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midnight love (part 4)

please find the other parts via my masterlist in the pinned post on my blog!

pairing: megumi x f!reader summary: after surprising you on your 21st birthday, you ditch your friends to be with Megumi and finally talk. How will things be between the two of you, after everything that happened? genre: angst, but there's smut in the end heh content warning: !aged up characters!, college au, abusive/toxic relationship and dynamics, dark content, euphoria inspired dialogue (the part in the car is heavily inspired but I just love that conversation), mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking/cigarettes, explicit smut I guess lol word count: 6.7k

a/n: honestly, even if one person likes and comments on my writing it motivates me to keep going so thank you @denkisupremacist ily. also thanks to everyone else that commented/liked/reblogged the other parts. if u want to be tagged just dm me <3

recommended songs: midnight love - girl in red / I THINK - Tyler, The Creator / Altitude - Montell Fish / Exscape - Montell Fish

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ! MDNI ! 18+

It wasn't that you liked lying to your friends. But as soon as you stepped back into the bar and slipped the necklace Megumi had just given you into your pocket, you knew you had to come up with an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible.

"There you are!"

Yuji and Yuta were standing in front of you. They had both put on their jackets and looked at you with relief as you walked through the door.

"We came to check on you, you've been gone for almost half an hour," Yuji says, and you see Yuta's eyes follow your hand as you stuff the necklace into your pocket, but he says nothing.

"Uh—sorry, guys I could’ve texted one of you," you mumble, "my mum, she, uh, just had a lot to talk about."

Yuji’s is about to return to the others and take you with him to complete his mission as you link arms with him, when suddenly you both hear Yuta clear his throat. You spin around, feeling caught as you see the tall boy still standing there, frozen in place, his expression telling you that he didn't buy your story.

You hesitate for a moment, but then you give Yuta a questioning look.

"Really? Did something happen? I mean, it's late, why didn't she call you earlier if she wanted to talk?", Yuta asks and you let go of Yuji's arm, who oblivious to the suggestiveness in Yuta's voice. You watch him make his way back to your table before turning back to Yuta.

"No, everything's fine," you start as Yuta avoids your gaze and looks outside through the large windows in the entrance, as if he expected someone to be waiting there, "I guess my mum just misses me.

"Are you waiting for someone or shall we go back?" you finally ask him with a smile on your lips as he turns back to you.

"The texts that popped up on your phone earlier weren't from your mum, y/n."

You flinch, barely noticeable, as you hear what Yuta says to you. You had already turned away from him to join the others, deciding that if he wanted to investigate any further, he could do so on his own.

"Yuta, please…", you groan and look at him, rolling your eyes.

Now you really wanted to avoid him, so instead of going back to the others, you made your way through the people towards the bar in the back.

"No, stop avoiding me, I know he texted you." You heard his voice from right behind you. Great, he followed you.

"What do you want to hear now?", you ask him, turning to look him straight in the eye. He holds your gaze, towering over you as he takes off his jacket. You climb onto one of the stools by the bar and cross your arms like a stubborn child.

"I want to hear that you're not only getting older but also more mature, y/n," Yuta sighs, plopping down on the bar stool right next to you.

"How long have we known each other now? Three years? Four years? You were already Maki's best friend when I met you two."

"What’s you point, Yuta? Is it because of Maki? I don't think he'll do anything to her, I can assure you..."

"No, y/n, he won't do anything to her, but he will do something to you, and you don't want to realize that."

"Yuta, he said he’s sorry, he was drunk and he saw me with Choso, that was kind of my fault, I-", you protest, "I triggered that reaction."

You could see the spark of desperation flash across Yuta's face. It wasn't your fault, you didn't provoke him, you didn't trigger his reaction - but you weren't ready to admit that.

"He would never hurt me on purpose, I think he just needs... help," you added, "I can help him."

Yuta pressed his lips together and closed his eyes for a tiny moment. His sigh was clearly audible, he rubbed his temples as if his head hurt.

"None of us can protect you," he admitted, before taking a deep breath, "and I can't bear to hold my girlfriend in my arms over and over again while she cries because her best friend wakes up next to her from a panic attack five nights in a row, because she was assaulted and almost strangled by a guy she thinks loves her."

His words force you to look up at him and your eyes widen as you realize what he had just said. Maki has always been so strong for you, you don't remember when you last saw her crying, and now you realize how selfish you have been. You were only able to put up with everything Megumi had done to you because your friends were there to catch you.

"And I'm afraid of the day I'll find out that this guy has gone too far and I'll never be able to see my friend again." Yuta takes one of the two beers he ordered for both of you and takes a sip.

You swallow, amazed at how quickly this conversation had turned.

"Yuta, you know Megumi, you know what his problems are, I can't leave him, I love him," you blurt out, "I can't leave him."

"I haven't really known him for a while now, and I think he needs therapy before he's allowed to ever come near you again."

"You're not his personal punching bag, fuck, y/n, I've seen that before with my mum and my - my dad."

Your heart starts beating faster as you listen to what he reveals. He's never told you that before.

"He won't change," he mumbles, taking another sip, his gaze averted from you.

"That," his eyes were on your neck now, making you want to turn away from him, "you can still cover up. Next will be the black eye and the broken nose."

"If you’re lucky," he adds quietly. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

It was just like the conversation with Yuji, you just couldn't argue, you had no arguments. You could justify everything to yourself, but to Yuta? To Yuji? To Maki? Of course they were right, but you didn't want to hear it. You didn't believe that you could be alone and you didn't believe that you could ever love another person the way you loved Megumi. What could you say to your friends, your friends who had been worried from the beginning?

Megumi had once belonged to this group, until he changed more and more and your relationship grew more difficult.

So you wondered what you should tell your friends in the future. Right in this moment, you couldn't even look Yuta in the eye, especially him, he had been the first to notice…

"Let me go, Megumi, you’re hurting me," you begged, pressed up against the wall. It was dark, of course it was, you went out tonight with all of your friends and you were far away from the dance floors upstairs. It was so dark that you could barely make out his face, only occasionally did a few lights flash across his features.

He had one hand on your hip, his fingers digging into your bare skin, while the other had a firm grip on your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"What was that, huh?", he spat at you, he was nearly fuming, his body pressed up against yours in an attempt to keep you in place, "Were you flirting with him? I saw the looks you gave him."

"'Gumi he’s in one of my seminars, it was noth—ow!" You grimace in pain as his hand leaves your hip and grabs your upper arm instead, pulling you along with him. He walks a few steps until you are at the foot of the stairs leading up. Megumi rears up in front of you, towering over you as he forces you a few more steps backwards into the cramped space between the stairs and the wall.

"No, stop, what are you doing, I don’t-", you protest, but you have no chance to escape, "Stop this nonsense, Megumi, nothing happened, let me..."

"You’re dressed like a fucking hooker for what, hmm? For him?", he growled, the tone of his voice silencing you in an instant, "Wanna show me what you wanted to do to him?" He pushed you against the wall. You groaned as you lost your balance for a second and hit the back of your head.

"Come on, don’t be so shy now."

You stared up at your boyfriend, trapped between him and the wall behind you. His hands were groping all over your body, and you felt his right hand move up to grab your chin again, but this time it didn't stay there. Instead, his fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly, but none of that seemed familiar. He had done this before, in another setting, he knew you liked it, but this time was different. Even though it was dark, you could see the lust in his eyes, but there was none in yours. And you could feel how upset he was, he was angry and rough and you knew that he didn't care what you wanted at the moment.

"Stop, I—I don’t want this, let me go," you sobbed and tried to wriggle out of his grip, "Megumi, please, let me go…"

"What the fuck, man, leave her alone."

You looked up to see Yuta rushing down the stairs, grabbing Megumi by the shoulders and pulling him back without waiting for any more context. He read the situation right, so he didn't need you to confirm anything for him.

He heard you the first time.

"Fuck, man, what was that supposed to be? What's wrong with you?", he shouted at him, pushing him back, further down the hall. Yuta actually was a bit taller than Megumi and was able to keep him in check, even if he fought back. You had probably never seen Yuta this upset and Megumi seemed to think the same, but you had no intention of staying to see what they would make of it.

As soon as Megumi was busy with Yuta, you gave him a thankful look and hurried up the stairs, right into Maki’s arms. She quickly realised what was going on and sent Yuji to separate the two.

After that, you left with her and Nobara and that was the first of many nights you spent in Maki's bed, instead of your own.

"Hey, guys, there you are," Maki interrupts the two of you as she walks over to her boyfriend and puts her arm around his waist.

Noticing that the others have also gathered around you, obviously ready to leave, you look in the other direction and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.

"We've decided to move on," Yuji says excitedly, "we'll either go to another bar or back to our apartment, what do you think?"

"That's actually a good idea," Yuta chimes in, standing up and grabbing his jacket before taking Maki's hand, "let's go."

You stand up as well and take your chance while you can.

"Guys, I would love to come with you, but I have to retake an exam on Monday and I think I really need to catch up on some sleep," you explain, and you're not even lying, "Shoko offered to drive me home, she's already waiting for me outside, so I think I should go."

Well, that was a lie.

Your friends protest, but you ignored them - you had already put on your jacket and were about to give each of them a big hug.

"Thank you for the surprise," you say and wave goodbye, "Honestly guys, it was so much fun with you, thank you."

You smile and did your best to avoid their glances, trying not to look at Yuta, Choso or Maki, who had probably already seen through you as well.

"See you," you mumble and turn around, taking your phone out of your purse to text Megumi before you had even left the bar.

You grin to yourself, eyes glued to you phone as you push open the door, your other hand fishing the necklace out of the pocket of your jeans. You put your phone back in your purse before you put your necklace back on when you hear another notification.

Megumi had sent you his location, so you followed the map on your phone screen without looking back. You were already quite far away and out of sight, but if you had turned around, you would have seen how your friends left the bar. And then you would have seen how Gojo and Getou were standing outside with them, with Shoko in their middle, waiting for the others.

Shoko, who, as you told them earlier, was supposed to drive you home.

You are just about to get into his car as a call from Maki appears on your screen. Instead of answering it, you reject the call, and you lean over to Megumi to kiss him. Then you turn off your phone.

***

I know I don’t want to Be the one that you run to When you got nowhere else to go When you need some love

You watched as Megumi tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, while you were silently listening to the music playing in the car. He had one hand on your thigh and while he was driving the two of you sat in comfortable silence. The setting was much too familiar for you to be nervous around him.

