lips feeling his middle finger press against your dripping entrance until he slowly pushes into you. You were already clenching around his finger, it caused Mingyu’s mind to spin and his cock to leak against your thigh but Mingyu did his best to keep his head. He wasn’t going to rush you or the process. His kisses are sweet and languid causing the stretch of another finger to be delicious and welcomed.

By the time a third finger is brushing against your spot, your breath has become labored. Your thighs are wet with your own cum as Mingyu speaks against your lips talking you through your orgasm.

“Jesus…baby, so fucking good. Came so hard around my fingers, gonna do the same around my cock? Hmm?”

You can only nod and chase Mingyu’s lips once again making him smirk. This was a side of you that Mingyu could get used to. He loved your fire but he also loved that he could make you melt for him.

Shifting between your thighs, Mingyu drags his hand along your leg pulling your knee to his hip to let you wrap your leg around his lower back. The sound of your moan sends a shiver and wave of pleasure through his body that causes his cock to jerk against your already swollen folds. Mingyu’s lips latch onto the skin at the junction of your jaw and your neck, his teeth raking lightly as you feel the head of his cock press into you for the first time.

The feeling is almost overwhelming. Your nails scratch at tanned skin, working over each divot of Mingyu’s muscles leaving bright red marks as your body adjusts to the feeling of his cock buried inside of you. There had been no way for your mind to prepare you for the feeling, or how the coil inside of you would instantly snap.

Groaning against a now darkening mark he had left on your neck, Mingyu has to breathe through your orgasm feeling your walls clenching around him for dear life. It was as if you were trying to milk him dry and he was in no way ready to let go. No, not when he had the chance to feel you, to fuck you slow and deep. He was going to take his time, fill you full of him. Never let you forget him.

Mingyu hisses out your name feeling your fingers pulling at his hair until he leans back to look at you. With his eyes locked on yours Mingyu makes the first long thrust burying himself back into you deeply granting himself another high-pitched moan from your pretty bitten lips.

Shaking his head, Mingyu can’t decide for a moment if he wants to bury his face back against your neck and leave more marks or go back to biting those lips but when you whisper, ‘Kiss me, you idiot’, who is he to deny you? His fingers lacing into your hair, Mingyu groans into your mouth, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip while the tip of his cock brushes against your spot with each deep, hard stroke.

He could feel you tightening around him once again but this time Mingyu wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself from following you. Pulling from your lips, Mingyu walks his kisses along your jaw to your neck leaving bites in his wake. He wanted everyone, including you to know who you belonged to. He wanted you to look into the mirror, run your fingers over those marks and remember how you got them. Mingyu wanted to run his own fingers over them and kiss each one while making love to you again.

Your fingers holding tightly to his side, you lean your head back giving Mingyu more access to your neck. You were falling over that edge once again. You were exhausted but you had never been happier or felt more desired. With one more gasping moan of Mingyu’s name, you cum around his cock once again.

Lifting your head, you bury your own face against Mingyu’s shoulder leaving your own mark as you feel Mingyu’s body jerk. His breath quickens, and Mingyu lays over you completely burying himself into you with one last hard thrust as he cums.

With a lazy smile, Mingyu turns his head to kiss the shell of your ear. The sound of your quiet, sweet laughter makes his smile widen even as he groans slipping his softening cock from you. Glancing between your bodies, Mingyu shakes his head before glancing back up at you with a sly look in his eyes.

You watch as he runs his fingers along the center of your stomach to finally dip two between your folds pushing his cum and yours back into you only to scoop some out.

“Fuck…you are so sexy, Y/N…want it?”

Raising a brow, you arch your hips to the feeling of his fingers sliding from you. Your mouth opens at his question letting Mingyu put his cum covered fingers into your mouth so you can close your lips around them sucking them clean.

Mingyu groans at the feeling of your tongue moving around his fingers. The feeling is almost enough to cause his cock to come back to life but he shakes his head watching you pull back with a small pop to reveal his now clean digits.

Biting at your lip, you arch slightly into Mingyu’s touch. His large hand gently brushes over your side as he looks down at you in wonder and something else that could be mistaken for love if one didn’t know better.

“I’m lucky to have you in my corner, Y/N. I really will work harder…”

A laugh falls from your lips, your eyes rolling playfully causing Mingyu to smile. He leans to press a kiss to your lips, his hand moving to hold your jaw so he can kiss you deeply until you speak against his lips.

“You better. I only date champion, Kim Mingyu. Now, take me to the shower. You made a mess.”

Mingyu grins against your lips, his thumb brushing under your bottom lip. He bites at his own bottom lip meeting your gaze even so closely. He knew the weight of your words even with the humor laced in them.

“Mm, yes ma’am.”

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kel-lance · 13 days

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Nanami’s getting a divorce so Hiromi’s here to help :)

Premise: Nanami’s divorce lawyer fucking his stepdaughter (this is the second part of this)

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Warnings: MDNI, Age Gap, StepDad mention, Public, exhibitionism, idk have fun.

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- Your stepdad was stressed dealing with his now ex-wife, who was also your biological mother.

- You hated her though, for the life she gave you. It wasn’t until your stepdad came into the picture, helping create that family like atmosphere within the first few years of their relationship.

- Nanami was starting to leave the studio you shared more often, so much so that you complain to him every time you’ve gotten his attention. He apologizes and hates leaving you home alone with all the legalities happening with the case.

- He tells you he’ll bring his lawyer to the apartment as a compromise. It was the next best thing for you both, at least you would have peace of mind.

- The first time you saw Hiromi you almost couldn’t hide your face, as every thought was written on it. He was /fine/. Really your first thought was how heavy was it, he seriously looked like he hung low.

- Just his serious demeanor, the room just tensed up as he stepped in after your dad. You tried to control your breathing, you tried to look away after the initial first greeting. That was until he opened his mouth.

- His voice was cut from the same cake as Nanami’s. Deep, sweet, manly, and god did it echo though you. Just where did he find this guy?

- He noticed you fidgeting in your chair and turned to ignore it. You were his clients daughter after all. It wasn’t until he caught a glimpse of your shy face with his tired yet dreamy eyes.

- You were damn cute, it just seemed off with him being around 10 years older than you. Being close to 40, he’s been studying most of his life so relationships were never really on the table. He just felt like he didn’t need it. Though seeing you so outwardly wanting him awoke a new feeling in him. Something he couldn’t help but like.

- His features were brought out with his dark suit. If his face card wasn’t hitting that day, his demeanor and charm would still be enough to turn heads. You could tell you were in deep when his attempted smile had you look away, rather you had to leave to the bathroom to control yourself.

- “Don’t tease her too hard now. She seems to like your type.” Nanami jokes, knowing fully of your reactions and finds it funny.

- He’ll tease you further later, asking if all that time away from him made you want the next best thing. He’ll ask you if you missed him, or if you really want that stranger he hired. He could allow it since you were his after all.

- “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hiromi replied. He was an honest man, but when it comes to work, or the logistics of it, he’d stick to what he was taught, his self discipline stronger than most. He’s thankful that you stay in your room for the rest of the day.

- He seems to be coming by almost all the time, and as you work from home, it’s almost more than invading, more like annoying how you had to cover up in your own place.

- Long and baggy clothes were a nightmare for your clumsy self, getting it caught on things and dirty when it drags on the floor. Your only exceptions being nanami’s t-shirts, always draping you like a dress with the size difference.

- After the first week though, you couldn’t take it, remembering to throw something over yourself everytime you had just opened the door, you’d just regained this freedom; and said fuck it.

- you went downstairs to get yourself a glass of water, wearing your favorite t shirt and shorts, if you could call them that. It didn’t matter, Hiromi might have already arrived, he may have not, but you said it you couldn’t care and just went downstairs to get yourself that water.

- To your surprise, He was sitting at the kitchen island, the documents spread all around. You kept moving forward, hoping to complete you goal and push down this silly attraction.

- Nanami almost didn’t find it funny anymore. He just left his wife, your mother, for her addictions, hopefully you could have skipped that trait, but your new need for validation, he was the one who opened that up, and hasn’t been able to satisfy your needs lately.

- He’s doing everything he should, but the time apart was driving you both crazy. You knew this would happen, you told him there wasn’t a need for a wedding, and he just holds you closer and promises you’ll be taken care of no matter what. that usually shut you up.

- Reaching inside the cupboard, you could feel his gloomy eyes eat you up from behind. It sent shivers down your neck, affecting your balance.

- “Do you need help?”

- Crap, he totally saw you tense up. But he doesn’t move from where he sits, telling you he’s fully aware who he’s talking to.

- “Do I make you uncomfortable, miss?”

- You grab the damn cup and close the doors. Your ears were burning. It took a lot for you to turn around to even face him halfway.

- You don’t mean to be rude, you were just real choked up. The pent up energy, your dry throat, his unreadable eyes. The tension was driving you crazy.

- You get water with ice and drink as you turn around to meet his eyes. The liquid spiking you back up with energy. You look at him, staring now, though he took the hint before and stopped trying to speak to you. That had you sulking quickly.

- To apologize, you put your cup down and grabbed another, repeating filling it with ice and water, offering it to him.

- “Thank you. Is this stressful for you too?”

- You nod your head.

- He sighs sympathetically, taking a sip of his water. You get a good look at his thick neck. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down continuously and the relief in his face brought back that fuck it attitude he melted away.

- He puts the glass down and sees you staring. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

- Your cheeks flushed, and your voice was caught in your throat. It almost felt like you were having a school girl crush on her teacher, he was just so handsome. His kept hair and droopy eyes, yet so serious and respectful, you’ve got a solid type.

- Biting the bullet, knowing the repercussions on your end, you keep your eyes on his while bringing your fist up to your mouth, motioning back and forth while your tongue poked your cheek the closer your hand got to your lips.

- His eyes widened. Your innocent eyes were asking him, no, begging him to help you out like this. “What kind of face was he making?” You were too distracted as the hand you were using to motion what you wanted found itself holding onto his dress sleeve. You could feel his warmth, you were almost starving for it.

- The past few nights Nanami was too stressed and tired from meeting up with people, so many people to legally fix a mistake he made a few years ago. He did try to satisfy you but it was different from when he’s at his best.

- You don’t know when that’s gonna be again, and Hirmomi san hadn’t pushed you away, so without another second to waste, you got under the table.

- Only sitting to the side of his legs, you looked up at him, playing a hand on his thigh, your fingers reaching, threatening to cross the line. “Can I?”

- This was happening fast, he hadn’t moved since putting his cup down. His dick twitched in his pants, now having a reason to feel arousal.

- It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted, but he had years of mental discipline to not react to the first sight of skin, much less mixed signals or light flirting. But there’s no mistaking the situation right now, especially with how wrong it was.

- He hesitates, his breathing was unsure but opens his legs. His hands found a few papers to hide the fact he was looking further down (at you).

- You give him a small smile, enjoying this silent communication and start by palming him through his pants. Jesus, you didn’t know what to think, you were almost scared to see him unsheathed.

- But you weren’t going to let this chance go by. You pressed your face into his bulge, your agile fingers squeezing at his thick thighs. He hitches his breath as you breath in his scent. It was so delicious, you were just upstairs about 5 minutes ago, and now you were under the island for a stranger in your stepdad’s kitchen.

- You knew not to mess with his pants, he’s gotta get up after this. Since it was your want, it’s in your best consideration to keep him clean. You wouldn’t do it if you hadn’t tried it before.

- Whenever Nami came home for lunch, whenever he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, he would come running home for lunch and fuck you til you passed out, til he leaves and comes back home to continue fucking you, sometimes waking you up that way.

- Sometimes it was you, egging him on, just to get a little more attention before his duties called. “Really quick, really really quick.” You’d pout, not wanting him to go, and of course he listened.

- Hiromi, in this case, was going to be difficult. First, you were right about it being heavy. Taking it out of his pants without his help was a bit difficult considering the way he was sitting.

- Unbuckling his belt, your hands found themselves back around his meat, caressing the pack through the soft fabric. You couldn’t hold yourself back, you didn’t even want to tease him right now. You were gonna get to work.

- Taking down his boxers, exposing only his most vulnerable area, you almost wanted to bring him back to your room and have him fuck you looking just like that.

- And maybe Daddy would punish you for once, and be rough with you how you’ve asked before. You’ve been a brat before and got spanked a few times, he had no reason to be rough with you.

