#i can’t emphasize how good the writing is. but it’s also the most fucked up thing ever

[astroph1les]

falling behind [h.c]

summary: feeling like you’re never going to experience the normal dating experience, you turn to your friend, hazel, to teach you how to kiss. friends help each other out like that, right?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, hickies (r!recieving), heavy making out, causal dominance from hazel, sort of player!hazel, cocky!hazel, josie & isabel being all over each other, hinting that hazel and birttany are bffs, inexperienced! reader, slight insecure! reader, reader is mentioned to have multiple sisters, hazel being so sweet and reassuring to reader.

word count: 2.6K

a/n: based on this request, by @toritea (i hope you enjoy it! xx) i actually had too much fun writing this. need me a hazel :/ also how am i at over 200 followers already?? you guys are insane. but i love you all for it. enjoy! <3

You were really happy for Josie and Isabel. You really were. You knew Josie had had a massive crush on Isabel for years now and they finally got together. But, it was moments like this where they were making out, borderline about to fuck against your and Josie’s shared dorm room door, that made you want to rip your head right out of your head.

“Okay, guys,” you speak up, trying to reach for the handle that was underneath their hips.

There was a moan at some point and you decided that you were going to Brittany and Hazel’s dorm room since clearly yours and Josie’s was going to be occupied. You backed away and marched down to the almost identical door except Hazel and Brittany’s names were scribbled on the dry-erase board.

You knocked on the door with a sigh, the image of Josie and Isabel still fresh in your mind. The door opened to reveal Hazel with squinted eyes. She had on a gray hoodie with a pair of what you think of boxers or shorts that look similarly to boxers.

“Hey, did I wake you?” You glance at her attire.

“Uh, no, I just woke up from a nap,” Hazel furrowed her brows, “is everything okay?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Josie and Isabel—“

“Oh, okay, yeah. Come in,” Hazel moved out of the way to let you into the dorm room.

You glanced around the room, smiling at the obvious difference between Brittany and Hazel’s beds. Brittany had one of those neon wall lights of a sun with baby pink and white sheets. Hazel had basic different shades of gray comforters and sheets along with a few throw pillows.

“I love them but my god, they never stop. I was just trying to stop by to change,” you sigh as you walk over to sit on Hazel’s bed.

Hazel smacked her lips together with a shrug, adjusting her hoodie on her head.

“Well, I mean, that’s what it's like to have a girlfriend. It’s the ‘honeymoon’ phase.” Hazel explained before adding, “kissing and fucking is fun, though.”

Your cheeks burn at her words. Being the only person you know to not have any sexual experience—let alone kiss—made you feel like you were falling behind. Sure, it was only freshman year of college, but it didn’t help the longing of wanting to get this sort of shit over with.

Hazel was the one that you envied the most. Or at least, the girls she was hooking up with. After high school, Hazel became a bit of a heartthrob. Brittany had told you about how she had passed by their room sometimes and would hear almost-porn-like moaning and panting. You would be lying too if you said that you’ve never heard these noises too come from their room.

In simple words, Hazel fucks and fucks good.

“Still, I don’t need to see it happen, Haze,” you emphasized.

“Maybe you need to go and get some then,” Hazel remarks with a cheeky grin, walking over to sit across from you on Brittanys bed.

“Um, no. I can’t do that,” you shake your head and hope that she doesn’t press or ask more questions.

Hazel furrows her brows as she watches the way your body language shifts as soon as the subject of sex comes up.

“Why not? You’re gorgeous. I’m sure someone wants to fuck you.” Hazel states as if you should’ve been aware of this.

It was definitely a bit of a confidence booster that Hazel found you attractive.

“Thanks, Haze but it’s not like people are lining up to be with me unlike some people,” your eyes stare into hers, raising your brows. “I wouldn’t even know what to do anyways.”

Hazel tilts her head and purses her lips together, unclear to what you meant. She meant it when she said you were gorgeous. Even now in your day to day outfits of tees and baby tanks with jean shorts. She’s always thought this way about you but had to push it deep down to keep your friendship intact.

“Wait, have you not…?” Hazel trailed off to see what the limit was of experience that you may or may not have had.

“I’m a virgin and have never even kissed anyone before except for, like, once in 4th grade over a dare,” you spat out, feeling the ever most embarrassed.

The question made you irritated. Why? You couldn’t tell the exact reason but it was definitely a combination of stress and lack of sexual activity.

“Hey, hey,” Hazel stood up and off Brittany's bed to sit next to you on her bed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you know?”

“No, I know that. It’s just annoying sometimes to not have someone in that romantic way.” You tell her with a forced grin.

Hazel nods in agreement. Silence takes over you two until you get an idea. It was risky and could possibly change everything about your relationship with Hazel if she says yes.

“Haze? Can you,” you sigh and look at her slowly, “can you teach me how to kiss?”

You wince as you prepare for the immediate rejection from Hazel.

“You want me to teach you?” Hazel adjusts her position on her bed so that she has one leg curled on the mattress and the other hanging off.

“Well, yeah, if that’s okay. I know you’ve been with a lot more girls than I have so I assume you know what you’re doing,” you state simply, blushing at the memories of the muffled moaning you’ve heard through the door.

Hazel chuckled at your words, removing her hood from her bed head. You watch her carefully, all of a sudden aware of every move you both made. You took notice of her chains that rested at the bottom of her throat probably from being tossed in her sleep.

“Are you sure? Like, 100%?”

You nod, eyes flickering to her lips. Hazel had done the same and scooted back from you as she was 10 seconds away from kissing you feverishly, but she had to hold back. You had never kissed before, she reminded herself.

“Okay, well, the first thing is comfortability. Are you comfortable sitting like this?” Hazel motioned around you two.

You think about it for a moment before questioning: “Is there a better way to sit when kissing?”

“Some girls like to sit on my lap, some like me to be sort of hovering over them. Even like, laying down and we’re making out is always comfortable too,” Hazel explains, all of a sudden feeling very nervous talking about all of the things she’s done with these girls that weren’t you.

You contemplate for a moment, mentally trying to ignore how Hazel had said ‘some girls.’ It just reminded you that this can only be a ‘friends helping friends’ situation. Laying down might be comfortable but to you, that sounded like a more experienced position. The idea of Hazel hovering over you would cause you to go actually insane.

“Can I be on your lap? I-If that’s okay?” You ask, glancing down to look at Hazel’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah, just— yeah,” she began to adjust herself so that her upper back was up against the headboard with her legs spread out. “C’mere, honey.”

You’re a horny idiot, you scold yourself internally as you inch over to Hazel, your thighs straddling her upper thighs. Her hands rest respectfully on your lower thighs, just above your knees.

This position felt so intimate now that you were here. You could see every speck of blue in her eyes and the slight bags from lack of sleep. You could just stare at Hazel like this and be content.

“You okay?” Her voice is gentle.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” you admit truthfully.

“I get it, it's okay. Nothing’s wrong with being a little nervous,” she reassures you and the way she was rubbing her thumbs across the bare skin makes your head fuzzy. “Just take a deep breath in and out a few times.”

You do as she asks of you, your previous rapid heartbeat coming to a decrease in speed. Hazel seems to take notice of your chest slowing down.

“There you go. Good. That’s good, honey.”

Hazel praised you, a rush flooding to your brain. You gave her a shy smile as you tried to focus on what the whole point of this was. Kissing.

That’s it. It’s just kissing.

“So, now what?” You hum, fiddling with the end of Hazel’s gray hoodie.

“Let’s do one so I can see how you kiss.” Hazel rose a hand to cup your cheek, watching your breath hitch ever so slightly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t worry about kissing ‘bad’, okay? Go with the flow,” she reassures you once again.

You nod, muttering one final ‘okay’. Hazel leans her face towards yours, slightly brushing her lips against yours. From this soft touch alone, you could tell that you were going to fuck this up. Hazel closed the gap by tugging you by your cheek, locking your lips together.

You attempt to follow her slow rhythm as your hands grip onto the cotton of Hazel’s hoodie. This is going well, you think until Hazel pulls away. You instinctively try to chase her lips, but she chuckles softly at your attempt. Her hot breath brushes past your own slightly parted mouth.

“Getting eager, huh?” She teases, brushing her nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Your cheeks flush at her words.

That same flush spread to your chest and the depths of your stomach. All you wanted to do was jump her bones. Now, you understood why she had girls moaning so loud that there would be complaints from the neighboring peers.

“You did good, though. You really don’t have anything to worry about.” Hazel patted the side of your thigh like it was nothing.

“Really?” You furrow your brows, confused as to how you who had no experience could actually kiss well.

“Mhmm. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, honey. You’re a natural,” she glanced down at your lips with a smile.

“What about, like, making out? Like with tongue?” You were really pushing your luck now. There’s no way she was going to agree to doing more than just basic French kissing.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a little more complicated. There is such a thing as too much tongue. That’s how people get mono. It also just feels fucking gross.” Hazel explains with a grimace.

You copy her disgusted face as one of your sisters had gotten mono before and she couldn’t properly swallow anything for about a week. You remember her constant complaining, saying that she wouldn’t kiss anyone for the next year.

The following month she had gotten a boyfriend so clearly, she was a shit-faced liar.

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard,” you reply back with an awkward chuckle.

“That’s a worse-case scenario, though. It’s supposed to feel good like everything else that’s as intimate as this,” Hazel is quick to reassure you, her hands squeezing and rubbing at your thighs.

“Right. Got it. So, how is ‘good making out’ supposed to feel?” You held up your fingers to copy the quote motion. “I’ve heard you’re mind blowing at it so…”

“You really are boosting my ego here, honey,” Hazel shook her head slightly as if she was being bashful about her experience. Her cocky ass smile said otherwise.

“Like it wasn’t already up there,” you quipped back with a pointed look but your lips were curling into a giddy smile.

“Y’know we can’t make out when we talk, right?”

Hazel’s painfully attractive smirk forms on her lips.

Her hands grasp onto your waist, her thumbs digging into your lower ribs. The cold feeling of her silver rings caused you to gasp as her lips were against yours once again.

You hum against her lips, your hands cupping both sides of her face. From what you’ve seen in movies and shows, usually there’d be a hand through someone’s hair. You test it out and run one hand up the back of Hazel’s head, her soft hairs brushing in between your fingers.

Hazel’s tongue swipes past your bottom lip and you try to welcome it into your mouth. It feels… weird at first but when Hazel tugs you in closer with her tight grip, it heightens the pleasure for you. You suck on her tongue for just a moment before letting her take the reins once again.

You feel her pull away and you think she’s going to say that you did something wrong. No, her lips begin to trail down to your jaw. She made sure to leave a hot kiss on your cheek and jaw before latching yourself onto your neck.

You pant softly, a soft whine leaving your lips. Hazel’s tongue peeked out to lick across a sensitive spot on your neck that you didn’t even know about. How the fuck did she figure that out? She rolled the skin in between her lips and sucked softly.

“Haze,” you breathe out as you tilt your neck back.

This pulled Hazel out of her hungry-lust driven state. She didn’t ask if she could do that. You didn’t ask for a hickey. Fuck.

Hazel paused her movements, detaching herself from your neck. The skin glistened slightly with spit, highlighting the deepening blush color that had raised to your skin.

“Oh, fuck. Shit, I’m sorry,” Hazel rushed out as she examined the forming hickey.

“What? What is it?” You furrow your brows in a panic as well.

“This is gonna be a dark hickey later. Fuck, honey,” her thumb rubbed over the raw skin.

You stay silent. You didn’t want to admit that being covered in her hickies was something that you’ve wanted for a while now. Just friends, you reminded yourself. Just friends.

“It’s okay. I liked how it felt.” You suck in a deep breath, trying to calm your rapid heart rate.

Hazel’s alluring blue eyes flicker from the spot on your neck to your flushed face. It took everything in her to hold back the urge to kiss over it as an apology for what she did.

“Still, it’s not what you had asked to do. I should’ve,” Hazel paused to remove her hands from your waist. You already missed the warmth dearly. “I should’ve asked first.”

“Haze, it’s really okay. I felt…” Horny. Just horny. Desperate. Horny for a third time.

“Good?” She answered for you as you still hadn’t said anything.

You hadn’t realized that you had paused in real life instead of just in your head.

“Yeah, yeah, good. I promise,” you tell her with a soft smile.

“Well, it sounded like it was good,” Hazel quipped with a cocky smirk on her face before smacking her clothed shoulder.

“God, I’m regretting this already,” you half-lie.

You regret asking Hazel to be the one to teach you but you don’t regret her kissing you and giving you a hickey.

Oh, god.

How were you going to explain the dark mark on your neck to everyone? You never curled your hair so it’s not like a burn could be an excuse.

You were about to ask Hazel how you were going to cover it up when the door opened. Brittany stood at the door sporting a cropped black tank with a gemmed red heart and a pair of low-rise blue jeans. Her brows raised at the sight of you and Hazel before she pursed her lips to hide her obvious smile that was creeping onto her lips.

“I’ll just come back later,” Brittany gave Hazel a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Okay so everyone but Brittany.

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"Scream For Me" - Ethan Landry x Reader

a/n: this is my first time writing for ethan guys, be gentle with me 😭 lmk if you wish to be added to my general/all fandom taglist OR my ethan landry taglist because i have more planned for this fucker

Summary: You moved to New York with your best friends Tara, Mindy, and Chad to escape your past, but the past has a funny way of catching up to you, however far you run.

TW: DUBCON, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, ethan's a tw in and of himself, clothed male/unclothed female sex, p in v sex, knife kink, mask kink ig

Word Count: 2,650 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Scream characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

As the baby of your friend group, meaning you were born only one month after Tara, your friends are massively overprotective of you. Chad is like the big brother you never had, Tara and Mindy, and later Sam, like your bodyguard older sisters. After Ghostface Number God Knows What’s rampage that left you and your friends hospitalized, the five of you wanted nothing more than a fresh start. And it seemed that New York City would offer you just that. You get a full scholarship to Blackmore University, thanks in part to your killer personal statement, pun intended. You move into Tara and Sam’s apartment, becoming fast friends with their roommate, Quinn. You also become close to Mindy’s new girlfriend, Anika.

However, the one new addition to your friend group you don’t get as close to? One Ethan Landry, who seems to just panic and blush anytime you’re in his general vicinity. The two of you have never had one conversation alone, usually flocked by several of your friends. But you can’t help thinking that he’s pretty cute. However, when you start thinking that, you remember what Sam told you. That the love interest is always the most likely suspect. And you put any thoughts of flirting with him or asking Chad to put in a good word for you out of your mind.

You get ready for the Halloween party you’re attending, unbeknownst to Sam, with Tara and the others. She’s convinced you to get a bit out of your comfort zone and dress as a sexy angel for the party, complete with a cheesy halo and wings. The dress hits your mid-thigh, emphasizing the curve of your hips and your cleavage. You put on some light makeup to go with it and pull on a pair of heels and feel more beautiful than you ever have before. You absently wonder to yourself what Ethan will think of your outfit before you shake the thought from your mind, linking arms with Tara as the two of you go off to join the rest of your friends.

Ethan watches as you walk up to the group, completely mesmerized. He knows he’s been staring a bit too long, that you aren’t completely oblivious, but he can’t bring himself to care. His eyes linger on your cleavage, the curve of your ass, your thighs as you walk in that scrap of fabric you call a costume. His mouth goes dry. God, he’s so fucking hard right now that it hurts. He watches as you make your way through the crowd at the party to grab yourself a drink, sticking to Mindy and Anika while Tara goes off to find herself a hook-up for the night. He can’t stop staring at you, no matter how hard he tries. And then? You glance back at him, giving him a coy little smile. Those gorgeous lips of yours curving up so perfectly as you look at him… God, what he wouldn’t give to have them wrapped around his cock right now. He knows you’d look so pretty, on your knees, gazing up at him, your mouth wrapped around him as he fucks your throat-

“Come on, bro, just go shoot your shot,” Chad nudges him, glancing over at you, “I can see the way she keeps looking over at you, thinking she’s all sneaky and shit.”

Ethan’s a bit surprised by Chad’s support, knowing how protective he is of you. Ethan’s always hated how close you are to Chad, how you look at him like he’s the coolest guy you know, how you listen to everything he says. It’s fucking bullshit. Fuck Chad, fuck his alpha male personality, fuck that. You need a guy like Ethan. He’s the only one who can treat you the way you deserve. Love you the way you deserve. He makes his way over to you, walking slowly, purposefully. You give him that same soft little smile, and then? Suddenly? Some fucking asshole bumps into him and his drink is suddenly all over the front of your gorgeous white dress. His jaw drops in mild horror.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” Ethan panics, reaching into his pocket for his tissues.

“It’s fine, Ethan,” you wave off his concern, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a stupid costume anyway…”

“Oh stop, you look amazing,” he says, a moment too quickly as he hands you the tissue to wipe yourself off.

“Thanks,” you nod, quickly managing to save the outfit, considering his drink was clear, “See? No harm, no foul. Don’t sweat it.”

Ethan laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he gazes at you, “Can I buy you another one?”

“It’s a party, Ethan,” you tease, “They’re free.”

He smiles at you, shaking his head before running a hand through his hair, “Right. Sorry.”

“Take it easy, Ethan,” you wink, disappearing into the crowd when you realize he isn’t even going to try and ask you to dance.

Ethan sighs, frustrated with himself and with you as he watches you leave. He curses as he leans up against a wall, pulling his phone out and entertaining himself with scrolling through your instagram. And then through some other, more personal, pictures he’s managed to take in your dorm room.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there when he hears you yelling, “Troy, stop! Get off me!”

He sees you pushing some douchebag frat guy who’s had a thing for you all semester away, noticing the dick trying to corner you against the wall. You’re tough, but the guy is a fucking giant, so he’s got more than a slight advantage. However, he’s drunk, and doesn’t expect it when Ethan comes running up to you and shoves him out of the way, sending him tumbling toward some other poor co-ed who he switches his attention to.

“Are you okay?”

You look at Ethan, slightly teary-eyed, and nod, “Uh huh.”

Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry. He wants to see you cry when he’s pounding into you, his hand around your throat, his knife at your neck, while you’re screaming his fucking name-

Ethan shakes himself out of his thoughts and pulls you into a tight hug, a possessive glimmer in his eyes as he rests his chin on top of your head, “I’m not going to let him hurt you.”

You quickly wipe your eyes, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it,” his grip on you doesn’t loosen, his gaze on you doesn’t relent, and you let out a quiet sigh, “I’m gonna head home. This party sucks anyway.”

You start to walk away but Ethan reaches out and grabs your hand, “I’m not gonna let you walk home alone. There’s some really creepy guys here,” he would know, “I’ll walk you back to your apartment.”

“Ethan, I’m fine,” you insist, “Don’t ruin your night because of me.”

“I don’t care about my night,” his voice is stern as he looks at you, “I care about you. Come on, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Fine,” you grumble, letting him lead you out of the dorm, the two of you walking in comfortable silence.

As the two of you walk, Ethan can’t help the filthy, depraved thoughts that pervade his mind. He thinks he really could’ve had a shot at being a normal guy if it weren’t for you. It’s like you know that you drive him crazy, the way you look at him with those eyes, biting down on your lower lip. You’re a little fucking cocktease. And he knows exactly what to do about that. When the two of you reach your apartment, he’s slightly taken aback when you stand on your toes and peck his cheek, your impossibly soft lips brushing against his skin, before you wink and run into the building. He watches you as you go, thinking that he can’t wait any longer.

He has to have you tonight.

While you’re sound asleep, all the way across campus, Ethan dons his Ghostface mask and robe, grabbing a knife from the common area, before making his way back to your building. It’s Halloweentime, so he just gets a few compliments on his costume. Except it’s not just a costume.

He’s Ghostface.

He climbs up the fire escape, slipping in through your bedroom window, knowing that you’ve finally started feeling comfortable enough again to leave it open. Your mistake. He watches you as you sleep, dressed in an oversized tee shirt and pair of pajama shorts. While it’s not particularly sexy, he knows what’s underneath will more than make up for it. He’s done this a hundred and one times, snuck into your room in the dead of night, just laid beside you, taken your picture, run his finger over your lips. But tonight, he intends to wake you up and make you his. He watches as you sigh softly in your sleep, curling up on your side, facing him. Ethan traces the tip of his knife over your collarbone, smirking when you wake up with a gasp, staring up at him in abject horror.

He raises a finger to his lips as if to shush you. He watches as you panic, your breath quickening as he brings his face closer to you, running the knife along your cheek before pressing it to your neck.

“Please don’t kill me,” you mumble quietly.

“I won’t kill you,” he says, his voice heavily modulated due to his voice changer, “If you do exactly what I say.”

You nod fervently, prepared to do whatever it takes to survive. Ethan pulls the knife back slightly, staring down at you.

“Take your shirt off,” he demands, his voice heavy with lust, lust that has been building for months and months into a raging inferno.

“What?” you squeak, hating how weak your voice sounds.

“You heard me,” he hisses, his voice threatening and sinister, “Take your fucking shirt off .”

You slowly get rid of your shirt, moving to cross your arms and cover your breasts the moment you do. Ethan stares at you, nearly salivating, as he eyes your tits greedily. Fuck, seeing them when you’re awake is really something else.

“Good girl,” he purrs, tracing his knife between your breasts, moving the flat part of the blade over one of your nipples, eyes ablaze with delight as he watches you shiver as the sensitive nub hardens at the feeling of the cool blade. You scrunch your eyes shut, turning your face away from him, but he grabs you by the chin, pushing your cheeks together, smirking at how pouty your lips are when he does this, forcing you to look at him, “Open your eyes, angel. Look at me,” your eyes flutter open and you stare at him, the fear in your gaze palpable as he whispers, “Such a pretty face.”

Ethan trails the knife along your stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake, before bringing it up to brush a strand of hair off your face.

“How about a kiss?”

“Y-you’re wearing a mask,” you stutter out.

“I’m not asking anymore, angel,” he says, “Kiss me.”

You lean forward, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his mask, pulling away as quickly as possible.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, his breath growing heavy, “Now lie in your stomach.”

You do as he says, your voice almost inaudible as you question, “Are you going to kill me?”

“No, like I said, I’m not as long as you do exactly what I say,” he runs the knife along your spine, looking at your plaid pajama shorts with amusement, “Do you wear panties, angel?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, somewhat confused.

“Are you wearing them now?”

“No,” you reply, “I was asleep.”

You’re startled by the nearly guttural moan Ethan lets out, a smile forming on his face beneath the mask, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

You bury your face in your arm, trying to calm yourself down as you feel his hand on the waistband of your shorts. He moves them down your hips, a low hum of appreciation passing his lips as he sees the curve of your ass, fully bared to him, the moonlight from the window illuminating your soft, supple flesh. His free hand moves to squeeze your ass in his large hands, his cock growing painfully hard in his jeans as you let out a whimper. Ethan rolls you over onto your back, ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

“You don’t want me to stop, I bet your pretty little pussy is fucking dripping for me right now, angel,” he rasps, admiring the way you look with tears pooling in your eyes as you gaze at him, “Aw, you’re scared, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you admit quietly.

You watch as he lifts his mask to reveal his lips, which he presses to your neck, kissing you, then biting down hard to leave evidence of his claim on you, “Ouch!”

He grins against you as you squirm in his grasp, “My perfect little angel,” he says as his tongue moves across your abused skin, moving down toward your breasts.

You gasp as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling at it, that fucking mask staring back at you blankly while he continues to hold his knife to your throat. You rub your thighs together, hating that you like the feeling of this monster’s mouth on you. He moves to nip slightly at your other tit, earning a soft gasp from you as you try to push him away. But he’s too strong for you. And too fast. But, taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you try to slap at his mask, wanting to get a look at what lies beneath. You gasp in horror when you see him.

Your friend.

“Ethan?” you whisper, horrified, “No…”

“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you, he says, holding your wrists in one hand above your head, the other still moving the knife along your body, “Ever since you got here. I’ve wanted you. Craved you. And tonight? I’m going to have you.”

“Please, Ethan,” you try to reason, “We’re friends, you’re a nice guy-”

“I’m really not,” he cuts you off, tossing his robe aside and unbuttoning his jeans, just enough to free his cock, giving it a few quick strokes, staring at you all the while, “God, I knew you’d be wet from this, you dirty little slut. Bet you were thinking of me fucking you when you went to sleep, huh?”

You nod reluctantly, ashamed, “Yeah. I was.”

“Well, angel,” he presses his lips to yours, “I’m about to make your dreams come true.”

You gasp as he sheathes himself inside you with one thrust. You feel so vulnerable. He’s almost fully clothed and you’re laying there, naked beneath him, at the end of his knife, completely at his mercy. And yet, there’s something so very erotic about the whole thing. He ruts against you, tossing the knife aside, pushing your knees up to your chest, making you cry out his name as he tosses your legs over his shoulders. His hand moves to squeeze your throat, just enough that your vision begins to blur and all you can think of is the way his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, how thick he is, filling you up so perfectly, stretching you out in the most delicious of ways.

“Scream for me, angel,” he snarls against your ear, “Tell me you love me.”

“Ethan,” you let out a choked gasp, “I love you.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying. Because soon enough, it’s going to be true. Tomorrow, when the police show up, you’ll be long gone. You’ll be chained to the bed Ethan has set up for you in the old warehouse, where you’re gonna stay with him.

Forever.

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[absurdthirst]

The Carnal Checklist {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: FWB, talk of safewords, sexual exploration, bondage, bdsm, power dynamics, sub/dom undertones, semi-public sex, sex toys, anal play, pegging, oral sex (male and female receiving) somnophilia, 

Comments: Marcus Pike isn’t really a one night stand kind of guy. When his need for sex becomes unbearable, he asks you if you want to explore some things that he’s always wanted to try. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

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Marcus sighs, tapping his pen against his desk. He’s frustrated. Not about a case or a coworker. No, he’s horny. No other way to put it. He wants to have sex. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy though. To go out and find someone to take back home and barely remember her name. He did that back in college a few times and regretted it, wanting more than something completely meaningless. He at least wants to know how she takes her coffee in the morning. He rubs his forehead, knowing he could jerk off again but he’s sick of it. His wrist hurts and it’s laborious and boring. He wants a woman under him, pliable and soft. He thinks about what he can do to fix his dilemma when you walk past his office. He calls your name, more out of instinct than anything.

It takes a few seconds to register that your boss was calling your name. Forcing you to stop in your tracks and immediately back up, the file in your hand forgotten while you had been on your way to take it back to the file room. Norris was a stickler for making sure that the files were brought back if you needed to make a copy of something and you didn’t want to get on his bad side. Sticking your head in, you flash him a smile. Marcus PIke was gorgeous and friendly - if completely unavailable. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere he created in the department and respected him, having grown close to him since his transfer here six months ago. “What’s up?” You ask. “Need a refill of sludge?” Nodding towards his mug, you wonder if he thought you were on your way to the break room. 

He shakes his head, admiring you in your professional attire. You’re a good agent, amazing really. Competent and a team player. You don’t let your ego get in the way like so many others. You smile at him and his heart thumps a little. You’re so beautiful, way out of his league after he’s done so much to fuck up his life. Teresa left him because he was too intense and he knows most women would think the same thing. He bites his lip, knowing what he wants is out of the question but he likes your company. “No. No. I, uh, I wondered if you wanted to get a drink after work.” He asks casually, knowing he can’t voice his idea here.

