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shunsuiken · 25 days

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I JUST CAN’T LEAVE YOU ALONE, CAN WE GET EVEN CLOSER?

pairing. kamisato ayato x gn!bodyguard!reader

genre. fluff for the most part + does get suggestive tho 😁

synopsis. the yashiro commissioner resorts to a scandalous method to get your attention.

wc. 1.5k (i know its short but i wanted to get straight to the point LMAO)

an. guys this is so dumb but one thing that popped up in my head while writing this is that tiktok of that girl going i slowly started to be seducted by him like he’s trying to SEDUCE me 😭😭😭 omg that shits so fuckin funny

“you’re too far away, y/n.”

your eye twitches as you stare at the wooden door. he’s teasing you. a filthy load of shamelessness drips in his tone. an arm rises so he can relax his cheek in his palm, eyeing your figure that has been standing in front of the door this whole time.

you realise why he’s decided to open his mouth after five minutes of dead silence.

you’re not looking at him.

“y/n, i said you’re too far away.” his voice is louder this time. it sounds closer to a command.

“i am standing at an appropriate distance from you, my lord.” you’re staring laser beams into the door at this point. “feel free to attend to your bathing requirements independently.”

ayato scoffs. a shiver crawls up your spine.

“it was my understanding that you, my personal bodyguard, were informed about the injuries i sustained during the failed fatui assassination attempt.” drawing circles in the water with the tip of his index finger, he sighs, “sadly, my current physical state renders me incapable of attending to my bathing requirements.”

“so i would be most grateful for your assistance.” you can practically see the grin on his lips, devilish and scheming.

before ayato picks up the bathing cloth, you’ve already given in, practically attaching your eyes to the bathtub as you sit on the stool provided for you. taking the cloth, you dip it in the water to soak it up before gently gliding it across his shoulders with shaky hands.

“ah, there we go. now wasn’t that easy?” ayato turns his face towards you, now showing more of his naked back—wet and glistening in all its glory.

you feel you might faint.

you hum in agreement, holding onto that blasted bathing cloth for dear life. ayato seems to notice and turns his whole body towards you out of curiosity, but your head snaps in the other direction instead!

“y/n, how will you help me bathe if you’re facing that way?” you can hear the water splash around the stone material of the tub. it drips down the side, slowly sliding towards the stone floor.

you’re his bodyguard. you’re his bodyguard. this wasn’t part of the job description—so why are you even here?!

“my lord, i find it difficult to provide assistance if you keep moving,” you respond indifferently, maintaining some level of professionalism despite how this situation has broken all levels of it.

from the corner of your eye, you can vaguely see his hair sticking to his collarbones and shoulders. ayato knows you can see him like this. so there’s simply no point in acting such a way. but he laughs, humoured by your behaviour anyway. “oh please drop the formalities. i am merely an injured man before you.”

a naked, injured man. you correct him silently.

“mm.” you don’t really know what else to say. how were you supposed to explain any of this to anybody if they caught you leaving the bathing hall with him?!

you soak up the wash cloth once more, beginning to clean him up again. avoiding all eye contact and opportunities of skinship turns out to be much more difficult than you thought. however, when it’s time to clean his chest area, you wordlessly pass the cloth back to him.

“hm?” he looks at you. “what about over here?” he asks, pointing at his chest shamelessly.

you gape at him—oh, you’re finally looking at him now. and you wish you didn’t.

ayato is so utterly gorgeous. cheeks dusted in a shade of pink from the steam and his lips, moistened and sanguine. he would have been recognised as a deity were it not for his mortal disposition.

ayato rather takes pleasure in this look on your face. baffled, stunned, dumbfounded—this list could go on! what he finds interesting though, is that your eyes never seem to go past his shoulders. and, ayato, being quite fond of his cute and adorable bodyguard, has to tease you.

“this is as far as i will go,” you inhale, feeling like your mask of indifference will crumble within seconds. “my lord, it would be inappropriate for me to assist you in this area.”

ayato’s brows raise in excitement, revelling in how you try to stay professional. you’re doing a much better job than he would’ve expected—if it were anybody else, they would have been seduced right away.

but it’s you that the lord is playing with. and he intends to play with you until he is satisfied.

“but you’ve already come this far, why not do the rest while you’re at it?” your bottom lip quivers.

ayato figures that he’ll need to try something else to get your attention to where it needs to be.

you gasp when he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you towards him until you’re sitting on the edge of the stone tub. your uniform is dampened as you sit on the edge but you can care less when ayato peers up at you with those lavender eyes.

“m- my lord, what do you intend to do?” you curse yourself silently for stuttering. the vapour from the bath water makes your cheeks hot and sticks your hair to your forehead.

kind of looks like you could use a bath too. ayato makes a brief comment in his mind, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he ponders on a response.

“get in the bath with me.”

a moment passes by. you swear you have never heard a more ridiculous request than this. for the past few years you’ve dealt with his unique appetite, his clothing requirements and his… special personality but this request is the first one that renders you speechless.

“what?”

“get in the bath with me,” ayato repeats, firmer this time.

you’ve lost feeling in your legs ever since he took your hand, but it’s not long before you’re soaked in bath water—with ayato there to soften the fall as your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders. you land with an oompf, fingers wiping droplets on your face, unfortunately missing the biggest grin on your boss’ lips.

“there, that was not so difficult, was it?” his voice is much closer by your ear now, sending a wave of chills down your spine.

you hesitantly meet his eyes, behind those pretty lashes and soft sky blue hair that clings to his forehead and cheeks. “wasn’t,” you mutter as your gaze shakes in your stare. you fear that if you tear your eyes away from him again he’ll do something else even more ridiculous.

the water swooshes and you fall onto your butt when ayato finds himself on top of your lap. you can feel his thighs just gently pressing against your own which is making you wonder how you haven’t already lost consciousness.

but it’s also making you think about things you never would’ve thought you would think about.

is ayato, your employer, trying to seduce you?!

you try to think of something to say. anything. doesn’t matter how random it could be. you inhale sharply, “so did you actually have work to do or did you just want me to loiter around you?”

“not to ‘loiter’,” ayato chuckles at your word choice while you think you’ve heard heaven’s gates fly right open. “but to ‘accompany’. i did indeed have work to complete but such a mind-numbing task becomes more bearable with you around.” he traces your cheek with the pad of his thumb, palm just ghosting over your ear. “do you know how adorable you look when you’re sitting by the door with that straight look on your face?”

“that is my job, my lord.” you don’t lean away from his touch. a good sign for him. “i didn’t think i would be such a distraction, if you would like, i could relocate just outsi-”

it’s featherlight. barely even a kiss. just a gentle brush of his lips over yours. but that miniscule feeling is like a fire and it burgeons in your chest, melting away the cold iceberg of your doubts and worries. there is no turning back now. it’s like your hand has grown a mind of its own when it wraps around ayato’s neck, pulling him closer so his lips collide with yours again.

“oh dear,” ayato mutters lowly. his hair tickles your cheek. “are my feelings being reciprocated?”

your lips are like magnets to his. it makes you grin at the revelation of your own emotions. “i fear you’ve successfully seduced me, my lord.” ayato smiles as your gaze flickers between his eyes and lips.

being caged between his arms has to be considered some sort of sport for your heart. the last time it threatened to leap out of your chest like this was during the official selection of ayato’s bodyguards.

“that makes a fine headline for the steambird, don’t you think?” ayato keeps his lips close to yours, doing everything he can in his power to not crash his lips onto yours again. and so pathetically too. “‘bodyguard allegedly seduced by the yashiro commissioner’.”

“indeed. now wouldn’t that shake things up here in inazuma,” you laugh, cupping your hands in the water to pour over what you can onto his shoulders. “well now that you’re all cleaned up, don’t you think you should get ready for bed?”

ayato gives you a pointed look. “will you dress me?”

“i-” you shouldn’t even pretend like you’re surprised by this. nodding your head, you reassure him, “that can be arranged.”

#ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #ayato x reader fluff #kamisato ayato fluff

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lasirenatarot · 2 years

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Hello darlings!!💋 This is my first ever PAC reading, hope you like it! If traditional gender roles aren’t applicable to you convert to feminine/masculine energy.

{18+} Your person’s hidden $€xual fantasies about you and will they reveal them to you.

—>Pile 1

9 pentacles; 8pentacles; 6cups; high priestess; the empress; 9 of swords reversed; and more from other decks.

First of all let me just mention: do not shoot the messenger if you do not like what is being said.I am getting kinda weird vibes from your person pile 1! ( i don’t judge tho lololol)

Briefly, the whole vibe I’m getting can be described with this Weeknd song “Professional” or “Six feet under”, again by The Weeknd, where he sings about a girl who does SW professionally if I can say it like that. The image I’m getting is red lights district if u know what I meannn..

«…You're professional, won’t treat it like it's personal

No, 'cause this is just love, it always makes its way back around…

'Cause everything you've been through made you stronger and every day you learn about yourself..

Depending on somebody else's wealth

But now you know the value of a dollar

And girl I make enough of it to spend

I love the way you've put yourself together.. »

Nowww, I am not saying this man’s fantasies are to cheat with a S*x worker if y’all are in a committed relationship *you can switch the word to masculine energy if it is not applicable to your situation*, I think he will be onto some role-playing sh*t where the feminine is the dominant one and he is PAYING to be dominated, take this how u want. I do not see anything aggressive tho, more like a soft fem-dom, although he may like being restricted in a way as I’m getting Saturn energy. Blindfolding, spending money..

His fantasy is an independent, detached woman who is ALL about her money, an Empress with a man-eater typa energy. The masculine energy from this pile may be dominant in his job/life as a whole, and that is why he would like the exact opposite in bed. He may be very busy and tired as well from his work and this would be another reason for him to like the woman to take the lead. I am also getting cowgirl, riding and some form of exhibitionism (or even str**pers, lap dancing etc.) as additional details. He may like this role playing thing because he sees it as a game which helps him escape some sort of melancholy. Mutual pleasure is a thing for him as well, he likes to work for the feminine’s approval, serving her in a way. Some may not like this as well but I’ll say it anyway- physical beauty and foreign women *fem energy* may be a turn on for this person. He has wounds from his past he should face is sth else I am getting. He may also like to appear as a savior to this fantasy woman I described, a knight on a white horse if u will..