- Nanami wouldn’t do it, you were his sweet girl. His baby. He didn’t want to hurt you, and the things you do don’t amount to you getting punished according to him.

- You loved him, but you were needy, and he was busy. All because of that stupid whore who can’t control herself. You start to get upset at yourself as you notice you may be falling into the same pattern.

- Shaking the thought away, he loved you too, he said it so sincerely, every chance he got he’d tell you how much he loves you, and how it was like you were made for him, of course you believe it.

- But the gasping man in front of you, the one you’ve been avoiding all week, as stoic, serious, and so handsome, it was really a sight for sore eyes. He was so pretty from any angle you thought.

- You place him in your hands, spitting onto the tip and dragging your hands down to coat his length. He’s so similar, you thought. So big and fat, it could hang low, even fully erect.

- He fixes the way he’s sitting, to seem more normal on top, of the table. His face would twinge and he grasped at the table and paper, acting like everything is normal .

- You got started with twisting the base and milked it back to the tip, where your mouth occupied. His tip slowly bucked back toward your lips each time you bring both hands back to you.

- The wet grip your fingers provided had Hiromi bring his head back, his legs slightly twitching from the stimulation.

- Both hands were on opposite poles, wet and slippery enough to keep your hands moving. It was easy enough from this angle, the problem was that you were starving.

- You keep your head locked, as his tip stayed just a bit past your lips, enough for your tongue to muscle itself onto his head while you used both hands to grip his dick and steadily pump until your arms were sore.

- You feel the burn but his quiet moans and stifled groans encouraged you, rather they gave you more incentive to continue.

- You almost started to get comfortable enough to stop a few times inbetween, giving his head attention, then throating as much as you could before you realized this amount you chose could lead to Nanami hearing y’all.

- You slowly backed away after gagging on it, your face a fucking mess. Literally just your forehead wasn’t wet, everything below was smeared with tears, spit, snot and precum.

- You weren’t tired though. You wanted to just do this for until however long he could last, but that would also mean that Nanami could come in at moment to discuss more about whatever papers were strone about.

- While you catch your breath, you could only look up and see how fucking beautiful he looked from this angle. You palm his balls lightly and massage them as you place them in your mouth. Still looking up at him.

- It’s a lot for him, he didn’t think his stamina would still stick after all these years. He just had different priorities then, but now, he was almost over the edge, literally. With the angle he was sitting at, you were practically pulling him off to stuff your face.

- Stroking his shaft me giving his balls one last lick, you lined your head steady to him, throating him again, slowly, but you were taking it like a champ.

- And so was he. His body starts to lightly spasm, Hiromi’s fucked out look was surely something you wanted to see up close, but it was something you would have to remember later as you heard a door open, and your dad’s footsteps were coming towards the kitchen.

- Wasting no time, Hiromi wraps his leg over your head, his calf pushing the back of your head further down onto him. All you could do was focus on your breathing, while you bet he could feel you tightening around him from excitement.

- “Is this considered rough?” You asked yourself. It didn’t matter as you just had to stay silent now.

- Nanami comes in from where you did, the other side of the island where you’re only facing the table, asking if that’s the right document. Hiromi looks through it, then moves to check his wrist, having an excuse to looks down at you who’s throat is being stretched open by his huge fucking dick.

- Seriously, it’s so big that if he swiveled his hips, your whole body would follow. You take small breaths through your nose, your mind more on how not to ruin his nice pants. Your palms sweat and your fingers twitched, you wanted to hold onto his thighs to help push your head to a better angle, but his leg lock was steady.

- “No, Kento San, this is too early, do you have anything that could fall within [this timeframe].” Hiromi’s voice was like nothing was happening. You couldn’t believe how good of an actor he was. It wasn’t even the fact that you could get caught this very moment, but that Hiromi was treating this like nothing big was happening, that you were helping him out like it’s normal or expected.

- “I’ll go look again. I have that one sitting somewhere…” You could hear the detached footsteps start back toward Nanami’s office. Once he closes the door, you slap down on the lawyers lap, telling him to ease up.

- He lets his leg go, and takes as big a breath as you. His hand never leaving your head, patting your hair to let you know you did so good while he regained his senses.

- You at this point get up and wipe your face off into your shirt, whatever you couldn’t make a bigger mess than this rn…

- You almost laughed at how he could act so normally in front of people that you were tempted to ask what did he really like, but your feet took off, grabbing him to come to your room.

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- Sweaty and exhausted, you both finally reached a peak in your hasty actions. The high of getting stretched out and filled up by this man was exhilarating. Not only were you split open, but your belly felt swollen with his size and seed.

- God did you miss this feeling, it wasn’t you fault the only time you got affection or learned about affection was only through sexual acts. Not until Nanami showed you more of what you had been robbed of, and that you were thankful to him. Speaking of which,

- Nanami comes out of his office now and you expected him to head back to the kitchen or even the restroom, but he walks straight to your room instead .

- He asks you if you’re okay, and what you wanted for dinner. You responded with whatever he wanted, to which he said okay before asking if he could have his lawyer back.

- You ask what he means by that and he says “(y/n) you left your cup out in the kitchen when I first asked about the documents.” You don’t say anything and he opens the door.

- “You could just ask next time sweetie,” he comes in and looks at your mess, at how tired you made each other, he wondered what would’ve happened if he had joined. “Unless you can’t handle two men.”

- “Did she learn all of that from you?” Hiromi asks, he’s pulling his clothes back on.

- Nanami comes over and places his hands on your face, giving your body the aftercare it’s used to by him.

- “More or less,” He pats your head one last time before letting you go. “We’ve got a lot more to discuss now it seems.”

- Hiromi comes back to the bed and kisses your cheek before he’s led back to the kitchen with Nanami to talk.

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jymwahuwu · 10 months

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@cocosakuya15 for this excellent brainrot. my inner spanking kink is shaking 😩🥺😳😳😳😳💕💕💕💕

TW: yandere, humiliation, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, forced oral sex

Maybe it's the "payback" you've been stubborn and resistant to before. Whenever guests visit the General's Mansion, Jing Yuan always finds some excuse to punish you - you're flustered and overwhelmed by it.

Jing Yuan gives you a long list to do, such as prepare drinks, cook, show them around the pond or gardens in the mansion, keep nodding and smiling, etc. Rigorous, detailed checklist. In order to avoid punishment, you are doing your best to complete these tasks. A few times, you got away with it, proving that checklists are useful. But mostly, you're bending over and getting spanked in front of his guests. He smiled and slapped your ass, and talked about the development of Xianzhou with the guests. In the loud slapping sound, you sob and shake, but still need to hold the position or it will only be longer and heavier.

Once, you thought you had acted perfectly, but 5 minutes before the guests were about to leave, Jing Yuan found the dust on the table that you didn't wipe off, and started spanking you. There's a mysterious smirk on his face as you sob.

Sometimes you recall the humiliating beginning with deep regret.

Jing Yuan is tolerant. If you just disobey his orders and talk back, he will just pat your head, poke your forehead, tell you not to do it again next time, or hold your cheek and kiss you, and non con you All night long 😗 But if you do this repeatedly, don't listen to him at all, keep running away, waving your paws like a little wild kitty that keeps biting-

After you escaped to another planet (for the twelfth time), the general told you that there will be guests coming. You snort and ignore him. Jing Yuan didn't pamper you this time - your mouth was filled with cock, pressed against your tongue, and trained your throat. "Mmmmm!" You choked up tears, salty tears falling on his cock, and the inside of your moist, soft mouth expanded. When those seeds were distributing in your mouth, he put his hand on the back of your head, "Swallow it." He looked down at you, his golden eyes flashed a light. His tone was calm, so calm that there was a strange feeling. You swallowed as he said, sobbing. "Are you still so stubborn? Receive guests, I said. Go prepare drinks."

You wiped your tears, nodded silently, stood up, walked into the kitchen, and took out a drink from the refrigerator. The guests are already here. You've never seen them before - but these people could be high ups in Xianzhou…?

You took the tray, put the drink on the table rudely, and planned to turn around and go back to the room to regain your rebellious courage. Unexpectedly, Jing Yuan's hand grabbed you, put you on his lap, pulled down your panties and started spanking, in front of all the guests. You startled and struggled. "You, what are you doing?!" Those slaps on your butt got harder. You even hear whispers and giggles from the guests, praising the general for his discipline.

Of all these punishments, what you fear most is your reputation - what will they and others say about you? Don't they know you were kidnapped?

What you don't know is that those guests are just actors hired by Jing Yuan. They have a non-disclosure agreement and loyalty to him. The general does not allow any news about you to spread outside. He won't tell you, just for seeing your adorable submission 🥺👉👈

#yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you

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bananawafers · 1 month

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Hey, hope u doing good!

What about a little scenario about Ukai getting all nervous about another female coach?? Like she’s really stoic and concentrated and doesn’t notice him much at first, but at the end of the game he start like shouting for karasuno and she sees him and finds him kinda cute. And whatever happens after is up to you!

Hope that’s not too much detail🧍‍♀️

Oh I love this idea. Thank you! I hope you don’t mind I added some light spice hehe

Discipline - Ukai Keishin x Fem! Reader

It's a late spring evening, and the local pre-season tournament is in full swing. As the head coach of your team, you arrive at the gym with a sense of determination. The air is crisp with the promise of warmer days ahead, and the gymnasium echoes with excited chatter as spectators file in to watch the matches. Inside, the players stretch and warm up, eager to showcase their skills on the court. You know that tonight's match against the "dream team" Karasuno will be a true test of your team's abilities, and you're determined to lead them to victory. In need of a moment to gather your thoughts, you step outside to catch some fresh air. As you make your way to the entrance, you spot a familiar figure leaning against the wall, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light. With a slight smirk, you rest a hand on your hip and approach him.

There he is, Ukai Keishin, the formidable coach of Karasuno High (and your sworn enemy) taking a smoke break in the calm before the storm. His presence exudes a sense of confidence, but there's an underlying tension in the air as you draw near.

"Mind if I join?" you ask, your voice cutting through the silence of the evening.

Ukai looks up, a hint of surprise flickering across his features before he quickly regains his composure. "Go ahead," he replies, gesturing with his cigarette.

You settle beside him, and silence settles between you, broken only by the distant sounds of the bustling gymnasium. You take a deep breath, relishing the quiet moment before the chaos of the match consumes you.

And then, with a casual glance in his direction, you decide to break the ice. "Impressive team you have in there," you remark, your tone laced with admiration. He glances at you with distrust in his eyes.

"But discipline is what truly sets us apart."

He arches an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

You shrug matter-of-factly, crossing your arms. It’s the key to dominating the court.”

He scoffs, shakes his head, and takes a slow drag of his cigarette. “I’ll show you discipline,” He mutters under his breath.

Just then, the referees blow the whistle from inside, signaling the official start of the team warmups. Determined to get under his skin, you lean in and pluck the cigarette from his mouth. "I’ll hold you to that. See you on the court," you say with a smirk, dropping the cigarette into the gravel beside your foot and stomping it out before walking inside.

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As the time for the match draws near, you and Ukai find yourselves standing face to face, following the customary tradition of wishing each other luck before the game. With a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, you extend your hand, ready to shake his in a show of sportsmanship.

Ukai accepts the gesture, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle. A beat passes and you attempt to draw your hand away, but he tightens his hold, pulling you in closer. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes locks with yours, a flicker of intensity sparking between you.

"I'd say passion," he emphasizes, his voice low, "is what truly drives a team."

His words send a shiver down your spine. You’re briefly taken aback, and he notices. Before you can utter a response, he’s walking back to his team huddle.

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Throughout the match, you can feel his eyes on you, his gaze following your every move from the sidelines. His unwavering attention causes the gymnasium to feel a bit warmer than usual. But you brush it off, maintaining your composure and focus on leading your team to victory.

The game is intense, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for every point. The score remains close, keeping the tension palpable in the air. Despite the distractions, you remain steadfast in your coaching, rallying your players and guiding them with your trademark precision.

As the final whistle blows and your team emerges victorious, a sense of triumph washes over you. But before you can fully revel in the moment, Ukai approaches, his features tense with agitation.

“Aw, you’re here to congratulate me?” You place a hand playfully on your heart, as if endeared by the thought.

“Real professional of you,” he accuses. “Distracting me like that.”

You roll your eyes. “The first rule of discipline…” you look him up and down, suddenly aware of his proximity. “Pinpoint the weakness.”