It’s probably a little sad how easily and bright your smile lights up your face. “Sure!” You agree quickly, wondering if it’s more of a team thing or if Marcus just wanted to perhaps have a shoulder to lean on. He had kept the majority of his past to himself but one night he had confessed how his last relationship had ended and why he had been so eager to go undercover when he got here. “As long as you buy the first round.” You joke, pointing a finger gun at him playfully. 

“Always.” He winks at you, an easy smile on his face despite the nerves twisting his stomach. You stride off after agreeing a time, and Marcus is a bundle of nerves when he meets you by the elevator to make your way to the bar down the street, a regular for the alphabet workers. “So, uh, how was work?” Marcus asks once you are both seated and have the beers he bought.

You snort playfully and pick up your beer bottle. “Well, boss….” You emphasize his title, grinning at him. “Work was great of course.” You throw in as much sarcasm as you can muster. “Johnson managed to lose the case file again and I had to go pull everything from archives to put a new one together. I swear that man eats them.” 

Marcus watches you, shaking his head as he thinks of Johnson and how much he fucks up. The yearly reviews are coming up soon so he will take that into account. “I’m sorry it was a hard day.” He tells you, knowing that shit happens at work and he can only control so much. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says, making you frown as you look at him. You nod, waiting for him to continue. “You can absolutely say no and I don’t want you to think that I am asking you to do this because I’m your boss and you can’t say no and I - I really don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry for me.” He rambles and you shake your head. 

“Marcus. What is it?” You ask, wanting him to spit it out. 

He decides to just blurt it out, “I want to fuck you.”

Of all the things that Marcus could have said, you never expected that. “I, um-” You take a deep breath and chuckle for a moment, thinking that he’s joking with you, but he doesn’t laugh with you. Instead he squirms in his seat and looks uncomfortable, like he’s made a mistake. You realize he’s serious. “I- are you for real?” You ask, looking around and leaning in. “You want what exactly? Friends with benefits?” You can’t believe that you are asking that, but you need to know where this is coming from. 

He bites his lip, picking up the falling apart coaster on the table to spin it around as he tries to summon some courage. “I want - I want sex.” He confesses, “I just - I’m not a one night stand kind of guy. So I guess…friends with benefits?” He shrugs, “I just - I want to be able to explore. I’ve never really done that before now. I’m-” He lowers his voice, “a little vanilla and I want someone I trust to help me explore.”

“Okay.” You nod, showing that you understand. It’s incredibly flattering that he would trust you with something like that. You know that Marcus doesn’t really talk about personal stuff. “What kind of things?” You ask, interest piqued. Someone’s vanilla was another person’s spicy. 

He blushes, “I- I want to try, uh, BDSM. Both sides of it. I want to tie up and be tied up. Use my handcuffs. My exes, they never - they always said no if I mentioned anything different and I didn’t want to upset them. I want to try…” He leans closer, “I want to use toys. Both on my partner and on - on me. Like, uh, pegging.” He swears he is red as a tomato right now. “I want to try role playing too.” He lays all of his cards out on the table, wanting you to know what he wants before you take this any further.

Your brow shoots up but you don’t say anything. Just humming in contemplation as you look into his nervous face and wide brown eyes. He’s handsome, lord knows you’ve had a few errant fantasies about your boss. “I don’t see anything wrong with any of that.” You say after another mouthful of your sudsy beer. “Although, it would need to be something outside of work.” You caution, although you are sure he knows this. “I don’t want to get in trouble at the bureau.” 

Marcus nods, still furiously blushing. “I wouldn’t - I would never jeopardize your position. Or mine. I just- it will purely be between us. In private. Either your house or mine.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel pressured because he’s your boss.

You nod, knowing that Marcus is a man of his word, that is something that you can trust. It’s not that relationships between agents are frowned upon, it’s just that it could lead to a shift in dynamics in the team and you didn’t want to risk that, everything was running smoothly as it was. “Alright.” You agree after another moment. “When do you want to start this?” You ask with a small smirk. 

Marcus shifts, his cock twitching in delight that you aren’t slapping him, telling him to fuck off. He is desperate to cum but he also imagines making you moan his name. That makes his cock harden a little more. “Tonight?” He asks, biting his lip.

You finish your beer, setting down the bottle and looking over at the waitress as she starts walking over to the two of you to check on you. “Get the check.” You tell him, deciding that you will tease him slightly. “We’ll see how good your handcuffing technique is, Pike.”

Marcus is eager, scrambling to grab some cash from his wallet and he hands the waitress far too much in his rush to get out of this fucking bar. Once he’s paid and you’re heading outside, he wraps his arm around your waist. “Wait…who’s being cuffed? You or me?” He teases, his semi hopefully not visible to others after he adjusted himself.

You chuckle and relax at the warm weight of his hand on your waist. Soon he would be touching much more. “Whatever you want to start.” You tell him, knowing he wants to try it all. “My hard limit is fisting. That’s a hell no. Do not attempt.” You tell him. “With those thick ass fingers of yours, three is the maximum.”

Marcus takes the compliment and notes the hard limit. It’s never been something he’s been into either. “Three fingers max.” He promises, sliding his hand a little lower to rest in your hip. “I’ll let you drive to my place. Save suspicion in the morning.” He notes when you enter the garage for the Hoover building. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You tell him and he walks you to your car. Before you can get in, he presses you against the side, reaching up to cup your cheek. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to - to be with me because I’m your boss.” He knows how fucked men can be to pressure their female employees and he vowed to never be remotely like those assholes.

Your cunt clenches at the way he traps you against the car. It’s not meant to be threatening but it’s kind of sexy. At least your pussy thinks so. “I’ve had plenty of x-rated thoughts about my handsome boss over the past few months.” You admit, smirking at him. “You didn’t coerce me.”

He offers you a boyish grin upon hearing you’ve had thoughts about him. He knows there are cameras around so he doesn’t do what he wants, which is to just press his lips to yours and make out like a teenager against your car. Instead, he leans closer so his breath mingles with yours. “Good. I’ll see you at my place.” You’ve been to his place lots of times for team cookouts and late nights going over files. This time is different though. Unable to stop himself, he kisses the side of your mouth before he pulls back, opening your door for you.

You have to calm your nerves on the drive over to his house, playing some music to try to keep from working yourself up. Your stomach is jumpy and excited, it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten laid and this sounds like it’s going to be fun. Toys, bondage, edging are all things you love and it was rare to find a partner who just didn’t want to fuck as quickly as possible and go to sleep. Pulling up into the spot beside him, you flash him a grin as you climb out. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Marcus chuckles, his stomach churning with nerves but he reminds himself that this is supposed to be fun. He exhales shakily and grabs his keys, guiding you to his front door before he unlocks it and disarms the alarm. “You want a drink? Beer? Wine? Whiskey? Water?” He offers several options, trying to show that he isn’t in a rush.

“Some water will be fine.” You don’t want to drink too much the first time you do this. You look around his living room, noticing that it’s neat, just like it has been every time you’ve been here. “So I guess we can talk more about what you are looking for.” You decide to shuck your jacket and hang it up, your holster and weapon locked in your glove compartment already. “Establish safe words, warning queues. That kind of thing.”

Marcus grabs you both a bottle of water, sitting down on the sofa and patting the space beside him. "Um, yeah. I just- I want to try new things with someone I trust that isn't going to reject me or make fun of me." He admits, biting his lip. "My exes...they just wanted missionary. Doggy or spooning. Rarely did a girlfriend ride me. Claimed their thighs hurt so, uh, I guess I just want a woman who wants to experiment with me that I know and trust. I'm clean by the way. I just had my medical. Can show you the results." He says, reaching for his phone.

You shake your head. “I trust you. I’m clean too. And I have an IUD if cum play is something you are into.” You inform him. “I promise I won’t make fun of anything you want to try. Even if it’s not something I like.” You don’t mind the idea of this at all. “My safe word is blueberry.” You admit with a smile. “Have you ever thought of what you would use as one?”

He reaches out to squeeze your hand in appreciation. “Safeword? I’d say ‘pancakes’ and I, uh, I wouldn’t mind cum play. I might…” He exhales shakily, blushing furiously at the fact that he’s gonna tell anyone this. “I might have a breeding kink.” He confesses, knowing that he often gets off on the thought of knocking his partner up, watching his cum drip from her and knowing there’s a small chance it took. It’s dumb, all of his partners have had birth control but the idea just turns him on.

“Okay.” You nod, wanting to put him at ease. “It’s pretty common. I have a breeding kink too, even if I’m nowhere near having kids.” You give a small laugh. “So me begging you to put a baby in me would be top tier dirty talk?” You just want to make sure you are giving him what he wants. And since this is a mutual kink, that wouldn’t be hard. Plenty of ex’s had been weirded out even when you explained you didn’t want kids right then.

His cock hardens even more at the revelation that you also have a breeding kink and aren’t laughing at him. “Jesus.” He exhales sharply, “yes. God, I think you’d make me cum right away.” He chuckles softly, wiping his hands on his pants. He wants you, God, he wants you. “So, uh, should we…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. You nod and he swallows harshly, shifting over to you and he tentatively reaches out to cup your cheek. His dark eyes meet yours for a moment until he gently moves closer until he can press his lips to yours.

The first kiss is tentative, explorative. When you don’t hesitate or push him away, he gets a little more comfortable, moving closer. Sparks sizzle in your belly and your mouth opens, inviting him in with a soft moan as your hands drift up his arms to rest on his shoulders. His tongue immediately slides inside your mouth and the kiss turns slightly needy, Marcus pressing closer and your mutual groans getting louder.

Marcus loves that he knows you. The awkward dissipates almost instantly, and he caresses your back as he slides his tongue against yours. He might be a little clumsy but honestly, he’s so fucking eager to please. He’s decided he wants to handcuff you. Show you how good a lover he can be before you decide to go further into his sexual exploration. His hands grab your ass and he shifts to lean back, bringing you with him until you are straddling him. He kisses along your jaw, allowing you a moment, “you’re so beautiful.” He coos, wanting you to know that he truly believes that. He’s always thought that.

Flattery will get him everywhere with you. You wiggling into his lap, moaning when you feel his hard cock poking against your core and start grinding down on it. Slowly moving your hips in a circle eight pattern while your fingers comb through his hair. “And you’re sexy.” You pant out breathlessly, squealing softly when he bites down gently. “Fuck, do that again.” You beg.

He does as he is told, biting down again before he soothes the skin with his tongue. His cock throbs as you grind onto him and his hands slide up to squeeze your tits through your blouse. “Can I take this off?” He asks. 

“Please.” Comes your breathless reply and he untucks it from your pants before pulling it over your head to expose your sensible white bra. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your tits encased in the white silk makes him surge forward to kiss along the swell of your breast until he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material.

You whine, loving the feeling of his hot mouth soaking the material and the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin. “I- you can bite.” You tell him breathlessly, your fingers curled into his hair and you push him a little closer to your breasts. “I like that.” He groans, his cock twitching and throbbing underneath you, making you grind down against it a little more. You wish you had worn a skirt today, so it could already be pushed up to your hips, but you had worn a pantsuit. Feeling the pressure of his teeth makes your body jolt in surprise and you can’t help but moan again. “Mar-Marcus.” 

His hands slide up your back, unclasping your bra as he bites down on your nipple again. Reluctantly pulling back so he can drag your bra down before he tosses it aside to resume his actions. Biting down on your other nipple, his hand squeezes your free breast, unable to believe how good you already feel pressed against him. His cock throbs but he’s not in a rush. “Lemme - lemme take my shirt off.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can tug on his tie, the material suddenly suffocating.

He works on his tie while your greedy fingers already start working on his lower buttons, eager to get to his skin. You’ve often wondered how he would look and feel, during those moments of naughty thoughts. You huff, finding a soft white cotton blend t-shirt underneath his once crisp dress shirt. Tugging on the ends to try to pull them from where they are tucked into his pants. You know you don’t have to rush, but excitement has you working frantically to get him just as exposed as you are.

Marcus loves how eager you are to get to his skin, tossing the tie aside as he helps you untuck his shirts before he shrugs off the button down. “Too many damn clothes.” You tease and he chuckles, “professional attire.” Eventually, you are pulling off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and he feels a little self conscious. He’s not built, he is fit enough to pass all the FBI requirements but he’s never had a six pack. A fit dad bod was how Teresa described him. He just hopes you like how he looks.

Your hands caress his skin and you lean in, pressing your breasts against his chest with a soft moan. “Fuck, you’re hot.” You praise, lips pressing against his neck before you start kissing down it and along his shoulder. You have always believed that men deserve just as much praise as women do when you are intimate. It makes the entire thing better, makes you more eager to be with that person again. You love that his chest is smooth and relatively hairless, your fingers mapping his skin.

Marcus’s chest tightens at your praise and eager kisses, making him feel like the most handsome man in the world. He loves it. His hands grab your ass, grinding you onto his throbbing covered cock. “You’re so fucking hot. Always thought it.” He confesses, “wanted to fuck you.” He reaches for the button of your pants, making quick work of them before he slides his hand into your panties. It’s awkward but he manages to rub your clit.

You whimper against his collar bone, tongue sliding along the thin skin there when you feel his thumb press against your clit. Right now this is what the two of you need. An introduction to one another. Your own hand snakes down and you squeeze his thick cock through his pants and moan when he twitches against it. “Lean back, baby.” You order him softly. “I want to get your cock out.” 

He leans back, chuckling softly when you curse his belt but soon enough it is being tossed across the room with a clang. You then unbutton his smart dress pants, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to grip his cock. He hisses, unable to stop himself as he realizes how damn good your hand feels, he knows he’s gonna lose his mind when your cunt grips him.

“Fuck.” You whimper when you feel the hot weight of him in your hands. He’s thick, not overly girthy, but he will stretch and fill you deliciously. Your lips find his jaw and you can’t help but nip his skin as you slowly start to stroke him. “I’ve got my boss’s dick in my hand.” You moan breathlessly. “Wonder how many roleplay scenarios we can come up with?” You tease. “Please sir, I’ll do anything for a raise.” 

He moans, continuing to rub your clit. “You’ve already got a raise.” He teases, twitching in your grip. You giggle, rolling your eyes, and he chuckles before you pump him, taking his breath away. “Jesus baby.” He grunts, “want to see all of you.” He gently pushes you off of him, making you stand so he can pull your pants down.

You don’t have any issue standing naked in front of him. Your body, with all of its imperfections, is your body. If he didn’t like it, he could just end things here. Although from the way that his eyes darken and he reaches for you again, you don’t think that it’s going to be an issue. “Show me your bedroom Marcus.” You tell him, pulling away from his reaching hands and picking up your pair of handcuffs, holding them up with one finger. “Easier to play there.” 

He gulps, a drop of pre-cum soaking his boxers as he stands up, kicking off his sensible work loafers before he shoves down his pants, eager to be naked alongside you. He stumbles slightly in his excitement to get you to his bedroom but he’s soon opening the door for you.

Even though you’ve been inside his home several times, you’ve never been in his bedroom. It’s neat, just like the rest of the house and you smile when you see that his bed is even made, not just covers thrown haphazardly back into place. His bed is a nice size, queen, since he doesn’t need a larger bed living alone. “So what do you want to do, Marcus?” You ask, looking at the bed and then back to him. “Do you want to be in handcuffs or use the handcuffs on me?” 

He eyes the handcuffs, knowing he wants to experience being tied up but tonight should be about you. He wants to show you how good he can be. Make you feel like you’re in heaven so you will want to fuck him again. He does feel like he has to prove himself since he is the one who wanted this. “You. I want you handcuffed to my bed so I can make you scream my name while my tongue is buried in your pussy.” He may be sweet but Marcus can be direct and dirty. He knows what he wants.

Your eyes widen in surprise but you can’t help but smirk. You have no issue being handcuffed by him to the bed and your cunt clenches at the thought of looking down and seeing his head between your thighs. “Yes sir.” You sass, swaying your hips as you walk by him and make sure you stick your ass out as you climb onto the bed and lay down in the middle of it. He had wanted to be able to explore things with you and you were going to give him that. 

Marcus groans as you lay down on the bed, arms stretched towards the headboard and your legs spread to display your dripping folds. He grabs the handcuffs, leaning over you. “Are you sure? You want out, you say the word.” He orders, his voice authoritative.

“Blueberries.” You remind him of your safe word and watch as the muscles under his skin flex and ripple as he wraps the cold steel of your handcuffs around one wrist and clicks them closed before winding it behind the slats and takes your other wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t stay silent if I want out.” You pause. “Spanking is also on the table. If you’re into that.” 

His cock twitches violently at the thought as he cuffs your other hand. “Yeah? You like being spanked like a naughty little girl?” He coos, a sudden dominant vibe surging inside of him now that you are cuffed to his bed. He shuffles, kneeling between your thighs and he playfully slaps the inside of your thigh.

“God.” Your moan is loud and your cunt clenches, slightly shocked that he had slapped your thigh. You should have known better, but men far less chivalrous than Marcus had not liked spanking. He rubs your skin even though the slap hadn’t stung for more than a second, there hadn’t been any force behind it. “Yes.” You admit shamelessly. “Love it.” 

Marcus smirks, loving how eager you are. He shifts to lay between your thighs, groaning at how wet you are. He  inhales your heady scent before he leans closer, sliding his tongue through your folds.

You let out a strangled groan, closing your eyes and letting your head flop back against the pillows while he licks at your cunt. You never imagined an after work drink would have led to this. “Oh fuck, Marcus.” You whimper, body jolting when he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He just hums in delight, loving the tang of your arousal as he flicks your clit, your hips bucking into his mouth. His arm slings over your stomach to keep you still while he slides his tongue through your folds. “You prefer your clit sucked or flicked?” He asks, wanting to communicate about what you like.

Your eyes open and you look down at him, his dark eyes fixed on you. “Flicked.” You pant out, whimpering when he does just that and your instinct is to pull your hands down. The clank of the handcuffs makes you moan, realizing you can’t touch him. “Fuck.”

He smiles into your folds. “Gotta be a good girl. Keep your hands there. Otherwise, I gotta spank you.” He warns, knowing you’d like the punishment. It’s so much fun to try a different part of his sexual personality, enjoying being a little more dominant. He flicks your clit while his hand slides along your thigh. Pressing two fingers into your cunt, he groans at how wet you are. “Dripping for me like a filthy girl. You like being handcuffed to my bed? I can do what I want to you. I could make you cum on my fingers…or leave you high and dry.” He hums, curling his fingers inside of you before removing them.

The whimper you let out is sinful. Gasping and lifting your hips to chase his fingers. It’s fucking sexy to hear that fall from your bosses lips. How the hell could someone not want Marcus like this? “I- I’ll be good.” You promise, biting your lips and moaning again as your cunt throbs. “Please.”

He hums again, leaning in to kiss your thigh before he slides two fingers back inside of you, pumping his digits with a groan at the way your walls grip him as if to stop him from pulling them out again. He leans in to flick his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear you cum for the first time.

It doesn’t that you long. A few minutes of perfectly curled fingers combined with clever, strong flicks of his tongue against your clit has your toes curling and your arms straining at the handcuffs. That knot of tension building in your stomach busting and making you cry out. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” You gasp as your cunt gushes over his fingers and your entire body lights up in bliss.

He fucking loves the way you cum. Your thighs pressed against his head and the gush of juices on his digits until there’s a squelching sound as he works you through it. He groans, kissing your clit as he waits for you to relax from your orgasm. “You good?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re okay with the handcuffs and aren’t uncomfortable before he continues making you feel good.

Your body relaxes and your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck, I’m great.” You chuckle, tilting your head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Marcus. You are talented with that mouth of yours.” You praise. “How the fuck are you single? A man who eats pussy like that is a fucking prize.”

He sighs, kissing your inner thigh. “I’m too much too soon. Always dive in and end up scaring them away.” He confesses, knowing his desire for a wife and family has led to him seeming a little desperate and intense. He wants you to cum one more time on his tongue, wants you to be eager to fuck him next time. He kisses along your thigh before he flicks his tongue over your clit again, loving your whimper of sensitivity.

Forgetting about his words, you just let yourself experience his tongue. It’s all you can do. There is a helpless aspect to bondage that you enjoy, being unable to do anything but what your partner wants you to do appeals to the woman that is always independent and in charge of her life. Your legs lift and you drape them over Marcus’s broad shoulders while he continues to lick into you like you are a sweet. 

He slides his tongue into your cunt, curling it as he groans at how wet you are. His nose presses against your clit, loving how sweet your cum tastes as he works you up again. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples to hear your sweet cry of his name again.

Oftentimes, you get one orgasm with lovers, so this is a treat. You love the ache of his fingers rolling your nipples between them and the groans that vibrate against your folds. Even if this wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting tonight, you feel like just the handcuffs being used is giving Marcus a new experience. Your hips lift and you cry out his name when your second orgasm steamrolls over you, making you choke out another cry and shake under his touch. 

He fucking loves it. Already addicted, he laps up every drop of your cum as you shake beneath him, heels digging into his shoulders as you ride your orgasm. He groans, lapping at your folds to work you through it until you relax and he rests his chin on your lower stomach. "Damn. You taste good." He licks his lips as he looks at you.

You give him a lazy smile, still blissed out and soft from your orgasm. “That was really good.” You hum happily. “What do you want now? Do you want to fuck me? Feel how soft and wet I am? How tight I feel around your cock?” 

Marcus nods, wanting to feel you around him. “You, uh, want to use a condom?” He asks, wanting to know before he slides inside of you. His cock is throbbing so he shifts to kneel, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give him some relief.

“Only if you want to.” You shoot him a grin and one foot comes up to slide along his thigh. “I trust you are safe and there’s that IUD, remember?” You tease. “So I am yours to turn into a Twinkie if you want.” 

He groans, cock twitching in his grip before he lets go, grabbing your calf and bringing your foot up to his mouth. He wraps his lips around your toe, sucking as he shuffles closer to you. His cock sliding between your folds as he covers his length in your cum.

You squeal, surprised by that move, and you giggle when he bites down on your toe playfully. Only to moan a second later when starts to slide his cock up against your entrance teasingly before letting his move to push against your clit. Teasing you as he wets himself with your juices. “Marcus.” You pant, eager to feel him inside you. “Are you going to make me beg?” 

He hums, releasing your toe before placing your calf on his shoulder. “Now there’s an idea.” He nudges your clit with the head before pulling away. “Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you. I could pull away now, leave you here to think about how good my cock would feel inside of you.”

You pout at him, whining at the threat. “Fuck me, Marcus.” You beg quietly. “I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to feel you when I’m sitting at my desk tomorrow and know they you fucked me tonight.” You bite your lip. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

He pulls away from you. "That's not good enough." He quips, removing his cock from your folds. He hums and shuffles off of the bed. "I think you need a few minutes to think about how much you want my cock inside of you." He slaps your thigh before he strides out of the room. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, his cock is throbbing but he wants to hear your sweet begs for him. He wants to feel in control after all the bullshit with Teresa.

“Oh fuck.” You bite your lip, whimpering with your eyes still on the doorway where Marcus disappeared. You had never expected him to actually leave you. “Please, please fuck me.” You beg, your voice pleading. “I need your cock inside me. God, you can’t tease me like this baby.” You squirm on the bed, restless and tug on the handcuffs to clatter against the slats of his headboard. “Come back and fuck me, please.” 

He bites his lip, deciding to go and get you a bottle of water. He desperately wants to go in there and sink into you but he also wants to hear you beg a little more. “Sorry. Did you say something?” He calls out, a smirk on his lips as he sets the bottle down before wrapping his fingers around his cock, trying to stop himself from jerking off.

Huffing, your whimper is frustrated. “Marcus, please. God, stop teasing me. I want to feel you inside me. I want - fuck uncuff me and I’ll ride you.” You try to bargain. “I just want your cock inside me, filling me up.” Your legs shift impatiently and your cunt is throbbing. “Please, please, please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.” You beg, chanting your plea over and over again. 

Marcus can’t deny you when you beg so sweetly. He lets go of his cock and makes his way into the bedroom. Your whine of relief makes pre-cum drip onto his carpet and he doesn’t give a fuck. When he is hovering over you, your legs spread as you buck up into thin air, it releases something inside of him. He grabs your hips, spinning you so your arms cross and you are on your stomach. He straddles your thighs and grips his cock, not even wasting a second before he is pushing into you, his hips pressed against your ass.

Your shriek of pleasure is loud, making sure that anyone nearby hears it. His cock stretches you, pushes up against your walls in the most fantastic way that leaves you breathless. He’s groaning behind you, maybe growling and your cunt can’t help but react, clenching down around him while he grinds deeper into your body. His hips pushing against your ass and pushing you into the bed. “Oh- oh fuck.” 

“That’s it. Take all of it. Take all of my cock.” He growls, loving the way your arms are crossed, his cock pushing inside of you as he begins a fast pace, wanting to hear you scream his name and remember him tomorrow when you walk.

You can’t do anything but take it. Moaning and gasping out every time he pushes deep, feeling like he’s burying himself in your guts. You instinctively know that this isn’t his normal pace. All you can do is ball your hands into fists and try to push your ass up as he thrusts down into you. “Oh fuck- shit- Marcus!”

He leans down, pressing all of his body over yours so he can bite down on your shoulder. He rocks into you, his hips slamming against yours as he roughly fucks you. He isn’t usually like this but he wants to indulge in his more animalistic side. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. God baby.” He groans, kissing your neck.

Your toes curl and you moan nearly every thrust, being able to take a breath when he pulls his hips back only to have it push back out when his hips snap forward again. “Yes.” You hiss, bowing your back as much as you can until it hurts. “Use me.” You beg. “Take what you need.”

He grunts, wanting you to cum first before he feels you up. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna get you - fuck - get you pregnant. Knock you up and watch your belly grow. Want to watch my cum drip out of you knowing - knowing that it took.” He knows you are okay with it, knowing you have an IUD. It’s just pretend, but fuck if it doesn’t make his cock throb inside of you.

You whine, nodding with your face against the cool pillow. “Fuck yes.” You gasp, clenching down around him. “Fuck, breed me baby.” You feel positively wicked just saying it out loud, always thinking it during sex but never having a partner be comfortable with it. The last guy you had tried that with went limp. “Please, fill me up.” 

“Going to.” He promises. Shit, this is his fucking dream. A hidden part of him wants to do it for real, but that’s just his desire for a family. You and him aren’t like that. You aren’t together. “Gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Coat your walls with my cum. Just want you to cum.” He groans.

Whimpering, you feel him speed up. The slap of his hips against your ass loud and his cock is shredding up inside you. Striking against pure heaven and making you race towards another orgasm. “Go-going to.” You pant out. “Yo-your cock is going to make me cum. Fuck- so good.” You feel him push deep and it unleashes a wave of pleasure inside you. “Ohhhhh Marcusssssssss!” You cry out loudly as you soak his cock.