« She don't depend on anybody, know just what to do with her own body..Countin' all that money like a hobby..she don’t give a f**ck about nobody..

She don't need nobody waitin' back home, she got it..

She lick it up just like a candy, She wanna make 'em leave they family

She tryna live a life so fancy, she wanna pull up in a Bentley..

She ain't got time for lovin' , Louis Vuitton her husband, she’d rather die in lustin' ..»

However, I do not think he would openly admit his fantasies, he would like them to stay a secret.

Placements: aquarius venus; Capricorn; scorpio sun; fire placements, possibly leo; mars in gemini. – aqua venus/leo may be for the femme, while Capricorn and scorpio for the masc. or vice versa.

—>Pile 2

This pile will probably be the most romantic one out of the three. I am not getting much s**ual details, besides some sort of very light bondage, more likely handcuffs.

This person’s fantasy is to build a life with you basically, they want to share both the good and the bad moments in life with you, focusing on the good, as a lot of cups fell which gives me party vibes. The masculine energy would like things to start veeeery slow, he is a person who pays a lot of attention to detail, even too much. This person would like to know everything about you, your interests, hardships and opinions. He would be the type to actually listen to what you say and remember little details about you and what you like. I think the connection y’all (people who choose pile2) have is pretty new.

You and your person might still be in the “courtship” stages even. This person is the type to write love letters, send flowers, presents, wine&dine typa man - everything romantic and sweet overall. I am getting lots of cuddles, hugs etc. -I must say I am very jealous of you pile 2 ahahahh🧿🧿🧿

His hidden fantasy is to be romantic, give all the love he has to you, and get the same energy back. The reason why is ‘hidden’ I think lies in the fact that he may have been betrayed by past partners, not having got the same amount of energy/love he was giving OR he may have been raised in a family in which emotional people were looked upon as weak ORRR both. I think currently this person has an open heart or is on a mission to become more vulnerable and openly emotional with those he loves, which I think is a very sweet thing.

This person would def share his fantasies about you with you. He would want you to remember the intercourses y’all are having, maybe even be “the best u ever had”, this person also loves and worships your body and is the type to praise/compliment you in bed. Would also love to see you dressing up for him in lingerie, nice dress, full glam and all. This person loves just seeing you shining and happy, would want to make you come every time.

I am also getting they have been waiting looong time for a person like you to come into his life, even if he was in another relationship prior to getting with you. He was probably feeling his soul was “sick” or like something was missing in previous connections. And there was sth missing – the chemistry, conversations and intimacy you two currently have. Some people are meant to be, some not, and that’s just life.- Astrological placements: Sagittarius, scorpio, venus in pisces, mercury in pisces, embodiment of leo energy for the feminine, I am not getting leo placements tho. The attention to detail is giving virgo moon for some reason to me, although it did not appear in the cards.

—>Pile 3

This may definitely be the k*inky pile. First thing I get is that this person likes taking risks, adventures and is very spontaneous in nature. This person needs constant changes in their s*x life. I feel like they’d try everything taboo you can think of, at least once, and would be open to anything.

!!!!TW!!!!!

The only particular theme I get would be a “fantasy” for this person is power dynamics in which the masculine is the dominant one, while the feminine is very submi$$ive. Also ro**ugh/aggre$$ive s*x. This of course would be consensual and I also get they’d get pleasure from pleasing their partner as well, getting them to experience “a little d€ath”.

Ch*king and heavy BD$M theme, the whole act is a game for them. Their main fantasy would be to tame *metaphorical* in bed an independent woman who would be submissive only for him.

It’s giving you can be the boss by lana del rey

This person may be jealous and possessive tho. (if you are not okay with any of this and feel like they cross a line – LEAVE them).

I also get they maybe have some insecurities in themselves. This may not be applicable for all, but this is a collective reading after all.

They like having a trophy wife typa woman?? /fem.

I think this person would be open with you about their fantasies.

Astrological placements: aquarius, gemini sun, libra moon, aries, aries mars.

I hope you liked it!! I also added songs which remind me of the vibes I got while reading the cards. Please give me feedback and follow me, and just know that more is coming 🔜🔜

- La Sirena🥀🥀🥀

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thetarttfuldickhead · 10 months

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It’s seems unlikely that Roy will have time to get up every morning to train with Jamie now that he’s been made manager, but since neither of them feels quite right if they don’t spend absurd amounts of time together they’ll meet up for breakfast after Jamie’s early morning work-out at least three times a week, and then go into work together.

As they spend more and more time hanging out without the excuse of training, though, Roy gets a little particular about keeping things extra professional in the work place: there’s no beating the favouritism allegations, not truly, but when at Richmond he tries to keep it at the Jamie is our best player and my special project and I am going to be extra hard on him-level rather than the Jamie is my best friend and I’m furious about how much I love him-level.

And Jamie’s good with it, too, being all respectfully Coach and doing as he’s told and carefully not giving Roy any lip while they’re on the clock. But because this is Roy it gets a little bit ridiculous at times, potentially leading to interactions like this:

A regular morning a few months into the season, Roy and Jamie arriving just in the nick of time, chatting and grinning as easily as you please when they saunter into the dressing rooms with just a few minutes to spare. Jamie goes to his cubby, Roy steps into his office – only to come right back out:

“Oi, Tartt! Training starts in five minutes, why the fuck haven’t you changed yet?”

As the room around them hushes for a moment, Jamie’s face is a study in confusion turning to incredulity to fucking really, man? “Sorry, Coach,” he says, and there’s just the tiniest hint of snark in his voice. “Bloke who gave me a ride here took ages finishing his toast ‘cause he couldn’t stop nattering on about this play his niece put on last night.”

At that, the rest of the team decide that this is just Roy and Jamie being Roy and Jamie again, nothing to worry about, so they go back to tying their shoelaces and what-not. Roy, however, takes a step closer, waving his finger in Jamie’s face.

“I’m not interested in you fucking excuses, Tartt. Part of your job is being here and ready on time, so don’t go fucking blaming others if you can’t manage that, do you hear me?”

Jamie just looks at him. Roy looks right back, not breaking, and eventually Jamie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Sorry, Coach. Won’t happen again.”

“Good.” Roy nods slowly in that angry way of his, and then he stalks back to his office.

Jamie looks to Sam, probably, and they do their whole little thing of can you fucking believe it and you signed up for this, my friend, so you better suck it up.

Shaking his head at this coldhearted (but fair) lack of support, Jamie turns to Cockburn as he begins to hurriedly change, confiding: “The play was dead good and all, but not like I wasn’t there to see it myself, right? Didn’t really need a scene-by-scene breakdown of it, did I?”

(And then after training they leave together again to go have dinner with Keeley, probably.)

#sorry i’m on a roy being ridiculous kick lately #he's just so fucking funny when he's being ridiculous and i love him a lot #roy and jamie's continued adventures in being utterly weird #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #royjamie #ted lasso #crack #random ramblings #my stuff

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neonacity · 2 years

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Blood Red | Ch.2 | Haechan x Reader

Summary: You’re a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo, Johnny

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex). Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor]. This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on a book that I’ve always loved way way back, “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

CHAPTER 1

"What exactly are you looking for again?"

You barely looked up from the pile of folders half-covering your face as you heard Jungwoo's voice from behind one of the massive steel cabinets in the room. The place was so badly illuminated—an almost forgotten area in the headquarters where old file cases are stowed away—that you had to squint just to read the small text on the browning pages. You sighed at another useless document you skimmed through and pulled out another folder to read.

"Lee Haechan's criminal history. His case files said that he has been arrested as a minor for juvenile crimes but I feel like there's something lacking," you tried to explain as you went from one page to the next. Jungwoo poked his head from the cabinet he had been rummaging around and frowned at you.

"What do you mean lacking?"

You clicked your tongue in frustration as you closed yet another folder with useless information. Everything in the files are exactly what you've been given already when you started the case, but somehow, you just can't shake the feeling that there's something incredibly important that you are not seeing.

"I don't know. A missing link. My gut feel says I am not seeing the full picture."

Your friend finally stepped away from his corner and went over to where you are, a pile of new documents now gathered in his arms. You didn't need to glance at him to read off the look he is drilling on the top of your head right now as he approached your crowded table.

"Don't you think that… maybe you are reading too much on this? The boy is damaged. A criminal. Maybe there is no missing link and he's just evil?"

You winced internally as you considered that. If you follow regular logic here, what he is saying could exactly be the truth. Your role in this case is not to unravel everything, but to simply try and give the boy a diagnosis. You've already done that, which means your job is almost done, but there is also something about the whole thing that still rubs you differently.

"When I talked to him, Haechan said that Donghyuck only started acting out when he turned eighteen. He only had records of doing minor offenses before, but after coming of age, his crimes escalated. He became violent. It doesn't make sense that someone would do that—even if they have dissociative identity disorder—unless there is a trigger."

"A trigger?"

"Yes. People like him usually have these situations that set them off. For example, the first splintering of his personality happened because of abuse he experienced as a child. The fact that Donghyuck, who has been 'protecting' Haechan since then, started becoming violent means that there must be something that set him off."

Jungwoo was quiet as he thought that over. As the assigned detective in the case, he believes that the two of you have already covered everything, but he is also slowly starting to see where you are coming from. On the other hand, he is also aware that this might be just another fixation for you. After being friends for years, he knows that one of your faults is that you can’t stop yourself from getting at the bottom of something once you've set your mind to it.

"Look, if you want to dig more, I won't stop you. But… make sure that you don't go too far, alright? I’ve personally met the boy a few times, and I'm pretty sure he's not like any you have handled before.”

You gave your friend a thankful smile. Reaching over the table, you wound your fingers with his before giving them a squeeze.

"Thank you, Woo. How about you let me treat you since you decided to spend your weekend with me? Anything you want.”

The man rolled his eyes but stopped as if to consider your offer. Finally, he gave you a small nod as he decided on something.

"You said anything?"

"As long as it doesn’t involve drugs, yes."

"Let's go clubbing tonight then. Nobody goes home until one of us passes out drunk. Deal?"

You hesitated, but only briefly. Personally, you're not someone who is big on partying, but you've been stressed out in the past few days anyway with so many things on your plate. Maybe... this is exactly what you need. With a pointed move, you closed the folder spread out in front of you and slid out of your stool.