His jaw tenses. You can see the frustration etched on his face, but there’s something else too— a glimmer of defiance in his eyes. Despite being bested, he meets your gaze with a challenging look, as if silently daring you to underestimate him again.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “I don’t suppose you have any other weakness I should know about?”

His gaze lingers on you, eyes full of unspoken promises. There’s a tension in the air between you, a silent acknowledgement that there would be a “rematch” of sorts… preferably with no spectators.

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Thanks for reading! I’ve been waiting for a Ukai request, he’s sooo 😙. I’m honestly not opposed to a pt.2 if people want it. I had sm fun with this one ;))

#ukai keishin #keishin ukai #ukai x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you

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maggstar · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+, mni DNI!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Heeseung got assigned by his college to organize the annual gathering for the newly accepted students, he didn't expect to meet you, a charming biker who was lucky enough to slip her number into his pockets after scoring the boy with a green beanie.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, hookup, protected sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), experienced reader, Heeseung is a virgin.

𝐖𝐂: 4.3k

𝐀/𝐍: Hellooo, I'm back from the dead. 😃 Anyway, I hope you guys like this short fic I literally had in my drabbles for months.

Please leave any sort of feedback: reblogging and commenting is the best for me, so let me know!

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Heeseung didn't understand why the college scheduled an annual gathering for the newcomers who successfully passed every year, especially when they assigned him as the leading organizer.

He wasn't a student who carried exceptional grades, thankful for passing a semester successfully, spending time outside rather than in books.

However, his teachers thought otherwise, somehow seeing the potential he didn't, encouraging the boy to pursue a better path. Their strategy was to assign him responsibility, passing him significant roles in organizations.

He caught their joyful gazes when he sat beside the table, crossing the upcoming attendees off the list once they arrived, sighing at the remaining amount, which decreased slowly.

Chae-Won voluntarily joined the assignment to help Heeseung, welcoming the new students passing by with a big smile and enjoying the fresh encounters.

If it hadn't been for her, he probably wouldn't have been here in the first place. All these responsibilities that were supposed to lead him to a better path weren't doing shit. He didn't care about any of it and spent most of his time on his telephone playing LOL to finally rank up. Chae-won found his vain attempt hilarious and constantly interrupted his game by randomly pressing on his screen.

"Don't be a grump, come on!" her delicate voice conveyed, playfully prodding his shoulder as she laughed at his annoyed groan. He glimpsed at her and, for a second, felt a wave of ease coming over.

They weren't friends for long but had already created a good bond. Their meeting was, in fact, accidental, because they got assigned to a side project for the school faculty. She was the head of the group, and Heeseung soon realized that they clicked.

After that, she always picked him as her helper, doing almost everything together. She was someone who he needed: organized and disciplined. He was the complete opposite. In a way, his teachers were content with this outcome, internally thanking her for her decision.

"I've had enough this term," he leaned back on the chair, resting his hands between his legs, "they need to find someone else." The cheers from afar increased as the students greeted the principal, who held a big smile on his face.

"Ah, you're so dramatic," she remarked after rolling her eyes, scribbling something on the paper. Heeseung glanced to see a sketch of a person with their tongue out. He only shot her an annoyed look before going back to his phone.

However, he got disrupted by the sudden rackety sound of a motor engine arriving at the place, boosting the unbearable noise when shortening the distance. His head turned to the owner of the disturbance arriving on a motorcycle.

All the other students were caught up by the appearance as well, their focus now fully intended on the driver and not the principal. Chae-won slanted over to get a better view of the person, who was now parking their motorcycle before striking the ground with their feet.

They slowly took off their helmet, flipping their long, dark hair to regain its previous state, running their fingers through it to mess it up a bit. Pressing the lock button on her keys, the female corrected her posture amidst fixing her leather jacket and checking her appearance in the convex mirror. The revelation took Heeseung by surprise, his jaw lowering at the fine lady.

"Damn, who is she?" he sighed, unable to unlock his immersed gaze from the biker. Her body moved leisurely, putting slight power in her movements. It was on purpose, for sure, but it definitely made her occur attractively.

"I've no clue, but she's hot," Chae-Won declared, fidgeting with her necklace. Heeseung didn't even perceive her disclosure, still eyeing the woman ahead. It didn't take him long to realize the upcoming interaction when you started walking towards their table with a great smirk.

Nonetheless, he managed to panic once you approached them, almost falling out of the chair. The struggle to create eye contact was evident as he nervously looked at the paper ahead, feeling his heartbeat boosting.

"Hello," your deep voice greeted, " I'm Y/L/N Y/N."

Fuck

He nodded, trying to suppress his heart straining to burst out. He searched for your name on the list, crossing it out when the pencil landed on it. Chae-Won was supposed to take things from here and navigate you to the school garden. However, she didn't move but exchanged an evil grin instead. Then she had the audacity to tilt her head towards you.

"Come on, Heeseung, you don't want to keep her waiting," he froze at the unexpected change of plans, furrowing his brows at the playful girl.

It was rare to see Heeseung flustered around a girl, so Chae-won wanted to make the most out of this opportunity. Deep down, she wished he would finally have a thing with someone to come out of his shell. If it doesn't work out, she can still shoot her shot.

"But you-" he glanced at her, knowing he couldn't walk with you without embarrassing himself.

It was his clumsiness that distracted all of the girls away. They saw him as an oddball and used him instead for their advantage. He didn't want to mess up his chance with you, unsure if he could save a mortifying moment from occurring as he did seconds ago.

Regardless, Chae-Won seemed determined, crossing her arms before tapping her foot impatiently and winking at Heeseung. He didn't understand her intentions, furrowing his brows at the goofball.

You chuckled when he stood beside you, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets. He probably contemplated life amidst staring at the ground, but you found it adorable. There was something precious about boys feeling intimidated by you, but for some reason, you enjoyed his reaction the most.

"So, are we going?" you smiled, watching him show the way before walking beside the building.

You jumbled the helmet from one hand to the other as you followed the boy, eyeing him in the meantime. He was wearing a green beanie, fashion sense reminding of a skater boy mixed with a hipster, somehow appearing handsome.

He wasn't your type, swiftly reminiscing the boys you hooked up with in the past, who were nothing compared to Heeseung. The boy possessed breathtaking visuals: from the way his big, doe eyes sparkled under the moonlight to him biting his bottom lip.

Everything appeared majestic to you, and you got lost in his beauty. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't drool over a boy, but he was an exception you were willing to make.

Heeseung, on the other hand, couldn't control the sudden excitement in his chest. He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he didn't know why it made him so happy. Most of the girls he knew were innocent, bubbly personalities or try-hard tomboys.

Nevertheless, today he encountered someone with such a powerful aura for the first time. It was the confident walk accompanying your alluring face that gave it away. It was a big turn-on, and he wasn't confident enough to strike up a conversation.

Thankfully, you decided to break the silence.

"What major are you in?"

"Hm?" he finally looked up, meeting your charming gaze, nearly gasping at the exchange, "Oh, yeah, um, music."

"Oh, so you want to become a singer?" you smiled when his heart-shaped lips curved up at your question, making your stomach flip around - why did he have to look so sweet.

"And you?" he asked, slowing his pace to lengthen the moment, knowing the path was ending soon. He saw the group of students interacting nearby, knowing he had to say goodbye.

"Computer Science," you shrugged, studying his surprised expression, "but it's not as hard as it seems. It's fun!"

He beamed at your excited state, continuing the conversation to make your stay a bit longer. He didn't want to miss his shot at getting to know you better because you seemed so easygoing and laid-back that he could imagine talking to you for hours.

Random questions started blabbering out of him in a hopeless attempt to impress you. Deep down, he pushed himself to ask you for your phone number.

Yet again, he wasn't that confident. Instead, he observed your features in-depth, finding his gaze focusing on your neck and prominent jawline exposed by the wind that blew in your hair. It was a sight he could fucking die to. No girl he had seen harbored such sharp features, and that just threw him off the edge. Fuck the ideal type narrative he had created because you were something else, something he had never seen before.

As he kept talking, you couldn't help but focus on his moving lips, thinking about attaching your mouth to his, poking your inner cheek with your tongue at the idea. All you wanted was to corner him into a dim place, make out and suck on his lips until they turned in a beautiful shade of plum. He slightly pouted when he talked, and he appeared so innocent.

His poking Adam's apple moved up and down after every conveyed word, not considering your mind creating sensual fantasies about sucking on it. You wanted to meet his tongue with yours, explore his mouth and feel his warmness on yours. It didn't help that he occasionally licked his lips, unintentionally riling you up. It was getting harder to stay collected, and the little pool staining your panties began expanding.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" you snapped out of your imagination, eyes landing on his again after staring somewhere else.

"Like, what are your plans?" Heeseung asked, a smile forming on his face from your gaze. He couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at him with so much lust. A tingly feeling made its appearance in his chest again, his cheeks burning.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you scratched the back of your head, holding yourself from attacking his lips. You hated how gorgeous he looked under the moonlight, his side profile so ethereal that you found it unreal.

"What were you paying your attention to then?" his doe eyes lit up, hoping you would say something along the lines of "you".

"I've just been trying to suppress the urge to kiss you," you spat out, biting your lip afterward. Heeseung widened his eyes at your confession, which was the last thing he expected to hear. He stared at you in shock, feeling his heart going crazy.

"Can I kiss you, please?" your body approached his, coming closer to have each other's faces inches away. The desire to consume him kept growing each second he shot you that soft gaze, completely destroying you.

He nodded, his eyes locking with yours as you held his face, pulling him to you. You dived into a passionate kiss, tilting your head to the side to deepen it. You had never craved someone's lips as much as you did Heeseung's. They were so soft and tasty that you couldn't get enough, coming back for more each time you pulled away to breathe.

"What happens if I don't attend?" he laughed, realizing you had better plans than spending the rest of the evening getting bored.

"Well, you'll just miss out on the introduction."

"OK," you nodded, "and what if you ditch your friend?"

"What?" he questioned in a soft tone, noticing your finger pointing at Chae-Won.

"Would you get in trouble if you took us somewhere private?" you smirked at the thought, grabbing his collar to fix it. He gulped at the contact, hating how nervous a random girl made him feel. Yet again, you weren't just a random girl - maybe that's why he was trying so hard not to mess this up.

He could already imagine the disappointment his teachers would experience once they encountered the volunteer carrying out his duty. A failure, that's what they would think, and they would be right. He didn't want to bail on his professors, whom he had given false hope about his feasibility.

At the same time, he knew Chae-Won would cover for him, always having his back even though he wasn't the best friend. Maybe she sent him for this reason in the first place, to give him a possibility. It was on him if he'll take advantage of it or not.

His gaze landed on the assured girl again, nodding at her offer.

"Well," you pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket alongside a lighter, pulling out one to place it between your lips, positioning it in the fire, "lead the way, playboy."

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Next thing you know, you both end up in the music room, tangled up in a lustful make-out session. His hands roamed your back as you tried to nestle on the piano bench he led you to.

You double-checked if you had contraceptives in your pocket when he moved to your neck. It was your goal tonight anyway, not wanting to miss the chance to get on with someone. Plus, Heeseung was quite charming, and you couldn't help yourself.

He was a sloppy kisser, and you could tell the moment his lips met yours. It felt like he was keen on more tongue action rather than a proper build-up. Too eager for your taste, but again, he was breaking your rules quite often tonight.

Your hand played with his hair while the other moved down to his pants, reaching his boxers. He gasped when your fingers brushed over them, his member twitching from the sensitivity.

"Can I?" you broke the kiss to ensure he wasn't uncomfortable with where things were going.

Heeseung couldn't even answer, quietly whimpering under your touch. There was something so mesmerizing about his state that you just stared into his eyes, leaning for another kiss. It felt so wonderful, and you couldn't stop. He had this dazing effect on you.

"I can stop whenever you want," you whispered into his lips, running your hands on his chest, sensing his change of heartbeat.

"N-no, don't stop," he grabbed your wrist, guiding you back to his pants. You smirked at the action, grabbing his crotch to see the desired expression. And it didn't disappoint. He leaned against the piano with his eyelids slightly loose, mouth forming an O amidst panting. You haven't even started yet, and he was already losing his mind.

"God, you're so beautiful," you whispered on his neck, leaving gentle kisses. He shivered at your delicate touch, his hand traveling under your jacket to caress your back.