"Why did you not even hesitate for a second when I texted you earlier?"

I know I’m the last one You try to call but I always give in To give you it all

"What?", you ask after a moment. You understood what he said, but still.

"I know I hurt you, I mean-" He looked over to you, before turning back to the street.

"I mean, not only physically but also.. emotionally."

Yue.

The images of him being all over her came back flooding to your brain and you just shook your head as if you were trying to get those thoughts out of your mind.

"Can we not talk about that?", you ask and try to smile at him, while you feel his hand squeezing your thigh.

I can’t be your midnight love When your silver is my gold

Megumi stays quiet after that. You sink deeper into the seat and think about the last time you sat here, think about what you said to him.

"Sometimes I feel like you've ruined me forever," you say after a while, staring out of the windshield in front of you. You let your head fall back against the headrest, before turning to look at him.

In this light, I swear I’m blind In this light, I swear you’re mine

"Well, it does sound romantic when you say it like that," Megumi replies after thinking about your words for a little while.

"I still love you, you know that?" He looks at you.

"Yeah, you said that, after kissing me goodbye earlier," you mumble, not taking your eyes off him,

"But why, though? Why do you love me, when you do all this?"

You can see that he thinks about your question for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s probably not quite what you wanted to hear. Rather, you wanted to hear why he hurt you so much, again and again, when he said he loved you.

"'Cause you’re smart. And cruel, in a way, but not really. You’re so beautiful I don’t ever get tired of looking at you."

"Not really smart?", you ask.

"Not really cruel," Megumi says.

You nod and you don’t say anything after that, at least not for little while. Instead, you watch the lights go by as the car pulls off the highway and slows down after another few minutes, eventually coming to a stop and you realize you're in the parking lot in front of Megumis dorm building.

You look over at him, once again.

"You know, it’s funny that you say that," you observe, "it’s funny because that’s something I didn’t really realize until after you broke up with me."

"That you’re the cruel one, and not me."

You swallow and feel his hand leaving your thigh to turn off the car.

"Did you know that I loved you?", you ask, without taking your eyes off of him, "Of course you know that, I’ve told you often enough."

You told him right in this car, a few weeks ago. The exact same thing.

"I’ll probably sound like a broken record but I’m not talking about obsessing over you, or fighting or fucking," you declare and your hands start trembling, "I’m talking about love."

"Did you feel loved by me?" The question rolls of your tongue so easily but the minute you asked, you were afraid of the answer.

"I don’t know." He says, almost to quiet for you to hear him. That’s what you were afraid of.

"I don’t know if I feel anything, really," he adds,

"I just know that I love you. And I haven’t stopped, ever, since the moment I first saw you."

I hope that the right time one day arrives So I’ll be willing to let this die Able to look you right in the eyes Say I’m not your consolation prize

"You wanna stay the night?", he then asks, one hand still on the steering wheel, as if he needs to hold on to something.

"I’d love to," you reply immediately.

***

You hadn't even made it into his dorm room as you were already pressed up against him, the two of you tightly entwined, one of his hands roaming your body while the other one was trying to unlock the door. As soon as you stepped into the building together you'd closed the distance between you, pressed your lips so gently to his, and he didn't stop kissing or touching you since, the way up to the second floor taking longer than expected.

You couldn't even begin to describe how good it was to feel him, to taste him, to smell him, to be pressed up against his body, to feel his breath on your skin as you heard the small pants he released into your mouth.

When Megumi finally manages to open the door, you almost lose your balance and you interrupt the kiss to catch yourself from stumbling. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to catch you, his arms already wrapped around your body anyway. You noticed how content he looked, his eyes never once leaving yours, instead he seemed to get lost in them as he maneuvered you backwards into his apartment.

"What abou—mhmm," you try to ask, but you're quickly interrupted by Megumi pressing his lips to yours again as he closes the door behind you.

"What about Noritoshi?", you try again as he pulls away.

"Hmm?", he asks, and you can almost see the question marks popping up above his head.

Not a second later it dawns on him.

"Ohh, no, he's still out of the country," he says, kicking off his shoes, before locking his lips with yours again.

Right, his roommate's semester abroad, you almost forgot that he’s living alone at the moment.

"Thank God," you murmur against his lips as you slip your hands under his hoodie and t-shirt, pushing them both up and feeling the goosebumps on his skin as you touch him. He grins at your words and you help him out of his clothes, which he tosses carelessly to the side.

Standing with your back to the door, you had already slipped out of your jacket, it had found its place on the floor next to his clothes. Your noses bump together in the heat of the moment as Megumi pulls your shirt over your head, his lips so desperate to find yours again after being separated for a moment.

It causes both of you to giggle.

You look at him in awe, and even though you noticed earlier tonight that he must have lost some weight, he still looked so good. You reach out to him and touch his chest, your fingertips ghosting over his skin, tracing the outline of his abs down his stomach until you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, and you manage to open them up with the help of your other hand.

You don't get much further than that, as Megumi presses you up against the door slightly, his hands roaming your body before opening up your bra in a swift motion, tossing it to the side just like he did with your other clothes. His lips were on yours again and he relaxes into the kiss, supporting himself with his left hand next to your face, while his right caressed your waist, squeezing the flesh of your hips and tapping your thigh once, then twice, signaling you to wrap your hands around his neck, so you did. He picked you up with ease, his lips never leaving yours even for a second while your legs wrapped around his waist and he carries you through the room, over to his bed.

Megumi sets you down carefully on the mattress, pulling back for a moment to get rid of his jeans and pulling yours down as well before crawling after you. He hovers over you, supporting himself with both hands next to your face, taking a good look at your body before pressing his mouth to yours and forcing his tongue inside, making you moan against his lips.

His lips trail up your jaw, then down your neck to suck on your sensitive skin. You were lost in thought and the sensation made you flinch for a split second as you were still afraid of any kind of touch to your neck. You did your best not to show it, but of course he noticed.

"'m sorry, baby," Megumi mumbles against your skin, kissing up to the corner of your mouth, while you assure him that everything's alright.

"It’s okay," you breathe, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes. He hesitates for a moment, but you can see a smile tugging at his lips.

"What?", you ask, brushing a black strand of hair out of his face.

"You look so pretty," he sighs. After all, he was the only one that was able to make you blush like that.

"Oh, stop it." You loved it when he talked like this.

"No, I missed your pretty face," he insists.

"Missed those two pretty girls," he continues, as his lips trail down your chest, kissing your soft skin and latching his mouth onto your hardened nipple, while his hand began to play with the other bud. He drew a few soft moans from you, your fingertips grabbing at his messy hair.

After giving some attention to them, he released your already swollen nipple with a lewd pop! to move his lips further down your body, peppering your stomach with kisses, his nose brushing over your skin and the cold air hitting your wet buds sent shivers down your spine.

You couldn’t help but whine as he kissed down the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart with his large hands while his fingertips were digging into you skin, revealing the damp fabric of your panties. As he kissed the wet patch that was already starting to form you had no other response for him than the needy moan that escaped your lips, and when you felt his teeth grazing at the seam of your underwear, you grew impatient.

"'Gumi, please," you whimper, your fingers still buried in his dark hair, now slightly tugging at the ends.

"Missed my pretty pussy," he groans, before pulling your wet panties to the side, making you shiver once again as the cold air met your slick.

"Fuck, you’re so wet for me," Megumi hisses, swiping his thumb over your clit and through your folds, gathering your juices.

"All for me," he muses, looking up at you as you lie there, looking so pretty for him, with flushed cheeks and those lewd moans that you couldn’t stop from escaping your throat.

"Megumi, please," you plead, again, wriggling your hips downwards in his direction, "n-need you, now."

But he ignored your begging, savoured this moment to the fullest while he inspected your pussy, admiring how wet you were just from making out with him.

"Stop being such a fucking tease," you whimper and close your eyes, throwing your head back in a stubborn attempt to grasp a single, clear thought, while your mind was already growing so dizzy with him taking his time.

"Mhm, won’t let me enjoy the view for a moment, huh? So needy already", Megumi groans with a sly grin on his lips. He pulls down your panties in an agonizingly slow motion, keeping them in his hands before coming back up to press a kiss to your lips, which you return hungrily, causing him to chuckle.

He pulls away, while staring deep into your eyes.

"Open your mouth," he orders while you just stare at him through glassy eyes. You’re perplexed for a second, looking at your panties in his hand.

"I said," he coos, lowering himself down to your ear, "open your mouth."

You finally obey, parting your lips and showing your tongue. Without another word he stuffs your dampened panties into your mouth, the sensation of your own taste on your tongue drawing a muffled moan from you.

"Next time think twice before giving me orders," he growls into your ear, his low voice making you rub your thighs together in anticipation. You nod, moaning against the fabric as Megumi returns to his original position, and hooks his arms around your legs. Without another warning he licks a thick stripe along your dripping cunt, swirling his tongue through your wet folds, but never quite hitting your clit. He was still teasing you, not giving you what you wanted just because you acted up.

You let out a desperate moan, even though it’s muffled by the soft fabric stuffed into your mouth. A fat tear rolls down your cheek while you’re squirming beneath him, desperate for some attention on your swollen bud.

His tongue circles your entrance, licking through your folds while he’s eager on not giving your clit too much attention. You whimper and whine, your body trembling underneath him as your hands let go of his hair, moving up your thighs towards your core when you couldn’t wait any longer for him to finally give you what you wanted.

The vibrations of Megumi humming against your slick left you wanting for more, and just as you were about to let your own fingers dive in, giving yourself some kind of release and rubbing at your clit, he grabs both of your wrists with one of his large hands and holds them tightly while he continued to lap at your sweet pussy. You’re left whining and begging, most of your sounds being inaudible, but he could hear how desperate you were.

You almost choke on your own spit as you suddenly feel him sucking hard on your neglected clit, your hips bucking up towards him made him release your wrists from his tight grip. He dug his fingers into the plush of your thighs to force them back open and keep you from suffocating him between your legs, after they clamped down around his head at the unexpected sensation.

Those deep groans he was releasing into your sopping pussy made you even wetter, and it felt like Megumi wanted to drown in you, his tongue pushing in and out of your hole, circling your clit and sucking on it, while you were only able to roll your eyes back and whine in desperation, your moans getting swallowed as your mouth was stuffed full.