Marcus fucking loves it, burying his cock deep inside of you as he struggles to even thrust because of how tight you’re gripping him. “Good girl. God, I love this.” He chokes, thrusting his hips a few more times before he cums, pushing deep as he paints your walls with his hot seed.

You moan as he fills you up. Feeling the flood of heat from his cum and basking in the way that you feel even fuller than you did just a moment before. The rocking thrusts of his hips makes it squelch, pushing it out around his length as he rides out his high. You sigh, closing your eyes and smiling at the way you feel completely relaxed and sated as he collapses on top of you. 

Marcus exhales deeply until he is kissing along your shoulder as he enjoys the buzz of his orgasm. He loves how you seem boneless beneath him and he is happy to have fucked you to that point. He kisses your cheek before he pulls out of you. He gently turns you over, groaning when you spread your thighs and he can see his cum dripping out of you. "Jesus. That's a pretty sight." He murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to push his cum back inside of you.

You whimper in delight and your eyes flutter closed as his fingers plug your cunt, keeping his cum trapped inside you. “Fuck Marcus.” You pants. “Gotta make sure it stays in there.” You murmur, continuing the small little breeding fantasy. You open your eyes and find him staring down at your cunt and his fingers. “How do you feel about plugs?” 

He smirks, blushing despite everything he just did to you. “Damn. That would be sexy as hell.” He pulls his fingers away, bringing them up to your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking his cum off of his digits. He groans, spent cock twitching, and withdraws his fingers, grabbing the key so he can unlock the cuffs. After removing them, he gently rubs your wrists, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I’ll get you some water.” He murmurs, pulling back before making his way to the kitchen.

Sitting up, you slide off the bed, needing to use the bathroom. Marcus had just spent countless minutes pushing against your bladder and you are eager to relieve it. Slipping into his en-suite, you use the toilet and clean up quickly, flushing and washing your hands before you walk back out just as Marcus comes back in from the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to pee.” You explain with a small grin. 

He rolls his eyes at you, “as if I’d be bothered about that sweetheart.” He shifts to lay down beside you, handing you the bottle of water. “Drink. You need to hydrate.” He orders, not wanting you to feel ill. He wants to ask you to stay for some takeout but he doesn’t want to push it.

“Yes sir.” You send him a cheeky smile and twist the cap off to take a long drink of the cold water. Moaning quietly when you realize how thirsty you actually were, downing half the bottle before you pull it away from your lips. “Here.” You offer him the rest of the water. “You need some too. You did all the work.” 

He downs it, tossing the bottle onto his nightstand. He reaches out to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. “So…did I pass the friends with benefits audition?” He asks, smiling as he settles back against the headboard.

You smirk and raise a brow at him in amusement. “It all depends on if feeding me is a part of Mr. Pike’s aftercare routine.” You tell him playfully before you nod. “It was good, seriously good.” You promise him. “Was it- was it what you were imagining? Or no?” 

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “What do you want?” He asks, “your choice. Thai? Pizza? Chinese? Or McDonalds?” He asks, wanting to give you options. He swallows after a moment, looking at you. “It was…it was incredible. Seriously, thank you. I never - I’ve never been like that before. Never been so…so animalistic.” He admits, blushing even more. 

You smile, happy that he has been able to experience something new with you. “Good.” You lean in and press your lips to his, hoping that he doesn’t mind since the two of you are done having sex. You keep it quick, pulling back and biting your lip. “Is Chinese okay?” You ask, wanting egg rolls all of a sudden. 

“Sure. Lemme grab my phone and you can order whatever you want.” He says, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his boxers before he moves to grab his phone from his jeans. “Here babe.” He says, handing you the phone. This feels so domestic but he reminds himself that this isn’t anything more than friendship with sex sprinkled in.

You pull up the UberEats app and select the restaurant that it looks like Marcus has ordered from before. You pick your favorite meal and hand the phone back to him, making sure to get extra egg rolls. “I’ve picked out what I want.” You tell him with a grin. “I guess I better get dressed, huh?” 

He bites his lip, “we are friends. If you wanna wear one of my shirts and boxers until you go, that’s cool. Or you can get dressed. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” He offers, wanting to cuddle but he won’t let his damn clingy nature ruin this.

“That will work.” You smile at him and nod. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being naked when we aren’t- you know.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you give a small shrug. “This is new, so I don’t want to overstep.” 

He kisses your cheek, “you wouldn’t make me uncomfortable. Communication is key so you tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll do the same. We are friends, not just coworkers. This is supposed to be fun so I want you to be happy and relaxed.” He shifts off of the bed again, grabbing a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers from his dresser for you.

“Thank you.” You stand and take the clothes when he hands them to you. Slipping on the boxers and shirt before you lay back down. “So I guess we should talk about aftercare and cuddling and things like that.” You venture. “And what else you want to have happen.”

He leans back against his pillows. “I’d like cuddles, if you’re cool with that. And I would like to look after you. I think aftercare is key. Especially after a hard session. Water, food, lotion. Relaxation. You never have to leave here if you don’t feel like it. I’m good with you staying over. You can even stay in my guest room. I want…I want you to dominate me next. Edge me. I’ve never had a lover do that.” He admits, biting his lip.

“Okay so on days we are planning on meeting up, I would say that we just sleep over.” You propose. “I’ll sleep wherever you want, but I know it’s draining after some things.” You smirk at him. “How do you feel about cock rings?” You ask playfully. 

“I’ve never used one. I’m open to it. Do you- I never asked you what you’d like to try. This is about you too. What’s your biggest fantasy? I want to make your fantasies come true too.”

You give him an embarrassed grin. “Well, the breeding kink is a very big one and a plug.” You admit. “Making me keep your cum inside me for however long.” You give a small chuckle. “Um, and I- I like when someone cums on my face.” Your cheeks heat up again as you tell your boss your desires.

His cock twitches at that thought. “Really?” He asks, jaw dropped when you nod. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that sweetheart. Jesus, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? What about roleplay? Any fantasies? I, uh, I want to roleplay an interrogation. Where, uh, I'm the perp.”

“Hmmmm that’s a good one.” You curl into his side easily and wrap your hand around his stomach. “I have to…break…my suspect.” You purr. “I’ve got some fantasies that are- no, I don’t have anything.” You can’t bring yourself to admit that, it’s too dark and you don’t want to scare him or make him think you are fucked up.

He frowns, wanting you to feel secure and safe enough to tell him what you want. You’re here for a good time and he wants to make sure you both enjoy it. “You don’t have to tell me but I won’t judge. This is supposed to be fun. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you but I won't make fun of you.” He promises, cuddling into you.

“I - God, I’ve had a fantasy about- being taken advantage of while I sleep since I was - fuck, 17?” You admit. “A stranger sliding into bed and fucking me while I’m asleep.” You can’t look over at him, knowing you would see disgust on his face. After telling one boyfriend about it and having him break up with you, you had never told anyone else about your fantasy.

Marcus can’t stop his cock from hardening even if he tries. “You mean-” He clears his throat, “you want - you want to be fucked while you’re asleep?” You nod, biting your lip from mortification and he leans closer to rest his forehead against yours. “As long as you give me consent, I can make it happen. You have to be sure though. Consent. Consent. Consent.” He repeats, knowing he will need you to be certain before he ever takes you like that.

You exhale loudly, amazed that he would even consider it. “Yes- fuck, you’ll do it?” You ask, eyes wide and hopeful. “I mean, you don’t have to, I’ve just- that’s my one thing that I’ve always wanted.”

“I will if you give me consent. I won’t do it unless you are comfortable.” He tells you, knowing he wants to fulfill your fantasies as well as his own. “Anything else you want?” He asks, curious as his phone dings that the food is on the way.

“Standard stuff.” You give a small shrug. “Anal is okay, I like it.” You tell him. “But yes, I give you consent. Alllll the consent.” You giggle quietly. “What’s your deepest fantasy?” You ask, wanting to know.

He bites his lip again, blushing furiously as he imagines his deepest fantasy. “I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it, considering our jobs.” He confesses, looking over at you with flushed cheeks. “I- I want to - to have sex in public. Somewhere we can be caught and I’m trying to keep you quiet but also trying to make you cum.”

Your brow wings up and you nearly choke in surprise. This man claims that he’s vanilla and he wants public sex? “I - wow.” You don’t hate the idea though. “We would have to find the right spot to make that happen.” You tell him quickly, not wanting him to think you are saying no.

He nods, knowing it would involve planning because of your jobs. The fact that you aren’t saying no has him smiling softly. “Where have you been all my life?” He teases. 

“In an office down the hall from you.” You joke and he leans in to rest his head on top of yours. “Let’s have some good food, sleep and then we can figure out our next fantasy.”

****

You bite your lip as you glance at the clock again, willing the numbers to be closer to the time where you can leave and go home. It’s been a few days since the first time that you had gone home with Marcus, both of you deciding that it didn’t need to be an everyday thing. It’s Friday, the weekend free and clear and the two of you can indulge without being interrupted with work. This time you are going to be in control over Marcus and edge him - at your apartment. 

Marcus is nervous and excited. This time you’re in control and going over to your apartment gives more of that illusion. When the day ends, he watches you walk past his office without a glance in his direction, making his palms sweaty. He is already half hard just thinking about this, has been all day, and soon, he is in his car driving over to your place. When he arrives, he grabs the overnight bag from the car and makes his way to your door.

You smirk when you hear the doorbell ring, making your way over to it and opening it quickly to find Marcus standing there with his bag. “Come inside and leave your bag by the door.” You order him, watching his eyes widen when he sees what you have changed into. “Then you are to strip down to your boxers.” 

Marcus's jaw drops at your outfit. Tight leather and lace that has his cock instantly hard. Plus your voice, full of authority has him ready to fucking cum. He nods, setting his bag down by the door and he is rock hard, body practically vibrating with excitement. "Jesus baby. You-" He closes his mouth when you look at him, showing him that he shouldn't talk.

He likes your nod to the classic idea of a dominant looks like, you had thought he would love it when you had picked it out after work the other day. Watching as he eagerly sets his bag down and starts shucking off his clothes, haphazardly throwing them on the floor. “Ah ah ahhhh.” You purse your lips in disappointment and look at the pile pointedly. “Don’t be a messy boy.” You purr. “Make sure you fold them neatly.” 

His cock twitches as he picks up his pants, carefully folding them up like he used to in the army, and he shrugs off the rest of his clothes, carefully placing the pile down on the floor. He stands up straight in his boxers, awaiting your next command with his cock bulging in the thin material.

“Hmmm.” You bite your lip as you see that he’s already hard, obviously enjoying you ordering him around. “I’m not going to use handcuffs on you.” You announce with a smirk. “I have straps for your hands and feet to tie you to my bed. Is that okay with you?” You ask, wanting to make sure he is comfortable with that idea. “Spread out and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch you?” 

Marcus whimpers, actually whimpers at the idea. Swearing he could cum just from you telling him about what you are going to do to him. He nods and you shake your head. "Words." You order, making him shiver. 

"It's okay - more than okay - with me." He responds, wringing his hands together as he becomes fidgety.

Smiling, you crook your finger and beckon him to follow you through your apartment to your bedroom. Marcus has never been over here and you wonder if he’s looking around, or if his eyes are focused on your ass, your cheeks completely bare as the back of your outfit is a thong. You open the door and show him the queen sized bed that have black padded cuffs waiting at every corner, already tied to the frame and a cock ring, plug and anal beads sitting on the bedside table with lube. 

Marcus honestly feels like he has died and gone to heaven, a soft groan escaping his lips as he eyes the set up. It's everything he has fantasized about and more. "Shit." He hisses under his breath, unsure of what to look at since you look like a damn snack and he is starving. He hopes you let him eat you out again. "Where do you want me...ma'am?" He tests the waters, wanting to please you.

“On the bed.” You order, walking over to the bed to start opening the cuffs. “Remind me of your safe word.” You know that it’s pancakes, but you want it to be fresh in his mind. 

“Pancakes.” Marcus rushes over to lay down and you smirk as you start with his ankle, wrapping the cuffs around one firmly and tugging on it. 

“Good boy.” You purposely haven’t removed his underwear, wondering if he will question you on it or if he will stay silent. 

He grows more desperate for your touch with each cuff that is placed on his wrists and ankles. Groaning, he watches you finish the last cuff and he is soaking his boxers with pre-cum. He bucks his hips, able to move too much, and a whine escapes his lips. "Please. Please. I need - I need you."

You shush him, leaning over and pressing your lips to his firmly, feeling him strain to kiss you back. His tongue slides against your lips and you pull back with a grin. “Naughty boy.” You chide lightly. “I’ll take care of you, you just relax, hm?” 

He tries to relax, breathing out as he waits for you to touch him, do anything with him. Closing his eyes, he forces himself to relax into the mattress, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Yes ma’am.” He murmurs, opening his eyes to watch you.

You hun in approval and lean down to swirl your tongue around his flat nipple, making him gasp as you climb up on the bed and straddle one of his thighs as you reach down and cup his cock through his boxer. “When was the last time someone worshiped your cock baby?” You ask softly. “Licked it and sucked it, nuzzled it? Sucked on your balls while they stroked your cock?”

Marcus looks at you, realizing how fucking perfect you are for this. He’s never been so turned on and you haven’t even touched his cock. “It’s been a while. Not since - pre-Teresa. She never - I didn’t push her because she - she didn’t like giving blowjobs.” He reveals, feeling like he’s about to combust.

You smirk and hook your fingers under the band of his briefs. They are plain, standard boxers. Not name brand so you have no guilt when you grab the seam of them and start ripping them apart. “Good thing I love having a cock in my mouth.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He hisses when you rip his boxers, reach down to grip his cock and waste no time in taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck baby.” He groans in relief, fingers twitching before curling into a fist as he remembers that he can’t touch you.

You hum around his length, loving how he twitches and rewards you with a small spurt of pre-cum when you press your tongue against the tip. Pulling off of him to flatten your tongue along the sensitive skin that is salty and slightly musky. “Do you want the toys now or when you are squirming, baby?” You coo, having every intention of turning him into a needy pile of goo by the time you climb onto his cock.

“Now, please.” Marcus begs, trying now to pull against restraints. All his wildest dreams are coming true and he can’t wait to see how it feels. 

“Good boy.” You coo, happy he’s giving himself over to you like this. He said he wanted it, but so many men have a hard time giving up control. You lean over, reaching for the toys and your fingers let go of his cock and slide down to massage the taunt skin around his puckered hole.

He gasps, thighs shaking a little as you rub the sensitive skin and he swears he could cum just from that. A moan escaping his lips and he is completely at your mercy, nails digging into his palms. “Please.” He begs, needing more.

“You’re being so good.” You praise him, removing your fingers so you can coat them in a squirt of lube. “I’m going to work you open, okay? Tell me if you want to stop.” This is all about consent and fun, wanting him to love everything you do, or it doesn’t happen. You circle his sphincter again before you start to slowly push two fingers into him, leaning down and taking his cock back into your mouth.

He groans, loving the way your fingers are stretching him out. He has always wanted this but just couldn’t find anyone to do it for him. He hisses when you suck on his cock, making him whine your name and the cuffs pull on the bed frame. “Oh it’s good.” He pants, whining when you scissor your fingers to work him open.

He’s leaking into your mouth, making it water as your tongue twirls around the head and he groans your name again. You work him open slowly, not wanting to hurt him when you eventually use the toys on him. “You taste divine, baby.” You purr, pulling off his cock and crooking your fingers up inside him.

“What - what are you going to use?” He asks, curious and turned on. He wants to know what you’re gonna do to him. He’s at your mercy and he fucking loves it.

You hum, smiling up at the already wrecked look on his face. “Beads.” You decide. “Want the plug inside you when I sit on your cock and use it to make me cum.”

The choked noise he lets out is almost inhuman. He is so turned on, even hearing you say it has his cock leaking. When you grab the beads with your free hand, his muscles clamp down on your digits, his entire body practically vibrating with excitement.

Chucking at his eagerness, you withdraw your fingers and coat the beads very liberally in the lube. His hole is pulsing, anticipating the penetration and you sit and admire it for just a second before you press the smallest bead against the gasping flesh and watch his body basically try to pull it inside. “Shameless boy, I love it.” You coo as you stroke his thigh with your free hand and start to push the beads inside him. 

He inhales deeply, gulping for air as you push the beads one by one inside of his ass. He has never felt like this and fuck, it just feels so good. He groans your name as you caress his thigh, his cock leaking onto his stomach.

You love how he looks, overwhelmed and blissed out at the same time. Pleasure looks fantastic on Marcus Pike and you are happy you are the one giving it to him. “It’s going to feel weird.” You caution, knowing how startling it can be when someone starts to pull the bead out. “Just let me know if I need to pause.” You order as you tug on the beads, reaching  up and squeezing the base of his cock while you do. 

He frowns slightly at the pressure, the way his body stretches around the bead, and he groans when you pump his cock, making him hiss in response. “Yes. Oh. Oh, I like that.” He pants, hips bucking up slightly since he’s restrained.

He’s so fucking good for you. You swear he would let you do anything to him and that is such a thrilling idea. Your cunt is dripping, soaking the tiny liner of your little outfit and you can’t help but grind down on his thigh while you work the beads back into him. “You are doing so good, baby.” You pant. “Such a good boy. You tell me when you are getting close to cumming okay?” 

He whines out a "yes ma'am" and your praise has him on the fucking edge. He can feel your arousal slicking up his thigh as you rock your hips and the beads are pushed back into his ass while you pump his cock. He couldn't hold off if he wanted to. "I'm gonna cum." He pants just before he explodes, hot seed spurting out onto his lower stomach and chest, nearly hitting him in the face with how fucking hard he cums.

You hum, surprised that he’s cum so quickly but then again you aren’t, not with how new all of this is for him. “Naughty boy.” You stroke him through it, keeping the pressure up on his cock until you work every drop from his length until he is panting and whining in overstimulation. You let go of him and bring your hand up to your lips, licking off his cum from your skin while pants below you. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” You tease, winking at him as you lick up his spend. 

He shakes his head, eyes closed as his entire body vibrates from his orgasm. "Fuck. I'm - I'm so sorry. I couldn't - it felt too good." He pants, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I - I am sorry ma'am." He barely manages to open his eyes to look at you.

“It's okay, baby.” You aren’t the hard dom type of girl. There wasn’t going to be any punishment for him cumming from you. You loved that you made him feel good enough that he couldn’t hold back. You ease the beads out from inside him and set them off the side and lean forward and press your lips to his. “Do you want to keep going, or are you done?” You murmur softly. 

He smiles, lazy and lusty as he looks at you. “I want to keep going. You haven’t cum yet. I want to make you cum. You want to sit on my face?” He asks, wanting to hear you cry out his name as you soak his face again.

You grin, leaning and patting his cheek gently. “You are such a pleaser, Marcus.” You hum, intrigued by the idea of riding his face. “If I do that, I’m going to push your plug inside you, it vibrates.” You tell him. “And I’m going to let your right hand go so you can tap my hip if you need me to get off of you.”

He nods, eager to please and to feel something else inside of him. “Please baby. Whatever you want. I’m yours to use.” He tells you, his voice needy as his cum starts to dry on his skin.

The plug is coated in a thin layer of lube and you feel him tilt his hips up as you start to press it into him. Loving the way that he moans when it is fully seated and the base is flush with his cheeks. “Okay baby, tell me how you like this.” You turn it on and smirk when his mouth drops open and his eyes close, spent cock twitching. 

“Holy fucking shit. I - Jesus. It’s - it’s so good.” He groans, his heart pounding at the stretch and he fucking loves it. God, this is incredible. Everything he’s ever wanted. “Please baby. Sit on my face.”

You reach up and peel the velcro around one of his wrist and guide his hand to your waist while you work your way up his chest. “Squeeze my hip twice if you want me to move off your face.” You order him, facing him so you can look down into his eyes while you ride his face. Reaching down and moving the thin panties to the side to reveal your folds. 

He watches your cunt as you lower it towards his face and he nearly sprains his neck trying to lap his tongue through your folds before you settle on top of him. “Oh fuck yes.” He hisses, flattening his tongue through your folds before he begins to suck on your clit. You are surrounding him and he loves it, loves how you control him, control your pleasure.

Gripping your headboard, you don’t let Marcus move his head. Instead you start rolling your hips, rubbing your cunt over his mouth and using his lips and tongue to drag against your clit. Moaning softly you reach down and adjust the edge of your thong further out of the way, letting him reach all of you as you grind against him. 

His fingers dig into your hip as he lets you ride his face, his tongue stiffened for you to get your pleasure from him. His cock is semi hard again, resting against his thigh as he just loves how you taste. His chin coated in your arousal and he hums into your folds.

You take your time, keeping your pace slow and steady as you use him. Not wanting to gallop towards an orgasm when his body is still recovering from his own pleasure. Tonight is about being in control and you set the pace. “Of fuck baby.” You reach down and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You’re doing so good letting me ride that tongue of yours.” 

He grunts into your flesh in response, his blunt nails scratching your skin as he urges you to take what you need from him. He loves how you keep your pace controlled and use him for your pleasure. His cock is hard now, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as you ride his face.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You pant out breathlessly, thighs quivering around his cheeks as you try to keep your pace steady but your body is starting to react to the way that his tongue drags against your nerves. “You’re gonna be a good boy and let me cum all over your face, aren’t you?” 

He manages to shift his head so he can talk to you. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be a good boy. Please, just cum for me. Cum all over my face.” He pleads before he sucks your clit into his mouth, his hand shifting to squeeze your ass cheek and help you rock on his face.

You moan, that little bit pushing you over the edge. Making your thighs tighten and your hips grind down onto him even more while your cunt starts to pulse around nothing. Your juices pouring out of you to soak his chin and mouth. “Oh, oh fuck baby, oh!” You cry out, tossing your head back in pleasure. 

He hums in delight, never getting enough of hearing you cum. Even better to feel it as it drips onto his face, soaking his chin. The way you shake above him has him ready to cum, especially when he thrusts his hips against midair and the plug hits deeper inside of him, making him groan.

Chuckling breathlessly as you swing your leg over his face so you can get off of him, you lean down and press a kiss to his still wet lips. “Now I’m going to suck your cock and you can’t cum baby.” You warn him. “You cum and I won’t ride your cock.” 

He exhales shakily, nodding as you slide down his body. His cock aches but he wants to feel your cunt surrounding his cock more than your mouth so he braces himself. “I- I can do that.” He tells himself more than you. “Good.” You smile and reach up to cuff his hand once more. When you wrap your fingers around his cock, he hisses, a dribble of pre-cum displaying how turned on he is.

“Someone liked having their face used as a seat.”  You coo, lapping at the head of his cock where the pre-cum and cooled cum from his first orgasm is built up. His moan makes you smile and you kiss down the shaft to mouth at one of the soft balls beneath his cock and your chin pushes against the toy that is still vibrating at the lowest setting inside him. 

“Oh fuck.” He chokes, cock twitching in your grip. He’s never been so turned on, absolutely enthralled with everything you do. This is what he has longed for. A woman to just take control and make him feel good. He’s always been a giver, never complained about that, but it’s nice to get something in return, to feel wanted and desired too. “So good baby. You’re too good to me.”

You twist your wrist, slowly stroking him while you roll the tender flesh around in your mouth and suck on it, making him moan again. Popping it out of your mouth so you drag your tongue over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as you had the first, wanting to show him how he should be treated. He said that no one had gone down on him in a while and you wanted it to be good. Humming, your grin when he flexes his hips up, pushing his cock into your grip. 

“Jesus baby. It’s so good. You’re so good. I love it. It’s - shit. Not so fast. Gonna make me cum.” He groans, feeling like he’s about to combust and he is desperate to feel your walls around him. “Please. I need - I want you to sink down onto my cock. Want to feel you around me.” He begs, his voice needy as he whines.

“Good boy.” You stop moving your hand and pull off of his balls with a soft pop. Peppering kisses up his hips, you can’t help but take him back into your mouth once more to make him gasp out your name before you take mercy on him and straddle his hips. “Okay, I’m going to keep the toy inside you and ride you.” You reach between you and grip his cock to hold it up so you can position yourself and start to sink down on him, panties pulled to the side again. Groaning his name while you take him inside you. “Fuck, Marcuuuuus.” 

He closes his eyes, knowing that if he looks at you, he will cum. You’re so damn tight around him and to see you above him, wearing that outfit, and the plug inside of him, has him on the fucking edge. “Oh God.” He whimpers, his fingers curling into fists, and he finally opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck baby. Look at you. So damn beautiful.” He groans, watching you as you begin to ride him.

His cock was made for riding. That you are completely sure about. He fills you perfectly and his hips try to follow you as you lift and lower yourself onto his length. He can’t move too much, still strapped to the bed, but you can tell that he is loving every single second of it. “So good baby. Fuck you feel so big inside me.” You pant. “Like you're in my guts.” 

He preens at the praise, happy that you love how he feels inside of you. “It’s cos you’re so damn tight.” He hisses when your walls flutter around him. The plug in his ass combined with your wet cunt has him on cloud nine. “Fuck baby. Rub your clit for me.” He orders, wanting to see it.

You should tell him no, but you don’t want to. Reaching down, your fingers spread your lips wide so that he has a good look and you rub your finger around in a slow circle as you grind down on his cock. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, mouth dropping open and you force yourself to keep moving. “I- God, I’m going to cum all over your cock, baby.” 

“Do it. Please. Fucking do it. Please.” He begs, needing to watch you cum before he cums inside of you. “Please baby.” He whines. Your mouth falls open as you rock on his cock, rubbing your clit, and he watches you, enthralled as you cum. Crying out his name, you shake above him and he bites his lip. “Tell me I can cum.” He pleads.

Your nails scratch lightly down his chest and you nod quickly. “Cum.” You order him. “Fill me up baby. I need you to fill me up.” Your walls clench down around him. You keep your eyes trained on him and watch as his mouth drops open. 

The combination of your words, soaking cunt, the plug in his ass, and the sight of your beautiful body above him all send him over the edge. With a loud enough groan that his neighbors can hear, he thrusts up into you, unable to stop himself as he paints your walls with his cum. His body shakes beneath you with pleasure as he cries out your name.

You whine, loving the way the heat of his cum floods your womb and you close your eyes. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his again and again. “That was- oh God that was so good.” You murmur. “Did you like it? You did so well.”

Marcus can barely speak, the haze of his orgasm rendering him speechless as his body just melts into the mattress beneath you. “Baby. I - fuck. Did I like it? That was - that was the best sex of my life.” He smiles, feeling giddy as he opens his eyes to look at you, almost certain he could fall in love with you but he reminds himself that this is just fun. Just casual.

You grin, happy that he had fun. Kissing him one more time. You reach up and start unstrapping him from the bed. Both of you groan when you pull off his cock and you quickly move to turn off the toy so he doesn’t get overstimulated. “Let me get your feet undone and we’ll take out the plug.” You promise. “Then we can shower and order some food.”

He nods, boneless and unable to do anything. He watches you as you uncuff him and his heart lurches when you rub his wrists. His spent cock twitches when you pull the plug from his ass. He feels empty but he’s ready to rest and relax. He sighs, closing his eyes again when you shift off of the bed to get a wet rag for him. “Seriously, so amazing.” He smiles, unable to believe how good it was.