You massaged his length a bit to make him hard, but that didn't take long since he soon provided your hand with burning heat. It was your sign to slip your hand under his boxers, coming in contact with his erection. He hissed at the coldness of your fingers, making his member tug rapidly.

"N-n-o, you don't have to," he whispered when he realized what you were about to do, straightening his posture to grab your wrists. However, you smiled at his behavior, leaving a light peck on his cheek.

"But I want to," you voiced before landing on his zipper, gradually dragging it to access his dick. His pants ended at his knees, now having his genitals on full display. Your eyes widened at the image and his size. It drove your head dizzy, picturing it vanishing inside you.

Heeseung smiled for himself at your cute reaction, finding himself blushing for some reason. Slight embarrassment took over him as he had never been in this position before. He attempted to cover himself, but you only yanked his hands away.

"Don't hide your beauty from me, baby," his dick jerked at those words, looking away from the attention he was acquiring. You grabbed his chin to meet his gaze, smiling at his eyes sparkling with excitement. You encouraged him to spit in your hand, confusing him at first with your sudden movement.

He obeyed and spilled a pool of saliva on your palm, letting it dribble from his mouth. A curse escaped you at the sight, biting your lip as you spread it on his shaft. The wet sounds turned you on, even more, watching his face express ecstasy.

"Look at me while I take care of you, ok?" you smiled before opening your mouth to welcome his member, moaning at the wonderful feeling.

"Oh God," it sent him over the edge how you didn't break eye contact amidst running your tongue around his tip. Your face appeared so beautiful as the moonlight shone on you, exposing your dirty activity. He couldn't stop staring at you with butterflies in his stomach, observing you taking a quarter of him slowly.

The feeling he was experiencing made him dizzy because this was his first time acquiring head. He was used to giving, not receiving. His friends always talked about blowjobs and how wonderful it was. Now he finally understood why.

"Y/N," he accidentally moaned your name, shutting his eyes when you reached half his length. Your hand gently rubbed his balls, taking your time to provide the best experience.

"Does it feel good?" you began to bob your head at a calm speed, studying his facial expressions quickly altering. His abdomen was going through euphoria, and he was losing his mind.

"It does, so much," he threw back his head and gripped your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You raised your eyebrows at the act, not anticipating the intimate gesture.

Normally, you would never let another boy show affection in hookups because it was unnecessary. In the end, it was about satisfying your needs, so there wasn't the need to be smoochy about it.

Nevertheless, Heeseung was caressing your hand and hair, and you couldn't say anything. He was so sweet that you wanted his affection.

"I bet it does," you expressed in a low voice, watching his brows slightly furrowing while he bit the tip of his tongue. You curved your lips up when his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, letting out such beautiful noises each time you pulled out and took him in.

"I-I'm close," his tender voice conveyed, feeling his stomach compiling his load. You sped up your movements to bring him to his high, welcoming the warm fluid on your tongue. However, you didn't stop but continued sucking, enjoying him uncontrollably jumping in your mouth.

"Fuck, oh my God, Y/N," he shut down, trembling from the stimulation you gave him. His hands were now desperately holding onto your hair, trying to control his spasms.

"You taste good," a quiet giggle echoed in the room as Heeseung stared into your eyes deeply, trying to find the right words after having the best orgasm of his life.

He noticed how you squeezed your legs together, grinding on the bench to pleasure yourself. He instantly dropped to his knees, grabbing your legs gently to spread them. You gasped when his hand slid under your vagina, his thumb playing with your vulva.

"Can I take care of you now?" he pulled down your pants, revealing your soaked panties. It was weird for you to feel this hot inside, and you found it hard to believe a boy managed to turn you on this much.

You watched as his head disappeared between your legs and panted when his breath brushed against your panties, hearing him soaking up the smell of your arousal.

"God, you smell so good," his compliment landed on your core, which he revealed by pushing your underwear to the side. He took a long lick of your pussy, groaning at the taste it left on his tongue.

Pussy-drunk would probably be the right word to describe his fixation because the next thing you know, he was making out with it. His warm tongue swirled around your bud and entrance, teasing you by trying to enter it.

Your hands automatically grabbed his hair, pushing his face even deeper to feel his nose on your clit. At this point, what was happening?

"Oh, Heeseung, please don't stop," you moaned when he moved his head up and down, rubbing you with the tip of his nose. He was so experienced, unlike the guys who have eaten you out before.

"You're beautiful," he whimpered on your folds, watching you arching your back at his technique. Everything was so fast that you didn't even realize your orgasm was shooting out, riding it out on his nose. Heeseung didn't waste any time and licked all of your cum, immaculately overstimulating you. You stopped him to catch your breath, gazing at his lips and chin smeared in your juices.

"You're so-" you switched positions, landing on his lap and going in for a deep kiss. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and transferred your liquids. At that moment, you officially lost your mind and suddenly felt needy again. How was he so dirty but sweet at the same time.

"So what?" he asked, holding your hips to guide you back and forth.

"So pretty that I want to ruin you," your words caused him to pop another boner, poking it on your core.

"Please do," he panted, intensely staring into your eyes, "I'm all yours."

"You don't know what you're asking for, baby," your lips uttered before landing on his, grabbing the condom to put it on him.

"Wait," he whispered, glancing down to avoid your stare.

"It's your first time?" you smiled at his surprised blinking, playing with his piercings. He bobbed his head, dying inside out of shame.

"Honestly, when you were eating me out, it certainly did not feel like it," the atmosphere lightened up a bit with your remark, easing the tense boy underneath you.

"I'll be gentle, ok?" you pushed a strand of hair under his beanie, grabbing his face to study his expression. Obviously, he was worried about the following, but his face still displayed enthusiasm.

That was what you were looking for, so you gently grabbed his length and started pulling the condom over it. He hissed a few times because your hands were still freaking cold, and the sensation was unknown.

"Are you ready?" your breath tickled on his ear as you put your hand on his belly, gently stroking to ease his tension. You were also nervous because you didn't want to hurt him unintentionally, and seeing him getting anxious about the act worried you. In the end, you mainly wanted him to enjoy it.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to hurt you," he whimpered at your tenderness, mind still too anxious about the forthcoming shifting. You held his face delicately, running your thumb over his cheek. He murmured a quiet yes, watching you aligning his member to your entrance, which you revealed by pushing away your panties.

You rubbed him on your clit for a while to lubricate and give him some instigation. He was already moaning, his body quivering from the teasing. Then you pushed him in by a bit and both of you hyperventilated.

"You're practically sinking in me," you exhaled, feeling your walls tighten around him with each push. He glanced at the scene, his hand grabbing your thigh to dig in his nails. The way you talked him through it made everything better, and he felt like he was walking on clouds.

Other girls made fun of his virginity, mocking him for being inexperienced. You, however, were different and handled him with so much care despite having known each other for a few minutes.

"It's ok. You can go more."

Well, maybe he shouldn't have said it that early.

"Wait, oh shit-" the grip on your thigh deepened, pain piercing through rapidly.

"Why are you so tight?" it almost sounded like a cry, and you only chuckled at the compliment.

"I'm not used to big dicks. That's probably why," you laughed, calming the boy down with your humor.

Heeseung leaned his back against the fallboard, trying to make himself comfortable. He would have never imagined losing his V-card in the school's music room on a damn piano. At the same time, he was grateful that you were the one who was here with him. Now, he will always have a pleasant memory to think of when he'll enter this room.

"How are you feeling, bubs?" He reddened at the spontaneous nickname, noticing the twinkle in your dark eyes.

"V-very good," the words barely came out as he struggled to think correctly. The sensation you were guiding him through was something else, and he couldn't believe you managed to take his firsts twice tonight.

When you started riding him, it was over. He didn't think he could hold his load for long because you only tightened around him more. As if you read his mind, you began pushing more, putting your hands on his chest for support. He held your back and practically embraced you once he felt the familiar feeling inside him.

"Let go," you encouraged him as he shot his cum in the condom, pulling you closer to bury his face in your neck. It didn't even matter if you came in that moment because you felt too content to focus on it. You grabbed the open package and inconspicuously slid it into his pocket.

"I better get going now," with a jump, you pulled back your pants and lit another cigarette after heading out the door. You sent a wink before fleeing, leaving him dazed.

He sighed and discarded the condom, concealing it in a bunch of tissues. As he grabbed one from his pocket, he came in touch with a packaging. He pulled it out to recognize the object, raising an eyebrow. It was a phone number written on the wrapping of the condom he had used a minute ago. He grinned at the method, putting it back to catch up with Chae-won.

He saw you walking towards the ceremony as he got out of the building. You turned back to encounter his figure standing outside and delivered him a big beam on your face while signaling him to calll you later.

"You can bet on it."

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Hey bestieeeee! You know I had to jump on requests again (if you're open to this one, of course)! I would personally love a part 3 to creature comfort. Maybe Dwayne going into Daddy Dom mode for David and the reader for a threesome. No pressure, I just really loved that fic and part 2 of it 🥰

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Omg of course friend!! Happy to write this for you! I’m glad you love this series🥰 in keeping with my trend of naming fics in this series after Arcade Fire songs, this is my absolute favorite AF song:) This and Everything Now are hardcore smut PLEASE READ ALL THE WARNINGS

Creature comfort, Everything Now

Dwayne x GN Reader x David (Poly lost boys)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, Dom Dwayne, Switch David, Sub Reader, Daddy Kink (Dwayne is daddy always), a little bit of brattaming, BDSMish dynamics, bondage, penetration (reader’s sex not mentioned), riding, spit roasting, blow job, spitting, aftercare cuddles🥺 I think that’s everything

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Dwayne laid David on his bed softly, “one more thing before we start,” Dwayne said with a sly look on his face “Who’s your daddy.”

David propped himself up on his elbow, before grabbing the back of Dwayne’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “You are.”

Dwayne smirked, “and don’t you ever forget it.”

You had been approaching the doorway of Dwayne’s alcove in the cave when you overheard the boys talking.

You gasped as you creeped around to stand next to the entrance, careful not to set off either David or Dwayne’s vampire senses.

You peeked carefully into Dwayne’s room, only to be met with his eyes staring into yours. “Hi,” he said casually.

You jumped back, clutching your chest in shock.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” he chuckled softly.

“Apparently,” you rolled your eyes before smiling sheepishly, “can I join?” You asked.

Dwayne crossed his arms and looked you up and down, “you got thrown from a bike tonight,” he reminded you, “sure you’re up for this?”

Your smile morphed into a pout as you stepped closer to him, “but daddy, I want you,” you purred.

He growled, “baby I always want you, I just want to make sure your ok. Are you sure you want to play rough tonight?”

You offered him a reassuring grin, “I’m ok Dwayne, really, I would tell you if I couldn’t take it,” you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, “I want you to go full daddy on me, c’mon don’t you wanna teach me a lesson or something?” you teased.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say when you need to stop?” He asked seriously.

“Bats,” you responded.

“That’s right baby,” he caressed your cheek gently, “don’t be afraid to use it if it gets too much yeah?”

“Yes daddy,” you winked.

Dwayne smiled as he threw you over his shoulder before laying you in his bed next to David, whose eyes were still glazed over.

“You wanna watch first or you wanna play first baby?” Dwayne asked.

You pretended to contemplate his question, “isn’t Davey still in trouble? Shouldn’t he watch first,” you reminded Dwayne innocently.

David growled at you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

Dwayne took your jaw in his hand and turned your face towards him, his eyebrow raised. “Bratting around already? Keep it up and it’ll be a long night for you,” he warned.

“God I hope so daddy,” you replied.

His persona slipped as his lips turned up in a prideful smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips before moving to David.

Dwayne grabbed the belt he’d used to leash David and folded it into a pair of makeshift handcuffs. “Wrists,” he commanded David.

David, having fully regained his wits, raised an eyebrow at Dwayne’s creation as he crossed his arms, “yeah, fat chance,” David scoffed.

Dwayne kneeled on the bed between David’s legs and grabbed his jaw, holding his mouth open. Dwayne spit directly into David’s mouth.

David pulled back gasping but swallowed. Your jaw dropped.

Dwayne tsked, “thought you were gonna be a good boy Davey,” he sighed, “if not that’s fine, I have no problem disciplining you again, but if you want a chance to cum tonight you’re gonna be good for daddy ok?”