You throw your head back again, breathing hard through your nose, while hot tears kept flowing down your cheeks, you couldn’t take it, it was just too much for you.

Megumi glances up at you, watching you squirm and wriggle under his grip, enjoying every second of your struggle, while you felt your core tighten with every swipe of his tongue against your cunt.

"Oh, I really fucking missed this pussy," he growls, with a grin on his lips, while all you could do was moan so desperately in return.

Your body tenses up as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and just when you thought that you were about to lose your mind, he brings a hand up to push a long digit inside of your clenching hole, sliding in a second as a response to your loud moans right after, pumping them in and out of you slowly, and stretching you out as your walls squeeze down on him.

"Hnnngh," you whimper, everything else getting swallowed by your soaked panties. You were so close and he knew that, picking up the pace at which he was pumping his digits in and out of you, curling his fingers into your core, while his tongue was relentlessly drawing circles on your sensitive bud.

"What was that?", he asks, a teasing smirk on his lips, "Speak up."

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, when finally he pulls the fabric out of your mouth, a string of saliva still clinging to it as drool trickles down the corner of your mouth.

"So nasty," he grunts, tossing your panties aside, "you’re close?"

You nod with your eyes closed. "Mhmm," you whine, "’Gonna cum, please, make me cum."

"Fuck, you look so hot," he groans lowly, "gonna cum for me? Go ahead, baby."

"I’ve got you, cum on my tongue."

And just as he pushes a third finger inside you, tongue still relentlessly lapping at your wet folds, you let out a loud cry and your head falls back against the mattress. You can feel your cunt squeezing down against his fingers as your orgasm washes over you and your thighs start to shake as he pulls his fingers out, lazily rubbing your throbbing clit through your high, leaving you shuddering while seeing only stars behind your closed eyes.

It takes a while for you to come down again and you peel your eyes open to see Megumi hovering over your body, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his lips, a small whimper falling from your mouth in return. You cup his face, almost too weak to reach your arm out for him, while he soothingly brushes his thumb over your cheek.

"Did so, so good for me, baby," he coos, you enjoy his praise, and having his warm body pressed up against you felt so familiar.

You’re too overwhelmed as you watch him pull off his briefs, the sight of his cock making you dizzy once again. It’s not like it’s the first time you see him, but every time he manages to make your mouth water just at the sight of how big he his, so big that you can already feel the sting he would cause while stretching you out.

"Tired?", he asks with a smirk on his face, and without waiting for an answer he grabs you by your hips and pulls you towards him.

"Let me take care of that," he groans, helping you up to place a pillow underneath your hips, "Just relax for me, baby."

Your face was still so hot, and your cheeks still flushed a deep shade of pink. Your head lolls to the side, exhaustion pulling at your heavy eyelids, as Megumi grabs your chin and turns your face towards him.

"Hey, look at me, babygirl," he chuckles, "'Wanna see your pretty face when my dick’s buried deep inside of you."

Megumi wastes no time, smearing pre-cum that leaked from his tip along your still completely soaked cunt, and lining himself up with your entrance. You can’t do anything else than let out a helpless gasp as he presses the head of his dick into you.

"Fuck," he hisses, "'Been thinking about this since the last time I’ve got to fuck you."

He pushes himself in slowly, the stretch of his girth still giving you a stinging sensation, even though his fingers were already trying to prepare you earlier. You can hear your own desperate whines bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, and as he grabs both of your legs to throw them over his shoulder to bottom out completely, a high-pitched moan escapes your throat.

"Fuck, y’feel so good, 'Gumi," you whine, "S-so big, stretching me out so well."

"You’re still so fucking tight," Megumi huffs, kissing your ankles while his hands grab onto your legs for support, "I won’t last long if you’re squeezing me like that, fuck."

All you could hear was the sound of his wet skin, coated in your juices, slapping against your ass, while he pushed into you, increasing his pace with every thrust, fucking you senseless. There was nothing there to muffle the lewd moans that left your lips and you were so fucked out that you didn’t care about his neighbors anymore, you weren’t even able to hold back your sounds.

He hit your cervix a few times in a row, causing you to see stars and desperately search for anything to hold on to. Those whimpers and whines that fell from your lips were in sync with his thrusts, and soon you were nothing but a crying mess beneath him.

"F-fuck, M-megumi," you sob, trying to catch your breath, your fingers digging into the sheets, "S-slow down, it’s too—nnghh."

"Slow down?", a low groan escapes him as he rolls his hips into yours at a steady pace, "already got lost in this pussy, you better hold on tight." You look up at him, your eyebrows drawn together, and you see sweat trickling down his temples.

"Oh god," you moan out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, while he fills you all the way up with every snap of his hips against yours. You feel like losing your mind for the second time tonight, your walls clenching and throbbing around him, sucking him in so deep that you’re wondering how he’s even able to thrust in and out of you at that pace.

"Shit," Megumi curses, and you’re so close that you nearly cum again with one harsh brush of his pelvis against your swollen clit. He had already fucked you dumb, tears stinging in your eyes and when he leaned down, pushing your legs up to your chest, you knew that he was close too. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him falter and he had to support himself by clutching onto the headboard, to not completely crush you while leaning onto your body.

You can feel how your walls tighten around his length and hearing his low, breathy moans against your ear made your second orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Megumi notices how you grab tighter onto the sheets, so he moves the angle of his hips just a bit to hit your sweet spot and it immediately does it’s magic, you’re left sobbing when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"You gonna cum with me, baby?", Megumi pants and while you’re unable to form any logical sentence, all you’re able to reply is a drawn-out moan as he pushes you over the edge a second time tonight. You feel his thrusts getting sloppier with every stroke while your second high washes over you and then he practically collapses on top of your body. His body is trembling as he releases thick ropes of his load deep into your abused pussy, and you hold him while he curses and whines 'Fuck, you feel so good' and 'Shit, I was so afraid I lost you for good this time'

and also 'I love you so much'.

He almost crushes you with his weight as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, drowning in that afterglow. You're too exhausted to say anything, so you’re just stroking his back soothingly, listening to your heart beating in sync, while you’re coming down from your high.

After a while he slides off you, not without planting another kiss on your temple, and grabs the blanket at the foot of his bed to pull it over you both, his body pressed up against yours behind you, one arm draped over your waist. You both lie in silence for a while, just enjoying each others warmth.

"I didn’t hesitate because I missed you so much I couldn’t even think straight," you mumble, answering the question he asked you in the car earlier.

"The moment you left the room, I knew I wouldn't see you again for a while."

"You do this every time, do you know that?", you swallow when you feel him pulling you in against his chest, "You treat me like shit, then we make up and you say you’ll stay, and then you're gone."

"Y/n…" You hear his raspy voice against your hair.

"No, we have to work on this," you insist and turn around to face him, your hand placed flat against his bare chest, "I don’t wanna lose you." Your voice sounded brittle, almost fragile.

Megumi sits up again, resting his back against the headboard, while you stay in your position, scooting over to him a little bit to lean your head against his side. "I promise you we’ll work this out, y/n." You were naive enough that this was sufficient for you. After all, you had no other choice but to rely on his words.

You climb out of his bed to put on your t-shirt and search for your underwear until you remember what happened to it. How convenient that you left some clothes at his place a while ago, so you go over to his wardrobe to find something suitable. You cringe a little at the sight of the white thong embroidered with the words 'Lucky You'.

You bought it when you were like eighteen and you have to chuckle while putting it on. Well, you weren’t so wrong back then.

Megumi looks up after hearing you giggle and you throw him a pair of grey sweatpants and his black hoodie, which he puts on, but not without taking another look at you.

"Mhmm—guess I am," he rasps, lifting the covers to motion for you to come back to him, "Come here."

You grab your phone and walk over to him, cuddling up to his warm body while turning your phone back on. You wanted to know what time it was, and you remembered turning it off earlier when Maki tried to call you.

Your phone screen turns white before you see your lock screen, a picture of you, Maki and Nobara, and as soon as it gets a signal, several notifications pop up all at once. You had about six missed calls from Maki and Yuta, even Shoko had texted you and right at the bottom of the screen were three messages from Choso.

'Are you with him?'

'Text me if you’re alright'

'I swear to god, y/n, if he hurts you, I’m gon…'

You weren’t fast enough to hide the texts from Megumi.

I can’t be your second best Close but not your favorite I keep going back for more Where there’s nothing from before

#Megumi Fushiguro #Megumi x reader #megumi smut #Jjk smut #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro smut #dark megumi #dark megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x you #megumi fic #sh0ek0 #megumi angst

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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑴𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

NightPrince!Park Seonghwa X DawnPrincess!Reader

Summary: The Night Prince disappeared into thin air. No one knows where he is or why he left. You, his wife, send a desperate prayer to the moon to return him to you.

WC: 735

CW: First person POV, angst, fluff

AN: Boo, surprise angst.

Yeah this one is different. Born of a bout of depression and guilt, and an idea @malldreamprincess and I thought of during Paradigm era (wdym it's been over a year since then). But I really wanted to post it, so...here you go.

Named after and heavily inspired by "From Me, The Moon" by Lav, please go listen to it, it's beautiful.

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

“Is the moon still in love with the sun?” I whispered into the empty room, the tears on my face running onto the pillow.

The moonlight splayed itself across the floor of my bedroom from my balcony. The sheer curtains gladly let it pass by, welcoming it in, even.

I'd wondered about it for years. Did he love me as much as he vowed he did, on that wonderful day we were joined in holy matrimony? Did he lie to me? Was it all a lie?

Was I ever truly his sunrise? His dawn? His sun?

The daylight to his moonlight?

If I was, then why had he disappeared? Why did he vanish without a trace? Why did he leave me?

Two years, and I wasn't the same as I used to be.

Two years after having returned to my home kingdom. A disgraced princess. An “almost queen.”

They could throw all the names they wanted at me. They could call me whatever they wanted. I knew in my heart that I loved him. That I was faithful. That I never would've abandoned him.

And he still disappeared. He still left. No one knew what happened to him.

I rose from my bed and crossed the room, unlocking the doors to the balcony and pulling them open to step out onto it.

The night air was biting, and seeped in through my thin nightgown. I braved the chill and laid my hands on the cold stone barrier, leaning against it, looking up at the moon.

The moon. Where my prince had believed to had come from. That he was a moondrop, a gift from the gods.