"Last man standing books an uber for the drunk one, okay? Let's go. Drinks on me."

******

You've never really been good at keeping promises every time there is alcohol involved.

You made a mental note to text Jungwoo back first thing tomorrow as your phone vibrated for nth time in your purse. Muttering a curse under your breath, you finally stumbled inside the foyer of the apartment after fumbling through the threshold of an unfamiliar doorway. Your head was spinning, but you weren't plastered enough to miss the warmth that circled your hips as you almost fell face first to the floor. Straightening up, you let your bag fall with a dull thud somewhere as you hurried to get out of your heels.

"Bedroom… Where—"

A low chuckle came from behind you in response. Before you could even lose your balance again, you felt a warm breath fan over the back of your neck before lips trailed up and down your sensitive skin there. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the feeling, and your lips parted slightly in a wordless gasp.

"Easy, sweetheart. Turn around. I'll carry you there."

Your world was tipping so bad that you didn't need telling twice. It lacked any grace, but you somehow managed to angle yourself correctly for the stranger to hook his arm behind your knees and lift you bridal style. The walk from the living room was quick, and soon enough you felt the softness of the bed cushion your already burning up form. You slightly rolled your head to the side then, your eyes landing on the man currently standing by the side of the bed, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. His shirt was already discarded on the floor, revealing the hard planes of his lean form that the filtered light from the outside touched. How you got into this situation now with this stranger, you could barely remember anymore, but even in your drunken state, you couldn't fail to notice how the spot between your legs throbbed just by looking at him.

"Like what you're seeing?" His voice was low but teasing when he noticed you gawking at him. Maybe it's the alcohol, but you felt bold enough to look at him straight in the eyes without blushing.

"If we're going to fuck, you need to help me out of this skirt," you said plainly, almost in a matter of fact tone. He laughed in return, and soon enough you felt his big hands go over your hips and peeling your clothing off of you. You let him do the job, using the time instead to run your hands over his smooth skin. You dipped your fingers lower, resting just on the top of his jeans which he merely unbuttoned earlier. The same second he finally removed your skirt, you hooked your fingers on the loop of his belt and pulled him down so that the hardening bulge in his pants pressed directly on your growing wetness. Both of you moaned at the same time—your voice gasping and stuttering while he hissed broken curses—when you hooked your legs around his hips and started rubbing your still clothed wetness against his. The friction of his jeans against your soaked underwear was delicious, and you soon enough felt the start of a tightening knot at the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty girl. Look at you humping against me. You were acting like a prude just an hour ago."

Your retaliation came in the form of a long winded groan, but you did bury your blunt nails into the skin of his back, a move that earned another low hiss from him. As if to punish you, he started rubbing himself harder against you, his hips rutting against yours. You gasped, the action making you close your eyes in pleasure.

"Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to cum with just this?"

You were on the verge of an orgasm, but your body was craving for more than just simply reaching your peak. You didn't know what it was about tonight that was different, but you were sure it was just not the alcohol that was influencing the almost desperate need that has your core burning. It was almost like there was a part of you that was screaming to get out—a part you could only appease by having someone fill you up right at this moment.

"Fuck me," you whispered almost brokenly, your voice sounding almost alien to your ears. The gaze of the man above you darkened with desire, but his jaw also set as if he's hesitating about something.

"Are you sure? You're drunk."

If this was any other day, you would have found his consideration very gentlemanly. You knew for a fact he wasn't against burying himself in you right now with how hard he feels against you, but you also honestly couldn't care about manners at the moment. All your mind was zoned in was your need to release, something you know you can only reach with him filling you up to the hilt. To prove your point to him, you arched your back and grinded against him harder, a move that made him groan loudly and fall halfway on top of you, his weight supported by his arms on both sides of your head. You stared at him, eyes burning on his face.

"What's your name again?" You whispered as you rubbed your slit against his length. He cursed, but managed to push out an answer between his teeth.

"Johnny."

"Believe me, Johnny. I'm not drunk enough to forget your name tomorrow. Now, can you just fuck me? Because I'm almost there."

The way he looked at you said that you've made your point clear. Jaw tightening, he pushed himself off of you again to reach out for something from his bedside drawer. You were still dizzy, but you managed to prop yourself up as well, hands grabbing and pulling at his pants while he unrolled the condom. His cock finally sprung free on your hand, heavy and hard with pre-cum glistening on his tip. He wasted no time slipping the condom on despite his pants and boxers only shoved halfway down and you temporarily busied yourself by pressing kisses against his chest and leaving marks there. The next seconds that followed had him slipping off your soaked underwear off of you, before turning you around so fast that you fell face first on the mattress as he lifted your bare ass up. You moaned against the covers when he slipped two fingers inside your dripping hole with no warning, scissoring them before pulling out again to spread your wetness all over your pussy lips.

"Shit, you're so wet. You're such a freak."

His words only made heat shoot up from the base of your spine straight to your head. As you managed to prop yourself up by your elbows, you felt his cock finally prod your entrance, the tip slipping between your folds with no resistance at all. Just when you thought he would finally bury himself to the hilt though, he pulled back again before slipping shallowly inside once more.

That continued for a few more moments, during which you would desperately try to push back against him so you could finally feel him in your guts. His grip on your hips stopped you though, his hold tight enough to limit your movements. His shallow thrusts were doing nothing but tease the orgasm that you could still feel at the tip of your tongue, close enough for you to almost tsste. His teasing was making you frustrated by the second, especially with your walls desperate to close in on something as you dipped in and out of the verge of orgasm.

"Can you stop and just—"

Your words were cut off into a scream when he suddenly buried himself balls deep inside of you. Eyes growing round, you collapsed on the bed again at the sheer force of his thrust as you felt him fill you up completely. A low groan rumbled through his chest as your walls finally swallowed him whole, but you barely heard his hiss of pleasure when the cord of tension inside of you finally broke due to the sudden action action alone. You squeezed around his cock like a vice as you rode your orgasm, waves and waves of pleasure rendering you numb for a moment. The feeling of your velvety walls trying to suck him in deeper made Johnny whisper a string of curses behind you, his hips stuttering as he almost collapsed on top of you while you rode out your orgasm. His bare chest pressed against your back as he tried his best not to cum from your walls fluttering around his length alone.

You have barely recovered from your high when your eyes closed again and he finally started thrusting in and out of you. The moment he started moving, you realized just how big he is, his length filling you up so well you could swear he is rearranging your guts. The stretch was almost painful, but the discomfort slowly ebbed away when he finally started pounding into you at a faster pace. He was pistoning you so hard his hipbones rubbed deliciously against the curves of your ass every time he would bury himself balls deep into your aching cunt.

"You're so fucking tight. How are you so tight. When was the last time you got fucked, baby?"

You would have answered, but the pleasure that was running through your veins was so delicious that all you could do was to grab fistfuls of his duvet as you tried to match his pace. Slapping sounds filled the room, and you could feel the wetness from your earlier orgasm trickle down your thighs. Your head is still spinning, and you’re only half aware of the broken words and groans that left your lips as he pounded you at an unforgiving pace. When he angled himself a little lower, you could have sworn you saw stars when the new position finally let him hit that spot deep inside of you that always makes your toes curl.

You must have screamed, because he reached out to cover your mouth with his massive hand afterwards. He pressed his lips against your temple now as his other free hand slipped under you, his fingers moving your bra deftly out of the way so he could tug and play at your hardened nipple. The new angle had him crowding on top of you, his massive body covering yours as he planted his knees deeper on the mattress. His pace have gone brutal, that you almost felt like a ragdoll as his cock hit your sweet spot again and again and again.

"Squeeze around me more, honey. God, I want to ruin you so bad."

Maybe it's the alcohol mixed with the brain-melting pleasure you were feeling, but for a moment there, you thought his voice changed for a second. It sounded a little higher, almost breathy as the words rolled from his tongue. Just the sound of it alone made your walls squeeze around him again so hard he cursed loudly behind you. That was the last trigger he needed to finally lose control, his hips pressing down on you so hard that your legs finally gave way under you, leaving you pressed flat on your stomach on the mattress. Johnny didn’t wait another second to loop his arms under yours, his elbows propped on the bed to lock you under his weight. The new angle let him pummel deeper inside of you, your wetness leaking and ruining his bed covers. Everything was so messy, rough, and primal, that you know it wouldn't take long for you to finally reach your second high of the night.

"...So beautiful. You're so beautiful…"

"Noona."

Your eyes suddenly opened in shock. You were so lost in the heat of the moment, but the word still rang loud and clear to your ears that it broke through the haze of the impending wave of orgasm that you were about to go under. It was in the same voice you thought you heard earlier—the one that absolutely didn't belong to Johnny.

"I'm going to cum. Will you let me cum inside you? I want to do it raw."

No… What is happening…

"Mm… you're so close, too. You're squeezing me so hard. You want it just as much as I do, don’t you?"

You know that voice... But how could he… Why is he here…

"Are you wearing your red lipstick? Turn around. I want to see it when you cum around my cock."

Oh my god. Oh my god.

The last thrust hit the deepest part inside of you so hard that the tight cord in the pit of your stomach finally snapped. A wordless scream was ripped out of you as waves and waves of pleasure crashed against you again, making your whole body shake and your walls lock around the cock still pistoning in and out of you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't even notice that you've been turned on your back again, your legs now spread wide open. You were still riding the crest of your orgasm when your gaze–that had almost gone white from your peak–finally focused on the face hovering above you.

"Now, my turn."

It was like the breath was knocked out of you the moment your brain registered what you were seeing. Instead of Johnny, a pair of dark eyes peered at you now from between locks of blood red hair. You froze.

Haechan… No, Donghyuck smirked at you as he made one last thrust to bury himself to the hilt deep inside of you. It must be the shock and the feeling of his cock twitching as it kissed your deepest parts, but the last thing you could remember was his iron grip on your waist as your body was overtaken by pleasure again, before darkness swallowed you.

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"Hey. You okay?"

The words traveled slowly from your ears to your brain as your consciousness slowly swam into focus again. You have no idea where you are or how long you've been out, but you groaned softly at the throbbing pain that shot like a needle at the back of your head when you tried to move.

"Easy there. You'll get dizzy."

Your eyes snapped open the same time your brain finally caught up with what was happening. Turning your head to the side, you felt your heart suddenly jump to your throat as you tried to look for the source of the voice. It was like your lungs stopped working for a good few seconds when your gaze finally landed on its owner.