David’s defiant expression shifted, “yes daddy,” he replied as he held his wrists out to Dwayne.

Dwayne slipped the make shift cuffs around David’s wrists and fastened them tightly. He pulled on the tail of the belt, leading David to a chair in the corner.

As you watched him sit you could tell David was not happy about having to watch Dwayne wreck you first.

Dwayne strode back over to where you were kneeling on the bed, “I can still be gentle if you want baby just say the word,” he offered as he stroked your cheek lovingly, “it’s been a long night, you don’t have to do this for me.”

You rolled your eyes, Dwayne was sweet but he was starting to get on your nerves, “I don’t want gentle Dwayne, I want my daddy please” you clarified impatiently, “if I need to stop I’ll tell you, promise,” you kissed his nose.

He smiled, and leaned in to press his lips to yours, “ok baby,” he said as he began to undress you and himself, “you wanna ride daddy then?”

“Yes please,” you sighed wistfully as he manhandled you till you were hovering over him.

You reached down to place your thumb on the tip of his cock and give it a few gentle strokes.

Dwayne squeezed your thigh while looking at you sternly, “did I give you permission to use your hands?”

Your face flushed red and you sputtered, “I- I’m sorry daddy, I just wanted you to feel good” you pouted.

Dwayne reached over to his bedside table to rummage through the drawer, you still hovering above him. “I know baby, that’s why I’m not going to punish you,” he pulled out a pair of cuffs, “but we are gonna have to do something about your greedy little hands.” He clipped the cuffs in place, restraining your hands behind your back.

You pouted.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say?”

“Thank you daddy,” you told him as he took your hips in his hands and lowered you onto his cock.

You gasped as he pushed into you with slow and gentle strokes, allowing you to get used to him.

No matter how rough he got, he always started slow, his massive size splitting you open every time.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward as he began to speed up, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

“So good for me baby, not an ounce of brat in you when I take you like this huh?” Dwayne whispered into your ear as he wrecked you.

David struggled against his restraints, forgotten in the corner and dying to get a taste of you as well.

Dwayne smirked as he heard movement coming from the chair he’d left his other lover tied up in. His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you mercilessly, “let Davey watch you come undone on daddy’s cock,” he whispered as he stroked you, “can you cum for daddy?”

His words sent you over the edge as you let out one final moan, releasing all over him.

Dwayne kissed your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath, his length still inside you.

He brushed sweat covered hair back from your face as he maneuvered you gently till you were laying on the bed. He stroked your cheek as he looked over at David, who was straining in his boxers and biting his lip, makeshift cuffs still fastened around his wrists. Dwayne turned back to you, “you think David’s earned some time with you baby?”

You looked over at David whose eyes pleaded with you. You smiled, “yes daddy, I can keep going.” Dwayne returned your smile before moving in front of David, who looked like his fangs were going to sink directly into his lip and split it open.

Dwayne pulled off the belt cuffs and bent down to whisper in David’s ear, “don’t think this means you don’t have to listen, I won’t hesitate to spank you in front of them.” David gulped and nodded.

“Good,” Dwayne jerked his head in your direction, “don’t keep them waiting.”

David rushed over you and you sat up to greet him. He placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss. As you returned his kiss, he reached around to take off your cuffs. “Want you to use these hands baby,” he purred as he rubbed his fingers in circles around your hips.

Dwayne leaned against the wall and watched with arms crossed.

David nosed at the pulse point on your neck, making you shudder. He chuckled softly to himself, “not gonna drink, just like the way you smell,” you sighed happily at his words.

He pulled back to stroke your face softly, “do you want just me or both of us?” David asked, still rubbing your hips.

“Both please,” you begged.

David smiled before looking to Dwayne as he pushed off the wall and walked over. “Please what?” David asked.

You bit your lip, “please sir.”

He kissed your forehead, “good baby.”

David turned to Dwayne, “can I take their mouth?” he asked.

Dwayne nodded, “go ahead.”

David took himself in his hands as you got on your hands and knees in front of him, “I got it,” you told him as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently.

You licked the tip of his cock causing a groan to fall from his lips. His fingers threaded through your hair as he pulled you forward impatiently.

You laughed as you took him into your mouth and began to suck, hollowing out your cheeks as moans fell from his lips.

You felt Dwayne pull your thighs back towards him from the other side of the bed, “ready baby?” He asked as he grazed his hands over your ass.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your mouth full of David.

Dwayne pushed into you slowly, inching you further onto David as a result. The three of you let out a collective moan.

You rubbed your tongue along the underside of David’s cock as Dwayne fell into a rhythm behind you.

Every thrust sent David deeper down your throat.

David’s hands flew to the back of his head as his face twisted in pleasure while you moaned around him.

They were both so big and you felt so full. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear their tips were touching inside you.

As you felt your orgasm building you began to whimper. David looked to Dwayne, “shit me too,” he groaned, “can we cum daddy?” David asked.

Dwayne moaned, “yes baby, go ahead.”

Your orgasm washed over you as David came down your throat.

Dwayne thrust into you once more triggering his own orgasm and filling you completely.

David pulled himself from your mouth gently and collapsed on the bed.

Dwayne pulled out as well and placed you in his lap. He kissed your neck and held you tightly against his chest.

He stroked David’s hair with the hand not wrapped around your waist.

Dwayne nibbled your earlobe, “did you have fun?” he asked.

You smiled, “of course, as always.”

David propped himself up on his elbows, “I’m sorry I yelled in front of you baby, I was too harsh with Paul and I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before Dwayne pulled you back into his arms, “it’s ok,” you assured him, “I know you just did it because you were worried about me and I know you won’t do it again.”

David smiled, “thank you baby.”

“I love you, all of you,” you promised them.

Dwayne tightened his embrace, “we love you too.” he replied as he peppered soft kisses all along your neck and shoulder.

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chickenparm · 6 months

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Reformatting (Scara/f!Reader) pt. 3/end

this was written for @onesaltygoddess. thanks for coming to me with this dope idea! :^) this fic is based off the recent fan animations that you can watch here and some cyberpunk 2077 mixed in to flesh it out.

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Scaramouche/f!Reader - Cyberpunk AU 2,753 Words - NSFW (Reader is a synthetic/android, begging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, P in V)

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Scaramouche is, admittedly, an awful teacher.

He’s short with you, grows irritated when you ask questions that seem obvious to him. But he’s been doing this for much longer - he was made to do this - so you’d hoped he would’ve given you a little more grace about it all. But he doesn’t give up on you completely.

Maybe storms out once in a while, but always leaves the door to his server room unlocked when it’s time for you to meet up for more training. Hand-to-hand combat isn’t his forte, and as he explains the discipline of quickhacking on the fly, you start to think that perhaps the challenge you issued was a carefully orchestrated maneuver on his part.

“Keep your own ICE up this time, or I’m going to get in and just shut you down.” Scaramouche warns from where he lounges on the threadbare sofa, his hat tilted low as he flicks through the screens. The ability to multitask comes to him almost like second-nature, and you have no doubt he wouldn’t need to bat an eyelash to slip past your defenses.

Defenses he put in place, he told you the first day you arrived. Scaramouche was insufferably smug about it, like he’s telling you only because he wants you to know that you owe him something or other. But he never asks for a single thing.

The only thing he does ask comes in the form of a little message to your phone in the mornings before you meet up with him - a little emoji for a bag of chips, or a slice of pizza, or some fries. He wants you to bring him breakfast. Easy enough, and you usually cop out and just bring something you nuked in the microwave, or something packaged from the convenience store. Today, his hand rummages in a bag of jerky tucked to his side.

Closing your eyes, you let out a little breath and waste no time in pushing forward, deftly connecting with his systems while attempting to not ring alarm bells in his mind. There’s no pushback, and you like to think you were successful. As you link up with him, at the back of your tongue you can taste what he’s eating, you can feel the couch beneath you, smell something in the air that makes your heartbeat a little faster.

And that reaction doesn’t come from you, but from him. You try to pry into that more, your curiosity taking hold as you recognize the scent as your perfume, and you only have a split-second to dwell on it before you’re forcefully shoved out of his mind and your brain zaps in his retaliation.

“Mind your own business,” Scaramouche hisses, knocking his hat from his head to sit upright and glare at you. The jerky is tossed onto the coffee table, but you barely notice as your palm presses to your forehead and you try to regain your bearings. Scaramouche sits a little higher, looks at you with unrestrained anger, “Poke around like that again and I’ll bury a virus in your head that makes you bark like a dog.”

“Try me,” you bite back, sitting up in your chair despite the ache behind your eyes. Scaramouche leans forward, one fist clenched around the cushion of the couch while the other reaches out to grab you. Yet he stops short, and you don’t feel the shattering sensation of him busting your security system wide open.

Instead, his hand falls to his lap and his other unclenches from the fabric, instead pinching at the bridge of his nose. “Just do what I tell you, alright? Why is everything such a struggle with you, huh?”

“You’re one to talk.” But you don’t elaborate. You don’t really need to. Scaramouche slumps back against the couch and turns his head to the side, almost looking petulant as he does so. Carefully, you shift from sitting on a lone chair to sitting next to him on the couch, nudging his hat out of the way. “Wanna keep going with this?”

“Not really.”

But he doesn’t stop you as you close your eyes and push into his mind again. Very carefully, you avoid anything that would pique your curiosity. Another zap like that would leave you bedridden with a migraine for at least a full day. And you wouldn’t get to see him tomorrow. It’s odd that you feel so bothered by that.

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“Have you ever danced before?”

The question comes from you between quick breaths, your body slightly winded from the sparring session with the man in front of you. Scaramouche brushes the back of his arm across his forehead, mussing his bangs against the wet skin, and looks at you so strangely that you wonder if you’ve grown an extra appendage.

Then, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he answers while pointing his water bottle at you, “No. That’s not what I was made for.”

“What were you made for?”

“Exactly what I do. Hacking, information gathering, security for our base here,” Scaramouche shrugs a shoulder, uncharacteristically avoiding your gaze as he takes a sip from his bottle. Then, he passes it to you, and you accept it without much thought.

After your own drink, your voice is less scratchy, “And you don’t do anything else? Ei said we were free, so why constrain yourself to that?”

“That’s all I need.”

“How sad.” You remark, and his eyes dart to you, wide and surprised at the nonchalant way you remarked something like that. It might seem offensive, you realize, so you elaborate, “But what about what you want? If there’s something I realized from how things have changed for me, it’s that wants and needs are two different things. Wants can make you happy, and you don’t seem like you are.”

“I don’t need to be happy. I’m fine, thanks.”

The water bottle rolls across the floor as you cap it and toss it away, one of your hands reaching out toward him with your palm up, fingers beckoning with a little wiggle, “Just one dance. Maybe you’ll like it.”

“I don’t like to dance.”

“You’ve never tried, remember? How would you know?”

Scaramouche scowls, reaching out to swat your hand away, but it’s half-hearted, “I said no. I don’t even know how.”

And you light up further, because he really is just digging his own grave, here. Undeterred, you offer your hand again and chirp, “That’s fine, one of my dancing protocols was equipped with a module for teaching. I’ve never gotten to use it before, so we’ll both get something we want.”

“I don’t want to dance-”

“But you want to smell my perfume?”

Scaramouche’s mouth falls open in preparation to dispute this, but nothing comes out. A few emotions flit across his face. Disbelief, anger, frustration, then forced annoyance. “Why would I want to subject myself to that? If I wanted to smell garbage, I’d go to the landfill-”

Scaramouche cuts off when you only laugh at him and step forward, taking his hand and pointedly resting it at a respectable position on your waist. “Okay, one hand here. The other can rest on the other side, or my hand, or the back of my neck if it’s meant to be more intimate. Now, we’ll keep the steps simple for now, and once you’re confident leading, maybe we can add a little bit of pizzazz…”

You trail off in your explanation as his free hand shifts. Not to your waist, or your hand, but the nape of your neck where his fingers curl tentatively around. Your eyes dart to his, and he stubbornly looks into your own as if daring you to say another word. Desperately, you want to, but you keep your mouth shut and start showing him the steps. Whether he’s any good at it doesn’t really register in your mind as you hum a simple tune to guide the two of you along through the movements.

His fingers shift against your waist, just a simple fidget, but it’s enough to shift the hem of your shirt for his pinky to graze against the skin there. If he can feel the goosebumps that raise, he doesn’t belittle you for it, for once. Maybe he has some of his own, but you’re too afraid to look away from his eyes for fear that whatever this is will shatter.