“Good.” You carefully wipe the cum from his body, but both of you are going to need a shower. “I would be mad at myself if I couldn’t give you a good time.” You murmur. “Especially since you fucked me so good last time.” You wink at him and kiss him once more now you are done cleaning him up.

He grins, happy you are enjoying this too. “Baby. I want you to pick what you want next time. I want to thank you for this.” He sits up with a groan, shifting to lean against your headboard. “And I’m buying the food. What do you want? Pizza? Indian? Tacos?” He asks, knowing his phone is in the other room.

You snort and roll your eyes at him. You swear he would pay for every meal you had with him if you let him. “You bought the Chinese. And I picked that out.” You point out, leaning over and running your finger down his jaw. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

He kisses your fingertip, knowing you are going to do what you want. Something he admires about you. “Okay baby.” He relents, knowing he will get you lunch tomorrow or coffee. “Pizza?” He asks, knowing he wants to eat and pizza is easy and simple.

“That sounds good.” You know what he likes on his pizza and you grin at him. “I’ll go order the pizza, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll slip in there with you when I get done?” You offer, sending him a small wink.

Marcus nods, stumbling slightly as he shuffles off of the bed so he can enter your bathroom. He manages to turn on the shower, deciding to pee quickly before stepping under the warm stream, groaning at how good it feels against his muscles.

You pick up your phone and order the pizza, knowing that it will be at least an hour before they deliver, so you have plenty of time to shower before they come. You make your way into the bathroom and start stripping out of your outfit while Marcus is still groaning under the spray of the water. “Sore?” You ask.

He nods, “yes but in a good way. It’s been a long day and tonight was the perfect ending. I can’t thank you enough.” He reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hand before he begins to gently wash you.

You don’t understand why this man is single. Even though tonight was supposed to be about him, he is still trying to take care of you every chance he gets. It is making your traitorous heart flip and flop. You remind yourself that a relationship isn’t what he wants. He just wants to have some sex, have some fun and blow off some steam before this little thing between you ends with this hopeless romantic eventually finds someone else. “No need to thank me.” You murmur softly. “I had a lot of fun too.” 

Marcus washes you off before he washes himself off. He wants to kiss you, pull you close and tell you how amazing he thinks you are, but he knows that’s just the sex haze and he can’t get things mixed up between you. “Next time, you get to pick what you want us to do.” He tells you, wanting you to feel like this isn’t all about him.

“I’ve been thinking about that.” You turn off the shower and open the door so you can hand Marcus a towel. “You are already here tonight….so…if you’re up for it.-“ you bite your lip, feeling vulnerable. “If you wanted sex later on, I wouldn’t mind you touching me while I was asleep.”

He bites his lip, “I, uh, I’ll think about it. I just - I’m kinda boneless tonight.” He tells you. Your lower lip pokes out in disappointment and he feels guilty but you nod, offering him a small smile of understanding. Marcus dries off, eager to eat and get some sleep, his stomach twisting with something unknown. After drying off, the doorbell rings and before he can protest, you’re paying for the pizza.

The two of you eat, talking about the case that had come in but wasn’t a priority since it was mostly an Interpol investigation. Both of you are tired by the time that you are full and you pick up the plates to take them into the kitchen. “Maybe we should call it a night.” You offer, knowing he’s tired and you want to sleep too. “What do you think?”

Marcus nods, “yes. I’m tired.” He yawns despite his stomach churning with anticipation. Once you’re both settled in bed, he closes his eyes, feigning sleep and listening until he hears your heavy breathing as you curl into a ball, fast asleep. He shuffles closer, pushing down his boxers, his cock already hard with anticipation of fulfilling your fantasy.

You shift in your sleep, grunting slightly as you are pulled away from your position. You huff and turn your head, your eyes still closed and your breathing evens out.

Marcus is grateful you are wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else as he slides his hand under the material, squeezing your tit. He loves the sleepy whimper that escapes your lips as he shifts to curl around you, grinding against your ass after pulling your shirt up to your chest.

You sigh, feeling someone curling around you, but you feel like it’s a part of your dream. Moaning softly when your breast is squeezed and there’s a hardness against your ass. Even though you know you sleep alone.

He reaches out to grip his cock, pressing it up against your folds. He groans at how wet you are, no doubt you’re dreaming about something. He loves it. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock, wanting you to be wet enough to take him.

You moan, squirming in your sleep and still not waking up. Someone is rubbing your clit in your dream and you are just laying there, letting them pleasure you. Arching your back and pushing your cunt closer into their touch.

Marcus can feel how wet you are and he can’t believe he’s about to do this. He slides his cock lower, slowly pushing into you with a hiss at how tight you are. He loves it. Christ, he loves how you feel around him and once he’s pushed inside of you, he is pulling back to begin fucking you, his hand squeezing your tit.

It takes a couple of thrusts before you break out of sleep. Consciousness intrudes into your dreams and you realize that Marcus is buried deep inside your cunt and grinding into you. Your cunt clamps down around him and all you can do is gasp out a moan. “Oh fuck! Marcus…” It’s dark and you are reaching back to clutch at him, unable to believe that he is giving you what you wanted,

“You feel so good baby. You awake?” He coos, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you, slowly rocking his hips as he lazily fucks you. You moan and he chuckles, “didn’t want - didn’t want you to know I was gonna do it. Wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, rocking into you so his hips press against your ass.

You whimper, clenching down around him again. “Love it.” You pant, grabbing onto his hip and pull him into you on the next thrust. “Fuck- I love it. Do it whenever you want.” You can’t believe that he is so giving making this fantasy come true for you. It’s so much better than you ever imagined.

“Whenever I want? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want baby? Just slide into it whenever you are asleep and I’m feeling horny? God, gonna fill this little cunt up with my cum until it takes. Fuck you until you’re full of my baby. Gonna make it happen every goddamn night.” He plays into another one of your fantasies, “won’t ask for permission, will just fuck you full of my seed whenever I want.”

You whine his name again, wall clenching down around him. “Do it, oh please fuck- do it.” You beg. It’s so fucking hot to hear him talk like that, it takes a minute to remember that he doesn’t mean it. “I want that. Just use me and fuck me until you knock me up.”

“Yes baby. Fuck, yes. Going to.” He allows himself to believe the fantasy, imagining you knocked up, walking around the office and everyone knowing it was him. “God, need you to cum first.” He reaches down to rub your clit, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you, completely pressed against you.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk” You cry out here he starts rubbing your clit. It feels amazing and you love every single thing about what he is doing. “Marc- I- Im gonna-“ you cut yourself off and give out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure as you soak his cock.

“That’s it baby. Shit. Feels - feels so fucking good. So tight.” He groans as you clamp down on his cock. He works you through it, grinding up into you until he is burying his cock deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder again as he paints your walls with his cum.

You shudder at the feeling of his teeth and his cum. Gasping and moaning softly while he rocks into you and rides out his high. “Oh God.” You give a little giggle after you catch your breath. “Now that’s how I should always be woken up.” You murmur, twisting your head to kiss his lips softly. “Thank you.”

He kisses you again, “you’re welcome. I just - I hope you’re not mad at me for earlier when I dismissed it. I just didn’t want you to know beforehand.” He blushes even though you can’t see him.

“You are so sweet.” You hum softly. When Marcus doesn’t pull out of you, you just snuggle back into his arms. “I wasn’t mad. If you weren’t up for it tonight that would have been okay too.” You murmur in the dark. “But I love that you surprised me. It was- it was everything I’ve wanted for so long.”

He smiles, kissing your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. “I’m glad. Thank you for experiencing all this with me. I love that it’s you. You’re my best friend.” He murmurs, brave under the cover of darkness. He hates his traitorous heart that thumps when you snuggle back into his chest, in no rush for him to pull out of you.

“You’re my best friend too.” You know that if you talk any more, you will say something stupid and ruin this. Instead, you clench around his softening cock and feign a yawn. “Do you want to sleep inside me?” You ask, sounding sleepy on purpose. “Cock warming?”

He hums, already half asleep from the orgasm. “Yes. I’d love that.” He murmurs sleepily, kissing your neck again before he passes out, snoring softly against your ear as his cock softens but remains inside of you.

****

You’re breaking your own rule but you can’t seem to find it in you to care. It’s been a month of sex with Marcus and you swear it’s been the best month of your life. Prompting you to risk this. You had been careful, making sure everyone knew you were headed out to lunch and then looped around to sneak into Marcus’s office. Surprising him with sex in the office was the perfect way to fulfill that little public sex itch he has. Plus you love the idea of him covering your mouth so you don’t moan.

Marcus looks up as you enter his office, a smile on his face while he sets his pen down. “Hey sweetheart. What’s up?” He asks, wondering why you shut the door and close the blind. “Everything okay?” He frowns, concerned that something is wrong.

“Everything’s good.” You promise, giving him a small smirk. “I just came in here to tell you that I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt.” You start pulling up your skirt until he just sees the barest glimpse of your cunt. “I was wondering if you’d fuck me over your desk.”

His eyes widen, flustered by the sudden invitation, especially since you’re at work, but he won’t deny that his cock instantly hardens. “Fuck. Pull your skirt up and sit on my desk.” He orders, reaching down to squeeze himself through his slacks. He loves this naughty side of you, the side only he gets to see during your rendezvous.

You smirk and rush forward, already dripping from just the idea of him fucking you in his office. Your skirt slides up your hips and he pushes back to give you room to get between him and the desk as he stands up. “Cover my mouth too.” You order softly. “I don’t want to moan too loudly.”

He nods, unable to resist you when you sit down on the desk and spread your legs to expose your already dripping folds. He shifts to sit down in his chair again, surging forward to bury his face in your cunt. He can’t seem to get enough of you, groaning into your flesh.

“Marcus!” You bite your lip to keep from whimpering too loudly. You hadn’t expected him to use his mouth on you. Grinding your hips down onto his face and reaching down and tangling your fingers into his hair. “So good.” You whimper.

He flicks his tongue over your clit, loving the way you bite your lip to keep quiet. It’s fucking intoxicating and he loves it. “Good girl. Keep quiet.” He orders, enjoying continuing to explore his more dominant side as well as the sub inside of him. You both switch, leaving you both breathless to what is gonna happen next. He sucks on your fold, looking up at you before he stands up, fumbling with his belt to undo his pants.

You whimper, working with him to pull his cock out so he can line up with you. “God baby, hurry.” You beg, wanting to feel him stretch you out. He slides his cock through your folds and you slap a hand over your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out.

Marcus grins at your reaction until he notches his cock at your entrance and pushes in, a soft groan escaping his lips as his mouth falls open. You always feel so good. So damn good. He hisses, closing his eyes when your walls grip him and he replaces your hand with his, “shhh. Don’t want anyone to know.” He whispers.

You nod, your eyes wide on his as he fills you. It’s always amazing and your legs wrap around him and you lock them behind his ass. It’s wicked and fun, fucking your boss on his desk while the entire team is outside the door.

He sets a quick pace knowing you won't have a lot of time before people start knocking on his door to ask him questions and ask for paperwork. "Fuck." He hisses, "you feel so damn good baby." He murmurs, keeping his palm over your mouth but he can feel the vibrations from your moans.

You can tell he loves this. The quiet pants and the way his eyes darken tells you that he fucking loves fucking you right here where you could get caught. It’s thrilling, working you both up as his cock drills into you.

He grips your jaw, looking you in the eyes. “Stay quiet otherwise I stop.” He warns, growling when you clamp down on his cock, clearly enjoying the way his fingers dig into your jaw. “Come on baby, want you to cum for me. Keep quiet. Don’t want anyone walking in here and seeing what a slut you are for me.”

You hiss out a breath, your cunt getting even tighter around him. You’ve discovered that Marcus likes a little bit of degradation, both giving and receiving. While you probably would have slapped any other man, Marcus respects you so much that it’s fucking hot when you hear him call you a slut.

“That’s it sweetheart. Cum for me. Shit. I’m gonna fill you up.” He promises, his cock twitching and he reaches between you so he can rub your clit, wanting you to soak his cock before he cums. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He grunts softly, desperately trying to keep quiet.

With a small gasp, you follow his order. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes as the pleasure crashes over you and threatens to overwhelm you. Your body goes taunt and your walls grip him like a vice as you shake.

He bites his lip to smother his groan of pleasure before he surges forward to press his lips to yours, thrusting into you frantically enough that his desk is squeaking and he is so close. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge, crying into your mouth as he paints your walls with his hot cum, his fingers now gently wrapped around your neck.

There is nothing sexier than when Marcus cums. Absorbing his sounds and watching him ride out his high is probably the best thing you’ve done all day. Kissing him softly as he finally gives a small groan at the last pump of cum into you and stops moving. “Fun?” You whisper with a grin.

He chuckles, kissing your nose. “Always. It always is with you.” He thinks back for a moment to the times you’ve blown his mind over the past month. The fantasies you’ve indulged and the ones he’s helped you fulfill. It’s been the best month of his life. “What fantasy is next on the list?” He asks once he’s pulled out of you. He can’t spend too long inside of your body, he finds he ends up feeling things he shouldn’t when he looks at you in the aftermath of his orgasm. Words he wants to say but absolutely can’t.

“Well…” You stand up straight and start pulling your skirt down, feeling his cum start to spill out of you. It’s a feeling you love and you will have to go put your panties back on. “I think the only one we really haven’t done is pegging.” You tell him, having wanted him to get more comfortable with toys and anal play first.

He inhales sharply, knowing that it was on the list but he never wanted to push you if it was something you didn’t want to do. “Are you- are you sure?” He whispers, his cock softening so he quickly tucks himself away, buckling his belt as he waits for your answer.

“If you are.” You straighten your blouse and after that, you don’t look like you were in here getting fucked by your boss. “I thought that we could look online at some harnesses and toys and figure out what you wanted.”

He bites his lip, blushing furiously despite the lust resurfacing inside of him. “I'd love that.” He nods, reaching out to grab your waist as he leans in to kiss you again. “You’re a dream come true. I, uh, I can bring dinner if you wanna get some new toys and the, uh, harness.”

You are a little surprised that he wants to do this tonight but you can’t help but smile. “Of course.” You purr. “Seven sound okay?” Honestly, you miss him on the days he doesn’t come over or you don’t go over to his house. It’s starting to become a problem.

He nods, “I’ll bring some wine too.” He promises, pecking your lips against them he pulls back. “Better go back out there before anyone sees you. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” He teases, excited for tonight.

You wink and sneak out the door, making it back to your desk without anyone noticing that you had come from Marcus’s office. When you went home, you stopped by the toy store and may have gone a little overboard in picking out toys. Wanting him to have options for this experience.

****

Marcus knocks on your door, bag of takeout in his free hand and a bottle of wine tucked into his armpit. He’s nervous but so excited. Half hard just thinking about what could happen tonight. His ultimate fantasy with the girl of his dreams. Yeah, he’s accepted that he is in love with you. Has been for longer than he knew, and he has decided to not push anything. He is in love with you and if you love him too, or even like him, things will work out. If not, he will force himself to get over it. He can’t just jump in and push the girl to feel as much as he does. It hasn’t worked and he vowed to be different after Teresa.

You open your door with a grin, reaching for him to help with some of the stuff. He doesn’t have a bag with him. The two of you had just decided that you would keep items at each other’s house. Sets of boxers and t-shirts and a casual outfit that stayed and got washed alongside your clothes. It makes you fully domestic to see his clothes beside yours. “I should just give you a key.” You tell him, pulling the bottle of wine away from him since he would argue over the larger bag of takeout. “Let you come and go as you please.”

It is dangerously close to being a relationship. Both of you are so comfortable around each other. You laugh and bitch about work and family. It’s easy, way too easy, and Marcus has to remind himself to relax every time he thinks about you. This is casual, it’s supposed to be fun. Nothing serious. Yet, you mentioning he can have a key has his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah? You, uh, you want me to - come in in the middle of the night and just fuck you?” He teases, knowing how much you love that.

“Yes.” Your eyes blow wide at the thought even though that hadn’t been what you were thinking of. “That’s- I hadn’t thought about that, but yes.” You wave him inside your place and close the door behind him. “Do you want to eat first?” You ask. “Open this up and relax a bit?”

Marcus nods, suddenly nervous and excited, but he is hungry. "Let's eat first and then we can figure it out." He tells you, kissing your forehead once you're in the kitchen. He knows where you keep your plates, he knows where you keep your glasses and cutlery, he knows your home and it's strangely intimate.

“You know where everything is.” You hum, impressed with how easily he moves in your home. How well he seems to just fit in your space. 

He nods, “kinda like having a husband without the commitment.” He jokes, despite his stomach twisting and his heart thumping. You’re too beautiful for your own good: inside and out. It’s getting harder for him to keep denying how he feels.

You chuckle although the words make your heart clench. He doesn’t want anything more from you than just friends with benefits, that’s clear. “I guess so.” You reach for your wine glass. “Just like the sex without commitment. Pure fun.”

He chews on his food to avoid answering, not wanting to blurt out how he feels. He swallows harshly and stares blankly at the TV, Golden Girls playing mindlessly as you both eat. "Yeah." He finally says, "no commitment. Best of both worlds, right?"

Finishing up dinner is quiet, both of you in your own little worlds after the awkward conversation. When you finish, Marcus takes your plate to put it in the kitchen while you go to grab the bags of things you had bought to show him. “Okay, so anything you don’t like, we don’t have to use. I probably went overboard.” You admit with a grin.

Marcus's eyes widen as he looks at the array of toys. "Wow. I - wow. This is - wow baby." He immediately gravitates to a dildo, thinner in girth but long. His cock twitches as he feels the rubber, excited and nervous to try this. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" He double checks, knowing this is a lot to ask.

You nod, holding up the harness. “I- the set up I got will allow me to have a toy too.” You admit with a small smirk. “So we can both have stimulation.” It’s sweet that he keeps making sure you are okay with this, but it’s not necessary. You wonder if he was expecting you to think less of him because of it, because you don’t.

He groans at the thought of you fucking him while getting off yourself. It's perfect. "Good. I want you to cum too. I want you to enjoy this. God baby, I - shit. I am so turned on." He confesses, now fully hard and he grabs your free hand to bring it to his crotch.

You moan when you feel his cock is already hard and you give him a good squeeze. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom and get ready?” You ask him huskily. “I’ll put on the harness in here so you can see it all ready for you.”

Marcus nods, mouth suddenly dry, and he steps back before rushing to your bedroom. He strips off, laying down on the bed with his cock leaking pre-cum in anticipation of your entrance. Jesus, this is beyond his wildest dreams and you haven’t even started.

You strip down and figure out how to get the harness on and adjusted comfortably. Washing the toy he had picked out and your own before getting those clicked into place and moaning quietly when the toy slides inside you. It’s slightly unusual, walking with the dildo bouncing and you grin as you walk into the bedroom, naked except for the harness and you.

Marcus’s eyes widen as he watches you stride into the bedroom. A choked noise escaping his lips as he sees you enter with the dildo bouncing. His ultimate fantasy come true and he swears he could cum then and there. “Oh fuck baby. I- Jesus Christ. You - come here. Please. I need to kiss you.” He begs, shifting to sit up.

You giggle and make your way over to him. “I don’t know how you walk when you are hard.” You joke, letting him pull you into his arms and the toy is pressed between you next to his hard cock when his mouth fuses with yours. Making both of you moan in anticipation of what was to come.

Marcus’s hands caress your body, his tongue sliding against yours as he throbs against your stomach. “Baby. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. I- I love it.” He nearly admits he loves you but he bites that back. You need to prep him and he is nearly ready to cum just at the idea.

You press your lips to his again. “You know I will do almost anything for you.” You don’t tell him why that is, but you pull back slightly. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to be on your back or on your hands and knees?”

"I want to be on my back. I want to watch you, be able to kiss you." He says, knowing that you will be hovering over him and he wants to watch you as you fuck him, wants to touch you and look into your eyes.

You had honestly thought that might be how he wanted to be. Kissing during all of your rendezvous was paramount for him. “Okay, pretty boy.” You’ve learned Marcus loves praise and he’s not gotten enough of it. “Lay back and I’m going to get you ready. I want to finger you and suck your cock a little.”

Marcus groans and eagerly lays down, waiting for you to touch him. When you shift to kneel between his legs, the dildo pushing up against his thigh, he knows he is in heaven. Spreading his legs, he grants you access while you lube up your fingers. When you circle his puckered hole, his eyes roll into the back of his head.

This isn’t unusual, fingering him. Marcus loves it and you encourage him to enjoy anything that brings him pleasure shamelessly. Slowly starting to stretch him open so you don’t hurt him, you scissor your fingers slightly as you lean down and take his hard cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth when you take him deeper, pressing your tongue against the frenulum as you hum around him. “Shit. Oh God. Baby, you are always so good. Always so fucking good to me.” He rambles, lost in the pleasure even though you’ve only just begun.

You keep it light, your tongue and palette soft against his cock and your sucks gentle. Making sure that you are working your fingers in and out of him at a steady pace to get him ready for what is to come. His eyes are watching you, making you smile around his cock and hum again as you push a third finger inside him.

He watches you, hissing in delight at the stretch and he doesn’t want to cum down your throat so he gently grips your chin, pulling you off of him. “Baby. I want - I want you to fuck me.” He pleads, wanting to feel something new and this is something he has wanted for a long time. “Please baby.” He begs, a whine escaping his lips.

You smile up at him and nod, making sure that there is no hesitation. He looks eager and excited. Withdrawing your fingers, you reach for the lube so you can coat his puckered hole and the dildo in a liberal amount. “I- let me know how it feels, okay?” You ask as you shuffle forward and he lifts his legs up onto your hips while you grip the dildo and guide it towards his grasping hole.

He watches you as you push the toy against the ring of muscles, pushing in an inch and the sensation is so different from your fingers. He gasps, mouth open as you frown. “No. No. It feels good.” He promises breathlessly. A groan escaping his lip when you continue, pushing in deeper.

You rock your hips slowly, working the toy into him as gently as you can. You don’t want to accidentally hurt him so you keep a watchful eye out for changing facial expressions or gasps as you stroke his thighs. Working it deeper under the harness hits his ass and the toy is buried deep inside Marcus.

He can’t breathe, it feels so fucking good. He’s speechless, looking up at you, with the toy buried deep in his ass and his cock leaking onto his stomach. He knows he looks shameless but this is his biggest fantasy come true. “So- so good.” He chokes once he finds his voice.

“You look so good like this.” You coo, reaching out, stroking his cock with one finger and making it jerk up. “Spread out so shamelessly and ready to be fucked.” Leaning down to kiss him is harder than you imagined but you make it happen. “Is my pretty boy ready to fucked by me?”

The praise makes his cock twitch again. “Yes ma’am. Please. I need - I need you to fuck me.” He whines, “please fuck me. I’ll be a good boy.” His promise makes you smile and he strains his neck so he can kiss you again.

Your lips press against his once more before you pull back, drawing your hips back slowly and listening to him whine. When the toy was only halfway inside him, you snap your hips forward to thrust back into him again, making the toy inside you move and you moan.

“Oh my fucking God.” He chokes at the sensation, hitting his prostate perfectly to make him cry out your name. “So good. It’s so good.” He feels like he could sob but he controls himself, his thighs shaking on your hips, “is the - the toy inside of you good?” He asks, always concerned about your pleasure.

“So -so good.” You promise, eager to make him feel like that again. “It’s gonna make me cum as I fuck you.” You promise, your next thrust a little bolder and you slowly start working yourself up to a decent rhythm. You can tell you’ve never pegged anyone before, but from the moans from Marcus, you think you are doing alright.

“It’s so good. So fucking good baby. Christ, gonna make me cum. Never - never felt like this before.” He admits, bucking his hips, and he groans, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

“That’s it baby.” Your cunt clenches around the toy and you rock your hips a little harder, enjoying the way that your thighs slap against the back of his ass. “Want you to cum. Want this to feel so good you have to cum for me.” You are panting, not expecting to be as much of a workout as it is, but he is gorgeous underneath you and you want him to keep whining and moaning.

Marcus’s chest heaves as his heart pounds, the pleasure is too much and when you reach out to take over pumping his cock, he’s gone. The way you expertly twist your wrist has him crying out. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.” He chokes, eyes closing before his cock throbs in your grip. Painting his chest with his hot seed as he cums hard.

You moan as he cums, falling apart so beautifully as ropes of cum spurts out to cover his chest while you work him through his orgasm, still rocking your hips and fucking the toy into him. Wanting him to get as much pleasure as possible. “Want to see if you can cum again?” You ask, smirking at the way his eyes shoot open.

He groans, “I don’t - I don’t know if I can. I’ve never - I’ve never tried. Baby, oh God.” He hisses, feeling himself being pushed to the edge and it’s almost painful but he fucking loves it.

You smirk and keep rolling your hips, the cum on your hand adding extra lubrication as you keep stroking him, feeling the throbbing and the way that he softens slightly but then he groans and jerks his hips up with another rush of blood to his cock. “Remember to use your safe word baby.” You remind him. You want to push him, but you don’t want to push him too far.

He doesn’t want to use his safe word. This is more than he could ever imagine and he doesn’t want to stop. “Please. Keep going.” He begs, a raspy growl escaping his chest as he rocks up into your grip, his cock hardening once more as he passes the overstimulation into pleasure.

You groan at how good he is for you. Smirking down at him while you continue to fuck into him. “Good boy.” You purr, moaning when the toy moves up against your g-spot. “I want to see you like this again. You love it and I love that you love it.”

He hisses when your fingers grip his cock a little harder. “I- I want to be good for you. I love - I love it.” He wants to say he loves you but he can’t. He chokes when you hit deep again and he moans your name, his cock pulsing again. “I’m gonna - oh baby I’m gonna cum.” He pants, so close to the edge.

Rocking on the toy has you biting your lip, close to the brink of cumming after so long. “Do it.” You pant out, rocking your hips faster as you chase your own pleasure. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering and cumming around the toy.

Watching you as you cum, your grip slacking around his cock actually sends him over the edge. “Oh fuck. Baby. Baby.” He cries, cum painting his chest as he reaches out to squeeze your hand around his cock with his own, working himself through his orgasm.

You whine, watching him fall apart as you continue to ride your own orgasm out until you finally stop rocking your hips and give a breathless giggle. Not caring that his chest is covered in cum, you lean down and kiss him, needing to feel connected to him at this moment.

He pulls his hand away from his cock, reaching up to cup the back of your head to keep your lips pressed against his. He is lost, his heart thumping in his chest and he is desperate to tell you how he feels. “God, it’s so good. You’re so good. You’re amazing. Fucking amazing.”

You smile against his lips, kissing him back earnestly and reaching up to stroke the hair that needed a trim back. “You’re amazing too.” You promise. “How do you feel?” You know that he’s saying that because of what you had just done to him, for him. It was a big fantasy and you wonder, with no small fear, if he will call things off now that he’s gone through his wish list - ready to get back into the world of dating. Your heart clenches because you know that would be the end of your friendship. You can’t go back to what you were with Marcus, you know that now.