“My dear moonlight,” I whispered, “Please return to me. I want nothing more than to be in your arms again.”

The tears flowed down my cheeks again. The wind blew against my face and made me shiver.

“I don't know where or why you've gone. Most days, I don't care. All I want is for you to come home safe. For my husband to return to me.”

“I'm so sorry, my sunrise.”

I whirl around and my eyes meet his. My love. My husband. I heard his voice, I saw his face.

A hallucination? I blinked, and he remained. He remained, standing as he always did. Like a royal, proper prince would.

With not a scratch on him.

I ran forward and threw myself into his arms, hugging him tighter than I ever had before. He held me tight, and I never felt so safe.

My husband. My love. My moonlight.

“You're here,” I sobbed. I could hear him whimper.

“I'm here,” he repeated.

He was here. He'd returned to me. After so long, he'd returned to me when I needed him most. When I was beginning to think he never would. When I was wondering if he ever loved me.

I lifted my head and held his cheek. Again, not a single scratch on him. No scars, no markings. His skin was as clear as it could've been.

“My moonlight, where have you been?” I wiped his tears with my thumb, and he held my hand as he leaned against it.

Normally, I'd be demanding answers and making him tell me who the hell he thought he was disappearing for two years without a word to anyone. To me, his family, his kingdom.

But when he closed his gorgeous moonlit eyes and kissed my hand, his face crumpling in another sob, I couldn't bring myself to demand anything of him.

I pulled him closer as I reached up, and he met me in the middle in a sweet, loving kiss. Euphoria bloomed in my veins as his lips pressed against mine, stars exploded behind my eyes. I realized then how bad I craved his touch.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered above mine, and his eyes looked into mine. He reached out to hold my face as well, cradling the back of my head and side of my face. I gratefully leaned into it.

“I'm so sorry I left you, my dawn,” he whispered. “I won't ever leave without telling you.”

“Why did you leave at all?” I croaked out, my throat closing up.

Grief washed over his face. Dread rolled around in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't prepared for any of the words he said next.

“I returned to the moon.”

This is a work of fiction written by me. This does not represent the idol(s) in any way. Any re-upload is not allowed and will be reported.

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Hey I have an idea if you don't mind. Maybe inspire on Kiera dancing an her teammates are making fun bc her dancing skills but then reader decide to teach her how to dance properly (imagine the reader are for LATAM or Spain and dances very well) (could be footballer too)

https://twitter.com/yulirat/status/1644726393199120386?t=gc9r1HHobfYWbWgEZ2LYrQ&s=19

Thank u

yours - keira walsh

Euphoria. Thats the only word you can use to describe the feeing of winning the champions league. The months of training had been worth it. Every drop of sweat, every tear had led you to this moment. When you hear the final whistle you are searching for Keira. Your Keira. Well not yours but sometimes if you stopped thinking so much you could imagine that she was yours. Every lingering touch and whisper that was for you and you only made it especially hard to stop your imagination running away from you.

She had joined barcelona a few months ago and once she saw you she was truly amazed at how someone could be so beautiful. Cameras didnt do your long full eyelashes, your lips, your perfectly carved eyebrows, your smile, your cheeks, your dimples, your freckles or your eyes justice. You were undoubtedly the most beautiful person she had ever seen in her life. If the only thing she did while at barcalona was get to know you she would’ve been absolutely fine with it.

“Y/N!” You hear shouted out from your favourite girl. You quickly turn around and run up to her to jump into her arms. You place your forehead against hers and just take in the moment with your favourite person. Your suddenly pulled away from your moment by Mapi who had jumped onto the both of you sending you tumbling onto the grass. “MARIA!” you yell out at her while standing up helping keira get to her feet before chasing her yelling at her while laughing at your friend. “TE ODIO” is the last thing she hears from you before her attention is pulled away from you by Lucy clearing her throat behind her. “Still in denial?” she asks amusement evident in her tone. “Leave it.” Keira threatened the taller girl “But im not.” she whispered while walking away from her to the rest of the team so she can celebrate, and maybe be closer to you.

“Ella es muy hermosa. Imagínanos juntos, entonces podríamos tener citas dobles.” Keira hears you whisper to Mapi. With her limited spanish knowledge all she knew you were talking about was double and imagining something. “Hi” she says quietly, not acting like herself, to the both of you. “Hola.” you and mapi say in unison you turning red at the fear of the girl infront of you knowing what you just said. “Im going to go see ingrid, bye.” mapi says sending you a wink. “Do you have the address of where were going tonight?” Keira asks urgently here eyebrows beginning to furrow. “Sí, will i send it to you?” You ask the girl who quickly thanks you as you look down at her figeting hands that are beginning to pick at the skin on them. “Dios mío keira stop that.” you say while grabbing one of her cold hands in your contrasting warm ones. You notice there was a small cut that was bleeding on her ring finger. “Keira ill get you a plaster i have one in my bag. Vamos.” you say while holding her hand and and slightly dragging her with you. Once you make it into the changing room you were both the first in there. You sit her down in your spot of the bench and look through your bag while mumbling something under your breath that keira couldn’t quite understand. “Ok i have it.” You say while holding it up as if it was a trophy. Keira just laughs at you with what Lucy described as heart eyes. You kneel down in front of her and slightly spread her legs without realising and resting your arms on her thighs. You inspect the cut very close your body weight starting to lean heavily on Keiras thighs as she tenses at the contact with you. You place the bright pink plaster on her finger with a kiss. “Ok perfecta Keeks, vamos!” you say excitedly while dragging her back to the pitch to continue the celebrations with your teammates.

“Ven aquí girls!” you hear your captain Alexia shout over to the rest of the team. “Tonight we will go out to celebrate. See you later girls.” She says authoritively to the group. “Sí captina, gracias!” you say to your friend while hanging off her side and placing a kiss to her cheek, keiras eyes followed your movements as if it would be the last time she would ever see you. “Keira!” She hears being shouted into her ear by no one but her fellow english player. “You alright keira?” Lucy asks tentatively following her gaze to you. “Fine.” she mumbles shortly to her friend. “You do realise they are just friends, right? Ale is taken anyway.” lucy says while placing a reassuring hand to her friends back. “I know but i wish i could get that type of attention from her.” Keira pulls her eyes away from you and finally looks up to her friends worried expression. Lucy pulls her smaller friend into a hug to help comfort her even though she knew deep down the only hug that could get her to stop thinking about this was yours.

Later on at the bar you were all dressed up, out of your usual tracksuits anyway, and had completely forgotten about any responsibility that you had the next day too focused on the present. The beat of the music almost shaking the room while warm bodies pressed aginst eachother due to the amount of people being there. once you arrive, you are quickly escorted to a more private room with less than half the amount of people in it. Your main goal was to find Keira. Your keira. You were looking around the room, trying not to get caught up in a conversation but soon enough Mapi had distracted you and you both ended up on the dance floor.

Unknown to you this was a plan that had been set up between Lucy and Mapi after they had told eachother about each of your feelings for the other. The plan was to have you and Mapi out dancing together, and then Lucy and Keira would join you both. After all four of you stayed together for a while Lucy and Mapi would come up with an excuse to leave you both there, alone. They just hoped everything would go how they wanted it to.

You and Mapi were dancing to whatever song was on getting lost in the beat of the music you not realising that she was slowing edging you both closer to Keira and Lucy. Once you saw the girls you let out a squel of excitement and drag Mapi over to them. “Hola chicas!” you yell happily at the girls infront of you. “Hey!” they say in unison laughing sightly at your excitement as the four of you continue dancing you suddenly hear a yell of “Woah keira whipped out the best moves tonight!” in reference to the english girls awkward dancing while she was next to you. Your head snaps towards her wanting to see exactly what she was doing. But instead you were greeted with a red faced girl standing rigidity beside you looking down at her feet. “Woah walsh forgot how good you are at dancing!” You hear ingrid say to her while wrapping an arm around her shoulder as you all begin to laugh at her, her blush growing darker by the second. Mapi quickly goes over to ingrid and removes her arm from around Keira. “Vamos Ingrid, deja a la chica en paz. ¿Recuerdas el plano?” You hear her say to her girlfriend. “Shit, sí. Lo siento Mapi.” she replies quickly. “¿Que plano Maps?” you question the girl slightly approaching the two. “dejarnos solos.” mapi says jokingly to you while pushing you backwards making you stumble into who would guess, Keira. You turn yourself into her and look up at her slightly flushed face through your eyelashes. “Hola guapa.” you say softly to the girl loving being close to her. “Hi” she breathes out. “Let me see your dance moves Keira.” You say laughing slightly as keira puts her head into her hands becoming embarrassed once again. “Come on let me teach you bebe.” You say while placing your hands on her hips a sudden wave of confidence taking over your body. “Y/n where do i put my hands?” she asks shyly. “aquí mismo.” you say under your breath while placing her hands on your shoulders. “Perfecta, keira. Move your hips more. Your too tense.” You say while eyeing her body up and down. You pulled her flush into your body and move her hips in time with yours with your hands. You keep her flush against you so your bodies move in sync with eachothers as you feel her move her hands from your shoulders to your waist. You place your head against her chest tucking it under her chin as your hands go around her neck. You pull away from her after a few minutes keeping close to her. “¿estas bien?” You whisper to the girl that was looking at you with a look you couldn’t quite read. “Im good, really good y/n. Can i tell you a secret?” she whispers back to you. “Sí. you can tell me anything.” “I think i have a crush on someone.” she says moving ever so slightly closer to you. “¿quién es?” you question the girl returning the action of moving closer to her. “i think you know who.” she replies cockiness evident in her tone. “i think so.” you say while closing the the small space between you.

It was everything you would ever wish for and more from a kiss with the english girl. Her arms fell further down onto your ass as she pushes her hips into yours. Your hand cups her cheek and lightly strokes it. The other pushes her closer to you by her neck deepening the kiss. Her tongue touches against your soft lips asking for entrance, you grant her it as her tongue begins to explore your mouth with a passion you had never once experienced before.

You regretfully pull away from her once the lack of air became a problem. “So who is the girl?” you ask her with a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you place your forehead against hers.