Behind him, the sliding doors to the courtyard are open to let the breeze inside. That tree you’re so fond of whispers with the movement, masking the sound of your feet and his as they move across the floor at a languid pace. It’s just getting to be late afternoon, the light turning warmer as it eclipses everything, including the two of you.

Scaramouche is normally cold, untouchable, distant. But here he is, in your space, touching you, bathed in a warm sunset that has your stomach twisting with something you’re only vaguely familiar with. Your chest clenches uncomfortably, the same sort of feeling you’d gotten when picking through his mind during training not so long ago.

You’re only grateful he’s not in your mind now. Is he feeling the same? You can’t help but wonder.

---

“What? No! All you’re going to do is slow me down.”

The lights of his room are dark, the servers dimmed so that only whatever comes through the window is what you’re allowed to use to see his face. You stand over him as he sits on that couch again, his eyes avoiding yours as you try to reason with him. It’s warm in here, from the electronics and your own blood rushing in frustration.

“I need experience somewhere! This is routine, you said it yourself, so it’s perfect. How am I supposed to carry my weight if you won’t let me?”

Scaramouche’s cheek shifts, his teeth digging into the soft flesh inside, and your own jaw ticks with a similar movement. Raiden often made jokes about how stubborn the two of you are, how you manage to get anything done at all between taking cheap shots at one another. This feels like the cheapest of all, and you try to rebut with, “I’ve already talked to Ei and she gave me the go-ahead. I’m coming with on this one whether you like it or not.”

Violet eyes dart to you, wide enough that you can see the full ring of his iris. “You went behind my back? Should’ve known, since you love sneaking and poking around in places you don’t belong.”

“It’s the only way to get anything done with you! God, it’s like trying to work with a brick wall. Stubborn ass.”

The door shuts behind you as you spin and leave, but you catch his own sniped shot just before it cuts him off. “Blind idiot!”

And you can only laugh. You see better now than you ever have; and it’s mostly his fault. Maybe he should’ve left you ruined rather than piece you back together only to try and do it himself all over again. Too late for him to renege on that now, though, not with the backlash he’d get from both Ei and Raiden.

The planned date for the trip down underground isn’t meant for another week yet, and you expected to have some more time until then to train with him. Yet the next day when you return, his room is firmly locked and you can’t pick it with what he’s taught you. That… hurts. You try again, and you know he knows you tried, but it doesn’t budge. He couldn’t be more clear if he tried.

Against your first instinct, you don’t mention it to Ei. There’s no point; even if she talks to him about it, convinces him to talk to you, it’s not like it will change anything. He doesn’t want you on this mission, and you’d be lucky if he even wants you around after all this is over. The thought of it makes your stomach twist, more so than the sensation of the aircraft rising aloft with quick acceleration.

Buckled into one of the seats, your eyes dart across the ship to the man sitting in the furthest seat from you, his hat pulled low and screens activated to keep you from getting a glimpse of his expression. But you can feel him glancing at you, feel the annoyance rolling off him in palpable waves, thicker than the air gets with humidity as the ship slips beneath the surface of the world.

Everything grows dark for a long moment, the only light coming from the steering panel of the ship and Scaramouche’s hat in the far corner. Neither of them reach far enough to touch you, and you sit still in the blackness, taking steady breaths and calming your nerves as best you can. It’s just a surveillance mission, meant for reconnaissance.

It’ll be fine. You hope.

The ship lights up again in increments as you flit over the outskirts of the city, old districts no longer in use by the public lit just enough for air traffic to avoid hitting the derelict buildings. Ei flies in a way that suggests she’s made this trip a thousand times before, like she could do it completely blind and not skim a single building.

Things grow even brighter, lit by neon and LED, flashing in a rainbow of colors that make your head hurt if you stare at them a little too long. So you turn your gaze to the floor, try not to pay too much attention to Scaramouche out of the corner of your eye, avoid thinking about how warm his hands had been when you convinced him to dance with you.

How was that only a week ago? Now look at you, fists clenched around the strap of your seatbelt as you try and fail not to pine. Scaramouche doesn’t look at you anymore, not that you can feel, and somehow that feels even worse.

“We’re getting close. Scaramouche?”

“Sensors will be down, go ahead and drop me when you get there.”

This was something you could do. Scaramouche had shown you some time ago how most government security works, the ways to get around them and trick the systems into not realizing you’re there at all. But he doesn’t assign that duty to you, doesn’t even suggest you do anything at all even as the ship begins to lower to the rooftop and he unbuckles from his seat.

At the door, you reach for his wrist, stopping him from walking down the ramp. Despite knowing she’ll hear you anyway, you keep your voice low in some sort of attempt to hide his reborn derision from Ei. “It’s more dangerous if you don’t tell me what we need to do. I will slow you down if I’m just following you around.”

“Good, stay on the ship then-”

“Scaramouche, stop.” You squeeze his wrist just before he yanks it from your hand and descends to the rooftop. You share a look with Ei, hers of confusion, yours of apology, before you follow after him and whisper-shout, “Help me help you! Or am I just supposed to figure it out?”

A long sigh leaves him and he whirls, the screens of his hat shifting so none of them are in his face, letting you face the full brunt of his annoyance. “Helping me would mean staying on that ship and staying out of danger. You’re right, you are just slowing me down.”

“Whatever, I’ll figure it out, then.” You brush past him, your shoulder bumping harshly against his own as you feel out the local network and try to find the cleanest signal. At the very least, you can cover him while he searches for what you came for - and all the while you try to ignore that gnawing feeling of hurt in your chest.

Scaramouche leaves you alone, goes in a different direction. You can still feel him nearby, the link established during one of your first training sessions meaning that there’s some way of keeping track of him. It’s a small comfort that he hadn’t severed that, at least.

With a huff of breath into the warm air around you, your body tucks into the space between a few condenser units to keep yourself out of sight. No one should be up here, but it’s better to be safe. For now, your self-designated job is to subtly scramble the security systems and intercept whoever might try to counteract what he’s doing as he sifts through all those files.

You recognize the structure, the layout of the firewall, how to slip beyond it to maneuver it from the inside. Scaramouche follows after you, using his link to your system as an entrypoint to theirs. You almost don’t realize it, he doesn’t leave a trace. Like shifting through the underbrush, not a single leaf is left out of place.

It’s as if he’s not even there at all.

Thanks to his teachings, it’s far less stressful than you expected it to be. With sensitive information like this, you expect there to be someone trying to block either of you, but you don’t even sense another user in the system beyond yourselves. It’s eerie, unsettling, and feels very wrong.

Pulling out your phone, you tap a message to him, knowing it will pop up on one of his screens. You express your concerns, asking if he’s noticed anything odd. He doesn’t answer, but he does read it, and you take that as an answer in itself. Fine, you’ll ignore your instincts.

Once more you close your eyes, letting out another slow breath. Thanks to your misdirection, the system hasn’t noticed anything awry, and Scaramouche is still safe. He warned you not to get complacent, but if he doesn’t think there’s anything to worry about, then you’re more willing to relax a little and just observe.

And that’s when you realize that the one being observed is you.

There isn’t another user because the user is the entire system, and only when your functions start to lock down do you realize that the system you’ve been messing with serves as a brain for something deep in the building below. Something with enough awareness to metaphorically wrap its fingers around you until you’re nearly strangled.

At first you panic, you try to contact Scaramouche through the link, but even your processes are unusable as you’re scrutinized and prodded at. Your ICE is good, but it won’t hold out under someone as skilled at this. With a trembling body, you fight against it all to drag yourself into the open, your palms and knees aching from the gravel digging into them.

Take a breath, dig your nails into the ground, focusfocusfocus.

Scaramouche told you once that the surest way to completely get someone out of your system is to shut it down. If there’s nothing for them to get to, then they have to retreat. With shaking fingers you reach for your phone, dirty fingers typing out something that you hope says shutting down. You don’t have time to spell check it before you send it off, the glass cracking as it drops to the gravel and your body follows suit.

Ei or Raiden or Scaramouche will be able to bring you back to consciousness; you just have to trust Scaramouche will come for you, rather than leave you here. Your optics go out first, then your higher functions, and only when your mind slows to a base operating level before complete shutdown, one last thought trickles in.

You’re not sure you can take another abandonment.

---

It happens as quickly as blinking. One moment you’re under, next your eyes are open but obscured. Your head hurts as too much information passes through it, mixed with your diagnostics. Without any extra mental faculties, you don’t dwell on how you got to this, and instead you focus on just coming back to life.

The humming around you is a familiar frequency - the ship. Ei’s ship, secured behind a cloaking device and ten layers of security protocols. Safe. You’re safe.

The ache in your body is from your hands and knees, from your muscles where they’d tensed up from that foreign invader attacking you from the inside. It’s only you in your head, now. You, and the faint path that leads you to the person incredibly close by. Safe. You’re safe.

Your vision is obscured because you’re tucked against someone’s chest, their arms around you as the ship holds at a steady speed. So, you’re not in Inazuma, but you’ve already left the facility. Good. Safe. You’re safe.

Safety is in the form of a familiar space, and a familiar person that holds you close and speaks in low tones that your ears are ringing a bit too much to overhear. But when you stir a little, turning your face to press further against the fabric of his clothing, you clearly hear, “E-10?”

It’s the first time he’s called you anything beyond a stupid nickname or a, “hey, you”. You nod in acknowledgment, and his chest deflates with a heaving sigh of relief. Neither of you say anything at first, not for your lack of trying. At the very least he could tell you that he told you so, but he doesn’t do that at all.

In fact, only when the darkness falls and you’re well out of the city does he turn his head until his mouth is close to your ear, intending only for you to hear, “I’m sorry. I lo-... I’m sorry.”

You want to deny this, to state that this is your fault for getting complacent, for insisting when you obviously weren’t ready. Yet his hand comes around the back of your head to pull you closer, and he continues, “I didn’t know what we were getting into. I was cocky and put you in danger because I-... No. I shouldn’t have left you.”

But he didn’t, because you’re right here in his arms, in his lap, legs slung over one side as he holds you securely. And you try your best to just tell him this, your voice hoarse. Had you been screaming? What truly happened to you?

“You have every right to be angry.” Scaramouche murmurs, breath hot against your ear as his arms wind tighter, nearly squeezing you with his desperation that’s sourced from somewhere unknown.

The one-sided conversation stops as the ship starts to decelerate and descend. Ei says something, undecipherable between the static and your own thoughts. All you can make out is Scaramouche’s affirmation, and the feeling of being lifted and being carried off the ship in swaying movements that all but usher you off into sleep.

And when your eyes open for a second time, you’re alone in your room, the sun gone from the sky. Where is Scaramouche? The question rattles around in your brain as you examine every corner of the room from your vantage point on the familiar bed. You need to find him, need to give and receive explanations or you’ll never be able to rest again.

You feel… better? Still fatigued, but you can at least get yourself to your feet and are able to get your bearings before taking some hesitant steps. Everything is still in working order, it seems, and you’re a little more confident as you cross the floor and leave without a second thought. There’s only one place you need to be right now, and it’s only a short walk to the door you expect to be locked.

Scaramouche said that you had the right to be angry, and you plan on taking advantage of that offer as you slam your fist on the button and it opens without protest. Not locked.

At the sudden sound of your entrance, Scaramouche sits up in bed, looking at you with wide eyes before they melt into something like relief. He already knows you’re okay, so you’re not sure what he’s so worked up about, but you’re about to give him a reason.

Crossing the small room in a few steps, you press one knee into the bed and ball your fist in the front of his shirt angrily. “Why’d I wake up alone?”

“Because you were sleeping…?” Scaramouche trails off, eyes darting from your fist to your face, incredulity painted clearly. “Was I supposed to sit and weep at your bedside?”

“That’s what I expected after what happened. Weren’t you just a little worried?”

“A little?” He laughs, like your frustration at his hot-and-cold nature is something funny. “Do you know how it felt for our link to snap? I thought you were dead. All I had was a message in gibberish and a headache of my own after fighting that thing off.”

Your mouth snaps shut, you look at him searchingly, trying to decipher the truth behind all of this. Something inside you knows, and you encourage that part to speak up, but it just… doesn’t. Your own confusion clouds everything, and your hand slips from the front of his shirt to fall in your lap as you slump to sit on the bed.