“I feel relaxed and I just - thank you so much for doing this for me. No one else would even consider it and I - I want to say you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.” He strokes your cheek, his dark eyes focused on you as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

You scoff and shake your head. “And they were all idiots.” You promise him. Unable to resist leaning into his touch and stealing another kiss. “Now, let me help you get cleaned up.”

Marcus groans softly when you pull out of him, his puckered hole fluttering at the emptiness, and he watches as you shuffle off of the bed and walk into your bathroom. He can’t move, he feels boneless and he can’t even get up to get you some water.

You quickly slip off the harness and toss the toys in the sink to wash and wet a rag so that you can clean Marcus up. Smiling when you see him still sprawled on the bed, you stride over to kiss him again before you start cleaning the cum off his chest. “As soon as I get you cleaned up, I’ll get you some water, babe.” You tell him, wiping away the streaks of pearlescent liquid from his skin.

Marcus looks up at you, watching as you clean him off and he can’t hold back. He blurts out, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He rushes out before he even has a chance to think about it.

Your mouth drops open and you freeze for a moment, his declaration bouncing around in your head. You want to deny it, to tell him it’s just the post coitus high, but you know it’s not. Not with the way that he’s looking at you. You bite your lip and set the rag on your nightstand. “I love you too.” You whisper, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I love you too.”

Marcus’s eyes widen as he processes your response and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, smiling in joy. You love him too. “I think I loved you before we started all of this but now, I know I love you. You’re all I think about. When we aren’t together, I want to see you. I just - I’m cursed with relationships and that’s why I didn’t want to push for anything else but baby, I love you. I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You’re everything I have ever wanted and more.” He wraps his arm around you, keeping you close.

“Thank God.” You give a small giggle of relief. “I was dreading the idea of you meeting someone and this ending.” You confess, tilting your head up from your position on the bed and kissing his jaw. “I knew I couldn’t go back to just being your friend, and whoever you were with would never allow you to stay friends with someone you slept with.”

He nods, “I know. I couldn’t even think about you being with someone else. I couldn’t even imagine this ending. Baby, I want you. All of you. As my lover, as my girlfriend and one day…my wife.” He knows that he could possibly scare you off but he has never been one to beat around the bush. He always puts his heart on the line and he prays you keep it safe and secure.

Your grin is wide and happy. Cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “You’re just saying that because I pegged you.” You tease playfully. “But I’m not going to let you take it back.” You kiss him again. “After all, I wanted to give you a key to my apartment. It wasn’t just so you could come in and fuck me.”

“I want to take you on a proper date and then we are going to disclose our relationship to HR so I can tell the world about the beautiful woman I’m in love with…if you’re okay with that. If not, we can keep it secret for a while longer.” He offers, not wanting you to feel pressured.

Shaking your head, you send him a small pout. “I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” You tell him. “It’s been hard enough not being able to kiss you as much as I’ve wanted.” You do just that right now because you can. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits with you anymore.” You grin. “I want to be your girlfriend and then one day soon, your wife.”

#pedro pascal #marcus pike #marcus pike the mentalist #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike smut #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike imagine

[cdragons]

AGSKTBEKD PLEASEEEE FUCK EVERYTHING HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, A CHOKEHOLD IM TELLING YOU!!! AHHHH IM IN LOVEEEE! IVE BEEN EAGERLY AWAITING FOR CHAPTER 4 AND I FINALLY READ IT AND IT WAS EVERYTHING AND MOREEE! MICHAEL 😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨 GIRLIE IS GONNA REALIZE SHE LIKES HIM SOON

STOP! The fact that farleigh was just like “hey bbg, we’re gonna be besties now” 😐 like what has this man got brewing in that mischievous little brain of his. BUT ALSO OUR GIRLIE BEING A GIRLS GIRL AND GETTING RID OF THE FRENEMY LABEL 😭😭😭❤️❤️ (im in love with this chapter if you couldn’t tell😁)

Oh my god I literally can’t wait to see how this goes cause like yeah Felix is hot but like shitty personality don’t make you a good person and I can’t wait for girlie and Michael to smell the damn roses and get together. Literally vibrating like a feral animal while I wait cause I’m so excited!!

Anyway have a wonderfully wonderful day or night and literally keep being wonderful and spectacular and so fucking creative because god knows I could never come up with such beautiful words. Like you could’ve written Romeo and Juliette, but I can 200% guarantee that Shakespeare could never come up with this.

Much love and don’t forget to have a snack and drink some water!!

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ANON!!! I cannot put into words how much I loved your kind words! I literally have been reading this over and over because it's so sweet and wonderful! Thank you for comparing me to the Bard, especially since I never really thought my ideas were so much as interesting rather than creative and spectacular! I could not have made this story and written it out without the fantastic support the people on this site have given me!

Seriously, I cannot emphasize how happy reading this has made me. Tumblr has really become a major and significant safe place for me because I am considered a bit more nerdy than most all of my family members. A lot of the fandoms I am in, they aren't and I can't really introduce it to them because it would just take too much brain energy and no one has time for that.

Regarding Michael and Reader, there are definitely plans coming for them in the future! Maybe these plans will be from Farleigh, maybe they'll come from Annabel (oh yea, she's part of the 'I love Reader, but I don't want to admit it' club). But Felix is definitely going to try to separate them and make Michael seem more like a pathetic nerd, and it's only going to backfire on him (I cannot wait to write this part)!

And the idea of Felix actually being an asshole was a really big thought I kept revisiting while watching the film. We know that the entire story is told from Oliver's perspective, and the guy is biased as FUCK. He paints Felix as this godly saint who deserves all the love and adoration from the world, but there was just something about him that just...gave me the ick. The biggest clues for me were when he and Farleigh were arguing about Farleigh's mom, and then Farleigh made the point about the 'footmen,' and Felix said "We DOn'T SeE RAcE"...like...BOI!

Also, the cavalier way he was giving the tour of his house with Oliver, we will also be seeing that with Reader, but obviously, she will be having a much different reaction (AKA: DISGUST).

#saltburn crack #saltburn reply #saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #michael gavey x reader #Saltburn rant

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✝︎ Cut You Down ✝︎ Chapter One ✧ Jamie Campbell Bower x OC ✧

◉ Warning: swearing ◉ Inspiration: “I AM” by Jamie Campbell Bower and “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash.

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⦿ Author’s note: Hi guys! So this is my first time writing a fic that’s religious based and dark. Even though I grew up in the bible belt, I don’t know everything there is to know about religion. I didn’t grow up going to church, but I have watched services on TV. I can count on one hand how many times i’ve been to church (if that tells you anything). I do know how small town churches and groups treat people, especially those that look different, so that’s a part of my inspiration. Jamie will not be an actor in this fic. Just a preacher looking to spread the word to those that want to listen💀Cut you Down will start kind of soft but will turn darker and creepier. Just giving everyone a warning! I also want to say that this fic will be 2nd to Fire Way, since that’s my baby at the moment. I have a taglist set up and ready - the link is above :) If you have any questions or comments, please don’t hesitate to post them!!

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“Are you sure we’re on the right road?”

The deserted road surrounded us as we trekked on, not seeing a single car in the past hour.

Jamie cleared his throat, “This is the way the GPS told us me to go. Maybe it’s more rural than we were told.”

I let out a sigh, checking the actual map once more for the hundredth time in the past 20 minutes. When we picked the rental car up at the airport, the business representative didn’t even know where we were going. She simply said she never heard of it, sending us off with a smile. The town was a dot on the map – probably not even a fly over town. I spent most of my last days in New York researching our new home. It was a mining town at one point during the 1800s, bringing in a large group of outsiders, desperate to find the gold that was promised in the mountains. With the emergence of outsiders came the despair and ruthlessness that people carved out. The mountains became barren as the town turned to shambles – murder, suicide, and vengeance filled the streets. After a while, those that were left were shells of the people they once were. It wasn’t until the early 20s when a resurgence occurred, a spiritual awakening if you will. Traveling revivals arrived in the bare city – bringing the word of God to those that were still left. The roaming preachers and followers apparently liked the place so much, it became a meca for the new churches and the religions that soon branched off from one another. If you didn’t like what one preacher was saying, you could find a church down the road that you may agree with.

I didn’t grow up religious. For fuck’s sake, my name was Carsyn, my parents emphasized on the “Syn” part. They were Rockstar party animals – breaking away from their religious upbringings, rebelling against what the good book says. It wasn’t until I was older and able to make my own decisions when I truly discovered the word of God and the stories of the bible. I would stay in my room, reading the tales of Jonah, Moses, and Luke – highlighting the versus that spoke to me. I went as far as hiding the bible when I left my room, terrified that my parents would find it and freak out.

“Do you think the people will be friendly?” I looked over at my husband, his eyes shielded by the dark frames. “Cause you know people in New York were not very friendly and I don’t want to deal with more assholes.”

He smiled, “Maybe they weren’t friendly because you weren’t very friendly towards them.”

“I’m not gonna be nice to you if you’re giving me attitude before I even speak to you. Plus-“ I shifted in my seat, directing my body towards him. “The only reason people are nice to you is because you’re this charismatic, handsome, charming guy that they all want a piece of.” His smile growing wider. “I can’t say I blame them because I wanted a piece of you the first time I saw you too.”

We had been together 4 years before he asked me to marry him. We had met during a conference discussing religion and its effect on the healing process. I was working for a religion-based magazine company, trying to come up with notes for an up-and-coming article. I was sitting towards the back, not really wanting to mingle with those that sat closer to the stage. I was here for work rather than for my own regard like most. He was the last one to enter the auditorium – a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off the designs that littered his arms, and a pair of dark jeans laid perfectly against his body. His hair, which was shorter at the time, was perfectly styles and a huge smile adorned his chiseled face. I had heard girls in my office talk about love at first sight, snarling at the stupid idea that something so fairytale like could come true, only to have it dropped in my lap like a sack of potatoes.

He spoke with an accent, his words clear, and topic centered. I watched as he prayed with those around him, asking the Lord to watch over them and help them fight whatever ailment they were suffering from. The people flocked to him like he was their personal Jesus – clawing their way over to him just to have a simple touch of the hand. By the end of the talk, I had gathered up the courage to catch him for a quick interview.  I stumbled through half of my questions; my face redder than a summer tomato. By the end of the interview, we had exchanged numbers, making sure to ask me to give him a call once the article was published. Come to find out, this was his way of having me call first. He would say that he was too shy to do so but I never bought it. This man exuded confidence and radiated while on stage. His congregation ate up everything he said. He could have been lying through his teeth or reciting the ABCs and the patrons wouldn’t think twice.

He wasn’t like the other guys I had met before. He may have been a preacher, but his style was true rock & roll. Tattoos ran up his thin arms – his chest dotted with different artwork. He even had them on his legs. Most of the guys I encountered in the religious world were uptight and strayed away from desecrating their bodies with the devil’s ink (their words, not mine). Even if they denied it, girls and women flocked to his seminars and meetings, enjoying more than the gospel he was throwing their way.

We weren’t like your “normal” religious couple. We enjoyed listening to non-secular music, Jamie smoked his way through a pack of cigarettes almost every day, I cursed way too much, and we definitely did not wait to have sex before marriage. When I was learning about the different faiths people believed, I would watch videos of TV evangelist, watching as they spoke the word but were secretly swindling the patrons at the same time. Money, lust, and drugs found their way into their lives the same way temptation found Adam and Eve. I didn’t want to be like the wives of those men. I didn’t want to naively sit behind a man, thinking that everything was fine, but knowing deep down that everything was going to shit. I also wasn’t the type of wife to stand by my husband’s side and dote on his every word. If Jamie fucked up, he was sure to hear about it.

“What does that sign say?” Jamie asked, pulling his glasses down.

I looked to where he was looking, a wooden sign coming closer as he drove. “Roane, God’s gift to the pioneers.” I read aloud. “That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Very devoted town.”

We drove past the sign, the first sign of civilization spread across the distance. I let out a relieved sigh, afraid that we were lost. It defiantly was an older town, some of the buildings looking like they were around during the time of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holiday. Small grocery stores and locally owned businesses lined the two-way street, people stopping to stare as we drove by. “Is the realtor meeting us at the house?”

“Yeah, she said something about meeting up with the neighbors or something.” Jamie spoke in between puffs. “Apparently the people that live close are a little apprehensive to have a couple city-slickers living next to them.”

“You’re joking, right?”

A wide smile shown on his face, “Well you know how people can be, especially with outsiders. This doesn’t exactly scream big city life around here, Carsyn.”

He was right. The people in town seemed to stop everything they were doing as the dark SUV glided down the road. It was like they knew were strangers – as if they knew every car that was owned in town and who drove it. I pulled my sunglasses out of my hair, not wanting them to catch my lingering stare as we drove out of town.

The driveway leading to the house was graveled as trees surrounded us on either side. We had passed a few houses here and there, only for them to disappear entirely as we got closer to our new home. “This isn’t creepy at all.” I muttered. Jamie’s hand found its place on my exposed thigh, his thumb softly moving back and forth – his way of comforting me. I pulled back my glasses, watching as the large, white framed house came into view. “Oh my gosh.” It was beautiful. “Oh my gosh!” Jamie’s reaction mirrored mine as he placed the car in park.

“You like it?” He beamed.

He never showed me pictures of the house when he was in discussion to buy it. He would repeatedly say that he wanted it to be a surprise. In the back of my head, I was worried that it would be dilapidated, and it would be his idea of a “fixer upper.” So, my reaction to seeing our new home was one of shock and admiration. “I love it.” I slammed my lips into his, my arms wrapping around his neck.

The tapping on the window broke us apart as the realtor smiled and waved, an older couple standing behind her with disapproving looks on their faces. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment as Jamie and I pulled away, his nervous chuckle filling the silence. I was the first to get out of the car, greeting the realtor as Jamie fixed himself. “Carsyn-“Meg spoke as she gestured towards the couple. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Nickels; they’ll be your neighbors.” The older woman looked me up and down, her face telling how she truly felt about Jamie and me. I didn’t realize I would be meeting my neighbors, so the fact that I looked an absolute mess didn’t help with the first impressions.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” I smiled, extending my hand. The lady just looked at me, her eyes peering up to her husband and then focusing on my husband as he stood behind me, his arm wrapping around my waist. I awkwardly pulled my hand back, lacing my fingers together in front of my body.

“Jamie-“Meg tried again. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Nickels. They’re your neighbors and I believe also go to the same church you’ll be speaking at.” She was trying so hard, but the couple wasn’t budging.

The cigarette that floated between Jamie’s fingers fell to the ground as he stepped forward, his hand reaching out. “It’s nice to meet you both.” His smile wide. “And I promise, Carsyn and I aren’t as weird as we may look.” I mentally rolled my eyes, wanting to just place my hand over his mouth so he doesn’t speak another word. It was obvious they didn’t like us and now here Jamie is trying to crack jokes with two of the most miserable people I’ve ever met. At least in New York, you could shake someone’s hand and then talk about them behind their back after your encounter. It was very rude of them to just disregard us like we were trash.

“You’re the preacher.” The lady spoke, disgust in her voice. “Preachers don’t have tattoos and piercings.”

The strong difference between Jamie and I was that he was nice to everyone even if they were assholes to him. If you were rude and hateful to him, he would still act courteous and give you respect. On the other hand, if a person is rude to me, I’m gonna be rude back. I wasn’t the type to hold back and just let things brush off. I inherited my parents quick temper, and it didn’t help matters when my husband allows people to walk all over him. We had gotten in actual fights about the way he acts with people, but yet he’s still the nice person his parents taught him to be.

“I like to think of myself as a modern pastor.” He smiled. “I promise that when I’m on that pulpit, every piece of ink on my body is covered and all my jewelry, besides my wedding band, is hidden away.”

The lady muttered something under her breath, pulling her husband along with her. Their house was about 8 feet away from ours, a bit rundown, but rustic. “Well-“ I spoke, still stunned by their action.

“They’ll come around.” Jamie sounded optimistic.

“There’s no coming around from that, Jamie.” I turned in his arms. “Those people fucking hate us.”  

#jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower imagine #jamie bower #jamie bower imagine #jamie campbell bower x reader #Jamie Campbell bower x oc

[writingway-in-writinghell]

I just want to say, I appreciate your highlighting of the way people of colour expressing discomfort with how Nate and Shandy have been handled is often being ignored by this fandom. It may not be intentional, but all these written interactions are so charged, and excluding Nate, one of the most important characters in the show, from half the episodes of the season while at the same time bringing the character that made his life so unpleasant to the forefront, has so not been sitting well with me. Having him have to “earn” the right to be treated like a person is gross. And Shandy…the offloading of all the problems associated with her hiring onto her, rather than acknowledging Keeley’s failures; the treatment of her as a joke; the way Keeley makes more of an active effort to connect with Jack than she has all season with the “underlings”…it feels like an intersection of racism and classism, and I am just not feeling it at all. Anyway, sorry for the ramble, I just wanted to say, I appreciate you emphasizing the need to believe us when we call out things about this story.

Thank you for your message, anon, and the added nuance to this topic. It’s something I can’t word quite as well, surely due to my own bias as a white European, and the credit for bringing it to my attention lies solely with good folks like you who point this stuff out. <3

See, I didn’t even think of Jamie’s and Colin’s arcs in relation to Nate’s here. I think Jamie’s is a very important story to tell, to show audiences how toxic men were once boys suffering under violent fathers, and how hard it is to break that cycle; and I also love the young queer/queer elder friendship we’re getting. But I also have to… kinda ignore at what cost we’re getting both if I want to take this direction in as it is.

It is jarring to think back on the Richmond team walking out of that tunnel and glaring at Nate like that. There is no compassion. No reflection on what they did to HIM. Only the expectation that he should be thankful that they… stopped bullying him??? That’s fucked up.

And look, I am STILL holding out hope that they’ll somehow address this, that they’ll give Nate the chance to heal from the *Richmond* trauma. He lashed out against Ted in an attempt to get back at Richmond as a whole, I think, and no wonder! How many years has he suffered the abuse coming from Jamie and Colin before Ted came along? How long have the others just watched? Is this a result of Rupert’s management, the toxic coach they had before? Why not address that?!

I think the focus is just way off this season. I wanted to see how Nate deals with the aftermath, and the first few episodes delved right in, even adding Shandy as a mirror to Nate’s arc!

Only to drop it in favor for a narrative that serves us white queer folks, on of which was Nate’s bully. And like. God. I am so conflicted because the AIDS epidemic wasn’t even that long ago! Gay men are still very much struggling. Queer people are still ostracized. There’s a genocide on trans people on its way. I’m queer myself and love what they did in the last episode.

But shouldn’t there be room for ALL of us? Especially, you know, people of color who are also very much still dying at the hands of other white people? What stopped them from doing Keeley/Shandy, for example? Why must it be her white skinny rich boss? (I mean. We know why, right.) There’s so much room for more, and in light of the things they DO get down SO WELL, it’s especially frustrating because the writers seem like they should be aware of these societal issues.

Well. You see me rambling as well now, anon. Goes to show how hard it is to discuss this all in a nuanced manner, especially since I’m lacking so much context myself.

But yeah, this is why we can’t just pick people of color for the roles we write and then change nothing about their arcs. Intersectionality and CRT needs to be mandatory at writing schools if you ask me.

#sasha answers #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso critical #my spouse pointed out that shandy might return #and I’m still holding out hope that jack is called out with her classims and thinly-veiled racism #but the little things are piling up and make it hard to trust tbh #idk man. I love this show. but the first 5 episodes just felt off #like a completely different show

[moonchildridden]

NottPun, that couple (who’re not exactly a couple) that showed a lot of nuances in less than an hour: cute and lovable toxicity, hard work and workshop in secret rooms just to save up time (Episode 1)

You know the shit is good when it makes the dead rise.

  War Of Y. A good sister series to Y Destiny, where we have 4 couples, each one with a story that seeks to show and expose the inside juice of the acting industry, especially in the Y-area. The couples, as it follows, are NottPun (with the story “New Ship”), GusBew (with the story “War of Managers). KlaPeek (with the story “Y-IDOL) and MostAchi (with the story “Wife”). And just like Y Destiny, as soon as you see the trailers for the stories, is not difficult to see that things are prone to get dark and dirty very fast and all you can do is put your seat belt on and pray it keeps you in place the entire journey.

To be honest, I wasn’t planning to make any analysis/rant/theory posts about this series, because I’m lazy and also have a post about LeoFiat in the drafts since last year, that I seriously need to finish before their new series airs but after I watched the first episode and identified the themes presented in them, my brain just got into that overdrive mode that keeps nagging me until I actually sat down and started writing. And, oh boy, I can’t wait to show you guys what my brain cooked.

Before we get this little baby on the road, the usual disclaimers: everything that you guys will be reading in this post is the result of my observations into very specific parts of the episode, frame by frame repetitive viewing and me getting to the most plausible conclusion after taking all in, meaning that most of the things will be on the speculative territory, others in (maybe) theory territory and some can (or so I think) be proven by in-dialogues and scenes arrangements, so take things with a grain of salt, ok?

I will divide this in segments to make it easy for you guys to follow my thought process and also will follow the order of events presented in the episode, with things in bold being mostly dialogues and things in italic being me emphasizing or exaggerating my thoughts. So, consider me an impostor today because I will vent a lot in here.

Oh, and also, for those who do not know me and landed here by accident, I’m moonchild, your resident theorist and analyst, back to business because my brain hates me. Nice to meet you, and let’s get into it.

Characters profiles

The thing that I hate the most is when I need to establish myself a character sheet myself, because it can be wildly inaccurate and make my understanding of certain actions wrong just because I based my ideas of a character in a biased viewing. However, when we only have one episode and not a lot to work on, in terms of ground to analyze, the only thing I can do is extrapolate a bit and hope I get something right. This was exactly what I did here.

Starting with Nott. Nott seems to be a very easy going and approachable person, smiling more and being friendlier even when the people around him simply do not give room for that to happen. This easy going way of being extends to how he views certain aspects of his job as an actor, such as love scenes, and also his personal live, with him being a bit of a flirt when he’s with Pun. He also seems intense sometimes and rather competitive, which gives him an image of someone who you should never fuck with, unless you want problems.

Oh, and he smokes. I just needed to point that out.

Moving on to Pun, this guy seems to be on the verge of getting annoyed by everyone and everything and it only needs one person to fuck up really good for him to explode and wish that the world would burn and not spare anyone (me, for real). He also seems a bit arrogant, a jerk at best and a borderline toxic at worst, getting a high in humiliating people he deems below him (Pharaoh and GusBew) and in being adored. He’s more competitive that Nott and seems to be that type of person willing to do almost everything to get where he wants, including tearing down people he sees as his competition.

  (As a side note, Pun is so fucking pretty with this hair that I would kill for him. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk)

Overall, they are a good match. Nott keeps Pun in check a little bit, as Pun could be classified as a bit of a brat, and Pun brings out a more risky side of Nott. A real match made in heaven.

Now, contrary to what I did in my PuthKaeng analysis, jumping straight to my vision of their relationship, the tone and ambience of the episode was not exactly focused on the relationship between Nott and Pun but how the environment of their job and their personalities converge and what type of reactions that convergence causes. Because of that, this post (and possibly the ones after this) will focus more on the themes that the episodes are trying to convey, after all that’s the main premise of the series: expose of the industry; and also, there is not much of their relationship shown here to warrant a whole single post about it, except a few things that I noticed and rented a fucking triplex in my head since morning, and I will be talking about that in the end of the post.

So…to the themes that I managed to identify on the episode, we have mainly four:

1. Apparent lack of space/dispute between BL actors;

2. NC scenes and their placement in series (existence, intensity, etc);

3. Unequal treatment between actors;

4. Sexual harassment from important figures within the industry/society in general.

1.       Apparent lack of space/dispute between BL actors

The episode starts with an award ceremony show being transmitted live and the biggest prize of the night, The Greatest Y, being announced and right of the bat is possible to notice some “tension” between Pun specifically and the other actor that was nominated for the same award, Atichon, if the looks he keeps throwing in Atichon’s direction are any indicative of that. Because they are in a public setting, there is a certain professionalism in front of the attendees and the cameras, just for the sake of not creating problems for any of them.

Atichon won the award and, until there and the speech he have, things seem pretty “normal”, until we move to the next scene, which is those mini fan meetings that actors usually do after events like these and here it is almost possible to identify a sub-theme: the allusion of the fragility of the actor’s fame in the industry and how the fans seem to move too fast from couple to couple, cheering for what’s in the spotlight at that moment: first they cheer for GusBew (the new actors in the block, per se) and take their photos, then they cheer for NottPun (the seniors of GusBew) and take their photos and then they cheer for AtichonDew (the seniors of NottPun) and take their photos.

While this may seem normal for some people, the point here is how the crowd “loses” interest of a couple as soon as a new one is put in front of them, and the amount of “influence” these same actors have in the industry. The fans here are being treated as migratory birds, and the fact that the show is using the biggest driving force of any celebrity, their followers, to such how unstable this type of environment can be and how the idea that there is not enough space to everyone in the industry, that someone always have to lose so that other one can shine is being ingrained in the minds of the actors.

The industry is basically saying that they have a room with a limited space, and they are too saturated to accommodate everyone, so a few people will need to give up their seats to make things more comfortable. Consequently, causing clashing between the actors and rising the competitive spirit (mind you that I’m not saying that being competitive is bad, but that the type of competitive behavior that the industry is promoting here is the real problem).

  2.       NC scenes and their placement in series (existence, intensity, etc)

This one is a bit tricky, because it may be just me reading into this too much but sometimes that’s the only way of actually understanding things, being the only part of the themes that I’m not really sure if it is intentional or not. Regardless, it took me to a tangent out of this world and I feel like I need to put this here.

Anyway, during the script reading meeting, Pun’s manager asked to the screenwriter is the amount of NC scenes wasn’t a bit too much and the screenwriter answered with a “I think it is normal when the characters grow up, the story gets more intense”, “the customers want them” and “who wants to make a season 2 lighter than the last?”. That answer took me to three points:

1 – The idea that to show maturity/character growth inside the story, it is explicitly necessary to show their intimacy, or the characters are not “mature” enough, kind of equating sex with maturity

Putting aside the discussion about how affection between queer couples is shown almost hesitantly in series, even those where being queer is their “selling point”, and how when is actually shown is almost always in a extreme way and can be considering a way of pandering to the fujoshis or not, the way the screenwriter explained the amount of the NC in the story made it seem like more than half of the story will have NC scenes because without that, even with the couple being mature, the couple would not be considered mature, which is kind of…weird, to say the least. And don’t get me started in how that way of thinking can be harmful to ace people.

2 – The absurd demand for NC scenes, instead of actual plot

We all have in mind that one series that we think that have too many NC scenes, just to hide the fact that there is no actual plot and how NC scenes are marketed and sold, more than the story itself, almost like they are separate entities. As the public that consumes BL (I’m generalizing here for the sake of convenience, I know not every person that watches BL is like that), we tend to focus more on series with a strong sexual content, even when that is not the focal point of the series (for example, Pornographer was a story with a strong sexual content whose plot revolved around that). The “costumers” the screenwriter was referring in their answer is us, the public that will watch the series, and we are mainly responsible for the adding, sometimes unnecessary, of NC scenes, just because they know it something that sells and can guarantee the series a sure thing light level of success.