"Joh..nny…"

The man smiled at you with what looked like relief from the other side of the bed. He was clothed, a fact that made you instantly check your own state. A big shirt clung around your form now which is currently half covered by the duvet. You feel warm and dry too… which means he might have cleaned you up as well. The look of confusion on your face must have been so obvious because Johnny chuckled beside you before speaking again.

"You fainted earlier. I would have loved to say it's because I made you feel so good, but I have to partly admit that it might also be because of the alcohol."

"I… fainted…?" You asked slowly as you tried to sift through your thoughts one by one. So Johnny was the one who was there with you all along. Why then did you see what you just saw before you lost consciousness?

"More so collapsed," he answered before a slightly guilty look flashed through his features. "I was honestly worried, thought I pushed you a little too hard. You're not… feeling unwell or hurt anywhere are you?"

You slowly shook your head in answer. Yes, there's a throbbing dull pain at the back of your head, but other than that you feel okay. If anything, the one thing that you would chalk off as concerning is the queasiness in your stomach—though the source of it is not because of the alcohol, at all.

No, it's caused by something much worse. Nothing can wash away the bitter taste in your mouth at the moment, especially after realizing what just happened earlier.

You've hallucinated.

Saw Haechan in your head at such a vulnerable, intimate moment.

The thought of it alone made your stomach turn. You're confused, but most of all you feel disgusted over yourself. Even now, goosebumps are rising in your skin as you try to analyze the why and how of what just ocurred.

"You good?"

You turned to look at Johnny again who was now peering at you with a concerned look. Seeing him made you reel in your emotions temporarily and focus on the situation at hand.

"I'm—yes, I'm okay. Look, I am so sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to stay longer here than I should have. I'll just go pick up my clothes and then I'll—"

"Whoa, wait, it's fine. You're not leaving, especially at this hour."

"But I…"

He smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind you staying for a little bit longer. This might be a casual thing, but that's not a reason for me to not be a gentleman. Besides, I already put your clothes in the wash. You can just stay here until morning."

You would admit, the offer did make you relax a bit. The truth is that you are still shaken by what happened, and you would rather not be alone with your thoughts at least for now. Hesitantly, you gave the man a thankful smile.

"Thank you so much, Johnny, I really appreciate it."

"No problem. You did make my night really interesting anyway. And you do remember ny name," he said with a playful wink. "Why don't you go back to sleep? Your hangover will kill you tomorrow if you stay up more."

"Uh… yeah. I guess I'll try and rest more."

You gave him one last smile of thanks before easing deeper into the covers. It's a little bit strange trying to relax in someone else's bed since you have always preferred not staying the night over for situations like this, but you at least tried to cope by turning on your side, your back on Johnny, to give him his personal space still. He had just settled in too when he spoke again.

"Hey, I know it's not my place to ask this, but can I ask you something if that's okay?

You angled your head a little to show him that you are listening.

"Sure. What is it?"

There was a slight pause before he spoke again.

"Who is Haechan?"

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"Noona!"

You looked up from staring at your hands at the sound of a familiar voice from the doorway. A smiling Haechan half ran, half walked towards you, his eyes dancing as it fixed on your form sitting in the middle of the room. You tried your best to return the gesture as he joined you on the table, his expression clear and open.

In the past few weeks that you've started visiting him more for follow-ups, you've managed to build a different kind of rapport with the boy. You wouldn't exactly call it friendly, but more of a trusting type of connection, at least on his side. Outside of his case files and the fact that you meet in a literal prison, Haechan seems like a normal boy. A little shy at first, but easy-going and even charmingly funny at times when he really relaxes.

One thing that stood out to you, however, is how Donghyuck never seems to resurface during your sessions. You know he is still there because his lawyers and the police still interact with him for interrogations, but ever since the time you first met his counterpart, he has never talked to you again. You never asked why because it is not best practice to tell people with his condition to 'push' personalities out into their consciousness, so you simply assumed that Haechan's growing trust on you was the sole reason behind the behavior.

You have already learned to be more relaxed and casual around the boy, but you flinched ever so slightly now as he sat on the long bench beside you and grabbed your hand. You have tried to push back the unwitting thoughts from last night at the back of your mind on your ride here from Johnny's place, but you still can't help but feel a little awkward now that he is close. It was only thanks to your training that you were able to mask whatever discomfort you are feeling now, your smile remaining plastered on your face as you regarded him.

"Hi, Haechan. Good morning. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay. I started doing art therapy yesterday. They said you asked them to let me try it. I enjoyed it a lot! Thanks, noona."

You nodded and gave a slight pat on his hand before you surreptitiously pulled it away from his hold under the guise of writing something in your record.

"That's great. Tell me more about it. What did you enjoy the most while you're doing it?" You asked, your eyes dipped away from his face as you started scrawling on your notes. The boy paused for a bit, thinking over his words.

"I like choosing colors and just blending them together on the canvas. It's very relaxing."

"Oh, are you doing abstract painting?"

He leaned his head slightly to the side in answer.

"I think so? I don't use paintbrushes, just my fingers. I just put whatever color I find pretty on the paper."

"That's very interesting. What are your favorite colors so far?"

"I like the greens and blacks. And the cobalt blue. It reminds me of the sea. And then red… because I remember your lips."

Your hand froze in the middle of writing at what he said. Slowly, you looked up to him as a cold feeling started climbing your arms. The tone of his voice was the same, and you confirmed it was Haechan who was still with you when you finally met his gaze. He still had his easy-going smile on and he looked back at you with that open, friendly gaze of his. If not for his choice of words, you would have thought something had switched.

"I see…" you tried to smile back before tearing your eyes away and focusing once again on your paper. You tried your best to push it back, but something was trying to press against the edge of your consciousness again, like a bird beating its wings against its cage. It was the same feeling that you had last night with Johnny, the sensation of something wanting to escape from somewhere deep inside of you.

“Have you ever tried doing art before? We’ve never talked about your hobbies outside of this place."

“Not… really. I didn’t really have time to do anything for myself before. I was always working odd jobs just to make sure I survive and send money to my mom. I still support her even though I moved away from our home.”

“That’s very nice of you, Haechan,” you said, glancing at him to give him a smile. “Now that you’re here though, would you say you have more time for yourself to… gather your thoughts and focus on yourself?”

His lips tipped upwards as if he found something funny about what you said. “Do I like being here? Noona, it’s a prison. I don’t think my situation is any better. But then again…” he trailed off, his eyes slipping sideways momentarily. For a moment, it almost looked like he was listening to someone behind him. It was quick, and soon enough he was looking back at you, his smile back to normal. “If it means being here stops me from hurting people, then I guess I won’t mind staying here a little bit longer.”

You stared at him, processing that slowly. More and more you could see the awareness in him, which only worked to fan your hope that he could get better. Finally, you smiled back before turning back to your notes.

“That’s great, Haechan. I think we can get this sorted out as long as you want to work on yourself.”

“Mm… Besides, being here makes it easier for me to see you more. Otherwise, you won’t visit me that often. Right... noona?”

The way his tongue rolled over the last word made you freeze again in your seat. It was so swift and so subtle, but there is no denying the change of tone in his voice from the lighter one he used just seconds ago. Just like that, you felt as if ice was injected into your veins, your body reacting as if a switch has been turned on. When you slowly raised your head again to look at him, you felt your heart temporarily stop in your chest.

Donghyuck’s lips slowly tipped into a slight smirk, his eyes burning against your face.

“By the way... I don’t like the smell of your shampoo today. It's very… manly for my taste.”

CHAPTER 3

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A/N: So... it’s my first time writing smut. I’ve always thought it was never one of my strongest suits, and I think that thought was proven just now. I did try though, but this is the most of what my creativity level could take me lol. Anyway, enjoy.

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universitypenguin · 26 days

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Hey beautiful! How are you? How is the writing? I am missing Lloyd and princess so much to the point where I am going to have to reread their fic🫣will they be making a return in the near future? No pressure, just asking because I genuinely love those two.

Hey! Thanks so much for reaching out, it means a lot to know people still care about my writing - especially since I haven’t been very productive as of late. I know there’s lots of other talented fanfic authors out there for you to enjoy. 💛

I've been hanging in there, thank you for asking. Things have been pretty hectic lately for me. I’ve been working on chapter 27 off and on for the past two months and kept getting discouraged when it wasn’t turning out how I envisioned. Then, at the beginning of April, I got a job offer. It was very exciting and I accepted it immediately - however the process of starting that new job was ended up being very time consuming. The job itself is actually pretty easy, especially compared to what I used to do, which is great news for me!

Also, in the middle of job searching this winter/spring, I accidentally let one of my major professional certifications expire. (A word of advice: do NOT do this, it sucks. 😑)

Unfortunately it’s not a license I’ve actively worked under for the past two years, so I wasn’t eligible to just throw in some education hours and appeal the expiration. Because I hadn’t used my license recently, I had to take a semester long college course and re-test with the state and pass their in person practicals before they’d let me apply to get my license back. Basically they made me start over from almost zero. I was not thrilled.

That class is just now wrapping up. I still have to do the final exam, take my state licensing exam, pass the state practicals, and then I’ll be allowed to apply for a new license. It’s been a lot. Learn from my mistakes: don’t let your certifications expire. Those test are all coming up in the next two weeks.

Anyways, back to the point.

TPATL definitely took a hit during all this chaos, especially around midterms when everything began to pile up and the job change started to take shape. I kept promising myself I'd dive back into it, but life just kept throwing curveballs – like a last-minute job interview I had to rush off to, classes that got busy, etc.

But hey, I've finally managed to tackle Chapter 27. I admit, it wasn't pretty at first. The whole thing just felt flat, lacking any spark to keep readers engaged. It took me a while to pinpoint what was missing, but in the past few days, I've been able to breathe some life back into it. Right now I’m working on the last two scenes from Lloyd’s perspective and I have a couple more scenes to write from Princess’ POV.

I’m hoping to finish the chapter by the end of the week. Friday, perhaps?

Honestly, sometimes I wish someone would just chain me to my desk and force me to write! But I'm determined to get back on track, especially knowing there are readers like you who care about Lloyd and Princess's journey. So, thank you for your patience and understanding – it means the world to me. Hang tight, I promise TPATL will be back on track soon!