You pull away when you both realised you had spent at least half an hour just standing in the middle of a big group of people in eachothers presence whispering sweet nothings to eachother. She grabs your hand as you both walk over to the rest of the team that had been talking about the pair of you getting together since keira came to barcelona. “Hi girls!” Keira says to the group now the more confident one as you grip her bicep standing slightly behind her. “hello lovergirls!” Lucy yells out to the pair of you as a crimson colour takes over both of your faces. “Im so glad our plan worked Lucy!” you hear mapi yell out. “Mapi! You little liar, you said there was no plan! te odio!” you yell as she starts to run away from your angry glare at her as you begin to follow her yelling something in spanish after her. Keira just watches the scene, that occurred far too often, with adoration for the small spanish girl that she saw chase Mapi around at least once a day.

Soon enough you walk back over to keira and place your arms around her waist as she was facing away from you. “Hola.” you say to her. “hi” she says turning around to face you. “estoy tan feliz soy tuyo.” “what?” she asks her limited spanish knowledge showing. “Learn spanish and then you will know mi amor.” you say while cupping her face and lean in for another perfect kiss.

no cause i genuinely hate this sm the idea was so good i just couldnt write it and i had to rewrite about five times

#woso soccer #woso one shot #woso x reader #lionesses #woso imagine #woso fanfics #keira walsh #barcelona #fcb femeni #fc barça #fcb femení #fc barcelona

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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 10 months

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My Tweed Coat Ricochets (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: Working as an archaeologist for The Westview Institution had always been your dream. What happens when you finally get the job and have trouble getting along with one of your colleagues? Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Hello all! Welcome to another fun Agatha AU! This is heavily inspired by Indiana Jones, my love of museums, and also…some light Mamma Mia. This is going to be a fun journey that I’m so excited to write and share with all of you. Some warnings: this is going to be major, major slow burn, but I promise the outcome will be worth it. Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think! Comments, asks, and DM’s are always open.

Chapter One: Illicit Artifacts

The Westview Institution was one of the most prestigious museums in the world. Housing what felt like an infinite amount of priceless and unique exhibits, you had never experienced anything else quite like it. When you decided to study archaeology you always dreamed of getting to work there but knew it was unlikely. There was a dwindling amount of jobs available for aspiring archaeologists, and Westview only employed ten at a time. So, you focused on getting your PhD whilst working various jobs, doing anything you could to make a name for yourself. It wasn’t until you saw the job posting for an opening at Westview when you thought you had a chance to make your dream a reality.

You immediately sent in your materials, and eventually landed an interview. Despite interviewing at countless other institutions and jobs, you forgot nearly everything the moment you entered the interview, and it felt as if you blacked out. You weren’t entirely sure what you had said, but you were almost certain you’d made a complete and utter fool of yourself. Chalking it up to an unfortunate loss, you decided to refocus your efforts on a different program, pretending the inevitable rejection wouldn’t take a huge hit to your already deflating ego. That’s why you’d nearly dropped your phone in the bathtub when you received a phone call the following week from Dr. Stephen Strange, extending an offer for you to join The Westview Institution.

That’s how you found yourself slightly tipsy at a dive bar in the East Village with your friends. The bar was relatively empty when you arrived, and you were high on the euphoria of employment. As the hours passed the bar quickly filled, and your friends slowly left one by one. You offered to grab the next round for the two friends that remained, and struggled to make your way through the groups of people huddled together. Balancing a few drinks in your arms was challenging enough, you’d always been a tad clumsy, but paired with drunken individuals bumping into you it was inevitable that you’d spill them all over a stranger. The scene much resembled one of a horror film, as your friend’s glass of Merlot was currently painted across a rather expensive looking white blazer.

You’d barely had time to react, when a pair of furious blue eyes met yours. The stranger in question was a striking woman who looked very out of place for the establishment you were in. Dark wavy brown hair framed her face, wildly flowing in a way that reminded you of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Her piercing blue eyes were locked on yours, and her red lips were forming a displeased frown. She was beautiful. You noticed the untouched drink at her fingertips, a whiskey sour, and a stack of books on the table. Just as you read the title for one, a study on Classical Greece, the woman cleared her throat, and you gulped.

Looking back up at her, you could see her look at you with mild disinterest, the frown deepening. “Do you often spill drinks on innocent strangers?”

Her voice was enticing, and you found yourself getting drawn in. You focused on her fingers curling gently around her drink, and for a brief second wondered what they would feel like gripping your inner thighs. Blushing, you cleared your mind of any and all thoughts of that possible scenario, and gave her a sheepish grin. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ve always been a bit clumsy. I didn’t mean to ruin your suit.”

The woman arched an eyebrow at you, finally raising the glass to her lips. You didn’t mean to stare at her, and tried to do so as discreetly as possible, but she was gorgeous. Lowering the glass, you noticed the stain from her painted red lips, and you imagined those lips leaving marks all over your neck and chest. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to look away. This was extremely out of character for you, and you chose to blame the multiple shots your friends encouraged you to take earlier that evening. That had to be the reason you were so attracted to this complete stranger; the alcohol.

“Perhaps you should get your eyes checked,” The woman sarcastically quipped, clearly unamused. “I’d hate for another innocent bystander to be your next victim.”

It was understandable that the woman was angry, you would be too if the situation was reversed, so you tried another method. “I’m very sorry. Let me pay for the dry cleaning bill?”

The woman scoffed, looking you up and down, unimpressed by your baggy jeans and crewneck, before saying, “As if you could afford to.”

Feeling any patience or remorse leave your person, you rolled your eyes at her condescending tone. “Right, well, I’ll be going then. I’d apologize again, but I’m sure that would just make you even more of a pompous asshole.”

“I’m surprised you have a vocabulary that extends beyond half mumbled excuses,” The woman sniped as she stood up, pulling a twenty out of her wallet and setting it on the table, before grabbing her books and setting them in her bag. “If you weren’t too busy ogling me perhaps your other two brain cells could have mustered up a better apology.”

The woman stormed out of the bar before you could get another word in, and a few people winced as she slammed the door behind her. Your friends had reached you by that point, as you had been gone for a while, and they quickly asked if you were alright. Shrugging it off, you tried to forget about the pretentious, beautiful dark haired woman who was currently imprinted in your brain. You never even got her name, but after your rather heated interaction you were glad that you’d never have to see her again.

A few days passed by and you had all but forgotten your interaction with the woman at the bar. You were far too busy preparing for your first day at work, and it had finally arrived. The Westview Institution towered over you as you stepped out of the Uber you splurged for. You normally stuck to taking public transportation to get around the city, but with it being your first day you thought it best to be early. Navigating your way through the various New Yorkers hurriedly making their way to work, you stood in front of the doors that were guarding the future you had always dreamed of having.

Straightening your blazer, you took a deep breath to remind yourself that you deserved to be here before entering the building. It was quiet at this hour, and a quick glance at your watch confirmed why; you were a half an hour early. There were a few employees scuffling around, catching up with each other and discussing what they had done over the weekend. Taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the architecture, with its stained glass windows and sprawling ceilings covered with art, you took a step back to look further up the dome ceiling before you felt yourself walk into someone.

Great, you thought sarcastically, your first day on the job and you were already bumping into one of your colleagues. You turned around at the same time as the person behind you and as soon as you saw familiar piercing blue eyes, you couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh that escaped your lips. It was the woman from the bar, and she appeared to recognize you as she frowned again.

“Was it not enough for you to ruin my favorite suit? Did you have to add stalking to your list of favorite pastimes?” The woman all but spat out at you, once again looking you up and down.

“I could ask you the same question,” You fired back, trying to control your temper. “What are you even doing here?”

The woman’s expression hardened, but before she could answer your question, you saw your boss, Stephen Strange, enter the building. He nodded as he saw you, and when he noticed the woman next to you his face lit up. “Ah, wonderful. Dr. Harkness, I see you’ve met the newest addition to our team.”

Your face fell as the woman’s identity was revealed to you. Dr. Agatha Harkness was a legendarily reclusive archaeologist. You had read a few of her books and journals throughout college, and up until now she had been one of the colleagues you were most excited to meet. She was considered to be one of the brightest in the field, and now she undoubtedly did not like you.

Agatha ignored you, turning her full attention to Stephen. “I don’t recall you mentioning any new hires, Stephen.”

“Well if you had attended any of the staff meetings for the past month, you would have been aware that we were trying to find Morgan’s replacement,” Stephen pointed out, and you wondered if Agatha was this rude to everyone. “Everyone else was on board with the decision.”

Agatha snorted, picking up the coat she dropped when you bumped into her. “Right, I’m sure they were. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

Storming off, you watched her go, and Stephen sighed. “I apologize for Agatha. She’s been preparing for a new project and it’s been a bit time consuming.” He began to walk in the direction she stormed off in and motioned for you to follow him. “Westview prides itself on its plethora of exhibits from nearly every time period, and we’re currently in the midst of starting a new excavation in Greece next spring.”

Your interest piqued at that; your speciality was focused on classical archaeology. Stephen noticed your expression brighten. “I thought that would interest you. Agatha is leading the excavation, and I thought you’d be a great fit to work with her.”

You weren’t sure Agatha would agree with that, and you weren’t sure you did either. Despite her reputation as being one of the most knowledgeable and influential archaeologists, you didn’t appreciate the way she had treated you. Stephen continued to lead you down various hallways, all while explaining what your first few weeks would be like. You eventually reached a hallway filled with doors, most of which were closed. You saw different names, signifying whose office it was. Reading them, you recognized almost every single one, which shouldn’t have been a big surprise. Westview only hired a select few archaeologists, and all of the names you had seen were the best of the best.

Passing by Agatha’s door, you heard the faint sound of classical music, and Stephen handed you a key to what you realized was for your office. As you glanced at the name on the door, your name, you realized it was right next to Agatha’s. Typical.

“I scheduled a staff meeting for later this afternoon so you can meet the rest of our team,” Stephen explained as you opened the door to your office. “I thought I’d give you a few hours to get settled in. Let me know if you need anything.”

Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You made it here, and now nothing could stop you. Walking around your office you noticed the windows would provide ample natural lighting, and you went to sit at your desk when you noticed a bag on your chair. Frowning, you opened it to find Agatha’s merlot stained blazer inside, with a note attached.

Use the dry cleaners on Ninth Avenue. I know you’ll be able to afford that one.

The only thought on your mind was, how the hell did she even get in your locked office?