[I’m not saying that NC scenes are unnecessary per se of that there is a X amount of acceptable NC scenes before the series can be considered soft porn, but that the high demand of more “mature stories” (mature here being actual sex scenes and not stories with mature characters) is making good quality of plots a difficult thing to archive.]

3 – The fact that a good chunk of screenwriters CAN’T make a good second season

Together With Me: The Next Chapter and I Promised You The Moon. Two of the most awaited seasons of their respective years, with high expectations being put in how good they would be. Two seasons that ended up giving us a big unnecessary headache.

Second seasons, after the couple is already together, should be usually made to show that same couple in a domestic setting, their adaptation to a new environment, how they resolve their problems, how they face the difficulties life throw at them, stuff like that. It may happen that a drama or two appear along the way, but nothing that takes 90% of the plot or be that heavy to the point of destroying the couple’s constructed relationship. Many people would literally PAY (no joke!) just to see their favorite couple just being cute and lovey dovey with each other, having their day by day normally, so the idea that a second season need to be more intense than the first is not as linear as the screenwriter is trying to make seem. You need to give valid reasons for the intensity, like unresolved issues left hanging in season one, a coherent added problem, and not just make an intense second season for the sake of making an intense second season.

That type of behavior gives the impression that the screenwriters have ZERO idea of how to write a happy couple and that if they don’t create problems out of thin air, may end up dying. AKA, lazy writing in my opinion.

3.       Unequal treatment between actors;

This may sound a bit random but anyone who has been following KinnPorsche's cast for a while will surely remember that Apo said in an interview that one of the reasons that made him leave the industry was that there was no equal treatment between the actors in a series' cast and the crew in general.

Being more specific, he talked about how the protagonists were treated as if they were basically royalty on the set, being able to have everything they wanted, when they wanted, and those who were not "important" in the story (secondaries and extras) were treated as if they were expendable. Nothing shows and explains this better than the scene in which GusBew and their managers are practically in the middle of the hallway, while Bew was getting his makeup done, and NottPun had a climate-controlled room with mineral water and ice cubes specifically prepared and waiting for them. Or the scene where Gus was going to prepare something to drink and one of the staff directs him to another corner because the corner he was in belonged to the protagonists, with a plaque literally written “For Pun Only”. Or even the fact that Pan's manager made the staff skip the queue shooting and put NottPun’s scenes before the ones GusBew were shooting  just because she (or Pan probably) wanted to come home early.

Let me repeat: Pan's manager went over the shooting schedule and MANAGED to delay the scene of other actors just because her actor is the protagonist in the series and left the other actors whose schedule had to be adapted because of that to deal with the consequences. It was basically a “if you’re not the protagonist, just resume yourself to your insignificance and be quiet, because you're not the boss here”.

Other thing that kind of gives the sense of this inequality is how, going back to the beginning of the episode, in the after event ceremony, every time one of the actors is introduced, we get to see their IG profile and the amount of followers they have. GusBew, probably because they are new in the industry, are the ones with the lowest numbers (with 3.2k and 2.8k respectively), followed by NottPun with 850k and 731k respectively and AtichonDew with 1.34M and 1.7M respectively. This is their way of saying that the way they will be treated will follow the “influence” they have in the industry and the most fame you have, the better you will be treated and the better opportunities you will have; I bet that if Atichon made the same demands NottPun, or their managers, do, NottPun would be left to wait while Atichon’s demands were attended.

Because, even if Pun hate to admit, he knows that Atichon is more respected and well treated than him.

4.       Sexual harassment from important figures within the industry/society in general.

Well…when I said things could get dark in a heartbeat in this series, I was not lying. The things I was talking about were already pretty serious but now we are going to tackle something even more serious: the lack of bodily autonomy that the actors have within the industry and how big figures use the power they have to get sexual favors from them. Because of that, this part comes with a trigger warning of sexual assault and sexual harassment and if you don’t feel comfortable with this kind of content, maybe is better to avoid this section entirely.

Anyway. We've all heard rumors (and we're even sure that many things like this really happened) that a lot of actors in the industry have been harassed by screenwriters, novel authors, directors, broadcasters, anyone with enough power to leverage or screw up the lives of actors who you can imagine (a good example, the most recent actually, is the harassment Mile suffered from one of the KinnPorsche’s novel authors). Most of the time this happens without the actors' managers knowing but, in some cases, actors are convinced by the managers to do certain "pleasures" for certain people in exchange for opportunities in the company they are in or in the industry in general, and these treats they are almost always of a sexual nature, which makes an already complicated situation of social and economic inequality much worse than it could be.

Leaving aside Pan's somewhat "toxic" personality and how obnoxious he can be, the way he almost screamed with his eyes for his manager not to leave him alone with the man there, how he angrily rubbed himself in the bath after the meeting, crying while remembering being touched against his will, shows that even those most "willing" to sell a little more than acting, feel pressured to do so because they feel they NEED to do that so they can stay in the industry and not be left behind. And here we're talking about someone who probably already had an idea of ​​what could happen during that meeting, can you imagine someone new to the industry, having their first role, dreaming of gaining fans and solidifying themselves in the market? Anyone underage, like Barcode for example, who had the authors using him to get massages in exchange of help with the script? Someone with no one else to advise them at these times? How many Pans are there in this industry, being coerced into pleasing people with money in exchange for publicity, a role on a major network, a year-end award? It's almost scary to think about it.

Still on the subject of unwanted touches, I was scrolling on twitter and reading some tweets about the episode and I came across a tweet that caught my attention and added another thing on this post, that I really didn’t think it was something that important to mention or analyze but considering that nothing in this episode is random and serves a purpose, now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Pun, besides being a little bratty and coming across as rude sometimes, seems to hate being touched, to a degree that every time someone touches him, immediately after his manager gives him spray so he can use. It happened when he waited for Pharaoh to step aside so he could go to his room, it happened after GusBew asked to take pictures with him and it happened (albeit justifiable this time) after the meeting with the TTV sponsor. In all of those instances, he only “allowed” the touches to happen because he was being polite, not because he actually wanted which, according to the tweet I mentioned earlier, could mean two things:

1 - His apparent germophobia could be an allusion to how Pun feels about how he is in the industry, as in the fear of being sullied and ruined, losing every part of himself because of the industry so the action of cleaning himself after physical contact could be the way he found to keep him “intact”;

2 - Could be a reaction to past trauma, most possibly of sexual nature.

No matter what the reasons are for this behavior, one sure thing is that Pun hates being touched and only allows certain people that privilege. One of them is his manager and the other, surprisingly enough, is Nott; in ANY MOMENT, Pun swayed away from Nott’s touch and, if I do say so myself, seemed very comfortable having Nott by his side, something that could mean that Nott, in a weird sense, is some sort of safe place for Pun (more about this later).

  Overall, the episode tackled in a very straightforward way a few things that we always wondered if happened in the industry and didn’t shy away from making us feel uncomfortable in the right moment, while also making us think deeply about the themes portrayed in the episode and BillySeng undoubtedly killed as NottPun, making us see the emotions and pay attention to every action the characters were doing. They evolved a lot since Secret Crush On You and I can assure that NottPun were made for them.

Not gonna lie, I was a bit skeptical about the premise of the series and wondered if they would really deliver what they were promising but after watching the first episode, see how much thought was put into the script, the acting, the setting, the delivery, the soundtrack, the pacing, everything, I can only praise their work and be really excited to see what’s next in store. It’s not easy to make a god criticism of an industry you are part of but the WOY team managed to give us exactly what they said they would: the ugly and unglittered side of the acting industry, as raw as they could do, while still being artistic about it.

10/10. Definitely recommend.

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 Now that I took the main bulk of the episode out of the way, I feel like I need to talk about the thing that rented a triplex in my mind and is living in rent free since yesterday, that is the relationship between NottPun. I think is very clear that in almost 10 pages on Word, I rarely mentioned about their sexual relationship or anything adjacent, simply because the episode itself does not focus that much in that aspect, choosing to highlight the jealousy, the competition, the pressure and the harassment that exists in this industry. However, I could not, in good faith, not mention that, not when there is so much in the little details that say more that they are explicitly showing to us.

Is PuthKaeng all over again, guys, I swear to god.

Before I begin, I want to make something very clear, to make sure we are all on the same foot here: NottPun have sex on a regular basis and Nott have feeling for Pun. This is not me reading too much into things, wishful thinking or pretending to see something that’s not there, this is me stating facts and being backed up by the characters themselves and the in-dialogue.

Going into them having sex on a regular basis theory, the first confirmation to that idea is when they meet and Pun complaints to Nott that he was late, getting a “I need to relax myself, I can’t just standby for you all the time” as an answer. The way he said that made me conclude that it is normal for Pun to ask Nott for sex and that Nott usually has free time to do that but he can’t just wait for Pun to be in the mood or only be available to service Pun, he also has his own needs, at his own time, needs that need to be satisfied, just like Pun satisfies his needs with Nott.

The second confirmation to that idea is the room they use to meet up and how organized everything seemed to be. Them going to the hotel in different times but still one after another, Nott going in first to get the room key and wait for Pun, the little sign Nott used when he saw Pun (touching his hat) and the fact that Pun went straight for the room (a little side note here, because this just popped into my head and I need to share. As nothing in this episode is random, I ended up searching for the meaning of the number of the room they meet, and the result I got was that the number 701 is all about personal power, divine assistance, new beginnings, inner wisdom and spiritual awakening. The bolded words are my doing; I leave you guys to figure out how that could relate to NottPun), with an easiness can only be attributed to an action that you do with some regularity, like muscle memory.

The third confirmation is actually two-fold, and this is where things get a little interesting:

1 - Before they went to the hotel, Pun asked Nott if the fact that the new season of their series would have so many NC scenes didn’t bothered him, so Nott answered with a simple “is just sex”, making Pun say that “is not sex, is acting”, prompting a weird expression to appear on Nott’s face, as if he was not expecting that adamant answer from Pun. The fact that Pun felt the need to make that distinction could be boiled down to the fact that he didn’t want to Nott to mix up things and end up treating what they do during the shooting for the series as an extension of what they do off-cam, i.e. them making out on their free time was not the same as they “making out” during the shooting.

2 – Inside their secret room, Nott asks Pun if what they are doing or about to do is “sex or just acting”, like he was challenging Pun to say something specific. While he was asking that, he kept caressing Pun’s ear and the way he smiled and seemed pleased while doing that makes me think that he knows very well what that action does to Pun (the man really looked like he was on cloud 9 in that moment), meaning that he has done that before enough times to know the results. That action was not a spur of the moment, it was something deliberated, almost like muscle memory.

Remember this: “in ANY MOMENT, Pun swayed away from Nott’s touch and, if I do say so myself, seemed very comfortable having Nott by his side, something that could mean that Nott, in a weird sense, is some sort of safe place for Pun (more about this later)”? Now is later, so let me talk about this.

My idea of Nott being some sort of safe place for Pun can be backed up by two particular situations, and both of them were kind of intimate. The first one is after they did what they went to that room to do, while Pun is sleeping. The way he hugs Nott, the way he rubs his face on Nott’s chest, the way he leans closer to Nott while making little satisfied noises is behavior of someone who’s very comfortable enough to be vulnerable on his sleep, with another person lying down next to them. And Nott was eating that clingy Pun, hugging him back, pulling Pun closed, smiling and then recording a story to post on his private IG account.

The second one is when they are shooting one of their NC scenes (the same one Pun’s manager skipped the queue for) and Pun seems to be a bit too stiff during their kiss, something that Nott noticed right away. While I’m debating myself between whether Pun being stiff is something that the character he was playing of him himself was stiff for some reason, what I want to point out here is the fact that Nott caressed Pun’s ear and, no joke, immediately Pun just relaxed his body and became more receptive for the kiss; the fact that they played the scene where Nott did the same in the hotel room while the current action was happening during the shooting was supposed to make a connection and say something: that something being that that specific action have a deeper meaning than just be a part of foreplay, it can also be used to make Pun more relaxed and less tense in situations where he could usually feel like that, like for example being touched.

It is like Nott touching Pun’s ear was a way of him saying that he would not hurt him or do more that he was allowed to. Their secret code; and the implications of that become even deeper when you put into account that Nott have feelings for Pun, because yes, he does, and I also have proofs of this to back it up.

The first one is when Nott is recording the story and Pun tells him to delete it. Nott, as an excuse, asks “if he deletes it, what will he watch when he misses Pun?” and then proceeds to kiss Pun. I don’t know the etiquette on how to act around casual sex partners but I’m almost sure that saying that you need a video to watch when you miss that person is not exactly what we would consider normal behavior in those situations. And while one could argue that he meant that in a sexual way, I can counter-argue without issue.

The second one, still while they are in the room, happens when Pun takes the phone from Nott’s hands, scrolls through his IG stories and stop on a picture of Nott with somebody else, probably the person that “relieved” Nott’s stress before he went to meet up with Pun, and asks “is this the business you told me about?”. Nott then answer with a “it’s just temporary business, it’s not as ‘serious’ as the next story”, referring to a picture he took of him and Pun together. His choice of words were intentional, with him basically saying that, no matter who he sleeps with, Pun will always be more important.

Adding to that, something that may slip during the viewing, mostly because the messages were not translated, is the fact that Pun sent a text message asking if Nott was busy and to meet him and Nott, despite saying that he could not be on standby for Pun all the time, ditched the person that was with him and went to see Pun. I repeat, Nott, the same person who basically said that couldn’t just be on beck and call for Pun, did exactly that when Pun asked if he was free, something that he was not. Do with that information what you will.

The third and final proof is actually on the trailer for this first story and also the teaser for the next episode. In the trailer, when Pun asks Nott why “he service (makes fanservice) that hard?”, Nott says that “he cares about Pun, admire him and that everything he does, it is all him”, and in the teaser for the second episode we have a complement of that last sentence, where Nott also asks “what service is Pun talking about?”, basically saying that everything he does for Pun, sexual or not, in front of fans or not, simple or not, is because he wants to do it, not because he feels obligated to do it. Nott could’ve outright confessed his feelings for Pun, it would be the same thing.

(And don’t get me started on the crazy idea that Nott is not exactly sleeping with other people but only making it seem like just to try to make it look like he has other options and it’s not sticking only to Pun. I swear to god, I’m more smart and objective than this).

There is so much more I’m sure I missed in this episode and each time I rewatch it, I always end up discovering something new, this is how very well layered this episode is. The more you watch, the more secrets you find out, your interpretations of certain things change and your perception is expanded, and I can’t wait for next week and the episode that will talk about how we analyze the relationship between actors based on social media interactions and how the misuse of fanservice can create more troubles than it’s worth. And you guys can bet I will be here again, talking about that.

#warofy #nottpun #nott x pun #pun x nott #theory #analysis #megapost

[i-like-eyes]

If you're still doing duos, Meta Knight and Dedede. I'm just a bit curious

Anon haven’t you heard that curiosity killed the cat.

These two characters have literally defined my childhood, you'd think I would want to see them be besties that go on grand adventures together. But no matter how hard I try to come up with smth to do with them I got nothin'. I try referencing official material but what they got leaves me underwhelmed. I think the fandom can give the games more credit in the story department than they deserve. Stuff like a lot of the RtDL gang fanon is just taken as canon when all RtDL has is a handful of cutscenes that amount to “let’s help magolor” and “let’s kill magolor”. And if you like the 4 that's great, just don’t give the games credit for your own writing. Instead flaunt just how much better you can depict some characters than the Wii game did lol. With Kirby Fighters 2 the thing about them working together to fight Kirby is a good start, they can both super relate to that great. But is there anything else they can relate to? The game tells me that they have a strong bond but all I saw was two grown ass men try to beat a marshmallow and feel sad about losing together. At that point you got to look for evidence yourself, and that's fun I love thinking about how Zan and Taranza can play off each other really well because they are similar despite 0 evidence towards the two even being friends lmao. At most you can say they are both leader dudes that care for their men and that’s something! But that plus they both like to fight real good isn’t enough for me personally.

I try to come up with scenarios of the two as buddies but honestly I'm more interested in their relationships with other characters. And I feel like they’d just encourage each other's worst aspects, like I’m sorry if MK tried to pull a Revenge of Meta Knight 2 DDD wouldn’t be the voice of reason he’d stop MK only to tell him how he’s doing it wrong and give him the keys to his mech. Which is fucking hilarious I’ll give it that. They have the potential to for some comedic shit, the fact that the silly inoffensive penguin guy somehow has the galaxy’s greatest warrior working for him is inherently funny. I can see DDD being aware of this but still treating MK just like anyone else because DDD does not care for the pleasantries. MK would at times feel like he’s not getting the respect he deserves, but also sort of appreciates just how honest DDD is. That’s all I got for them to at least get along, but what stops me is that I don’t think they have a lot to emphasize with. While DDD is completely unconditional when it comes to anything, I think a lot of MK’s weird tendencies would just fly over his head. He’d really underestimate just how much MK can get stuck in his own thoughts and wouldn’t “get it” because DDD is so to-the-point. Both can be impulsive, but in different ways. DDD seems like a very in-the-moment guy, one minute he's fighting Kirby the next they are best friends. He can do some selfish things and acts like he doesn't care but when shit goes down he'll immediately drop the act and help. Spider guy kidnapped him but he saved them in the end so he's good now easily forgiven. MK can do reckless shit like. The entirety of Revenge of MK. Or SqSq. Planet Robobot even. But hiding your face 24/7 isn't something you do on the fly it's something you constantly dwell on. When you aren't talking to someone else you're stuck with your own thoughts, and a quiet guy like MK seems to overthink shit like what people would think about his face. DDD can move on from something easily, whereas MK would hold a grunge and DDD couldn't comprehend doing that. Also MK doesn’t talk about his mindset so much as he’ll do something to make a statement. If he’s thankful he’ll do you a favor, and if he hates you he’ll stab you. And DDD figures out what action means what but he can’t really pin point *why* MK is the way he is, which is partly MK’s fault for never explaining himself.

Ultimately I think it comes down to how you interpret the characters, and saying there is one correct take or one ”””””””canon”””””””” explanation is complete bullshit when they are 30 year old characters that have been depicted drastically depending on the different titles, medium, who they have been written by. If I had read the games differently or gone about writing the two in another way maybe I’d like to see them play off each other more, but it’s just not my thing. Don't think other people are wrong for thinking differently from me though, again I think there are many different ways to go about these two in particular.

#asks #kirby #edit: #character meme

[zalrb]

OTH Rewatch 1x02

This exposition is actually killing me.

“This game is for all of us.” HOW.

Tim calling Lucas “the bastard” is just so awkward, what YEAR is this?

WHAT is this chant? How am I supposed to take this seriously after “clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose”? H O W.

And speaking of FNL, they did such a great job in showing that this town lived and breathed football and that the players were gods, this is just a regular ass basketball team.

BROOKE!

“Nice hands.” “Nice legs.” OK for the context of the scene, that retort doesn’t work? She’s insulting him??

Whitey is a terrible coach.

I DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

LOL Peyton being with Nathan is obviously just supposed to show that Nathan has everything that Lucas wants but there’s no real motivation for her and that just makes the entire two seconds of their relationship insufferable because even the angle that Peyton is with him because she’s afraid of actually caring about somebody can be done with her just being alone.

Nathan constantly insulting Peyton’s music just to emphasize that Peyton and Lucas have similar tastes is so obvious because it’s CLUNKY.

Who was recording this game because it wasn’t Dan so how does he have a tape?

I just think it’s funny that Peyton is supposed to be deep and angsty but all that happens is that she doesn’t give straight answers to questions and she insults people. And I would be like that’s really high school if the characters had any of the urgency of teenagers, like say what you will about DC, that sense of urgency and every small thing is monumental comes across.

“I stuck my neck out for you” but I mean, DID YOU?

This. Is. So. SLOW.

“I wish things could go back to the way they were.” Lucas, NOTHING. HAS. CHANGED. You had a bad game and Peyton said “choke” to describe you and Nathan called you a “bastard” but that was one isolated incident, it’s not like you walked into school and everyone was ridiculing you whereas before you were just a loner.

The funny thing about this scene with Brooke and Peyton is Peyton looks at her like she said the most vapid thing in the world

but Sophia’s delivery, her facial expressions, her tone makes what Brooke said sad

and that actually makes her more intriguing and complex than Peyton to me because there’s a lot going on with Brooke and she puts on a facade, Peyton is pretty one note.

Oh god, I have to skip this “I want my art to mean something” scene because there’s only so much I can take. Bro, season one is ROUGH.

Karen getting up and leaving when Lucas says she wasn’t even there is like ??? I mean you weren’t though. You encouraged him to play and didn’t show up to his game.

Karen’s house is pretty big.

Chad was so skinny.

Oh my god, I didn’t pass I want my art to mean something part yet??

ANGSTY TEARING DOWN ART OFF THE WALLS. I’ve had enough of Peyton and it’s been two episodes.

It’s funny because the amount of times they have Haley bring up Dawson’s Creek and how she’s not Joey secretly in love with Dawson just makes her seem secretly in love with Lucas.

Lucas is like Dawson though, SHUT UP. You’re not introspective, you’re just burdening everyone with your problems. And this is also a writing problem. EVERYONE cares about lucas? fucking jake lurking in the corners “don’t let him take it” WHY DO YOU CARE, JAKE?

And this is why he was a good balance with Brooke, he’s less insufferable with her.

Oh my god, everyone is getting on my nerves.

“Your art matters!” Profound.

[oreolesbian]

kenobi thoughts episodes 1-2

- goes to show you how good a star wars project can be when the creators behind it actually acknowledge what fans want while also crafting a cohesive, thought out storyline that fits the pre-established canon, huh?

- god it’s so nice to be bitten by the star wars bug again

- when the trailer dropped and they showed obi off tatooine, my first thought was that he was only off planet for leia. i literally saw no other feasible reason for him to leave tatooine unless leia was in danger. i fucking love being right. (also! yay! not stuck on tatooine for a whole season! lol)

- i do desperately want more baby luke screentime, but i am still deliriously happy with what we have. also i want more beru screen time. but OWEN!!! i love him. put respect on his name!!

- super nerdy thing here: but when that one lady on tatooine told the inquisitors that they have no rights in the Rim because the Empire doesn’t officially have control...yeah baby, attention to canon details. it makes me so happy when they do that lol.

- temuera morrison cameo! not cody but still just as fucking heartwrenching! saw someone describe it as “one of the many ways anakin haunts obi wan” cause he was a 501st solider and i can’t breathe…

- the way the show balances drama and humor so well...you know...LIKE STAR WARS DOES. i’m literally crying...the best i can describe it is like a clone wars episode arc. it knows all the right places to put the charming jokes, but they aren’t jokes for the sake of like...dumb mcu-esque meta stuff or whatever the fuck (like what the sequels were doing, *cough*), but actual star wars humor. it’s kind of hard to put into words, but like...iykyk

- BABY LEIA. i literally could not have asked for a better representation of the headcanons i have had for baby leia for literal years. not only does this version capture the spirit of leia so well—but you can feel anakin and padme in her. her interactions with obi-wan aren’t just adorable and charming (reminding you fondly and achingly of obi wan and anakin of the past), but it’s a reminder of what could of been if obi-wan had gotten to be a real uncle. it’s adding context to leia and obi-wan’s relationship in anh that we could only theorize about. having leia be self-conscious about being adopted into the organa family! BREHAAAAAAAAAAAAA. leia’s use of the force being subtle in her sharp wit and mental manipulation skills. i’m literally losing my mind at just how right they got this. i think it’s so shocking after years of them writing luke wrong, lol.

- they also characterized obi-wan so well. i’m literally vibrating. the second i saw ewan’s back i started ascending into a new plane of existence. but like—the way he dismisses that other jedi, not because he doesn’t care, but because he genuinely can’t help him without risking luke. the way he initially can’t make himself help leia because he’s so frightened of failing another skywalker. his sense of justice winning out despite it all; the hopelessness he feels; calling out to fucking qui gon ahhhhhhh; the nightmares we all wanted; the fact that he’s grimy and old and bitter and tired. THAT FAMOUS OBI WAN EXASPERATION. just the scene with the jawa alone had me sobbing on the floor because—that’s obi-wan. and yes, most of this is attributed to ewan’s performance and familiarity with the role, but i mean...i gotta give kudos to the writing as well.

- oh yeah…btw…how??? is the grand inquisitor dead? i never watched rebels but i know he’s a major character in that show (and eventually dies in that show)…and swr takes place canonically after 9 BBY…so…maybe he’s not dead?

- reva is such a fascinating character to me already, and i have so many thoughts about what her story might be about. on the surface it seems to be just about proving herself to vader to gain power and notoriety. we can tell she comes from “nothing,” so moving herself up in the world is important to her. but there feels like something more...and here’s why:

- i cannot emphasize enough that literally no one in the galaxy knows that anakin skywalker and darth vader are the same person. in fact, no one knows this until YEARS AFTER RETURN OF THE JEDI—because luke and leia agree that there’s no reason to make that information public, only for it to become public on accident later. the only people we know, 100% who know about anakin being vader (in this time period (9 BBY) only, so obviously excluding ahsoka, luke, leia, etc.), are obi-wan, yoda, palpatine, most likely bail (and in that case, a high chance breha), and still up for debate owen and beru (but i highly doubt it, in fact i have always doubted that they knew that much). the public story is that anakin skywalker, a very famous and well-known public figure during the clone wars, died in the purges along with the rest of the jedi. vader is assumed by the public to be on the same level as the inquisitors—just one of palpatine’s many little assassins. hell, most of the galaxy believes vader is a droid—that’s how inhuman he comes across. there is literally no way to make the connection between anakin and vader, because anakin falling to the dark was a small contained moment that only a few people witnessed. obi wan left anakin on mustafar under the assumption that he had killed him. but to be fair, anakin never addressed himself as darth vader to obi-wan in those moments, and obi-wan was not present when palpatine rescued anakin from the fire and put him in the suit, meaning that even if obi did know that anakin was alive, he wouldn’t have known what he looked like. so, obi-wan not making the connection between vader and anakin is fine—i can accept that into a canon mindset. however, what I am curious about is how reva knows about anakin. there is literally no way she should know this unless: 1) vader told her (which seems highly unlikely given that we know vader considers anakin skywalker to be a completely different man..plus i don’t believe he’d just be telling that to just anyone); 2) she came to the conclusion based on research due to vader’s intense desire to hunt down kenobi (although i don’t know why she just wouldn’t assume vader would want a very high profile jedi dead. i’m sure vader would be just as adamant about yoda...and no one makes the assumption that luke is vader’s son just because vader later becomes obsessed w/ him); or 3) (my personal theory) she somehow knew anakin prior to becoming vader. whether in passing or personally, i don’t know, passing seems more likely. she’s a force-sensitive so it’s not that shocking to think she wouldn’t be aware who anakin is and maybe put two-and-two together. after all, she was able to track down information about bail and obi-wan once working together in the clone wars. either way, i’m very curious to see how they explain this (someone theorized that she could somehow be involved in that opening order 66 scene?? 👀)

- HOLY SHIT OBI WAN GOT LUKE THE TOY SHIP HE HAS IN ANH. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. HOLY FUCK. OH MY GOD. I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS PIECE OF INFORMATION I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED. 

#kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #star wars

[bananacreamphi]

I posted 8,182 times in 2022

That's 1,600 more posts than 2021!

190 posts created (2%)

7,992 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 4,386 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#pokemon - 1,382 posts

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#ingo - 579 posts

#pokemon legends arceus - 563 posts

#cats - 484 posts

#submas - 402 posts

#emmet - 364 posts

#danganronpa - 278 posts

#danganronpa 2 - 138 posts

#ben 10 - 138 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#they could be worded as gently as possible and i would still be upset looking at them but at the same time they make good points sjdhdhd

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The real reason that Larry works three jobs is because he’s constantly paying child support from all the manwhoring he did in his youth

172 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#4

Okay so realistically Ingo is pale, skinny and sickly as fuck but that doesn’t mean he can’t become buff. Like you could write a whole-ass fic about the residents of Hisui terrorizing this poor train man into taking better care of his body, with him literally kicking and screaming the whole way

247 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#3

I love how the new ship names for both ingo/volo (crazytrainshipping) and emmet/volo (trainwreckshipping) go out of their way to emphasize how batshit insane Volo is

349 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

Taking a look at Ingo’s concept art here it looks like he has an average if slightly lithe figure. His clothes aren’t super baggy so I think what you see is pretty much what you get. It should also be noted that his bracelet seems to fit normally as opposed to it sort of floating off his wrist in-game—the latter is probably some sort of modeling quirk. He’s not super buff, but he’s not bony or skinny either. If Hisuian snow is accurate, then the rift was not open when the village was founded, and Volo asks if it could be responsible for his amnesia. Ingo responds by saying he doesn’t think so, but doesn’t completely dismiss it either, implying that it existed by the time he arrived. This would mean that he fell less than three years prior to the story.

So what of his ragged appearance and receding hairline? Well, Hisui is a pretty damn stressful place to live. The landscape is harsh, the pokemon are wild and Ingo was dropped in with no preparation whatsoever. It would not be inconceivable that the lines under his eyes are just due to stress. Plus if the Zorua video was filmed by him, he got attacked. That would explain his ragged coat, and maybe his slouch if it’s due to a back injury. The baldness? Well, considering how clean cut it is, I’m of the opinion that it’s a haircut, one he had prior to arriving in Hisui and chose to maintain. And there’s some supporting evidence:

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561 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I finally looked up shorthand because of Dracula daily and what the FUCK

HOW DOES MINA READ THIS???? IT’S SO COMPLICATED

3,523 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #long post #I hate the Dracula daily post now I am THIS close to deleting it #And of course all my shit from this year is pokemon lmaooooo

[lilgynt]

i need to stare the ceiling for a few hours

#personal #i got a new sleeping schedule that immediately failed and then read a #it wasn’t even the longest fic ive read ljke. not by a long shot #finished it in two hours #but you know that feeling when you walk out a theater and it’s board daylight and the world feels like it’s shifted? that times 100 #it was obscenely good and the first thought i had near the end was to re read it #i can’t emphasize how good the writing is. but it’s also the most fucked up thing ever #like not even content! not even content! #but the writing was so good and the author understands emotions so well i actually never want to read again #like thought about opening something light and was like rather off myself #click their profile and BAM. they ALSO wrote a fic that fucked me up GOOD last week #their writing style is so insane. it’s like so good but SOOO harmful. the world has shifted for the worst after reading it #but i mean that in a good way? i’m just so impacted #i’m just laying in the dark sleeping gummies workin HARD against my just inability to sleep #jesus fucking christ #i just really just don’t know what to do with myself oh mf god????? #im delivering soup to my fiend in the morning? after this fic? i’m existing? fucked up and evil #my BROTHER is coming home. GOD. i need to be clear i’m gonna binge their work this is gonna be a weird week for me

[doctorgerth]

In the Mood

Part One | Part Two

a/n: I was able to write for more characters since these are shorter :-) gonna go ahead and cover my bases and emphasize this is established relationship style so it’s not super creepy lol hope you enjoy!

featuring: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Ace, Sabo, Kid, Killer, Marco, Katakuri, & Drake + gn!reader

summary: signs that the guys are in the mood to schedule you a dick appointment 🍆

warnings: NSFW; horny men

ZORO ➠ His tone changes when he wants you. You know how deep Zoro’s voice gets when he’s serious? Well, when he’s in the mood, it’s somehow even lower and it shakes you to your core every single time. He’s known to get a bit handsy and give you the look when he’s turned on as well, but when his register drops, and he calls your name in that sultry tone, so does your underwear.

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SANJI ➠ When Sanji wants you, he can’t keep his hands to himself, more specifically his fingers. He’ll start innocent at first, toying with your hair, then gliding them along your skin until you’re riddled with goosebumps. Then, he gets a bit braver as he traces the outline of your lips, and tugs at your clothes with a sly smirk. When those fingers start sneaking under your clothes, well, you know what comes next.

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LAW ➠ King of “the eyes”. You know Law is in the mood when those golden eyes stare at you, undressing you and eye-fucking you even from across a crowded room. He’s a tease, and will throw in a wink or two when he catches you staring right back. When he has your attention, and a lithe, tattooed finger curls in a come-hither notion, trouble is soon to follow. The good kind, of course.

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ACE ➠ When Ace is horny, everything is suddenly about lips. He can’t stop staring at yours and he also can’t help but to bite his own when you look at him so sweetly. He also gets extra smiley around you, but when you’re not quite catching on, they turn into devious smirks that reveal his true nature and as soon as he gets you alone, those lips are never going to leave your skin.

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SABO ➠ He’s not as innocent as he looks, and you know this because when he’s in the mood, he’ll make sure you feel it. He’ll come up behind you, or pull you into his lap to feel how hard he is for you and offer you a mischievous look that begs the question, “Wanna help me out with this?” because he’s a demon and does not shy away from needing you.

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KID ➠ If he’s in the mood, he’s going to straight up tell you. Doesn’t matter where you are, who you’re around, or what time of day it is, he will voice his desires shamelessly. Or he’ll just take your hand and place it on his hardened member to feel him and will proceed to explicitly tell you what he wants to do to you. He has zero shame, especially when he wants you that badly. Which is damn near 24/7, bless your soul.

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KILLER ➠ Since the mask prevents any facial cues, Killer reveals his need for you through physical touch. Suddenly, he’s finding any excuse to put his hands on you. When those rough, calloused hands trace over your curves and linger in dangerous places, he leans in close and whispers his need for you. But make no mistake, just because he’s quieter than his captain when expressing his desires, his words are just as explicit.

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MARCO ➠ Marco is a thoughtful man who knows your body, therefore, he is quite familiar with your weak spots. Whether that is your neck, your earlobes, your inner thighs, or where ever you’re most sensitive, when he’s in the mood to fool around, his attention solely focuses on these erogenous zones until you’re a writhing mess and desire him just as much.

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KATAKURI ➠ Why is calm and collected Kata so fidgety in his seat? Of course you’re to blame, and the way you’re staring back at him so innocently isn’t helping matters. When Kata is noticeably restless and extra sensitive to your touches, you know it’s time to rendezvous to a special merienda to take care of his (not so) little problem.

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DRAKE ➠ He gets extra blushy and a bit clingy. Usually it takes advances from you to make Drake blush, but when he’s sporting red out of nowhere, you already know exactly what’s on his mind. Like Killer, he gets a bit handsy as well, but it’s really a dead giveaway when he’s in such close proximity to you. His warm breath on your skin paired with lingering touches and tinged cheeks always gives light to his lecherous thoughts too easily.

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#doctorgerth #coop writes #blurbs #ns.fw #established relationship #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #law x reader #ace x reader #sabo x reader #kid x reader #killer x reader #marco x reader #katakuri x reader #drake x reader #gn!reader

[headspace-hotel]

This Is How You Actually Take Notes In College, Bitches

it’s occurred to me that nobody fuckin knows how to take notes in classes and most advice about it is bad. What the fuck are “key words?”

So anyway here’s how I’ve gotten a’s in all my classes in college so far

I’m not gonna bother too much with telling you to take notes in class. Everyone knows that shit. But most people’s note taking skills suck ass and there are two main types of sucking ass I have observed

The first is the one where your notes look like a list of key terms and words. Sometimes they are underlined or there are dashes that connect them to other words. So if your prof was talking about Henry VIII you’d write down something like

Henry VIII

Church of England—divorce

DON’T DO THAT. Those words are gonna show up on the test, sure, but writing them down isn’t gonna help you with the test. What the fuck does any of that mean? High school is shit and your “key words” can’t help you now.

Here’s the other type of bad note taking:

It was necessary for Henry VIII to have a male heir who could succeed him, but his wife was unable to conceive a son. The Catholic Church

I stopped writing there because your professor moved on to something else. But, tbh, even if you can write fast enough to keep up with the content of the lectures (and you can’t for the entire lecture) it’s not helpful to have a solid wall of Everything That Was Covered In The Lecture, in grammatically correct complete sentences. Are you gonna read that shit again? No!

And honestly most people have like, sentences here and there that look important instead of the whole lecture. Which is also bad.

So what’s the not shitty way to take notes? It comes down to these principles:

Shorthand

Show Relationships of Things

These kind of go together

I cannot emphasize enough that you don’t need to write sentences like a normal person. Shorthand everything, and I don’t mean some fucked up studying shorthand you just came up with like “AmR” for American Revolution, I mean like...fuckin text/memespeak. Don’t write complete sentences, completely abandon formality. Abbreviate anything you would in a text message, you know what it means.

HOWEVER: You Must Show How Things Are Related To Things

To understand broad concepts you gotta understand how the things in them are related to other things.

That’s why writing down “Henry VIII” and “Church of England” isn’t gonna help you, because you’re not learning that there is a Church of England.

Did Henry VIII burn the Church of England? Cheat on his wife with it? Who knows? Definitely not you.

This is why you have to connect stuff like

Catholic Church says no divorce

Henry VIII—starts Church of England

But ya know you can make that more memorable AND more clearly show how one thing caused the other

Henry VIII: divorce >:)

Catholic Church: no

Henry VIII: fuk u *church of england*

I’m completely dead serious about this, this kind of slang is very good at indicating exactly how things relate to things in zero time and you know exactly what it means and you’ll remember it

But furthermore

You have to come up with shorthand to quickly indicate how things are related. Say you write down the definitions of two terms for like, opposing theories on government in class. That’s great but you’re leaving it to yourself to work out the opposing part later from what you write, and your brain’s a flaky bitch.

Like part of what you’re doing it giving yourself help with HOW to study your notes later.

So like. Do something like write a jagged line in between the definitions, indicating conflict. Write “OTOH” or “HOWEVER” in between in big fuckin letters. Writing down “Catholic Church” and what that is and “Church of England” and what that is, is fine. But like, if the main theme is the contrast between the two, “Catholic Church HOWEVER Church of England” immediately tells you the basicest basics. It’s like a tiny outline, telling you what to expect. Sure, you can figure it out reading your notes but I’m telling you how to write skimmable notes that you can glean stuff from even when you’re half spaced out and shit, okay?

Same thing for like, dates and sequences and cause-and-effect and stuff. Even if you’ve got the dates down...be sure to put arrows or something so even at a glance you’ve got basically what’s going on.

Also i know it feels like wasting paper but DONT scrunch all your notes together into small space on the paper. That lil dialogue between Henry and the Church of England is spread out over 3 lines which means if you have ADHD like me you can actually fuckin read it. Turn things into bullet lists. Indent things with little arrows to show things leading to things. If there’s a clear move to a new topic, new page. If you’re actually filling up the paper all the way that shits hard to read and it’s even harder to pick out the Big Important Stuff.

Last word of advice: If you end up like writing down two things and can’t tell what they’re for or how they’re related to each other...ASK QUESTIONS. Like “I’m sorry can you explain how the Church of England is related to the Catholic Church? I didn’t quite catch that.” If talking in class makes you feel like you might be percieved badly, you can frame it like a Nerd Question “So, what kind of relationship would you say the Church of England and the Catholic Church had?” or just play it off like you didn’t hear it like “I’m sorry, what was that last thing you said about the Church of England and the Catholic Church?”

Or just make a mark on your notes to remind yourself that you need more info and to go to your prof’s office to ask questions. I would really not be nervous about that, professors normally really like it when students show that they really want to succeed in the class and that they care. Unless they’re like, a complete dickhead, in which case, fuck what they think, right? You’re gonna ask questions and it’s their problem because you’re essentially paying them for your presence in the class.

So...yeah.

#college #studying #chaotic academia #studyblr #student

[anashins]

The Right Kind of Wrong

Title: The Right Kind of Wrong

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: hate to love, cheating, college!au, friendship, romance, smut

Warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, toxicity

Word Count: 8.454

Summary: There are many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun. Aside from being cocky and selfish, the fact that he is dating your best friend is another one of them. But his mesmerizing smile - to hell with it - just isn't.

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There were at least a hundred things you hated about Jung Jaehyun.

The fact that he was dating your best friend was just one of them.

Not a single day had passed by in the last year in which she hadn’t complained about her boyfriend having flirted with another woman, having ditched her again, going to a party and ignoring her all night, or simply dragging her mood down by one of his unpredictable and hurtful actions.

Aside from being cocky, selfish, arrogant and reckless, Jung Jaehyun was absolutely incapable of being a decent human being for more than ten seconds, and you were wondering why he was so damn popular despite all his faults.

When you went out with your friend group, he mocked the boys trying to hit on you, telling you they were so desperate for that move. When you were attending the same class, he purposely sat down next to you to distract you from the lesson. When he was at your dorm, he kept moving your things onto high shelves, knowing you couldn’t reach them.

And his smirk everytime he did so… his smirk every time he mocked you was so annoying. But also so hot.

Fuck, you thought whenever his mischievious eyes met yours again, and you had to turn away, at a loss for words and afraid he’d caught you flushing. You were so ashamed, because you actually wanted to hate him.

There were many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun, but his mesmerizing smile wasn't one of them.

You hadn’t hated him from the first moment that you two had officially met as you had gotten introduced to each other through your best friend who was also your dorm mate, though. She had found him on a dating app, and you had found him sitting in your class two days later, talking back to the professor.

Back then, you had started admiring his intelligence and courage. But those were the only two positive things you had spotted so far as you only tried to stay as far away from him as possible, emphasizing his negative character traits over and over again.

But the truth was that staying away from him was a very hard thing to do, and you fought every day for your sanity, trying to be a good friend and suppressing your controversial feelings for a man who was absolutely forbidden to you.

“He went drinking last night and I saw an instagram story of him grinding against another girl on the dancefloor!” your best friend complained in your arms, tears on the verge of flowing. “Who’s doing that even?!”

A few pairs of eyes turned into your direction, but when you threw fierce glances at the people staring at you, they passed by very quickly.

When you had been invited to your friend Johnny’s house party, you hadn’t expected to be spending the evening comforting your best friend, even though that had been your daily routine for the past three weeks.

It had grown toxicly usual for Jaehyun and her to fight in a two to three day rhythm over the smallest things, and although their wonky relationship or whatever it was hadn’t been very steady before with them breaking up nearly monthly, lately it had grown almost obnoxious.

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” you suggested again and immediately felt your heart sink.

It wasn’t like you wanted them to break up because you wanted Jaehyun for yourself. You’d never do that to her.

Your best friend was just constantly hurting, and it hurt you just as much when you saw her suffering so greatly. Jung Jaehyun wasn’t a good guy, and you both knew. Yet, she couldn’t let go of him. You knew exactly how that felt.

Even if they were to break up, he wouldn’t belong to you. Because a friend’s ex was a taboo. So having Jaehyun gone entirely from your lives would kill two birds with one stone.

“Not that again!” your friend whined and retreated from you, sinking into the couch with her arms crossed and no signs of tears anymore. “I can’t! I mean… look at him! He’s so hot, and don’t get me even started about his skills in bed. That’s where we usually make up, you know, so-”

“I’m going to get you something to drink!” you interrupted her and jumped up. “You totally need a cocktail now! To come to your senses!”

You loved your best friend dearly, but you didn’t want to hear about Jaehyun’s skills by all means. At some times, your friend didn’t have a filter, and then, it only spiraled downhill from there. You heard them often enough in the dorm, that was already pushing you to your limits.

When you entered the kitchen, you reached up to get a glass from the shelf, but like most of the times, you were too short for the remaining ones at the very top.

“Here, let me help you.”

A soft voice echoed from behind you, but before you could turn around to follow the tone, the guy had already heaved up his arm and reached over you to the very top of the shelf to get you a glass.

Shifting around, you faced the mischievous expression of the young man you had wanted to avoid and who your best friend was currently crying over.

Without a “thank you”, you reached out your hand to grab the glass from Jaehyun, but he immediately shot his arm up to bring the glass high over his head and far out of your reach.

“You think a simple ‘thank you’ is too much for you?”

“Fuck off, Jaehyun.” You crunched with your teeth and narrowed your eyes. “I’d rather die of thirst!”

“What did I do again?” He rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner as though his high spirits got ruined. “What did she tell you?”

“She told me everything she saw from last night!” you defended your friend. “That’s enough for me to get the picture!”

“Okay, and did the picture somehow include me pushing the girl away after she had grinded on me?”

You gulped.

“Just as I thought.”

He placed the glass on the counter, but somehow, this hadn’t got your both’s attention anymore.

“There are two sides of the same coin, yet all you've ever done was looking only at one.”

He approached you, and the rising hotness in your cheeks made you withdraw until your hips bumped into the kitchen counter.

Jaehyun leaned in and propped his arm against the same spot right next to your hip as he asked, “I know you’re her best friend, but being a friend doesn’t mean supporting your friends delusional, one sided thoughts into oblivion. Being a friend sure means to support, I’m not denying that. But being a true friend means to tell someone when they’re wrong. And I am not the one at fault here, y/n.”

“You were doing many stupid things to hurt her in the past!” you started blabbering just to bridge over the silence you’d get when you would stare at his mesmerizing eyes for a little longer. “How am I supposed to believe you?”

“You aren’t supposed to believe me.” He retreated, with the glass in his hand. “All I’m asking for is a chance to explain myself.”

Again, you were flabbergasted by the way he expressed his thoughts that stood in contrast to his questionable behavior. One of the main things that fascinated you. But you quickly turned this feeling into hate by recalling his wrongdoings from the night before.

Looking at the glass, Jaehyun continued, “Yes, there were many things I did wrong in the past. And I’m not going to pinpoint my finger at my girlfriend to tell that she was doing just as many questionable things as me. But people have reasons for doing the things they do. That’s probably why we’re such a good match.”

You didn’t understand a word. In your eyes, and you only knew about their relationship by what your friend told you and what you observed when you were hanging out, the two weren’t a good match at all.

He was the one constantly hurting her feelings, and she was the one to always get hurt.

Or... wasn’t it?

Jaehyun then thrusted the glass into your hand. “You’re lucky, y/n, you know that? It must be so great, living that freely, without any burdens… So oblivious to everything.”

With these words, he disappeared from the kitchen, leaving you behind all alone with the glass in your hand.

You looked at the item, your face getting reflected in the crystals to unrecognizability while Jaehyun’s words still kept you occupied. They had such an impact on you that you suddenly started to question whether your hate against him was actually valid.

When you stepped out of the kitchen yourself with a full glass of your best friend’s favorite cocktail in your hand, you found her in Jaehyun’s arms again, wildly kissing, his kind words suddenly vanished from your mind upon spotting them.

Instead, there was a little monster called jealousy sitting right inside your chest.

___

“8am in the morning! Who even places classes that early?!”

With a groan, Jaehyun flopped down in the seat next to you.

“Shut up, class is about to start.”

“Man, you must be really fun at parties,” he replied. “The professor is not even here yet.”

“You’re annoying, Jung Jaehyun, and if you weren’t dating my friend, I wouldn’t actually talk to you at all.”

“What are the odds we’re still connected to each other, huh! Tell me, y/n, what did I ever do to you? How did I ever hurt you? We’ve never even really spoken with each other ever since we’ve gotten introduced.”

“And I am grateful for this every single day.”

“What is it that you hate about me so much?” he questioned further, his eyes challenging.

But with your eyes straight ahead and no words on your lips, you ignored him as the professor entered the room only a short moment after, announcing the class’ start.

Your pen flew over the sheet, noting down the professor’s words when suddenly, goose bumps spread all over your arm.

When your eyes followed the trail to its source, your right elbow touched Jaehyun’s left one as a result of your hectic writing motions as you had moved too far to the side. The spot on your skin was so warm and so…

You withdrew your arm right away, placing it back to where it usually belonged, but Jaehyun’s own limb had moved so far to the left that you had no place to rest it next to your notes anymore without having his skin barely one inch apart from you. You weren’t touching anymore, but he was so close that you still felt him somehow.

Of course you could drop your arm and place it on your lap as the professor had stopped presenting the most important points of this lesson. Of course you could just move further away with your entire belongings, but the fact was that you didn’t. That you couldn’t.

Instead, you were fixating your eyes on the board right in front of you, listening to your professor’s words but not actually understanding a single syllable that he uttered as your heart beat fast against your chest.

You hoped that Jaehyun didn’t notice how desperate you were for him not to shift away right now. That you actually enjoyed it, but felt so much hatred at the same time. Not against him, but against you - for feeling this way.

“Can you answer my question, Miss y/n?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you got addressed by the professor by your surname. You were actually a good student who was always paying attention in class. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have happened. But now you got caught red handed not listening to him, and he was a very strict lecturer.

“I… um…” you stuttered.

“The answer to my question, Miss.”

“Yes… the answer…” You gulped as you didn’t even know the question. “The answer is…”

From the corner of your eyes, you perceived how a sheet was slowly moving into your direction from Jaehyun’s place. His finger was pointed at a paragraph that you had also noted down only shortly before.

Suddenly, you knew what the question was about and answered formally to the professor’s task.

With your heart having calmed down after the shock, you let yourself sink down on your seat again. You had gotten distracted only once by something that shouldn’t bother you at all.

This wouldn’t happen again, you swore to yourself.

____

“No ‘thank you’ again from you?”

You turned around to Jaehyun who had rosen a brow at you. “Is this becoming your thing now? Asking for ‘thank yous’?”

“Is this becoming your thing now?” he returned. “Not saying ‘thank you’? I saved your ass in class.”

“Well, I haven’t asked for that, so go beg somewhere else for attention.”

You made your way through the crowded club, feelling the bass under your feet and the techno music in your ears. Jaehyun was following suit.

“Do you want some kind of reward from me? Because you’re not going to get it.”

“I don’t want a reward. Hey.”

He reached out and grabbed you by your arm, right there on the dancefloor. The feeling from this morning returned, but in a higher intensity as it spread all over your body.

“All I’m asking for is respect.”

You snorted. “Respect? Do you respect my friend when you destroy her weekend plans to go drinking with your friends instead? Do you respect my friend when you dance ass on ass with another girl? Do you respect my friend when you hurt her feelings with your rude words? I don’t like you, Jung Jaehyun, because you’re a bad person, and respect is the last thing you’ll ever get from me!”

You yanked yourself out from his grip and disappeared in the mass. What was up with him? Why was he bothering so much lately and evoking all these controversial feelings inside you by acting like this? He should just stay away.

With your eyes closed, you started to move with the music, all by yourself there on the dancefloor. You wanted to collect your thoughts, but as the music flooded through your body, you realized that thinking about nothing was probably the best way to cope with your inner struggles right now.

You opened your eyes widely when you suddenly felt a hand on your bum.

Turning around with much anger reflected in your mien, you stared at a boy around your age who grinned at you seductively. Your fierce gaze was probably mistaken for an invitation when he approached you further, grabbed you by your hips from the front and pressed you against him.

With his lips on your ear, he whispered, “I like what I see.”

And you wanted to scream. You probably did, but it got drowned out by the loud music, and his grip was way too hard for you to free yourself that easily as you shuffled in his arms.

“Let me go!”

Yet, his hands roamed around your private areas like they owned it.

“HEY!”

Before you could scream once more, the guy got dragged away from you by the last person you had expected it from.

“She said let go of her, you asshole!”

Jaehyun grabbed him by his collar, and his height and angry expression alone were probably enough for the other guy to nearly piss his pants as he hastily mouthed,

“I’m so sorry!”

When Jaehyun let go of him, he slipped off silently and wasn’t seen again.

You stood there awkwardly with your arms hugging your chest, still digesting the happenings.

“Did he hurt you?” Jaehyun asked when he leaned in for you to understand better.

You shook your head.

“Do you want to go outside?”

You nodded.

Jaehyun took you by your hand to lead you through the dancing crowd, and you didn’t protest.

This gesture was the total opposite to the disgusting one from the guy who had harassed you shortly before. This touch was raw and chaste. Nothing to be ashamed of and fight against, but something you wanted to accept wholeheartedly.

When you stood outside of the club, Jaehyun let go of your hand, and you finally whispered the words that he had been longing to hear for quite a time,

“Thank you.”

Against your expectations, he didn’t mock you or return witty words. With his eyes locked with yours, he sincerely told you,

“You’re welcome.”

That was the moment it dawned on you that Jung Jaehyun had more positive sides to him that you had always wanted to blend out. But perhaps, you had reached a point in which this wasn’t possible anymore.

You couldn’t continue keeping your eyes closed to all the kind sides of him. Because the more he showed you, the more you’d open your heart for him.

To you, Jung Jaehyun had to remain a bad person, otherwise you’d fall for him, and falling for your best friend’s boyfriend was a taboo.

“Hey, what are you two doing outside?!” Speaking of the devil, your best friend jumped out of the club’s door and into your direction. “Isn’t the music fun?”

Jaehyun looked at you, waiting for your reaction. You knew that if you wanted to go home, he’d follow. If you wanted to stay, he’d stay too, not letting you out of his sight. Because - and you couldn’t repeat this often enough - Jaehyun was actually a good person.

“I want to go home,” you decided. “You can stay, though! Please just let me be the party pooper all alone, I don’t want to spoil your night.”

“Oh, what a pity!” your friend said with a pout. “You always leave when the party is about to start!”

You shrugged with a weak smile, tired of fighting. “Yeah, I guess so. But I still have a lot of pages to revise.”

“Shall we take you back to the dorm?” Jaehyun offered in a caring voice that you apparently encountered for the first time, and your friend immediately shot a reproachful glare at him.

“Are you being serious right now?” she complained. “She’s a grown ass woman who can go home alone!”

His eyes hadn’t left yours. “I’m talking to her, not you.”

Had it always been like this? Her caring about herself more than about you? If it were the other way around, you wouldn’t let her go home alone in the middle of the night, no matter if you knew something had happened before or not.

Suddenly, you saw your best friend from a whole other perspective. Suddenly, she was the one having Jaehyun on a leash, and he was the one fighting back for his rights, not against her.

Two sides of the same coin… If you were to flip it, would your entire world view change?

For a moment, you hesitated. But not wanting to disturb your friend’s evening, you gave in with a, “It’s okay, I can go alone. Have a nice night!”

But Jaehyun held you back when he insisted on calling you an uber for which he even paid while your best friend continued pouting on the side.