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besinger · 1 year

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I don't know. I guess I might have borderline after all. I have had this assumption for ~4 years now, but I was always kind of in denial because most of the time, I thought that I was overall too stable and too high functioning, although I def. recognize me in some of the symptoms. Turns out, there is high functioning, quiet borderline, and the description kind of fits what I experience emotionally. And yeah, I am high functioning in certain aspects of life, like my job, academia, or all things creative, but I am a complete failure in others, like keeping stable routines, doing basic chores, etc.

I got much better in the last years at controlling my emotions, and I developed some coping strategies by myself. However, the fucking hardest part about this is that I still often have this tingling feeling that people who are my friends and family don't like me and judge me behind my back. That I am a burden to other people. That I don't deserve good stuff in life. That I am an asshole. This kind of exhausts me when I am in social situations. I often need a long time with someone until I fully trust them and can really open up to them. Rationally I know that most people don't hate you, and most of the time, I get along pretty well with all different kinds of people, but this sense of basic trust is somehow still damaged, so often, interactions stay superficial.

I don't know. Through this, I am a long-time single because I fucking self-sabotaged myself in the whole relationship aspect in the past. If you think you are not loveable, you don't trust genuinely interested people. I fucking hate myself for this because I had enough chances. My stupid brain managed to fuck up every single one of them because I did not trust the belief that a person could show genuine interest in me, and, as a consequence, I often was kind of too distanced and often did not really know how to act around them. I often feared that people might find it intrusive if I showed initiative and actively chased them and that they would tell others that I was some kind of intrusive creep. Realistically, the worst thing that can happen is rejection, but I am not good at dealing with that either...

But whatever. My 20s are almost over, but I promise myself that my 30s will be better in this aspect. I am willing to put in all the work it takes. I am actively looking for a behaviour therapist. I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't want to withdraw from people I like and who like me. I don't want to hurt the people close to me with my stupid anger issues and passive aggressiveness, as all of them are the nicest, sweetest and most caring friends you could imagine. I feel ashamed for all of that, and I wish I could undo a lot of stupid shit I said and did. I was in denial long enough because I thought such a diagnosis would make people withdraw from friendships (oh, the irony) and prevent me from professional success because of all the stigma, but this is obviously not true. I deserve to live a good life. I mean, it is not an official diagnosis, but chances are high. Time to work things out.

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bernkastel11 · 2 years

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MC is the Bad Bitch of the Armalith Corporation:

Person: Why are you even here?

MC: Why not?

Person: You're the best agent at the Armalith Corporation, you have the power and the authority so why are you smoking and idling here in the break room?

Person: You should be doing missions rn instead of being a lazy bitch!!!!! Ugh I can't believe they painted you as this dangerous woman anyone would fear, how can someone like you be a worthy hand for the President?

Person: You're nothing like my expectations at all,they said you're great but you aren't!!!!!

MC:*stand up from where she's sitting* Oh darling

From afar:

Cadel: Shoot, drama alert in MC's direction. That new employee just said something they shouldn't have

Ronald: Then we should sit here and enjoy the show, let the professional does her job

Walris: I'm recording this,the director can see this after he's finished with his meeting

Back to where MC was,since she stand up. The new employee notice that she's much taller than them and her posture is very intimidating

MC: Darling, you're new around here aren't you? No wonder why you're so clueless about me

Person: WHAT-

MC: Tell me why do I have to act like your expectations said? No the better question is who even are you?

MC: You seems to know me thanks to my reputation and I don't even know you. Don't you think it's plain rude how you just suddenly show up and be a bitch just because I was sitting and resting? You didn't even give me a proper greeting

MC: Considering what you said about me,you were probably a fan of mine correct? After all, I'm known far and wide in this company

MC: However some fans tend to be the awful ones and I hate them

-Back to the boys:

Yerith: Hey!

Ronald: Hey Director! How's the meeting

Yerith: Fine, I did my part as the Director of Operational Agents like normal. Nothing bad happens while I was gone right?

Walris: Nah,but MC is roasting a new employee who was rude to her rn.

Walris: I'm actually recording this for you when you're finished with your meeting but since you're here,you can enjoy the show

Yerith: Oh really?*turn to look at where MC is*

-And we're back to MC:

MC: You're just some random fan who happens to meet me first time. I met other fans before, they're absolutely cuties unlike you. And just because I'm not like you imagined...

MC:...You thought you have the right to be shitty to me like that?

MC: You,who even are you ?You deserve to talk to me ?

MC: You are not the boss of me, I am the boss of myself

MC: Darling,you should know one thing. I let myself become the weapon of this company because of one very simple reason. That's because I wanted to do so. It was my own choice to choose to join this company

MC: If not,you think this company or the President can force me to join? Not even the CEO can dictate what I do,so who are you to dictate what I do ?

MC: You are right about one thing, I am dangerous. I can just kill you right here and now,no one would question anything at all

MC: After all,they don't call me The Wicked Woman of the Armalith Corporation for nothing~

Person:......

MC: I'm not gonna waste my precious time on someone as insignificant as you

MC: Here's a small advice for you, Darling. If you can't say something nice,then shut the fuck up. Even a mute person is better than you are

MC: Please do me a favour and get out of my face already ~

-MC then flipped her hair,turned around, cigarette in hand and walked away,her heels clicking on the pristine floor. Leaving the rude employee extremely stunned and traumatized.

-Some other employees who witnessed the whole thing immediately went after her to calm her down cause everyone knows Lady Q is very terrifying when she's agitated, also bc they're scared she's gonna commit murder right in the hallway

Employee: Ma'am can I get you anything?Just say the word!!!!

MC: I need a drink, that scum made my blood boil I can fucking punch the wall now *put the cigarette to her lips*

Employee: YES RIGHT AWAY MA'AM!!!!!!! *Immediately scurry away to do the order*

The others:*prepare a comfy sofa for MC ofc*

Yerith: I'm gonna give the Administration Office a call,if a employee can anger MC like that. It's gonna be a problem

Yerith: Can't have her dirty the workplace,that employee isn't gonna be here any longer

Ronald: Good cuz I ain't stopping her from committing murder should this happens again

Cadel: That was fun to watch, wasn't it?

Walris: This is why I love her!!!!

#gacha club #gacha ocs #vtsom #vtsom oc #mc carolois #therapy with dr albert krueger #twdak #dinoverse #ronald redtis #cadelith vadeline #yerith amber #walris walter

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turtletaubwrites · 3 months

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Bend Until You Break ~ Part 4

Thank you so much for this request from the lovely @anemptypuddingcup !!🖤

Pairings: YANDERE!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Bend Until You Break ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 3451

Ao3 Link

Summary: You are making good progress, but Law reminds you what your diagnosis means. The crush you have on your doctor is starting to crush you.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, Dubious Consent, Swearing, Eventual Smut, Yandere, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Hypermobility, Medical Examination, Medical Trauma, Medical Conditions, Chronic Pain, Injury, Physical Disability, Physical Therapy, Doctor/Patient, Abuse of Authority, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to be Added, (Reader is described as having hair "above her shoulders" that she can brush), Needles, Drugs, Arguing, Massage, Praise Kink, Pain, Dissociation, Humiliation, Gaslighting, Non-Consensual Drug Use, (Implied), Birth Control, Menstruation, Discussion of Pregnancy, Brief/Implied Discussion of Sterilization Surgery, Teasing, Dom Trafalgar D. Water Law, Hand & Finger Kink

A/N: Oof, this one has a lot of emotions. And other things. Some of these medical issues may or may not have come from personal experience 🙃

Extra A/N: I am not a doctor, and this is not meant to be educational, or to contain any health advice. Please seek a health professional.

“How does it feel?”

Law was so close, the scent of him, and his little smile, bringing a sigh to your lips.

“It looks like you’re feeling better,” he teased. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, hoping it wasn’t that fucking obvious how he affected you.

But he has to know. He reads me so well.

“Mm,” you sighed again at the touch of his fingers on your neck, the brace set aside to hopefully never be seen again.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he instructed as he put light pressure on that sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as you shivered. When you didn’t report any pain, his fingers started gently massaging your neck and shoulders for the first time since it happened. A week and a half? Two weeks?

Right now you didn’t care that you didn’t know, you were just fighting not to moan too loud.

“You’re going to be good for me, and be gentle with yourself, yeah,” he rasped close enough for his breath to tickle along your ear.

“Mhm,” you promised. His hands and his voice had wrecked you once again, that warmth twisting low in your body, wetness easy to feel in nothing but your hospital gown.

He pulled his perfect hands away, and before he could get a word out, you spoke fast, your voice almost squeaky with your need to change.

“Can I wear real clothes now?

You wouldn’t have called them “real clothes,” but it was definitely an improvement. Law had called them “scrubs,” but they seemed more like pajamas, soft and stretchy.

Very comfy.

And perfect for moving your body however Law wanted you to.

Perfect for you to feel the warmth of his hands through the fabric as he helped you stretch, and hold, and bend for him.

“Good job today, Y/N,” he praised, gesturing for you to follow him. You sat beside him on the squishy loveseat he'd brought in for you. Anything to make this room feel less like a hospital.

“How am I progressing,” you asked, still catching your breath. You tried not to notice the way his leg was pressed against yours as you turned toward him.

That large hand set itself on your knee, and you tried very hard to focus on what he was saying.

“We have a long way to go, but you are doing very well, Y/N. You’ve shown improvement in performing the exercises, and I’m impressed with how you’ve been moving. You’re putting weight on that hip when you stand, taking it slow. Learning to trust your body. It’s good to see.”

His words, his eyes…

You were melting, and you probably wouldn’t have heard the next few things he said if his whole demeanor hadn’t shifted.

“What’s wrong,” you asked, feeling fear rolling in as his face went dark. He looked almost pained as he took your hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, lifting soft, solemn eyes to yours. “I fear that I may not have been clear enough in describing your prognosis.”

Sick panic flooded your system, until all you could do was gulp it down, waiting for him.

“I know we’ve discussed that this is a manageable condition, not a curable one. I just worry that I may not have given you the right expectations.”

“Tell me,” you managed to choke out, frustration lacing your words.

“Everything you are doing and learning is going to improve your life and reduce your pain, just like I promised,” he comforted, tilting his head down toward you.