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #marvel au #Enemies to friends to lovers #agatha harkness fanfiction

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jasontoddssuper · 6 months

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DC characters i think have tgirl swag:

1.All the Wonderfam girls.Pretty self-explanatory,they're literally ancient greek women

2.Lian.Idc that we were introduced to her since she was a baby,she's my stepdaughter so i know her better than DC.Hope that helps👍🏼Also obligatory blue hair and pronouns joke

3.KORY Everything about her screams femme trans woman from her personality to her looks and relathionships and she gets extra swag for being a darkskinned black one

4.Batgirl is an inherently transfem mantle just like Robin is an inherently trans one in general

5.Meloni.Trans milf rights and she's a badass sweetheart who's super funny just like all irl trans women

6.Rose.No cis woman could be that cool and her relathionship with Slade gains even more depth with a trans woman narrative

7.Onto egg headcanons,Bart and Thad but in opposite directions!!Bart is a pastel 'kiddy' soft uwu girl who gets gender euphoria from looking exactly like her mom and Thad finds freedom and comfort in the 'edgier'(meaning alt)types of girlhood and her mental health improves greatly after she realizes she's trans.The Bart one was partially inspired by a Konbart post i saw paralleling them to Peter Pan and Wendy because of Kon's canon Peter Pan motif so they're transmasc4transfem!!

8.Dick!!@chadfarsight told me that she headcanons her as a trans woman because DC tries so hard to force stereotypical cishet masculinity on her that it comes across as ooc and is also heavily disrepectful to her original writing like her romance with Kory and friendships with the other Titans(and Roy is also included in romances imo and i can point to some Dickroy and Jaderoy parallels pretty easily).That and the fandom makes babygirl-coded and eldest daughter syndrome about her so often and keeps making her apperance,mannerisms and gender presentation more feminine than in canon so at this point i'm like *Shrugs*'Well,if you guys say she's a woman,who am i to deny her the right to be a girlboss?'And the idea of the first superhero kid sidekick growing up to be a trans woman is just very pog

9.Maya,Maps and Kathy aka the Damian Teen Titans generation girls we deserved.Maya is giving the cool older girl variant,Maps' personality and gender presentation is very younger trans girl energy to me as someone who's meet many of them and Kathy is simply a trans dorkgirl

10.Every Superfam girl except Mia(who has transmasc girl swag).I'm a Superfam member so trust me on this,it's canon

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Hypothetically would kye and rilu be a foil to dom and mor? And did kye’s arms get bigger cause…😳

Yes Kye got bigger 🤣 I've kinda been going through a personal rediscovery and euphoria of being butch, so I've been allowing my characters to exhibit as much masculinity as I please. Kye kinda became my trans masc power fantasy lol

But to answer your question, a little bit!! I didn't intentionally set out to make intense Rilu/Kye the foils to gentle Dom/Mor but I think their influences and inspirations kinda led them there. Solaris is based on my favorite shounen and action tropes, while Dom & Mor and You & I are based on my favorite shoujo and romance tropes.

I also realized they're both black/asian couples so I wanted to make sure they felt pretty different!! A friend of mine recently joked that Kye is the "shounen rival" while Dom is the "shoujo love interest" and it had me laughing for a good while lol

Some rambling about couple dynamics under the readmore:

dommor / Babygirls:

Prince/princess, protector/nurturer dynamic, opposites attract

Fem/andro gender expression. Mor is very girlish, gentle, and sweet, based heavily on shoujo romance lead girl archetypes, while Domi is an elegant "prettyboy" type androgynous love interest

Gentle relationship, main emotional takeaway is comfort and romantic fantasy fulfillment

Sexual dynamic is either "gentle, romantic, fairy tale like", or "down to earth, comforting, and patient"

Emotionally in-tune couple, good communication. Both are very considerate of each other

As a visual thing, their skin tones are very opposite sides of the spectrum, with Mor being one of my darkest ocs while Dom is one of my palest

House cat (Mor) / snake (Dom)

rilukye / Big Cats:

Bad girl/bad boy and rivals/enemies to lovers dynamic. Connect over similarities

Fem/masc. Rilu is a cool-headed sexy tomboy while Kye is a wild, dark and dangerous bad boi

Sexually charged relationship. Main emotional takeaway is excitement, adrenaline and forbidden desire

Sexual dynamic is either "explosive, instinctual, fun snarling" or "we don't know how to communicate love so we fuck"

Emotionally constipated couple. Neither likes talking about their feelings, both hold back a lot of thoughts and feelings

Skin tones are closer, Rilu is mid-range while Kye is a little tan (I want more tan east asians depicted in media)

White tiger (Rilu) / Black Jaguar (Kye)

#text heavy /#long post /#dom and mor #solaris

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youphoriaot7 · 7 months

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He's fine.

...okay, so yes, the disappearance of the kids has been weighing heavily on his mind, much heavier than he'd care to admit to anyone. Every time he goes to the favela, he sees an influx of blue signs and has to look away. It's too much. Every night when he warps back to the castle, he stares at the purple sign propped up against the waystone. A constant reminder of what is missing—what he's lost. Again.

They're gone. The children are gone. It has been two weeks, and the children are still gone.

...he's losing hope.

The brick dust clings to his clothes, cakes under his fingernails, sticks in every tuft of his hair. His headband is starting to stain with dried sweat. His fingers ache from holding the pickaxe, gripping it so tightly that the handle starts to splinter after multiple nights of work.

He goes back to the castle less and less. It's easier to just work through the night—easier than opening his mind up to dreams. Dreams hurt. Dreams envision an ideal world, one full of hope—one that can never be true. And dreams hurt.

Besides, it's not like Cellbit's there, either. He hasn't seen the other man in nearly a week—both of them too busy to take a break. He's not even sure what it is exactly his husband's doing—likely something related to the search. He's sure if he goes to the Ordo, he'll find Cellbit slumped over his desk, the way he's found him so many times before.

(He's sure that if he finds Cellbit, the other man will immediately know what's wrong.)

So he hasn't slept in a while. So what? He's doing alright. He's fine, totally fine.

But then people keep seeking him out. First Bad and Baghera, then Forever, then Bagi. And he doesn't really know how to turn them down—he's never done so before, it would seem weird to do so now, wouldn't it? Despite the fact that he wants nothing more than to work on his city, he (reluctantly) lets them drag him around the island. To his castle, on a surprise party, to their houses.

Bad and Baghera don't look...well. Baghera seems tired, a dim on her usually bright smile. Her eyes don't gleam the same way they used to. And Bad, well. He has quite literally lost all color. Roier knows he looks pale, but Bad takes the phrase to a whole new level. There's even bits of blue vines clinging to his clothing. It's surprising, to say the least.

(Bad notices the bags under his eyes, the way his hair hasn't been washed in days. It takes every excuse Roier has to dodge his line of questioning. He doesn't want to talk. He just wants to build.)

Forever seems tired, too, but in a different way. More in the way that Roier has noticed his own husband's exhaustion: weary of responsibility. Not all hope is lost for him, however—that determined glint has returned to his eyes since his momentary lapse into euphoria, and the way that he pulls everyone together for a surprise party for Bad is...inspiring.

Bagi doesn't know, doesn't understand. (Roier can't fault her for that.)

It has been two weeks. The children are still gone.

Where could they even be? The islanders have searched everywhere. Their bases, their houses, their safe rooms, their safe safe rooms. Etoiles has searching thousands of miles out, Bad has gone even further. Roier himself helped Cellbit and Forever search every nook and cranny in the favela, up and down every inch of the castle, across every hidey-hole in Forever's base.

The children are nowhere to be found. Only their items, laid across the bed, and the signs pinned up on every visible surface across the island showed they had ever even been there at all. (And now, even the items were missing.)

<Cellbit> guapito, vem castelo está noite?

Roier is losing hope.

There are no clues, no signs, no nothing. Not a brick out of place, not a door left ajar. Only a mysterious maze, a horrible roulette wheel, and some nightmare bear that is starting to sound more like fiction than fact. What does any of that have to do with the children? No, the kids are gone.

And Roier is starting to wonder if it's for good.

<iRoier> estoy trabajando, lo siento. mañana?

He's been through this before. The hope. The wishing, dreading pleading, bargaining. The harsh letdown. The cruel "gift." (He swore he would never go through it again.)

Bobby is dead. Very dead. Never mind the fact that he never saw it happen, officially. Never mind the fact that the Federation—those fuckers—were able to revive him once, so they could certainly do it again; they simply refused to.

No, no. He crushed every hope he had the minute that wall closed in front of his child.

Hope is nothing but a bargaining chip for happiness. And Roier is not a gambling man.

He tucks his communicator back into his pocket after shooting off a final message, trying to ignore the way his vision blurs. With a sharp sniff, he blinks, wet splashing against his nose as he shakes his head.

<Cellbit> claro. hasta entonces.

<Cellbit> te amo guapito

It has been two weeks.

<iRoier> eu sei.

The eggs must be dead.

#qsmp #can't stop thinking about qroier.#someone give my cubito a hug.#(preferably you qcellbo get your ass over to your husband)#qsmp fic #qsmp roier #qsmp bobby #death mention tw #ev;hatch #character study #qsmp leo #qsmp richarlyson

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austinbutlerslovers · 6 months

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City on Fire Part II 🌆 🔥

*See Part 1*

Continued: In a luxury high rise condo gifted to Austin from the studio you reward him for his accomplishments of becoming a producer by rocking him into the next world on the couch. He isn’t quite done having his way with you and decides to repay you by giving you an earth shattering orgasm on the king size bed in return.

Label Mature 18+

Established relationship living together

It gets wild…

Oral female receiving • clit play• edging • overstimulation • mouth riding • cum eating (Austin eats you during orgasm) • confinement• choking •rough sex• euphoria • multiple orgasms • bruising • lots of after care (he went hard)

Inspiration: Being physically pinned down and racked by Austin Butler

(Spelling errors/grammatical mistakes/repeat words etc)

~*City on Fire Part II*~

You are walking at a quicker pace heading to the master bedroom and peer over to catch Austin staring at you with that lustful look in his eye, blushing at him you continue on your path.

But he has a mischievous plan as you hear him running behind you. You shriek in delight as it turns into a game of chase trying to run to the bedroom before he gets you.

As he’s chasing you he catches you around the waist before you reach the door, he’s much faster and stronger than you are. You squeal as his muscled arms easily pick you up and over his left shoulder.

With your head and arms dangling behind him you are laughing from the excitement of being caught so easily. Your ass is exposed while draped over his shoulder and he gives it a nice smack as you enter the bedroom like your are his prized trophy.