Hoping he has some kind of answer, you open your mouth to ask, and are silenced by exactly what you’d been hoping for.

So similar to how he’d laid his hand at the back of your neck during that little dance, he uses that same grip to pull you in and kiss you. The focal point adjusts, everything comes into startling clarity, and you grip at his shirt again to kiss him back with unexpected ferocity. Scaramouche meets you blow for blow, testing to see how far you’ll go before you back down and he can take over.

The thought of that annoys you more than you expected. After all this, how he’s treated you, you’re not quite willing to let him have this one over you.

With both hands, you push him down onto the bed, quicker than he can attempt to stop you. At least, not without conviction, but he doesn’t try either way. His head tilts up, mouth pulling away with a sharp gasp as you straddle his hips and tower over him in one of the few ways you ever have.

“It’s still there, isn’t it? The connection.” You tilt your head, looking down with disarming curiosity, even as your fingers hook around the band of his pants, nails scratching against stark hip bones. “You never severed it, even when you were mad. Why?”

“Why do you think?” Scaramouche counters, and you snap the band of his shorts in response, earning a little hiss from behind his teeth. Through his hair in his eyes, he looks up at you almost challengingly. “If I had, you would’ve come running.”

“Like you did?” You taunt back, palms pressing to his shoulders again, your full weight resting on his hips. Despite the antagonism - or perhaps because of it - Scaramouche stirs beneath you in a way that you’d been hoping for. Selfishly, you hoped that you weren’t misreading all of this, that his feelings aligned with yours at least on this base level.

Scaramouche says nothing to your barb, instead gripping at the sheets below as his eyes flutter closed and his teeth grit together. That won’t do, and you make your dissatisfaction known by rocking your hips forward, dragging along him in a friction that doesn’t just sate your own hunger. Through his teeth, a strangled whine leaks out and it’s almost as sweet as the songs you can make on your own.

Better, but not quite. He’ll fight you the whole way, you know, so you release him. And he doesn’t move, only looking at you through half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, anticipation on the tip of his tongue as it darts out to wet his lips.

Thumbs hooked into the band of your pants, you push them down in one move with your underwear, uncaring for modesty. There’s no use in it when he’s sprawled out the way he is, hard and just as desperate as you are. The least he could do is undress himself for you, but he’s almost too willing to go along with it all and stay where you put him.

It’s annoying, and a little empowering.

Tugging him free, just enough for his length to spring out and smear the beaded arousal against your knuckles, you straddle him once more. Something burns in his eyes as he looks up at you, so different from the annoyance from so often before. It’s something hungry and yearning now, colored with that same desperation that had been in his voice during your brief lucidity on the ship.

There are screens everywhere in his room, all powered off and threatening to show your reflection that is certainly a mirror of his own in its desire. You keep your eyes on his, your hands on his chest, pushing down as you sink onto him and try desperately not to marvel at how he seems to fit perfectly. Perhaps he wasn’t only made for the purposes he claimed; maybe he was also made for you.

The thought makes your mind run wild, and what you intended to be slow and drawn out devolves quickly into a greedy back-and-forth, your hips rocking as his expression starts to crumble, his eyes turning to the ceiling only for you to grab his chin and bring him back to you. Your thumb prods at his lip, slipping in to press against grit teeth that stifle the noises he makes as you fuck yourself on him.

“None of that, don’t you dare.” You warn, thumbnail pressing into the seam between his top and bottom teeth, worming your way in until he can’t hold you off any longer. The pad of your thumb slides along his tongue as if to coax the broken moan that tears from the back of his throat, the bottom of his chest.

Your thumb pushes a little further, just far enough that he jerks in response beneath you, the movement causing him to buck upward and drive deeper. His own actions treat you to more of those sweet sounds, and you hook your thumb instead against his cheek, feeling the roughness where he so often chews on it in annoyance.

Each movement of your hips is accompanied by a wet sound, not entirely of your own making but also the man beneath you whose nails scrape against the bed in a bid to ground himself. Before he can clamp his teeth together again, you all but purr, “No point in being quiet, it’s just us. Just me and you.”

Just you, and him, and the building sensation of burning in your gut as you ride him ruthlessly, taking more than you’re giving, angling just right to reach your own pleasure. He’ll get his eventually, but something about the way he wears desperation makes you want to see it a little longer. As you pull your fingers from his mouth and lean back, truly taking him all the way to where you need it most, you’re feeling a little vindictive.

Your hands brace behind you on his knees as you arch, your thighs closing around him and knees digging into his bottom ribs. If it hurts, all he does is appreciate it and throb within you, desperate to feel what you’re feeling as you cum with a drawn-out moan that trembles at the edges.

But his appreciation only lasts for so long, and as you fall still and catch your breath, his hips roll upward expectantly, like he’s trying to remind you of something you’d forgotten. Of course you haven’t, but you stay still as he pushes up into you again, and again, trying and failing to make it feel as good as it had when you were doing it.

“C’mon… please…” Scaramouche forces out, both words punctuated by a futile thrust up into your heat as you idly watch him struggle. It must feel good; he’s still hard. One of his hands reaches out to grasp your thigh, fingertips digging in hard enough that it hurts you. “I was so close-”

“Keep going, then. If you want me so badly.”

Your words don’t hold as much weight when you’re weak from your own release, but not as weak as he is when beneath you. His voice is just as thin, pleading, “I need it. I need you, please.”

You can oblige, since he asked so nicely. Pushing forward once more, you brace on his chest and lift your hips, quietly lamenting the feeling of him being pulled from you. The remedy comes quickly with you pushing yourself down hard enough that he cries out wordlessly in a short burst of ecstasy.

Leaning forward more, giving yourself some room to work, you abandon the back-and-forth from before to instead nearly bounce on his cock, the bed protesting with the sudden rough movements, just as you hiss at his nails digging into your thigh. Maybe he’ll leave marks, maybe you won’t be so upset about that.

“Please… please, please, don’t stop,” Scaramouche’s other hand strikes out against the wall next to the bed, the side of his fist slamming into the metal once before his palm slaps it and drags down. Anything to relieve himself, anything at all. Even shameless begging, “I-I’m going to… ngh! Shit-!”

The thought of denying him again doesn’t cross your mind, not while the very corners of his eyes dot with desperate tears, his chest expanding and contracting with each shuddering moan. Scaramouche’s peak is visceral, each wave hitting him with a throbbing of his cock inside you. You bend down close to his face, fingers smoothing away at the just-shed tears before they can slip into his hair from down his temples.

Are they from just this, you wonder? Or the leftovers of his own panic after your botched mission? It’s hard to say, but you wipe them away just the same and kiss at his lips that are chapped from his shameless moaning.

The link between you feels stretched taut, both sides seeming to pull on it to ensure its existence. Scaramouche’s hands curl around your shoulder blades, pulling you closer than any digitized connection could.

“Are we okay?”

Scaramouche hums in quiet acknowledgment, an agreement without words. You’ll owe him an apology at some point later, or maybe this all could suffice, but for now you listen to the quiet hum of the servers at the other end of the room, the steady thrum of his heart against your ear, his breathing getting slower.

You’ve never seen him sleep before; he murmurs something incoherent that you spend far too long trying to figure out. And when you do come up with three words, three syllables, you’re not sure you’ve heard him right.

Pillow talk for the morning, you think.

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Happy new year!!! 🥳 could I request a prompt with Dimitri / Claude where they surprise Byleth for the new year? I imagine their post game where Byleth is separated from them for a while bc of their respective duties so a surprise reunion would be super cute 🥹

(This was so much fun to write ;; A ;; )

Claude: Running a country as a new king was no joke, though becoming the religious head of an entire continent (with no experience) wasn’t any easier. It was only natural that when you first started talking about what to do, and what the expectations would be in your new roles, it would mean some distance was required.

What you didn’t realize was that “little distance” thing turned into a long-term absence. Of course, letters were exchanged every day; and the timing of the responses varied depending on the carrier and the weather.

But you were in constant contact, calways wishing to see one another and longing for the separation to reach its end.

It felt more like you were widowed for six months, conversing with a very charming ghost.

“Seteth…what are the possibilities for taking a sabbatical this year?”

You could feel the prime minister’s hackles raise at the very thought.

“It is the same as I told you last autumn, Archbishop; it’s simply not possible with your current position.”

‘But we’ve been working non-stop since the ceremony- surely we can spare a few days' rest.”

“Not with the relations between kingdoms still in such a dire state. If we were to step away now, and they were to find out, the people would become even more upset. They would feel as though we are trivializing their very lives.”

“I don't want that.” You admitted, looking down at the towering mess of papers on your desk. “But...people are allowed to have days of rest.”

“They are, indeed.” Seteth agreed, “However, we must bear in mind that we are not just any ‘people’. Our obligations transcend those whom we serve.”

It did very little to invigorate you or ease your stress. If anything, Seteth was simply piling them on higher and at a much faster pace. He was not the best at rousing speeches.

“Still…we’ve been working non-stop like this for months…surely we’ll have to slow down and rest so as not to falter later?”

“I do see your point, but I believe we are far from in need of such relief. After all, we bear the expectations of all Fodlan on our shoulders; you moreso, as both a queen and the Archbishop. I would argue that it is more necessary that we continue to push without wasting a single moment.”

“I would argue the opposite…” You mumbled, and the dragon-eared man was polite enough not to acknowledge it. After all, there was a particular reason why he was laying on the pressure so thick.

He wouldn’t have agreed to do so without there being a much desired reward waiting for you. You’d been working harder than most to pull Fodlan back from the struggles of war, and the rebuilding was being overseen in as many areas with the greatest detail you could bring to the table.

You hadn’t heard it yet; it would be a few minutes more.

“Milady, I empathize with your argument, but we must make sure not to allow such temptations that follow a ‘slowdown’, so to speak. It may be difficult for you to ever regain your vigor and our work will suffer for it!”

“Seteth, please…” You groaned, your head hitting the stack of paper before you. There was a good chance the ink hadn’t dried yet, but that was the least of your worries.

The minister worked hard to suppress his smile. Instead he continued to prattle on and on about the importance of diligence, duty, discipline, and several other responsible “d” words, until you heard a shift, outside.

As a matter of fact, you heard the sound of people gathering just below your office, towards the front gates.

And following that rabble was…a wyvern’s wingbeat.

You sat up from the papers, eyes narrowed. There weren’t any wyvern riders that were scheduled to be patrolling this time of day.

And the only person who could possibly be riding in and exciting everyone would be-

“Claude?”

Seteth grinned, watching the hope spark in your eyes. You hurried from your desk, pulling the balcony doors back.

The shimmering white scales of his beloved wyvern reflected the sunlight right into your eyes. But you knew that roar, and you could recognize that gorgeous, golden cape from a mile away.

With a sharp gasp you turned on your heel and burst from the room. The stairs were too far-- no, the front gate was-! You had to move as quickly as possible.

That man had been gone for so long. You hadn’t seen each other in ages, but now he was flying right up to the monastery out of the blue!

You wracked your brain, trying to think if he’d referenced coming to visit you in any of his letters. Though perhaps it was easier said than done, as the closer you got to the front doors, the harder it was to think of anything other than him.

Mercifully, you did not have to wait until you were outside. The king of Almyra had already made his way inside the building. He was halfway across the great hall, speaking with Hilda about something completely inconsequential.

Well, inconsequential to you. Because all that mattered was the instant your eyes locked, and you could feel the joy build in your chest.

“Claude!!”

The Archbishop’s voice raising was already surprising, but to see her running towards her husband, decorum be damned, was a stunning sight for any bystander.

Claude’s face lit up at the sight of you, his arms spread wide to accept you.

“Byleth!!” Your name was a laugh on his lips; the very sound of his voice made your heart soar. You closed the distance and all but leapt into his arms.

His mere touch was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His scent, his laughter, his…his everything…it overwhelmed your senses in the best of ways.

“I’m home, By.”

“Welcome back,” Your voice was muffled against his neck, his embrace tight and wanting, with zero intention of letting you go. “I missed you so much…!”

“I missed you too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you.” He murmured, peppering kisses into your hair between his breaths of laughter.

“I didn’t have a clue- but when did you say you were coming?? I can’t remember reading a single word about you visiting.” You gathered yourself enough to ask, pulling back to look up at your husband.

He grinned at you, squeezing your waist. “That’s because it was a surprise. I cleared it with Seteth about a month ago; you and I are going to take a nice, long break from all this intercontinental repair.”