“You remember that we can’t repair or replace connective tissue. We can only strengthen the muscles around it, and teach you how to listen to, and take care of your body.”

Your hand felt clammy as he held it now, and you nodded as you pulled it away. His lips quirked as he looked at your hand, but he dropped his own before continuing.

“I need to make sure that I didn’t give you false hope.”

The guilt and sadness in his voice loosened your shoulders.

He’s just trying to be a good doctor.

His eyes raked over you, a glint within them as if he was somehow comforted by your thought.

“You will always have this condition. I'll help you make it better, so you never have to suffer alone like that again. But you can never know when something might slip out of place. You may feel fine for days, weeks, even months. But at any time, one of your joints could fail you, or some other complication could arise. These tissues run through everything.”

Law wasn’t like those other doctors. He believed you. He was helping you.

But he’s right.

“I just…” you choked out, hating that tears were already threatening to stain your cheeks. “I just tried so hard to find a way to fix myself. For so long. It all… Everything I–”

He caught you as the sobs began, letting your tears stain his shirt as you finally let it out.

Law rocked and soothed as years of struggle and pain burned through you. Anger rose before grief crashed over you at the waste of all your energy, all your life.

Just to have something you can’t fix. Can never fix.

“Let it go, Y/N. Let it all out.”

And you did. You had never cried like this before, sobbing, weeping, choking. Keening over the life you would never have. Practically screaming until you couldn’t breathe.

Clawing at his chest as you pleaded, ‘no’s’ and ‘why’s’ being torn from your lips.

Until finally, that fuzzy distance.

Suddenly, you were not you. You were something that floated slightly above that now slumped body.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You can stay there as long as you need to.”

Your body was hunched over, curled almost upside down against him, and you barely registered it as he lifted you. He set you on his lap, stretching your legs across the cushions as he pressed you against him. The scent of him started to pull you back into your body, and you nuzzled against his chest, his warm arms holding you tight.

Holding you. Keeping you safe.

“I’m sor–”

“Don’t apologize, Y/N,” he urged, voice quiet above your ear. “I’m sorry that this is something I can’t fix for you.”

You weren’t sure what kind of sound came softly from your throat before you felt the heat of his cheek as he pressed it against your hair.

“If you have the energy for it,” Law started, sounding almost shy, “would you like a tour of my quarters? Get you out of this room for a bit?”

The answer was yes, except for the comfort of his arms around you. But Law had already pulled away, putting some distance between you. One hand still smoothed over your back, soothing and steady.

“Yes, please.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting.

Law sat against the armrest of his matching squishy couch as he watched you spin around. Words caught in your throat for a moment as your eyes passed over the large bed. Then the sight of him taking off that hat and ruffling his hair became very distracting.

“So, what do you think,” he asked with a subtle smirk. He gestured to the room as you’d paused to stare at him for too long.

“It’s uh…” you stalled, brain still trying to restart. “It’s weirdly clean.”

“Did you expect your doctor to be a slob” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“No, I…”

A coffee table had clearly been set up as a work area in front of the couch, but even the stacks of books, papers, and pens were lined up neatly.

“Is this where you work,” you questioned, taking one of his pens to fidget with.

“My office is through there,” he explained, pointing to a door across the room. “I’ve been working in here so I–”

“So you can hear me?”

You had stepped around that organized table until you were too close. Being in his bedroom was a bad idea. Just the awareness of his bed being so close made your body respond.

This crush is going to ruin everything. He’s a good doctor. I need to stop.

But you had already moved in, looking up at him as you played with his pen, waiting for him to answer your question.

“So I can help you,” he rasped, his inked fingers pulling his pen from yours. “Would you like to read one of my favorite stories?”

You felt high.

Law had let you snuggle close on that couch, until you were giggling, feeling his pleased hums through his chest as you leaned against him. Gently holding the colored pages open so both of you could read.

“So Germa 66 are the bad guys?”

Holding in another giggle at Law’s sigh, you cut him off before he could answer.

“I like his seagull.”

“Sora and his seagull and robot are the good guys,” Law explained, his serious voice so adorable as he talked about his comics.

“Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s read.”

I’m going insane. He’s so cute. He’s–

After reading through the first few issues together your body reminded you that it fucking sucked.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Law set the comic aside to look you over, your grunt of pain interrupting your lovely time together.

“I’m fine,” you grimaced.

“Of course,” he shook his head, standing as he walked toward his office. “I knew your cycle would be starting soon, I’m sorry I didn’t provide supplies sooner.”

Your face was burning when he set a box beside you. He moved his organized piles around so he could sit on the coffee table in front of you. His long legs left his knees higher than his hips in this position, and you tried not to grin.

“Y/N, this brings up something else I’ve been wanting to discuss.”

Another cramp twisted your insides, lighter this time, but it seemed to echo your dread at his shift in tone.

“Is there really more today,” you whined softly, only half serious.

“We can talk about it tomor–”

“No, please. I’ll just go crazy.”

His crooked smile made it all feel alright.

“I would like to add birth control pills to your morning regimen, along with your daily vitamins.”

That sentence seemed to swirl inside your body, leaving confusion and a hint of concern until another cramp snapped you out of it.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m hoping that it will help regulate your cycle. If I’m not mistaken, you must have extremely heavy and painful periods?”

“Y-Yes, how–”

“Your connective tissues can wreak a lot of havoc, I’m afraid. But whenever you’re ready to stop taking birth control, I can do that surgery for you in about 30 seconds.”

His sweet smile was too much, so you closed your eyes to think.

You couldn’t think.

“What are you saying?”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he groaned at himself, your eyes opening to find him rubbing his hand over his face, his features lined with guilt.

“My bedside manner has been nonexistent today, hasn’t it?”

The self deprecating tone almost pulled you in, but you were falling into that distant space again, fighting to stay in control of your mind.

“What are you saying,” you repeated, sitting back on the couch, putting space between you.

“I… I shouldn’t have assumed you came to that conclusion,” he admitted, stopping his hand before he rested it on your knee. “Given your condition, the pain, the weakness in your joints, the complications… and it’s highly likely that your pelvic floor muscles have been affected as well. I didn’t think that you would put yourself at risk like that.”

The silence was cut only by the metallic sounds of the Polar Tang.

“We can talk about it, Y/N. I’m your doctor, and if pregnancy is something you’d like to pursue–”

“I wasn’t sure.”

The confession spilled out of you like a secret, the festering discomfort and shame leaving your body as it left your lips.

“I didn’t really want kids. Then we got together and…” You paused for just a moment, the clenching of his jaw too intense to ignore. “He wanted to. And I felt like I’d be a good mom.”

“But,” he questioned, his hoarse voice making you shudder.

“But… I didn’t really want to. Especially with all my pain. Not knowing what it was–”

“Did he know how you felt?”

Law’s eyes were mesmerizing, heavy, pulling you to him.

“He did. We talked about it a lot.”

His hand finally touched your knee again as he leaned closer.

“He was going to destroy your body just so he could get what he wanted.”

Those extreme words felt wrong. You knew your boyfriend didn’t see it that way. You shouldn’t see it that way.

But you did.

Those words poured into you, filling you with an anger you never let yourself feel. And it felt good.

Law nodded slowly, always reading you. Always knowing exactly what you need.

“Do you want to get pregnant, to have kids?”

“No.”

That shameful word felt so freeing. No one in your life could understand not wanting that. Always asking when, always pressuring. None of them ever listened to your pain. Or worse, they’d brush it off.

‘Oh, that’s nothing. Just wait til you’re my age, honey.’

‘Hurry up now, you’ll want to pop those kids out while you’re young so you’ll still be pretty.’

Fuck them all.

“I don’t want to have kids.”

“Okay,” he breathed, his fingers squeezing you gently.

He leaned in to brush a few strands of hair back from your face.

“I love when you put yourself first, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

Another week passed. Maybe more?

Still didn’t matter.

“There are always modifications,” Law explained again, but you didn’t mind the repetition.

Not when his hands lifted your thighs, placing rolled up towels on the outsides to hold them in place.

Those towels kept your hips from stretching too far, from going loose. But your legs were spread wide, your knees pulled close to you.

With Law. Law.

He was there on the mat, between your spread legs, and you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

“Y/N,” he rasped, making your breath hitch as he leaned toward you.

“Show me where you’ll breathe for me.”

The heat of his body fell over you, even without his touch. You set your hand on your stomach, a tiny, needy moan leaving your lips when his tattooed hand covered yours.

“Good, can you breathe for me?”

Law kept his hand on your stomach, but placed the other beside your head, caging you in.

You want to scream, to beg, to claw his fucking clothes off.

He’s my doctor.

Your weak mind repeated that daily, but every day chipped away at your will.

He’s the only doctor that can help me.

“Y/N,” he teased, that little smirk so close as he hovered above you. His black hair fell gently toward you, framing his face. “I don’t think you’re breathing at all. Should I be worried?”

Panic hit you as you felt his effect on your body, slick pooling between your legs.

You reacted by trying to close your thighs, to keep him from seeing.

But all you did was wrap your thighs around his waist, and the contact arched your back, tearing a moan from your lips.

Your body slumped, frantic ‘I’m sorry’s’ flooding from you while you covered your face with both hands.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Are you feeling alright,” Law asked, with only the barest hint of humor in his voice. But it was enough to make you cringe, your skin flushing more than you thought possible.

His heat left the air above you as you tried to melt into the floor.

“Oh,” he said softly, and you opened your eyes to see him looking down.

“Have you not been taking care of your needs?”

All you could do was shiver, closing your thighs too late.

He sat on the ground beside you, leaning in to study your face while his looked almost stern.

“We can’t make progress if you’re not relaxed Y/N,” he scolded, those words he’d said so many times crashing through you. “Why haven’t you been taking care of your body?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, almost lost to pure need as you shook beneath him.

“Don’t say sorry to me. It’s your body that we’re working so hard to take care of. Now, why haven’t you– fuck. I’m sorry.”

His apology brought your eyes to him.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? You know you can always ask me to close the vent when you need some privacy. Just make sure to let me know when you’re done, I’d hate it if I wasn't there when you needed me.”

The thought of asking him for privacy when you wanted to touch yourself made you want to pass out from embarrassment.

Another cry tore from your lips as he grabbed your wrist, stroking his long fingers around your skin.