He throws you down on the king sized bed

“I said let’s go to bed I didn’t say sleep” he announces with the flash of a devilish grin.

Your heart is still racing from the chase, you look up to him with a cute smile and adoring eyes.

He dropped you perfectly onto the duvet covers your legs dangling off the edge of the bed your pussy exposed to him with your legs apart.

His eyes zone in on it “I’m not done with my reward yet” he confesses, spreading your thighs open wider with his hands “Austin I can’t … “ you blush and bite your lip before finishing the sentence. You were just sexing each other on the couch a moment ago he couldn’t possibly want more.

He responds by parting your pussy lips wide with two fingers of his right hand and licking a hot stripe from your entrance up to your clit “uuuunnnh” you cry out covering your face with your hands, it actually feels so good.

“You were saying?” He inquires as he sits to the left of you on the bed. He places his right hand across your pelvis and begins gently massaging circles onto your clit with his thumb.

You suck in a breath as a shiver runs down your spine it feels so good you grab the sheets as your legs begin writhing in pleasure from his touch.

“I still want to do one more thing to you” he admits rubbing your clit a different direction your hips now winding with his thumb movement.

“Yes Austin please anything” you respond desperately feeling the ache for him growing inside you.

Your lips are parted soft breaths escaping in intervals your chest rising and falling faster.

He stops his thumb and slides two fingers down to your pussy, returning them covered in slick to your clit and begins heavily tapping on it.

It stuns you, each tap on your clit making your abs constrict tighter and tighter sending shocks of pleasure to your core. You bite your lip trying to embrace yourself as he builds you up. Your hips are bouncing lightly of their own accord.

“I want you to cum on my face” he finally says it with such a deep casual sexiness it almost makes you cum.

“Yes Austin please…” you breathlessly beg him, he loves it. “Please what baby?” He’s now focused on your pretty face expressing torture mixed with pleasure. He taps on your clit a little harder and faster his dick growing stiff waiting to hear you beg for him again.

“Please Austin Please I want to Cum on your face” you’re almost convulsing rocking your hips so sensually as if he has his dick in you.

You are such a pretty sight he starts stroking himself with his left hand while continuously tapping your clit with his right.

He knows you’re close by the way your breath keeps catching as you grind your hips onto nothing. He taps your clit the final times then stops.

He quickly moves down from the bed to kneel between your open legs. He grabs you by the waist and yanks you to the edge. Your pussy now directly in his face. He slides his muscular arms under your thighs bringing his hands up and over them locking you into place.

“I have one rule ” he says his breath so close his words are fanning your wetness driving you insane. He kisses on your left thigh then your right making you shiver “I want to hear you beg for me right before you cum” you tilt you head up to nod just as you see him press his open mouth on your pussy.

Your head falls back automatically, your back arcs up from the bed, you grab the sheets harder you can’t keep your eyes open squeezing them shut as his tongue is lapping into you mercilessly each lick unraveling you deeper into oblivion.

“Auuhh aaah Austin” you gasp in pleasure. He softly moans into you rubbing his lips mouth and tongue all over your folds, lapping up all the juices coming out of you wanting more.

Your vulva is pounding from the stimulation, all the blood rushing right to your core. You are writhing in pure bliss unable to form any other thought than how good Austin’s tongue feels in your pussy.

“AUSTIN Please Make Me CUM!” The words spill out of you as you gently rock your hips riding onto his face. You wont last another minute.

He’s ready to finish you, his dick pulsing so hard between his legs, he needs to be inside you. He loosens his hold from around your thighs spreading your vulva with his left hand and latching his mouth onto your clit sucking it so hard you moan out “AUSTIN GOD!”

He begins flicking your swollen clit with his tongue licking around it in tight circles sending shocks through your entire body vaulting you into a climax. You are continuously moaning for him rocking your hips riding your pussy on his mouth.

Hes loving every second relishing the taste and feel of your soft vulva slipping all over his lips and tongue.

He brings his left hand up to steady your hips as he presses his right two fingers against your clit brushing tiny strokes against it faster and harder until your body is rocking as your are screaming for him “AUSTIN PLEASE LET ME CUM LET ME CUM PLEASE!” He moans loving how you desperately beg for him . He continues stroking your clit with his fingers as he latches his mouth onto your pussy sliding his tongue all the way in your tight hole licking into it coaxing your orgasm directly into his mouth.

Your abs constrict your body squeezes so tightly your head lifts from the bed a scream rips out of you from the pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm crashes into you releasing liquid all over his lips, into his mouth he is lapping it up hot between your legs. You begin to tremble from the overstimulation your head falls back to the bed you are shaking as you feel him continue to lick and kiss between your legs . You are losing your mind the only thing tethering you to earth are his lips and tongue.

You force open your eyes, chest heaving, heart pounding, trying to regain composure. You stare up at the high vaulted ceilings trying to catch your breath still clutching the sheets the orgasm having wrecked you completely.

Austin is relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure his open mouth lapping all over your folds, rolling his tongue across your clit, slowly licking your pussy up and down.

“ baby I…” you try to form words “Austin pleas-…”something snaps inside your mind and you go over the brink of sanity your eyes shut you can’t form words, you can’t even move, the euphoria hitting you in waves so strong it’s almost as if your are floating.

You feel Austin stop licking you and climb on top, the bed dipping at your hips with his knees on either side of you. He firmly grabs your waist and lifts your body up higher on the bed, you are too weak to move. He crawls backwards over your body planting kisses from your neck down to your naval before kneeling between your legs.

He uses his right knee to push your thighs apart picking your legs up and over his, pulling you onto his lap, your pelvis now tilted up at him, your back resting on the bed, your legs around his hips, and his stiff cock resting on your clit. He is sitting in a kneel as he grabs your left hand from your side then the right and pins them with his hands around your wrists over your head onto the bed.

He stares down into your eyes searching your soul you are catatonic so under the spell of the orgasm he gave you can’t even focus. When he sees he wrecked you into this tantric state he smiles at you knowing he made you reach beyond the peak of pleasure.

The base of his stiff cock resting on your clit is pulsing staring at your pretty face in euphoria. He begins sliding the length of his shaft back and forth over your wet clit making it throb.

Suddenly it dawns on you he’s going to fuck you again it sets a panic in your body. You feebly try to form words even move your legs together but your mind is so weak and fuzzy your body is not responding.

He sees the scared look on your face and stops. Releasing one hand from pinning you diving down to hear you “what’s wrong baby?” He asks in concern.

Your voice softly breaks “ I…I came so much Austin…I just feel everything right now and it’s so intense “ he looks at your pleading eyes and starts kissing you all over your face, your cheeks your eyelids. He strokes your sweaty hair back from your face. You are levitating in ecstacy beneath him your pupils blown wide chest rising and falling face flushed lips parted.

“Fuck you look so beautiful like this” his words like muted echoes in your ears. “ I’m going to make you cum one last time baby I’m going to take such good care of you” you slowly form a nod.

He kisses your forehead and takes his dick lining it up and slowly sliding it in to your soaked pussy inch by inch until he groans as he bottoms out inside of you. His body tenses you are so tight.

You try to stay present but your eyes immediately roll back and you shatter from the sensation of his first thrust. He’s rutting so deeply into you it’s relieving you of all your thoughts you are practically floating out of your body.

He slowly picks up speed guiding his cock in and out until your body jolts at the end of each thrust. He’s stretching you wider the deeper he gets. His dick feels so good inside that he doubles over in pleasure shivering and holding back his moans above you.

He gathers both your hands above your head by the wrists using only his left, he brings his right hand down and around your throat. He’s fucking into you faster and harder while he rubs his thumb across your neck until hes gripping his entire hand around it tightly squeezing and cutting off your air supply.

It completely awakens you from your tantric state and it all comes flooding back in, him jolting his cock into you full speed deeply hitting your cervix his eyes glaring at you teeth clenched his hand on your throat squeezing you so passionately. It’s all so overwhelming your heart begins fluttering the blood rushing to your head and your core at the same time while he chokes you.

The erotic roughness and confinement of it catapults you right into your third orgasm, your mouth opens as you stare back into his eyes full of pure love feeling like your heart could burst he’s making you feel so good.

This one hits different than the last, a spark explodes in your core like a super nova, the intensity of your orgasm surges through your body so forcefully you almost break free form his grasp and sit up but his strong hands keep you pinned down as your walls begin to shudder repeatedly on his thrusting cock.

Your back arcs from the bed as you let out a soul piercing scream from your pelvic floor. Every pulse squeezing his cock tightly as your pussy releases liquids all over him some spilling out as his dick begins making squelching noises as he fucks you.

He's just stares back at you in astonishment moaning repeatedly in shock it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen you having an earth shattering orgasm on his cock.

He immediately releases his hold on your neck leaning down and kissing your open mouth onto his wanting to completely become one with you in every way possible. He carts his hand behind your ear holding your head up to deepen the force of his kiss on your mouth.

He suddenly feels his dick throb inside you and snatches his lips off of yours as he knows he’s about to cum. He looks deeply into your eyes on the precipice of pleasure driving his dick into you relentlessly, so many thoughts of you swirling in his mind.

“ I love you” he gasps out overwhelmed by the feeling of your body so perfectly giving into his. “I love you too Austin” you say breathlessly. It sends him spiraling into his climax. Hes staring in your eyes in disbelieve fucking you into the bed with your hands pinned above your head letting out the most depraved moans that ring in your ears and shake you to your core.

He lets out a final roar looking down at your pelvis throb as he empties his cum in you. He thrusts into you with his full length one last time resting his dick at its deepest before slowly pulling out.

He releases your hands and leans back panting his hands resting on your upper thighs.

You lay in front of him mouth panting heart pumping a lazy smile of contentment across your face. It was the most other worldly earth shifting experience you’ve ever had.

He smiles back at you lifting your right leg up to his lips sweetly kissing your calf in appreciation . He slowly puts your leg back down “stay there baby don’t move” he removes his legs gently from underneath you and sprints to the master bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth and a towel “ lift for me “ he says and you obey lifting your hips up and back down on the towel.

“Can I ?” He asks reaching to touch you between your legs. You nod.

He opens your pussy lips and his cum slowly spills out of you on to the towel. He’s staring Intently a shudder runs down his spine thinking about all the ways he fucked into you and how you came. He takes the wash cloth and softly wipes wet strokes down your vulva cleaning you completely. He motions for you to lift again as you do he removes the towel to discard it in the hamper.