It was hard to balance your desire to take in every detail of his face and simply kissing him senseless.

“Really?”

“Of course; I’ve been waiting for ages because I know how badly you’ve wanted to get away. You’ve been talking about it in your letters for the last…three months, I think.”

“I suppose I’m not as subtle when I’m writing to you.” You smiled sheepishly, “I would love to take a vacation with you, my love.”

“Gods, I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long.” He sighed, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss. You held his face in your hands, relishing the scruff along his jaw and the warmth of his skin.

“Hear what?” You whispered against his lips, your hands shifting from his cheeks to the collar of his tunic, tugging him closer. Your bodies were practically pressed against each other; you couldn’t have gotten closer if you wanted to.

“To hear you call me ‘my love’. I haven’t heard it in so long…I’m afraid your written word doesn’t hold a candle to the sweetness of your voice.”

“You flatter me.” You blushed, kissing the beaming smile he wore with warm reverence. “Shall we have a proper reunion upstairs? I’d love to hear all about these plans you have for our vacation, but I think we both have some more pressing matters to attend to.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.” Claude chuckled, and swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the corridor that had mercifully been emptied at some point during your touching reunion.

You were sure the rumors were swirling around the monastery from the bystanders who hadn’t escaped quickly enough, but it was the last thing on your mind.

After all, your sweet husband was back home in your arms…and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Especially after such a punishing several months’ work without him.

You peeked around the corner, making sure no one was nearby while he strode towards the stairs with a particular skip in his step.

“I’ve been waiting to say this for a while, but…”

“Say whatever’s on your mind; I’ve been dying to hear it for ages.”

You leaned up to his ear, whispering those longing words.

“Welcome home, Khalid.”

He nearly tripped up the stairs and took you tumbling with him. When he steadied himself, he pressed his forehead to yours, his whole face flushed.

“If you’re not gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences, Teach.” He grumbled, making you laugh. You kissed his nose, squeezing your arms around his shoulders.

“I haven’t been able to say your name in so long either, you know…I wanted to give you a proper welcome.”

His grin turned mischievous, hoisting you back up and starting up the steps with renewed vigor.

“Don’t you worry about that- we’re about to have the greatest reunion of all time! And an even better vacation after that, might I add.”

You didn’t get a chance to ask him what the plans were until several hours later. But you weren't particularly bothered by it.

Having your Khalid beside you again was everything you could have asked for, and more.

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Dimitri: He’d gotten the worried letter from Prime Minister Seteth about three days ago. He was already deeply depressed because he hadn’t seen you in such a long time.

It was incredibly difficult, how you were trying so hard and working to get everything in order for the greater continent of Fodlan.

You were working from the monastery, and had remained there long after the two of you were crowned as the king and queen of Faerghus.

It was deeply upsetting to have spent the first several months of your marriage apart. But it was nothing that heartfelt letters that were practically 300-page journals between each of you.

So when he received a much more brief letter with Seteth’s seal on it instead of the expected loving message from his wife, Dimitri was concerned.

When he read its contents, he was consumed with worry.

“King Dimitri, it is with deep concern that I write to you regarding your wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan. I am afraid she has become obsessed with work to the point that she cannot seem to remove herself from it.

The few times I was able to ascertain the reason behind this change in behavior is due to her separation from her spouse. I believe it would be prudent to schedule a visit to the monastery immediately. I fear she has stopped taking care of herself; her eating and sleeping habits have become practically non-existent.

Please write with ideal dates and times that you would be able to join us. We anticipate a swift response, milord.”

Dimitri had the troops rallied and the Blue Lions en route to the monastery without a second more hesitation. He sent a pegasus knight ahead to relay the information as quickly as possible.

But there was a little more time to waste! His wife was neglecting her well-being, and even though he had no idea how he was supposed to fix it, he knew that he missed her just as terribly and wanted to do anything in his power to make everything better.

He galloped through the forests of Fodlan, not slowing down even in the face of bandits or dangerous weather.

With the help of the Lions and their unwavering support for the royal couple, the valiant group turned what was typically a weeks’ sojourn to the central mountain range into a four day journey, instead.

And as soon as they were there, Dimitri all but ripped the front gates from their ancient, unmoving hinges.

There was no time to waste. His Beloved needed him!

“King Dimitri has arrived!” The gatekeeper managed to squawk out, sending the passersby into a confused frenzy of excitement and panic. What in the world was the Archbishop’s husband doing here, now??

Dimitri did not bother to socialize or engage with anyone outside of the green-haired man hurrying to meet him, opening the massive old doors that led into the main hall.

“Thank Sothis you arrived so quickly. I just received word from the envoy you sent hardly a day ago; it is a miracle you were able to travel with such swiftness!”

“And not a moment too late, I hope. Where is my wife?” Dimitri asked, breathless from his endless onslaught to visit his dearest.

Seteth motioned towards the stairwell. “She is locked in her office, as always. I fear it has been difficult to access her, even as her right hand. She is deeply troubled by your absence, milord. More So than even she realizes.”

“It saddens me to learn this…but I will do everything in my power to help Byleth in any way I can.” He spoke a solemn promise, striding to the steps and making his way to your office.

A swirl of memories, sweet and bitter, filled his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen the monastery, let alone restored to most of its former glory.

It was not his favorite place to be, and in spite of all the good things that happened there, he would not lose any sleep over the thought of leaving it behind permanently.

Especially if his having to rule the kingdom while you languished in the ancient halls could cause such a panic.

He hesitated at the door of your office, finding it was indeed locked when he tried to turn the knob. He knocked on the old oak once, twice, three times…but you did not answer.

So he opted to pound on the door, instead.

“Byleth!! Byleth, my love…are you in there? Can you hear me??” His fist hit the door again, with more urgency. There was an indent starting to form where he struck the wood.

There was no answer. He grit his teeth, hitting the door harder.

“It’s me, Dimitri! Open the door- everyone is worried about you! You must-” His hand went straight through the wood, and not a moment too soon.

The punctured hole, while embarrassing, did provide immediate access to the door knob on the other side.

Dimitri dismissed the damage done and opened the door, swinging it into the wall with another crack that likely destroyed the structural integrity of the poor thing.

The sound of wood splintering was enough to get your attention, however. You had been slumped over your arm at your desk, a quill halfway falling out of your hand when the sudden eruption of noise startled you awake.

Your eyes were wild with exhaustion and confusion, only to find a large, black and blonde blob storming towards you.

“Beloved!!”

You gasped at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. That couldn’t be right, he was far away, back home in Faerghus…his last correspondence with you had been only a week ago.

This was surely a figment of your over exhausted imagination, right?

“D…Dima?”

“Thank goodness, you’re at least conscious.” He exhaled heavily, rushing around the side of the desk so that he might place his hands on your shoulders. “I was knocking at your door and calling for you- did you truly not hear me?”

“Dima…w-what are you doing here?”

“Dammit, your skin is so pale. The shadows under your eyes- and you’re clearly underfed! Byleth, what has happened to you? How could this have happened?”

“I…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands which trembled in your lap. Dimitri followed your gaze, feeling his heart twist in his chest.

“Nevermind. You're in dire need of rest, Beloved. I will take you to our quarters immediately. When you wake up, I will have some food ready and waiting.”

“But…but Dima, how did you-?”

“I received an urgent message from Prime Minister Seteth.” He explained simply, taking you up from your seat and carrying you from the office. “He said that you were neglecting your health, and it is quite clear to me that is the case.”

“W-wait, you don’t have to carry me, Dimitri, I-”

“I will not risk injury because you have not been taking care of yourself. I will see to it that you are well rested and well fed before you’re ready to have a conversation about your health. Am I clear?”

You fell silent, realizing that the firm yet gentle touch was indeed quite real. That your husband had arrived from across the land to come to your aid.

Perhaps you were in worse shape than you first thought.

Dimitri took your silence as a sign that you either conceded defeat, were falling asleep, or both. Regardless, you weren’t far from your bedroom.

The attendants and knights who were anywhere nearby as the king crossed the long corridors were quick to scatter, or politely avert their eyes as he tended to you.

With far greater care than when he’d “opened” your office door, he let himself into the Archbishop’s quarters and made sure to fasten the lock as well.

The world shifted around you, and you were suddenly in the soft embrace of your bed. Gods, how long has it been since you were lying there, of all places?

Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed, taking your ankles up and resting your feet in his lap. He began to undo the laces on your shoes, handling you as though you were glass (a technique ingrained in him since he was little).

“Dima, you don’t have to do all this…”

“You need to rest, Beloved, and I have many, many months of tending to you that I must make up for. Please, allow me to do this much.”

You hummed softly, letting him finish his work on your shoes. Then he prompted you to sit up, slipping the coat from your shoulders and shifting the pillows so that you could recline far more comfortably.

His hand cradled your head, guiding you back down so that you laid fully across the bed.

The covers weren’t drawn over you, though. Instead, Dimitri unclasped his heavy, fur-laden cloak, and draped it over you.

The overwhelming comfort at being surrounded by his scent nearly brought tears to your eyes. This was indeed your Dimitri. Not a figment of your imagination, this time.

You drew the furry cape closer to your face, nuzzling against the fabric with a soft sniffle.

Dimitri’s smile was sad, but the tension that had wracked his body seemed to have eased at the sight of you.

“Please, rest, my dearest. I will have food prepared and waiting for you by the time you are better.”

“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, as if the pull of sleep wasn’t already taking hold.

Dimitri laughed softly, carding a hand through his hair.

“I am still in full regalia, my love. I fear I will be a poor bedfellow.”

“Just until I’m asleep.” You insisted, “I…I missed you so much.”

As if he could say no to that.

Dimitri walked over to his side of the bed, careful in joining you so that he didn’t dip the mattress and jostle you out of your far too comfortable position.

He propped himself up on one elbow, facing you on his side so that you might have full access to him.

And take advantage, you did. Dimitri flushed when you shifted over, burying your face in his chest and curling your fingers into his tunic. The soft clinking of all the metal bits and pieces didn’t seem to bother you. He wasn’t in his armor, but the formal layers of Faerghus’ royal uniform did not make for excellent nightwear.

The queen did not seem to mind, however.

“I’m so happy you’re here…”” You mumbled into his chest, feeling strong arms wrap wholly around you, drawing you in as close as he could.

“I have longed for you, terribly, in the time we have been apart. I could not bear to be away from you any longer when Seteth sent for me.”

“I must remember to thank him for his wisdom…I may very well have wasted away had he not asked you to come. It…felt so hard, going through all this work without you by my side.”

“It was no more joyful in Faerghus, I’m afraid. Ruling as king feels cold and empty without you there, right alongside me.”

You nodded into his heartbeat, melting when his fingers worked through your hair.

There was no way you’d stay up a moment longer.

“But all that matters is we’re together now. And once we have you full and smiling again, I believe we ought to make plans to visit the countryside. The snow is glistening this time of year, up in the northern mountains…I can finally introduce you to the rarer parts of our home.”

“I would…love to…” You yawned, wide and obvious.

Dimitri bit his tongue to keep from fawning. You were too cute when you weren't even trying.

“ Please rest, Beloved. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake. I will not leave your side again.”

“Thank you for this…and…thank you for coming… I'm so happy you love me so much.”

“As am I.” He kissed your forehead, squeezing you gently. “I have been yearning to see you for far too long. To hold you in my arms, even in less ideal circumstances…I could be any happier.”

“I love you, Dima.”

“I love you, too.” He beamed, before gingerly tapping his forehead to yours. “Now rest. Sleep. I beg of you.”

You smiled softly. Perhaps Dimitri was right; you were indeed long overdue for a good nap.

It wouldn’t be until seven hours later, well into the nighttime, that you came back around.

But Dimitri was ready and waiting, a beautiful meal set aside on the nightstand and waiting to be enjoyed by the royal couple.

And of course it was immediately paid for by a mess of urgent kisses from wife to husband, wrapping your arms around him and rolling to lay atop him, your hands happily pressed to his chest.

How you missed that strong, thundering heartbeat.

The food would have to wait, unfortunately; you both had much more pressing matters to tend to.

Especially for the next seven days, as prescribed by the monastery clerics to prevent further burnout.

While you were certain Dimitri had some influence in this decision (ie, nearly all), you couldn’t help but relish every single second you got to spend, alone and warm with your fiercely loyal lion.

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