“I imagine it can be hard to keep up with your needs when your wrist acts up, huh?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Hm… I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t have any toys to provide you with relief. I’ll make it a priority to search for a good option when we reach the next island. Does that sound alright?” He had breathed those last words against your temple, pulling nothing but whimpers from you.

Law brushed your hair aside, humming softly.

“Is it that bad, Y/N? Is your body aching?”

“Yes… please…”

“Please,” he asked, his tone too intense, fear running through you. “Are you asking me to help you with this?”

Desperate tears fell down your temples, caught by those pretty fingers.

“Remember, Y/N, all you ever have to do is tell me what you want.”

“Please, help me. Law, oh gods, please…”

“I need you to be clear, Y/N. How do you want me to help you?”

You almost sobbed, your body curling in on itself.

“Okay, how about this,” he started, sounding just as he does when he’s teaching you, guiding you through exercises. “I’ll ask, you answer, okay?”

“Do you consent to me touching you?”

Your ‘yes’ turned into a breathy moan when he grabbed your face, pressing into your jaw as he made you meet his eyes.

Those eyes, trapping you again, his parted lips like a hint of the gift you were about to receive.

“Do you want me to help you come?”

“Yes, Law, I need you…”

He had never looked so pleased, and the sight of his face made your eyes roll back.

“If I’m going to help you with this, it’s important that I know what you want,” he purred, pulling his hand off your chin to hold it in front of your face.

“You like my fingers, huh,” he teased after watching you stare at them again. “You want to suck on them, don’t you?”

The amount of desperation in the moan you let out would have horrified you if you weren’t so close to getting what you needed.

Law caught your chin again with his other hand, the teasing look turned serious.

“I knew you would. You need to take care of your body, Y/N. Give it what it wants. You want these,” he asked, showing you the fingers with ‘E’ and ‘A’ inked across them.

“Ye–.”

“Then take them.”

He didn’t wait for you to finish, just shoved those long fingers into your open mouth while he gripped your chin to hold you in place. Your hands tried to dig into the mat beneath you, your body squirming with pleasure already.

“Mm, I knew you’d suck me so well, Y/N. It’s just my fingers, and you’re already giving me everything.”

His praise drove you further, licking and sucking his fingers as if you could pull them inside you, keeping his touch forever.

“You gave everything for so long, didn’t you? Why don’t you let me take care of you now, okay? Let me show you how your body works.”

He was thrusting his fingers into your mouth, tracing around your lips, then shoving deep. You let him do what he wanted, just as you always did.

“Do you want to listen to me,” he asked, his voice gone thick and dangerous. “You’re so good at following my instructions. Will you do that now, Y/N? Will you trust your doctor, and follow my orders?”

He took his fingers back, dragging your spit down your cheek while you moaned.

“Yes!”

“Mm, good girl.”

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Listening to Jacques Brel Amsterdam all the time now. A said it was apocalyptic. It is! left field with the last couple lines: "ils pissent comme je pleure / sur les femmes infidèles / dans le port d'Amsterdam / dans le port d'Amsterdam". It's like the turn of a particularly good sonnet, it takes you aback. First appearance of the narrator in the song, and leaves you puzzled. I must assume the "femmes" refers to "women", not "wives"; the women in context would be whores that the sailors enjoy and "drink to" — how are they unfaithful? I'd like to assume the line derives from more than just misogyny — however, Bowie recorded the song (in English, enjoyable but not as powerful) and Brel refused an offer to meet him because Bowie was a "fag".

I have a memory of driving to work at school a couple soft rainy mornings listening to Yeezus and the Doors' Paris Blues. A flickering image of beauty... then I put the Rubber Soul cd into my car which was like the beginning of the end

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so I thought I had just one whole yearful of heavy (chemical engineering) subjects but, upon doing the math and carefully planning what courses I'm taking the following years, turns out it'll be *two* years.

due to many unfortunate circumstances, I found I have three years until I graduate, then start working immediately after, if not even before I do so. Like, I literally am unable to avoid that, it *has* to happen that way.

my previous plan had taken into account to take those three years to finish chemical engineering, indeed, however... (as usual) I turned greedy, and now I want to shorten that interval to 2½ years only; this is: 2 yearfuls staturated with subjects— never to step in a classroom ever again lest I decide to continue my education with a master's degree in a BILLION years, enough to heal from all these traumatic experiences they call "university" —and ½ year of mandatory social services/professional practices (how do you call those in English?), then I'm done.

Professional practices *can* be severely underpaid, and even UNpaid (because you haven't graduated and they know you won't be able to unless they sign a paper for you, so that my piece of shit university decides they've exploited me enough to let me go) if companies want to. So if I get myself a well-paid job that also submits the paperwork to make it count as professional practices, I could be on the other side within two years, not three.

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god bless this "keep reading" feature so that I don't bother my mutuals with these things, btw.

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Final Words

Running a landscaping business is no walk in the park. The success of your landscaping business relies heavily on asserting what you do and how you do it. To be a good landscaper, you need to have a creative eye, think methodically and be prepared to roll up your sleeves and get stuck. As a business owner, your practical knowledge and eye for detail will only get you so far. And in today’s time, knowing how to leverage advanced technology will do the trick for you.

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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- ̗̀ i heard from a friend of a friend that dick was a ten out of ten ̖́-

day ten strangers ft. miya osamu [haikyuu!!]

☄ tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, stranger sex, protected sex, semi-public, begging, pet names, fingering (f receiving), big dick osamu ofc, against the wall, riding, mentions of cheating and alcohol, p with plot

☄ words: 2.9k

☄ a/n: am i... an osamu fucker? apparently!

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“Wait, I know that guy.”

You turned your head, not really interested in who your friend was talking about— until you saw him. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt were the first thing you noticed about the man your friend was talking about. A baseball cap on his head and worn-out jeans didn’t really get anyone’s attention. To be fair, you hadn’t even noticed him before your friend discreetly pointed at him.

“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend,” your friend snorted. “After the shit she pulled this morning…”

“What happened?” you asked.

“I found her crying after my morning class. Our dorm was a mess and she was walking in circles, sobbing because he wouldn’t take her calls. Apparently, he came over and found her in bed with another guy,” she grimaced. “Tried to comfort her and shit, but she really lost a good one. I mean, he’s really, really cute. And once she told me he had a big d—”

Loud laughter erupted from your table as one of your other friends smacked her on the shoulders.

“Hey, that’s what she said, not me! I only met the guy a few times when he came over. He was very kind and— you know what? Fuck her, why is he the one alone at a bar right now? No, that changes now.”

You watched your friend as she stood up and walked to the man. They exchanged a few words and your friend pointed at the table you and the rest of your group were at. He initially shook his head but the moment your friend stood up, you knew he was done for— your friend was known for being relentless.

Just as you thought, a few moments later the guy was walking towards your group following your friend. He pulled a chair from another table and sat beside you, a strained but gentle smile on his face as everyone greeted him.

“Girls, this is my friend, Osamu. He has this really cool restaurant downtown. I think it was, uh… Onigiri Miya? Is that right?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at Osamu for confirmation, to which he nodded.

“Oh, I know that place!” you said. “I was there a couple of weeks ago. The vibes were really good and the food was too.”

Your words made Osamu’s grin relax.

“Well, thanks,” he said, his brown eyes setting on yours. “Always nice to hear good comments about your job.”

“I mean it. I even got some dumplings to go and finished the whole box in one night,” you chuckled.

Embarrassment hit you right after the words left your mouth. However, before you could say anything more, Osamu let out a loud laugh, showing his perfect white teeth and damn— he really was handsome.

“And that’s even higher praise,” he admitted and you smiled back, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

Osamu held your gaze for a moment and then looked back at the other girls as he eased himself into the conversation. All of them were smart enough not to bring up the topic of the cheating, and the longer he spent talking to them, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his laughs becoming more spontaneous.

You found out he used to play volleyball in high school and that he had a twin brother that still played professionally. It made sense, you thought, as he had an athlete’s body and he seemed to be really strong if the muscles of his arms and thick thighs were any indicator. It was easy to joke with him, jokes were shot back an forth like you had been friends for a long time.

Each time you took a sip of your drink, your mannerisms started getting more flirty. Light touches on his forearm were followed by him pushing your hair away from your face as you spoke, and you weren’t quite sure if he was meeting your advances or just trying to be nice to the girls who had invited him to their table.

If you had turned your head to your friends, you would have seen them sharing knowing looks at yours and Osamu’s behaviours. However, it was pretty hard to look anywhere else when a handsome man like him was playing with your hair.

You were resting your chin on your palm, looking at Osamu as he shared this high school anecdote when you saw the smile from his face fall. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, trying to see what was happening, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You turned to your friend, who had the same expression full of dread on her face.

“Shit,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Man, I swear I didn’t tell her you were here. I know she fucked up with you, I wouldn’t—”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Osamu said with a half-hearted shrug. “It’s on me for not going to some other bar.”

The pieces fell together in your head, soon realizing what was happening. Osamu looked down at his hands, a straight line on his lips as he figured out what to do next. He evaluated his options as the baseball cap shielded him from being found, even if it was for a little while.

You followed your friend’s gaze until you noticed a girl who was clearly looking for someone, her head turning in every direction as she walked idly around the bar. Even if you knew close to nothing about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach boil with anger at what your friend had told you. Sure, you also didn’t really know Osamu, but you did know that, if you didn’t want to be with someone anymore, it was always better to dump them rather than cheat on them.

“Hey,” you said, putting your hand over his forearm to catch his attention. Osamu turned his head to you. “Are you sure you don’t want her back? Like— really, really sure you don’t want to fix things?”

His face turned into a grimace. “Of course not, why would—”

“Just follow my lead,” you whispered. Osamu only got to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you crashed your lips against his.

His initial shock only lasted a couple of seconds and soon you felt his big hand cradling your face as he kissed you back. His other arm went to rest on the small of your back and oh God— your head was getting cloudy at the way he was kissing you. There was something inherently passionate about the way he held you firmly yet moved his lips so gently against yours.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and Osamu took it as a sign to pull your waist closer to his body. The smell of his cologne filled your senses paired with the dissonance between the roughness of his palms and the way he held you dearly. The rest of your friends and everyone at the bar disappeared as you felt his warm tongue teasing your bottom lip. Osamu swallowed your soft gasp and then chuckled against your mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure between your thighs.

“And… she’s gone.”