You try to sit up you are so swollen and weak you touch your neck wondering if he left a bruise you reach down your pussy is so sensitive you wince as you touch it . He sees you inspecting yourself and rushes to your side “ Baby I’m… “ “ it’s okay” you cut him short with a reaffirming smile.

He interjects “I promised I was going to take good care of you look what I did” he reaches to touch your neck where there are definitely bruises of his finger prints forming “you did so good baby trust me” you respond with a sexy grin.

He doesn’t look reassured you place your hand on his and explain to him. “Austin it was incredible you sexed me so well I even couldn’t move I couldn’t even think and a came so many times for you, on you, I get hot just thinking about it” You squeeze your thighs together to calm down you lovingly look into his eyes reaching up to stroke his jawline, his big blue eyes begin to look less worried.

“ I loved my reward so much “ he admits giving you a lustful look biting his lower lip to hold back his inner thoughts staring up and down at your naked body displayed in front of him on the bed.

“ I know what will help” he flashes a loving smile and scurries to the master bath, filling the ornate tub with warm water.

When the water is half way he tests it with his hand making sure it’s a good temperature for you. He returns to the master bedroom to find you sitting up on the edge of the bed ready to stand. He rushes and softly scoops you up easily in his arms hoisting you like you are his princess.

“ Austin… I can walk “ you bite your lip and cover your mouth holding back a giggle

“Not after what I did to you tonight ” he responds with a naughty smile. He carries you to the tub and sets you down next to it offering his hand to gently help you in.

As you sink into the water you realize he was right it feels so incredible the warm water washing all over your body melting the stress away. You lean your head back against the tub and close your eyes.

From across the bathroom you hear him turn on the shower. You open your eyes to watch him enter it and close the door. He stands under the shower head the water cascading all over his perfect toned naked body. He leans his head back the water washes all over his face and hair now slicked back. He reaches and pumps soap into his hand slowly rubbing it on his shoulders, over his chiseled arms, across his firm chest and down his tight abs to his cock. He holds it firmly by the base in one hand and squeezes his soapy hand around the head and shaft with the other. You sink a little deeper in tub feeling like you are watching a private show and it’s too arousing. You quickly look away.

After a moment he turns the shower off you look again as he walks out of the shower completely naked cock swaying between his legs. You audibly gasp when his heavy dick bounces as he reaches up and grabs the towel wrapping it tightly around his waist. You feel a jolt in your pelvis it was so hot he looks so sexy, his body glistening wet his hair slicked back his chest and perfect abs on display wearing only a white towel that’s dangerously low on his hips. He walks toward you in the tub.

You’re done relaxing feeling so much better you place your hands on the edge of the tub and stand up stepping out onto the mat he meets you and grabs your towel wrapping it over your shoulders lifting the edges to dry your face

“Austin…” you smile as you chide him he’s so helpful he smiles back and relents letting you use the towel “I just love caring for you” he says leaning in pressing his pelvis into yours pulling you into him by your lower waist. “I love you here with me, you’re so incredible, I want you all the time…” you are literally swooning looking at his beautiful face as he says these words to you.

“Austin we should sleep” you say softly before he turns you on. You can’t handle him again until your body rests he’s too powerful . “Okay let’s go to bed for real this time” he grins.

You both brush your teeth at the adjacent vanity sinks and meet at the side of the gigantic king sized bed. Austin pulls down the duvet covers everything is white on white and smells of fresh French milled soap it’s devine. He cutely smacks your ass to get in. You giddily climb into the bed as he takes the remote on the nightstand clicking off all the lights, only the glow of the cityscape lights shining through casting a warm glow and making shadows dance around the darkened room.

As he climbs in you pull him on top of you he smiles resting his head on your chest wrapping his arms around your torso it’s so comforting to him. You play with his curls on top of his head and down his nape twirling them and just inhaling his soft scent feeling his heart beat with yours. You rest your eyes.

After a moment Austin sits up to kiss you good night but you’ve already fallen asleep you look so peaceful he smiles lifting himself up and kissing you on your forehead before placing the covers on your chest laying by your side. He pulls your body close into him spooning you “ I love you” he whispers into your ear. He lays his head back on the pillow and passes out.

#austin butler smut #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut fic #fanfic #smut #austin butler fic #austinbutler #austin butler x fem!reader

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not-poignant · 5 months

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very, very late question to an old work and I will perfectly understand if you don't want to reply to this and prefer not to bring the discussion toward your old works.

out of curiosity, how much did the hunger games, divergent, maze runner or other dystopian YA works of the time influence TGATNW?

the curiosity stemmed from the fact that while my initial perspective on your works were that they were a complete divergence from mainstream media due to its rawer, kinkier nature, a thought popped up that your works might have (purposefully?) satisfied the trends of the times they were created. the golden age (and fae tales soon after) was an appropriate dystopian rebellion story in the midst of the YA fever in 2014-2015 containing similar tropes.

On the other hand, falling falling stars and other efnisien centric works which address mental health and recovery more heavily than other works were published in the present day while shows on mental health discourse (for instance sex education and euphoria) are increasingly more popular. there are definitely exceptions, but those mentioned are some of your most prominent works.now that I think about it, my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives? I think I remember a mention of these works' influences being old tales, so it would be interesting to hear how contemporary works have inspired you as well if it all.

thanks Pia! even if you don't reply, thanks for all the time and effort you've put into these works. they mean a lot and so much more to a many people.

This one is easy to answer:

my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives?

So the TL;DR upfront -> I don't read, and often don't know about current trends. I have zero interest in writing to market. I hadn't read any of those books you mentioned when I wrote The Golden Age that Never Was with the exception of The Hunger Games, which came out over half a decade beforehand (except for the last installment in the trilogy, which was my least favourite lol).

In more detail:

I was inspired to write The Golden Age that Never Was - I can't believe I'm saying this - based on a dream I had in August, 2015.

I read Divergent for the first time in 2016 (er, so after I'd started TGATNW). I read book 1, gave it 2 stars, and don't remember anything about it. I haven't read Maze Runner and I know nothing about it.

Going back through my Goodreads account in 2013 and 2014, I read what looks like almost no books actually published in those years. I read books on cod (literally, the nonfiction book Cod, it's really very good), I read Manna Francis (defo not YA), I read nonfiction books on trauma, I read a bunch of Tricia Owens (M/M not YA), I read Eleanor & Park (YA but contemporary), I read a bunch of M/M, Hagio Moto's Zankoku na Kami ga Shihaisuru manga took over my life for a few months, and then I read a bunch more BL manga (none of it recently published that year) for consecutive months and checked out of anything written in the western world for almost half a year.

I got back into M/M at the end of / beginning of 2015 and it looks like that was all I was reading through all of 2015 with very few exceptions (one more Rainbow Rowell book, Station Eleven by Mandel, and nonfiction). I read no dystopian YA in the 2 year lead up to writing The Golden Age that Never Was. Not a single title. Out of like 200 titles. I didn't even read historical dystopian YA. I think we can safely say that was in no way a direct influence and I can bet you around $500 I had no idea it was a trend lmao.

I do not know exactly how to convey how little I give a shit about reading or responding to publishing trends. I don't care and have never cared. No, wait, I think I attempted to care for about 2 months after seeing a Facebook post about it and then was like 'wait, this is extremely demotivating' and stopped. There are some - few - absolute favourite authors who if they release a book, I will read it that year. (Like the latest Murderbot by Martha Wells). Otherwise I prefer generally not knowing what the trends are, and I don't read author blogs etc. that keep me updated on this. New genres rise and fall and by the time I hear of them, they've either already vanished, or new names have been invented for them.

I feel the same way about music and a lot of television as well. I started watching True Detective for the first time this year. A lot of the music I've listened to and discovered didn't release that music this year. And while I have watched and listened to things that did release this year, it was less because it was 'trendy' and more because they are musicians I've always listened to (Manchester Orchestra) or TV shows I would have wanted to watch anyway.

Also The Golden Age that Never Was isn't dystopian YA. But I wasn't reading much by the way of any dystopian romantic science fiction anyway (and certainly nothing released in those years), and no space operas or anything like that. If TGATNW synced up with any trends at all, it was a happy coincidence. But given I don't think it's YA, if people who only wanted to read dystopian YA found it, they were going to be really disappointed! Lmao.

Around 2013 I also just stopped reading anything heterosexual because I had a choice in the moment and exercised that choice. And I tell you - it's low key hilarious how much you get locked out of almost all the trends (certainly almost 10 years ago) anyway, if you exclusively read same sex.

I also just have general disdain for the idea of purposefully satisfying any kind of fiction trends in fanfiction. Like, no, that's not for me. I think that's a waste of my time, and it's not why I write fanfiction. I write fanfic for fun, and to me, looking at trends and writing to trends is one of the least fun things I can actually think of doing.

(Re: Your Sex Education / Euphoria example, I had to laugh. I haven't seen the latter, and the former I only watched for the first time late last year, when I'd already finished Falling Falling Stars.)

No trend has ever inspired anything I've ever written. And no book / show has ever directly inspired anything I've ever written too. I definitely have inspirations - everyone does - but like, yeah no, one of the reasons I let other people rec works similar to mine is because I can never think of any, because I write because of a perceived vacuum providing what I want to read. If what I want to read is already present and there's a lot of it, I won't write anything, because I don't need to. I am the opposite of an 'adding my book into the pile of a trend' author, like literally, that's a reason to not write for me.

I write what I don't see in the world, and it's pretty much that simple.

#asks and answers #personal #pia on writing #the golden age that never was #like i get that other people write trends very successfully #i hate doing it and i hate even knowing what the trends are #it never lasts and it leads to a bloat in that arena #and honestly anon most of that stuff is still painfully heterosexual #so it's not what i want to read anyway #reading almost exclusively m/m locks me out of almost all the trends #because this world is still heteronormative and writing trends #are still saturated in bigotry #it's gotten better slightly but not a great deal #there are also trends in M/M that i don't particularly care about either #like mafia romance being the rage for the last year or so #in dark m/m romance #like good for them if i feel like writing a mafia romance one day #it'll have nothing to do with what's trendy #will that lose me readers? probably #i can't remember what divergent was about but my review was very scathing and i didn't read any future books fsdalfkajsd

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