Your friend’s voice made both of you pull away with a smack sound. Both Osamu and you were catching your breath, the realization of your actions falling on your heads as you started hearing the background music on the bar once again.

“Yeah, she left pretty quickly after that,” another one of your friends added and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. It felt recomforting when Osamu joined.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to come again and, if I’m honest, I don’t wanna see her again ‘til I go back to my room. How about we hit a club? I could use some dancing. Wanna join us?”

Osamu shot you a look before looking back at your friend.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

…

It shouldn’t have been surprising that barely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the club Osamu was kissing you roughly inside a bathroom stall. His hands were on your ass, supporting your weight while your legs were around his waist. Long gone was the way your tongue teased you at the bar, it was now inside your mouth, colliding with yours with such dominance you couldn’t help but surrender.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunted as he lowered his lips to your neck. He bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. His hips immediately bucked against yours and the outline of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt made your eyes roll. “Shit, you can’t do that to me, princess. Can’t sound that pretty before I even do anything to you.”

His words did nothing but increase your arousal and you were quite sure it was on purpose. You grinded on his crotch as he worked on your neck, not recalling the last time you were this needy for someone. You knew nothing about Osamu but his name, that he was nice and had a good dick, and that was if you chose to believe your friend’s words. How was it that now every part of your body screamed for him to keep touching you?

Pushing you further against the stall, Osamu moved one of his hands to your core. He cursed under his breath as he noticed how damp your panties were.

“Please,” you whimpered, making him raise his brown eyes at you. “Please, touch me.”

Osamu took one moment to appreciate your needy expression before kissing your swollen lips. He set your panties aside and circled your entrance a couple of times, gathering wetness on his fingers before pushing them inside.

“Like this, love?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the pet name that made you moan and nod your head.

“Yeah, like that,” you cried against his lips. “Just like that, fuck—”

Osamu broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over yours as he watched your every expression as he fucked you on his fingers. The hand that had gently caressed your face not even an hour ago was now knuckles-deep on your pussy. The roughness paired with the size of his hands were sent from heaven and you never wanted him to stop.

A loud cry left your lips as he curled his fingers right on your sweet spot, blurring your vision for a couple of seconds. Osamu smirked as he watched you slowly break and pressed a couple of sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw. You clutched on his shoulder harder, trying to buck against his fingers.

“Think you can take me now?” he asked against your ear and you nodded frantically.

Osamu carefully lowered you down on the floor. You watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and— how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He removed his wallet out of his back pocket and took out a condom, holding it between his teeth as he put the wallet back.

His eyes were set on your as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, erect cock springing out free. That was when you realized all the compliments you had heard about it fell short. It was thick, slightly curved and with a length that made your legs clench in anticipation. Definitely the epitome of a good dick. The hair around it was short and neatly trimmed and you wondered a second what it would feel to have your nose pressed against it.

“Love?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. Your eyes immediately raised to his face, realizing you had been ogling at his cock without a care.

“Yeah?” you stuttered, feeling your face burning with embarrassment.

He took a step forward and pressed you against the stall again, taking the condom wrapper from his mouth. His hands travelled under your dress and he hooked his fingers on your panties.

“Can I?”

You nodded, watching him lower your panties down your thighs. Osamu crouched as he slid them through your knees and calves, all the way to the floor until you stepped out of them, his eyes never looking away from your face. He stood up and hung them on the door lock behind you.

He ripped the condom wrapper and put it on, and you did your best not to be so evident with your stares. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure everything was fine before his hands were on you again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs and holding you up again against the door.

Osamu held you with his left hand as he used the other to rub the tip of his cock on your core. You moaned as he teased you, sliding it against your clit and then circling your entrance.

“Osamu, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. Watching your pleading features, he nodded as he pushed himself inside.

Your gasp was overthrown by the loud groan that left the man’s lips as he entered you. He cursed, his forehead falling on your shoulder before he pulled away almost all the way and thrusted back in. Both his hands were on your ass, squeezing you hard as he started a slow rhythm.

The burn of the stretch felt delicious, your body taking him eagerly. The low groans against your neck only riled you further, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. You loved how he was strong enough to hold your body as he fucked you, his pace picking up rather fast. The door where he held you against made a sound with each of his hard thrusts and you were sure anyone that entered the bathroom could get a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the stall, despite the loud music muffling most of yours and his moans.

One of his thrusts was angled straight to your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clawed your nails on his shoulder, feeling your body break around him.

“Osamu, fuck—” he raised his head to see your face and God, he looked beautiful. His pupils were dilated and his lips red and swollen, a dazy look on his eyes as he looked at you, expectantly. “I wanna— I wanna ride you, please, let me ride you.”

His lips crashed against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands squeezed your ass. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he muttered words you couldn’t quite comprehend. You were quite sure you could identify “fuck” and “pretty”.

Not letting you back on the floor, Osamu held you as he put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. Once you were straddling, you wasted no time and took his cock, guiding him to your entrance. You lifted your hips and then slowly lowered them, feeling his girth stretch you once more. It felt more intense, and once you bottomed out, out felt him even deeper than before. He must have felt the same, as he threw his head back with a groan once he was all the way inside.

You put one foot on a pipe near the toilet to give you more leverage as you started fucking yourself on his cock. Osamu’s hands went to hold your waist, supporting you as you bounced freely, your hands setting on his shoulders. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and cried, losing control by the minute and feeling you would reach your sigh any second.

“Fuck, love, I don’t gonna last much longer like this,” Osamu groaned, his hands tightening the grip on your waist. “You’re almost sucking me in— shit.”

You started moving even faster, the friction between your clit and his pelvis bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Osamu came first, cursing as he thrusted his hips up. His orgasm face was so damn pretty and paired with the way his dick twitched inside you, you reached your high as well, a high-pitched cry as you let yourself fall on his chest. Your hips moved in a forward and backwards motion, riding out your orgasm as you milked Osamu’s pretty cock each time your walls clenched around him.

He put his arms around you, holding you as you started coming down from your high and finally stopped grinding on him. You raised your head to look at Osamu. His face was glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. When your eyes met his, he chuckled, eliciting a smile from you.

“Would you think I’m bullshitting you if I said I don’t usually do this?” he asked.

You pursed your lips, looking around as you pretended to think it through.

“Not really,” you said. “But what if I told you I usually do this? That I spend all my Friday nights picking up sad and hot guys from bars?” you shot back, a teasing grin on your face.

Osamu laughed and fuck— why did you want to say something else just to hear his laugh again?

“I’d say I’m quite grateful tonight I was the chosen one,” he replied, pushing a bit of your hair away from your face. “And I’d ask you to come by the store some other time. I know the owner, I can get you some of those dumplings you like.”

“Oh, you know the owner?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a grin. “Is he cute?”

“Well, what can I say,” he said with a shrug and a smile dancing on his lips. “I think he’d like you.”

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bi-bard · 2 years

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you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? - Seeley Booth Imagine (Bones)

Title: you knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?

Pairing: Seeley Booth X Reader

Song Drawn: hoax

Word Count: 693 words

Warning(s): yelling, mentions of cheating

Summary: (Season 1) (Y/n) was willing to keep things professional and to bury the past. However, Booth just wanted to keep pushing.

Author's Note: Okay, I started watching Bones a few weeks ago and I completely get the love it gets now.

Part 2

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My work had always meant the world to me.

I would never do anything to jeopardize my position on the team.

At least, I never thought I would.

And then Seeley Booth walked in.

As casual as ever, he strutted in with a suit on and a perpetual cocky attitude that gave me flashbacks. His ego could fill up the entire Jeffersonian if we let it.

"(Y/n)," he said as soon as saw me. "Hey, how are you?"

I had already been staring at him so I couldn't act like I hadn't heard him.

"You two know each other," Temperance asked, eyebrows furrowed. I saw the rest of the team look at us.

"We dated years ago," I mumbled out quickly. "It was nothing, really."

"I wouldn't say-"

"What do you have," I cut him off, turning back to the team and the corpse on the table.

--time skip--

The next few weeks were hell.

Seeley would try to talk to me whenever he was here.

I had no trouble relaying information to him. I could keep things professional. Seeley kept wanting to push further. I thought he knew that door shut when he left. New password now.

He had even tried to involve the rest of the team. He somehow convinced them to push me to give him a shot. I would shake my head and say we were polite and professional and that's all I wanted to pursue.

I was walking to the center of the lab with new results for Temperance and Zack when Seeley decided to cause a real scene.

"Why won't you just talk to me," he asked from the bottom of the steps.

Everyone froze and looked at us.

Just like the first day he had been here.

I was fed up. Tired, angry, confused at his nonchalant attitude.

I hit Zack in the chest with the test results and turned around.

"I am trying to be professional," I said. "Fun fact, Seeley, you don't get a free pass back into my personal life."

"You're the one who said it was nothing."

"You're the one that cheated on me and got a girl pregnant," I snapped back. "There. I said it. Did you tell the team that when you were asking them to convince me to talk to you?"

Seeley was silent. The team was stunned.

For a brief moment, the lab fell into complete silence.

"Did you tell them that you didn't even tell me," I continued. "Did you tell them that you waited for me to confront you and your only response was that you were leaving to be with her? Did you mention that I got Christmas cards for years after that of you and your little happy family?"

He looked down as his jaw clenched.

"You wanted to make a scene and now you're embarrassed," I let out a laugh of disbelief as I walked down the steps towards him. I got right in his face. "I believed you. Everything you told me and promised. You were the first person that I completely trusted. And then you fucked everything up. So, no, I don't want to let you back into my life. I just happen to value my job here more than I value how you made me feel."

"I'm sorry-"

"Too late," I cut him off. "We interact professionally. That's it. Stop asking for more. You're just embarrassing yourself."

With that, I walked off to my little corner of the lab.

"(Y/n)-"

"Booth," I heard Angela cut him off. "Does now really seem like a good time to talk?"

I listened to the sound of receding squeaks from his shoes as he left the lab.

"Stop staring," I called, feeling the eyes on me. "He wanted a scene. I gave him a scene. Now, we can all move on."

The tension wasn't gone but I didn't care. I had made my message clear and if that made them so uncomfortable, they should be talking to the man who started the whole thing.

I stopped believing in that hoax a long time ago. It's not my fault that Seeley didn't get the memo.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

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Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

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‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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