____

“FUCK YOU, JAEHYUN!” you heard your best friend scream later that night from her room, every syllable of hers clearly to hear in your own room while you laid in bed later that night.

The hours before had passed by in a trance as you had only fallen onto your mattress face forward after having quickly changed into your pj’s, that was how much of a toll the day had taken on you.

You just wanted to forget what had happened in the club, but also the thoughts that had constantly been in your mind all the way home that only revolved around Jaehyun. So sleep was the best solution, and you would have gladly continued doing so if there weren’t your best friend and Jaehyun arguing loudly next to you for an hour already.

Then, Jaehyun seemed to return something to which she screamed again, “I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”

Stomping followed the brief silence, a door getting opened, then shut again, and footsteps moved into the direction of the entry door before it fell close behind Jaehyun.

This was a nearly weekly experience for you lately, and usually, you’d just miss hearing their arguments, but this time you couldn’t help but to wonder what they had been yelling about. You just hoped it wasn’t because of you and what had happened to you earlier, because in your eyes, Jaehyun had done nothing wrong.

He had been so incredibly nice and thoughtful that you started to doubt their relationship.

You turned in your bed, wanting to fight those thoughts so badly. Jaehyun was your best friend’s boyfriend, and hence, forbidden fruit for you. But you just couldn’t stop your imagination from running now.

What it would be like in your best friend’s place and get treated like this every day, and the worst part was that you didn’t even feel bad about betraying her in your mind.

Fuck, you only thought and sat straight up in bed, now surely not being able to grasp a light thought to accompaby you back to lseep anymore.

Feeling safe to leave your room ten minutes later as your roommate must have fallen asleep by now, you didn’t think about sleep anymore but wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen to calm yourself down.

Perhaps, tomorrow, you’d have another look at the entire situation, you tried to convince yourself. After a few more hours of sleep, all these confusing thoughts and feelings might have already been forgotten.

“Cannot sleep yet?”

You turned around and found a half naked Jaehyun only dressed in boxers right in front of you. The empty glass of water in your hands got placed back on the counter with shaky fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you contered.

“Well… she suddenly left.” He shrugged. “We’ve been arguing. You sure haven’t missed that one.”

“I didn’t.”

Still, you were wondering what that was all about, but didn’t want to ask. He lifted the weight off your shoulders himself though.

“It was about you.”

“Oh…?” You gulped.

“When you were gone, I went back to that guy and didn’t let him go that easily. They threw me out of the club and your friend thought I'd ruined the night for her.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

You wanted to make your way around him, but he blocked your way as he didn’t move to make space for you to pass by the door.

“What’s making me a bad person, y/n?” Jaehyun suddenly asked. “ The way I saved you in class? In the club? Tell me.”

“You cannot be serious right now. It’s 5am, draw a number for another day.”

You wanted to slip under his stretched out arm, but he moved his body to block you again. “Number one. Now tell me.”

“Because those have been the only times you were nice to me, Jung Jaehyun!” You clenched your fists, breathing in deeply. “When we go out with our friend group, you mock the boys trying to hit on me, telling them they’re so desperate for that move!”

“Because I heard them speaking about you before,” he declared. “They were not looking for something serious but only fun, one had even placed a bet. I tried to spare you from this embarrassment and eventual lovesickness. Go on.”

“When we’re in the same class, you purposely sit down next to me to distract me from the lesson!”

This one let him smirk. “Because I always saw you sitting there alone. You have no friends in that class, and I thought you might need some company. Besides… I knew you couldn’t afford that book we needed, and I purposely always shoved it into your direction when the professor read from it. Have you never noticed?”

Now you have. And you were flabbergasted.

“Wh… when,” you stuttered, “you’re over here, you always move my stuff onto high shelves, knowing I cannot reach them!”

“Because I love to see the defeated look on your face and your cute pout when you have to ask me to get the things for you.”

You didn’t know what to say further as you stood there, frozen on the spot. You hadn’t seen this answer coming.

“Anything else?”

Yes, there were many things you hated him for, and you wanted to throw them all into his face, but as he was standing there in front of you, not even one more came into your mind.

“I just hate you to the core!” you hissed.

But with calmness in his voice, he only turned, “No, you don’t.”

And then, it was all only a blur.

You wanted to push him away, but instead, you found yourself nudging against his body. You wanted to free yourself from his grip, but instead, you wrapped your arms around him. You wanted to escape from his kiss, but instead, you kissed him back in the same passionate manner he kissed you.

Jaehyun’s hands roamed all over your lightly covered body while his lips moved against yours, touching every spot he had missed out on during the entire time he knew you, because you had always pushed him away.

But now that you had opened up to him, you were scared the time window was about to close very soon, so you had to work fast.

You jumped on him, hooking your thighs around his waist while his hands instantly clung around your buttocks to give you the support he needed to carry you to your bedroom. Your hands remained interlaced on the back of his neck when he placed you onto your bed and laid himself between your legs.

Thrown overboard were all your morals, priorities, and the friendship to the person that meant the world to you. You didn’t want to think about all that, but were longing for him so desperately that you wondered for how long you had been suppressing that desire already.

Jung Jaehyun was hot. But he was a bad person.

Or… wasn’t he?

You desperately ground upwards against him, feeling him growing between your legs, and you brought your hands down to massage his length. Jaehyun interrupted your kiss as he hadn’t expected this move to come, and groaned into your ear.

You smirked triumphantly, your hands kneading muscles until he was pressed hard against your palms. Tucking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you slid the garment from his hips, revealing his bum. Your hands glided along his curvy, soft mounds, grabbing into them like you were testing ripe peaches.

Jaehyun was pecking your lips as you slid your hands under his body again and closed around his entire girth. He stopped for a moment, but the second he continued on, you started moving your hands, top on top, along his length.

Not being able to concentrate on the feeling down there and kissing you simultaneously anymore, you perceived how Jaehyun got weak with supporting his body on his own arms that he had rested to the left and right of your head. So you decided to take the lead from here on.

Sitting up yourself, you put your palms on Jaehyun’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the mattress. He watched you with surprised eyes, but didn’t protest as you sat on his thighs, eyeing his member with much anticipation.

You slid further down his legs, nearly close to his ankles, and bowed down. With your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, you led him to your mouth. First letting the tip pass by your lips, then his entire length up until the very middle.

You only heard him swearing, “fucking shit,” before Jaehyun covered his face with his arm placed over his eyes and his other clasping the sheet by his side. Your hair grazed over the area around his navel while you moved your head up and down, cautiously slow at first to give yourself time to adapt to his length.

Then, you started bobbing your head, increasing the speed with every time you came up and nearly let him slip out, your fingers that had closed around him sliding in the same rhythm, adding to the pleasure. The slurping noises that came along with this act filled the room until they got drowned out by Jaehyun’s moans.

He directed his hand towards your head and grabbed it by the back, ruffling your hair between his fingers while he started to thrust upwards, meeting you halfway in the fast motions. Like this, he was able to reach deep within you, but still not far enough so that he could hurt you.

When you witnessed him twitching his legs, you stopped, held him still by the base and decided to tease him further a bit before you allowed him to release himself. With the tip of your tongue, you touched his glans, trailed along the slip and then circled around the entire top part.

Jaehyun’s swearing words came in a never ending trail like a waterfall that you couldn’t really understand all syllables from, but you were sure you did a good job and rewarded him for being patient with the motions from before again, but this time with added pressure and passion.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your arm, urging you to stop.

“Or else I’m gonna cum,” he said and sat himself up, flipping you around so that you laid under him again.

Hastily, you got rid of your top while Jaehyun worked on your sleeping shorts until shortly after, you were both lying naked on top of each other. You wanted him desperately inside you, because you just didn’t know when you’ve had had sex the last time, but instead of wanting to get through this fast, Jaehyun took his time.

That was when you realized that this entire joining was probably more to him than just sex to get it off. You had thought that because he hadn’t been able to get it tonight from your best friend, he’d take it from you. But the way he touched you insisted otherwise.

If it wasn’t more than just sex, he wouldn’t trail his fingers over your ribcage in feathery-light motions, admiring every inch of your body. If it wasn’t more than a body-focused act, he wouldn’t place soft kisses not only on your mouth, but also onto your forehead, your cheek, your neck… If it wasn’t more, Jaehyun wouldn’t be so damn thoughtful and tender.

He remained his tenderness and his gaze didn’t leave your eyes as well when he finally nudged between your thighs, pushing forward until he filled you up to the brim.

Restraining himself from starting to move right away, Jaehyun took his time to ask you whether you were okay at first when you let out a quiet “oh” that alarmed him. But you were eager to calm him down when you explained that it was only because you hadn’t been with a man in so long, and somehow, after speaking it out, it made you feel embarrassed.

As the boyfriend of your best friend, he’d surely know when you had been in contact with a man the last time, and you hated yourself for being so pressured by society to feel ashamed of who you were and how you lived your life.

But instead of judging you, Jaehyun only nodded and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and suddenly, you were flooded with such a warm feeling towards him that you nearly cried. Rarely had you encountered a man so considerate and caring.

“Tell me when I can go on.”

You bit your lip and felt the uncomfortable pressure in your nether regions getting replaced by a feeling that you hadn’t encountered in so long. A feeling that made you want more, want him.

Holding onto his shoulders with both of your hands, you nodded back at him with a smile which he then returned. When Jaehyun started thrusting in and out of you, your eye contact didn’t break, and you were sure that right now, you were looking at the real Jaehyun at this very moment.

Not the guy you hated. Not the guy your best friend was dating. But instead the person who wanted to protect you from guys that only wanted to use you. A person who offered you company in class and shared his equipment with you. And a person whose cheekiness and affection he showed through childish acts because he didn’t know how to express his feelings otherwise.

This was not the person you were sure of knowing all along. Probably because you hadn’t even gotten to know him in the first place.

One arm now clung around his neck while with the other, you grabbed the pillow beside you. You threw your head back in excitement, his pushes coming in short intervals one after another, and he was hitting all the right spots with them.

Jaehyun propped his arms up to the left and right of him, lifting his upper body to gather all his strength in his groin area and stopped for a brief moment before he thrusted inside you with such force that it nearly knocked all air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t respond with anything else than moaning.

It felt so good, so… right. But how could something so wrong still feel so right?

Right now, you didn’t hate Jaehyun or your best friend the most, but yourself and the fact that you continued on and on. That you brought your hips up to meet his thrusts with hazy thoughts and his lips all over yours when he slowed down with his movements to dedicate himself to caressing your breasts.

You felt Jaehyun’s hot tongue swirling over your buds, and you shook under him. Not because it felt cold, but because his tender caresses just felt so good. You didn’t have the feeling that he could do anything wrong with whatever he carried out, that was your impression about how well your bodies meshed together.

No, you didn’t hate Jaehyun. You had always only hated how he had presented himself to you. But there was so much more to him.

Sweat droplets showed on his forehead when he continued with the hard thrusts again, the sound of you both breathing heavily mixing together with the sloppy noises of your bodies moving against each other filling the room, but no matter how messy sex was, it was the most romantic thing you had experienced in a long time.

Your eye contact also didn’t break when Jaehyun arose above you, his sweaty chest glistening in the dim light that shone through your windows, and increased his pace even more. When he dropped his head and bit his lip in the process, you wrapped your arms around him and added pressure to your nether regions as you felt him approaching his heights.

It felt very good to you too, but you were by any means not as far as him yet, so you didn’t blame him when he came only a short moment after with a groan that sounded sexy as hell to you.

You held him tightly when he fell limply onto your chest, still breathing heavily from the orgasm that slowly faded. Staring at the ceiling, you smiled with him in your arms, just enjoying the moment when Jaehyun moved away from you.

“We’re not done here yet,” you saw him grin as he laid himself next to you, rolled onto the side and placed his head in his palms as he propped his elbow against the mattress.

You wondered what was to come when you felt his finger tips dragging from your thighs to your navel, then lower again and stopped right at your most sensitive spot.

“Oh!” you let out as he placed two fingers on your folds and started moving them up and down with your remaining juices as lube that made the intense feeling kick in almost immediately.

You screamed when he added pressure and now directed circling motions around the sensitive bundle of nerves. From your half-closed eyes, you witnessed him looking at you with such admiration but also cheekiness as you writhed and wreathed under him, yet spread your legs even wider as release was so close.

Jaehyun leaned in to you, his fingers not letting go of the continuity as he half covered your body with his and just kissed you passionately. Like this, he encountered first hand how the orgasm took over you, and you moaned into his mouth, riding it out against his hand.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world when he wrapped his arms around you right after and pulled you onto his chest, and you drifted off into a slumber shortly after.

Even though the first tendencies of your bad consciousness set in before you closed your eyes, you decided that this would be the problem of tomorrow.

No, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun.

If anything, you should probably hate yourself.

___

“YES… YES… YESYESYES, OHMYGOD!”

You heard your friend from the other side of the wall, having rudely awakened you in the early morning hours. At least you thought so. But a glimpse at your phone through sleepy eyes told you that it was past 11am already.

Within a second, you were wide awake.

You were still naked, but the clothes on your floor only belonged to you, and the spot next to you in the bed was empty.

“OH!MY!GOD!.... YES! OH… OH.... AAAAH… OHOHOH… YES!!”

Jaehyun was gone. At least from your room.

Your best friend’s headboard constantly bumped against the wall, and you grabbed your pillow to cover your ears with it. You didn’t want to hear the sounds. Not because they stole your sleep, but because somehow, for the first time, you didn’t feel disturbed by the noise, but actually hurt.

In your mind, you imagined Jaehyun’s mesmerizing smile, the witty expression he was constantly wearing and his deep voice that had showed you for the first time last night that there was a certain softness within it.

You felt hurt, because you knew all the things from last night had been real between you two, yet he was still fucking your best friend mere hours later. What you had shared and felt had been special, yet he was still with her.

And suddenly, you felt hate again. But towards yourself. For betraying your best friend with him. But first and foremost, for betraying yourself.

You had never hated Jung Jaehyun.

You had always felt some certain kind of attraction towards him, but kept telling yourself you hated him to push him as far away from you as possible. If this wouldn’t be so wrong under these circumstances, this attraction would feel right and could blossom. But like this, you could never come to enjoy this feeling entirely.

Your relationship had been doomed from the very start, because given the wicked circumstances, you would never be able to form a healthy relationship. It was like a stain that would never vanish on a white sheet.

So you just decided to continue as usual. To keep this a secret between the both of you and just to carry on with your life.

And to hate Jung Jaehyun just a little more.

You just didn’t know how to feel and act towards your best friend without feeling so much… regret.

“Good morning.”

But the young man stepping out of your best friend’s room wasn’t Jaehyun. But Johnny.

You sat there in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, your mouth agape. And then it started to rattle in your head.

Lately, there were times when your best friend had screamed the name “Jaehyun!” loudly during the act. Those were the times you had actually seen him the next morning. But the nights she hadn’t screamed a certain name, no one had ever come out. And those times, you had counted more than the ones with Jaehyun in the past weeks, just when their loud arguments started on a nearly daily basis.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked without greeting her good morning as you walked into her room.

“Oh, we had a fight last night,” she explained to you while getting herself dressed casually. “And then we broke up. I went away to be with Johnny after throwing him out, and we’ve only gotten back this morning. I hope he left last night already and didn’t stay here.”

“What?” you wondered.

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”

“You actually already got over it as I’ve seen!”

“Oh, Johnny?”

“You’ve been fucking him for weeks already?” you provoked.

She shrugged again. “Perhaps a month… So what?”

You stood there, totally lost for words. “You’ve been crying about Jaehyun to me ever since you got together! That he flirted with other women, ditched you, went to parties and ignored you! And now you’re telling me you’ve been cheating on him for quite a while?! And this instagram story drama from last week?”

She sighed and flopped down onto the bed. “Okay, admittedly, I’m not an angel in this story, but he is by far neither! He was not. There were many things he has done wrong in the past. But then he actually started… doing nothing wrong. Being the picture perfect boyfriend without all these flaws and drama. And perhaps, this is not something that I want, so I started to look around elsewhere.”

“So…” You paused, still processing the shock. “Was it all an act? All the times you’ve cried to me over him lately while cheating behind his back?”

“Not an act, precisely,” she said reluctantly. “Yes, he explained every situation to me. And I was being dramatic over it for nothing, perhaps. I don’t know… I still enjoyed being with him though, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. I want to have men just… telling me I’m right, always coming back to me… what’s a relationship without fire? But Jaehyun didn’t want to do this anymore.”

In your head, you recalled everything that Jaehyun had told you. About there being two sides of the same coin, about you being so oblivious. All this time, he knew that she had cheated on him. He knew what you thought of him, yet he had never made a move to ever explain it to you.

But why?

“As he should,” you then stated. “How you treated him was awful!”

“Only because I cheated on him a few times?” she chuckled. “Come on!”

“I’m your best friend, and yet you lied to me! You twisted and turned stories so that you’d always be the one at right! But the truth is, you’re the bad person here. Not him.”

“Now what? He’s gone from our lives. Don’t care about him.”

But the truth was, you did. Now more than about her.

That was why, an hour later, you found yourself in front of his dorm. When he opened shortly after you had knocked, you stared at him, still gasping for air as you had run the entire way here, with all the memories from last night coming back with each step.

“She’s been cheating on you,” were the only words you brought out.

“I know.”

“For how long?” you asked.

“I assume for just as long.”

You breathed in heavily, not understanding a word. “But why did you stay with her?”

Jaehyun smiled meekly. “Because I don’t think I deserve a good person like you are.”

It ran hot and cold down your back. “I… I don’t understand.”

He leaned against the door frame with crossed arms, and even though he seemed uncomfortable talking about his feelings, he still did.

“I haven’t been the best boyfriend for her most times in this relationship, I admit this openly. We weren’t really good for each other and it destroyed me to the point that I wanted to change. But when I started being the boyfriend she had wished for, it wasn’t right either and she started cheating. So I just settled with it. Because I thought I screwed up to that point where I won’t be able to make anyone happy anymore and also don’t deserve the same in return. Even though I only wanted you...”

“You douche!” You stomped with your feet on the ground.

“What?” he returned perplexed with furrowed brows.

“Everyone deserves love and to love! And you’re not different from anyone else!”

His confusion got replaced with a mild smile. “You’re so kind, y/n. That’s one of the things I like the most about you. But you’re also oblivious.”

Jaehyun pulled out his phone, scrolled through his messenger and started playing a voice message from a very familiar person.

“Why do you even care about this bitch, Jaehyun?!” In the background, you heard music and other people talking. “She’s a stupid nerd, and I’ve only befriended her because she helps me studying and listens to my complains since we’re dorm mates, so don’t even waste a single thought about this party pooper!”

You stood there as though you had been rendered motionless. Your heart had dropped to your feet.

“This is from last night when I quickly went outside again to check whether you rode away safely with your uber and she couldn’t find me directly. That’s why we argued and broke up. No, it’s not the first time she’s talked about you like this.” He put his phone away. “I thought letting you hate me would make it easier for a kind person like you to keep their distance from someone like me. Because, in the end, I will only hurt you too. But the more I started to genuinely like you, the more I felt protective towards you. I couldn’t see her speaking about you like this anymore.”

Your breathing came in hitches as your whole world suddenly crashed over you. Your best friend wasn’t your best friend. She had probably never been.

You stumbled backwards, and Jaehyun stepped forward to grab you by your arm, but you pulled it away.

“I…. I just…” you stuttered. “I have to… talk to her.”

“Sure.”

The whole way home, you only cried.

Not over Jaehyun, but over the betrayal of someone you had considered your best friend, yet had hurt you in the most painful way like no man ever could. And the fact that you had been an asshole to her to the same extent after having slept with her boyfriend the same night they had broken up was probably the final straw.

You were no saint here. You had added to your both’s downfall just as much. And it hurt much more than any heartbreak you had experienced so far.

You had to sort your life out and right now, and amongst this chaos there was no place for Jaehyun in your life.

____

You put the last vase with dried flowers on your shelf, stepped backwards to your room’s door and inspected the final set up.

“Finished!” you praised yourself.

It had taken you three months to move to a new dorm, but this was your last step to a new chapter in your life.

You hadn’t had contact with your former best friend ever since your final conversation in which you had handed the keys over to her. The many conversations before had only consisted of screams, accusations and tears.

She had admitted to saying all those things about you, but also to genuinely have come like you. You weren’t so sure whether that was real or one of her lies again. You had admitted to sleeping with Jaehyun, and she would have forgiven you for that as she hadn’t been really in love with him anymore at this point, but you were sure you didn’t want either in your life anymore.

Your best friend because she had hurt you deeply, and Jaehyun because of your burdensome history. All of you had done so many wrong things, and you were only a bundle of toxic people together, so chaotic that you were better off apart from each other.

But you didn’t want to be this toxic kind of person anymore. So you moved out and left your old life behind.

You didn’t go to that class with Jaehyun anymore, and although you missed him, the touches of your joint night still present on your skin sometimes, you wanted to move on from even the mere imaginations of him as well. You were sure that you’d find a guy just like him, but you missed him wherever you went and couldn’t help but ask yourself “what if?”

The fact that he hadn’t reached out to you either made it easier, and as summer break came and passed, and the new semester started, you had kissed two news guys already, made a new friend group and were just overall happy.

But you still missed Jaehyun dearly and all the possibilities of what could have happened if only your timing had been right in life. Even if he wasn’t the right one for you.

“Is this seat taken?”

And then, one day, there he was again. Taking the seat next to you as though no time had ever passed between the two of you, smiling that mesmerizing smile you didn’t hate.

You only stared at him, and his kind expression didn’t break. When you moved your head to the front again where the professor introduced himself, you couldn’t help but to smile too. Because this wasn’t the expression of a bad person.

People changed, and just like good traits could turn into bad traits, a bad person could turn into a good one also. And they all deserved a second chance.

You had only known the Jaehyun from your best friend’s perspective, and then also his body. But even though you had gotten a glimpse of the real Jaehyun here and there, you didn’t quite know him entirely yet.

But you wanted to. The good, the bad, the real. Jaehyun wasn’t the right one for you, but such a thing didn’t exist. What mattered were only your feelings.

Because in fact, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun. At all.

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You're going to play now - Shigaraki Tomura

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: Quirkless!AU. Your boyfriend will give you the attention you want but don't you dare lose his progress in his game.

Content warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fingering. Edging. Praise kink. Pet used as a pet name. OOC Shiggy.

A/N: I wanted this to be slight praise kink but no lo logré lol, sorry for the extremely ooc Shiggy that I created. Also my brain stopped working and forgot how English works so the writing is probably trash.

WC: 2.1k+

Masterlist

You look up from your phone and see the same you’ve been seeing for the past three hours; Your boyfriend sitting in front of the screen of his computer playing that stupid war game. You sigh. You were absolutely bored.

“I’m bored.” You say, with the hope that he will give you attention now.

“Yeah.” Was his only answer. You sigh again.

You let your phone fall in his bed, where you were laying and push yourself up, stretching your back and arms and letting out a satisfied moan, Shigaraki didn’t hear or he just didn’t care, the later was most likely. You started walking in his room, observing the few things he had. A couple of action figures in his shelves, one poster so old that it looked like a blank paper, some clothes in the floor and a mirror. You paused in front of the mirror and looked at yourself. Today you had put a little more effort in your appearance, with the hope that that guy who was ignoring you paid you a little attention.

You brushed your hair with your fingers and huffed, letting your arms fall at your sides.

You looked at him and walked the four steps it took you to stand behind his chair and made eye contact with the back of his head for five second before taking a hold of his hair and pulling it so his head was inclined against the head rest. He locked eyes with you with an annoyed expression on his face.

The both of you opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by some shooting sounds and a change of colors in the computer screen.

A banner that said “you were killed” appeared in the middle of the screen.

“I was going for a flawless victory, pet.” He said with such a monotonous voice that it made you shudder a little.

“Sorry.” You said. He rolled his eyes and tried to look at the screen again to continue his game, but you pulled at his hair again. He groaned annoyed.

“What?” He asked harshly.

“I’m bored.” You repeated your sentence from minutes ago. He rolled his eyes and sighed, after looking at you for like ten seconds he sighed one more time before pulling his chair back. You smiled, thinking he was going to stand up and finally spend time with you, but he just took your hand that was still on his hair and pulled you until you were standing in front of him but facing the screen. All this while muttering something along the lines of “So fucking annoying.”

“What ar-“ You were interrupted as his hands on your waist pushed you down into his lap.

“Grab this.” He handed you the joystick and started pointing at some buttons. “This one is to aim, this one to shoot. This one right here is to move and this one is to recharge.”

“What do you m–” You tried to say again, but your boyfriend interrupted you once more.

“You’re going to play.” He said, with a firm voice.

“Oh...okay?” You pressed the button to resume the game and slowly and insecurely started moving where you thought you had to.

“You’re going the other way.”

“Shit, sorry”. You chuckled nervously and started to move the other way.

“You better not lose.” He said lowly as his thumbs stroked your waist. “Or I'll be really pissed.” You gulped.

As soon as he finished speaking someone started shooting your way. You clumsily aimed where you thought the shots were coming from, when you spotted an opponent you pressed the bottom without thinking.

Headshot.

“Oh my god, look!” You squealed happily. His hands in your waist gave a short squeezed before descending to your hips, where they squeezed again. He leaned his head against your shoulder to have a better view.

“Good girl.” He praised softly in your ear, making your face heat up. “You better not lose.” He repeated as his hands went even lower, reaching your thighs and going under your skirt.

“Sh–Shiggy.” You muttered nervously, looking down at his hands. He pinched your thigh lightly, just enough to keep you looking up.

“Eyes on the screen.” He said firmly, returning his hand under your skirt. ''You wanted my attention, now you have it. Don’t lose.”

You looked up and continue to roam the area, searching for other opponents. Hard task with his hands slowly approaching your panties tho.

Not long after, you noticed someone looking away from you. You aimed and shot, this time it took you two shots, but you managed to kill them anyway.

“You’re really good at this.” He murmured, kissing your temple at the same time his fingers grazed the edge of your panties. “Maybe I should had let you play sooner.”

“Maybe you should had.” You murmured back. He scoffed pinching your inner thigh again, making you squeal.

“Don’t get cocky.” You let out a little giggle at the same time you killed someone who started to shot your way. This time his fingers grazed softly over your clothed clit. You shuddered and Tomura laughed softly. “Keep playing.” He murmured in your neck before giving a small kiss.

His fingers started to rub against you more firmly now. You let out a choked moan as your legs tried to close but he avoided that putting each one of your legs over one of his, keeping them spread. You tried to kill another one, but you missed and they managed to escape. Tomura let out a discontent groan and his fingers left you and rested on your thighs again. “N-no. Don’t stop.”

“Keep playing then.” Was his only response.

You started searching for more opponents slightly desperate so he could be happy and return his touch, but you couldn’t find anyone. “Where the fuck is everyone?” You muttered lowly. He lightly chuckled behind you.

“Look in the small map in the bottom left, the red dots.” He guided you. You looked at the map and started running to where the nearest dot was. Aim and shot. Another kill.

“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He praised as he moves your hair from the side of your neck so he can start leaving open mouth kisses there. One of his hands went up your shirt and started stroking your navel as he continues kissing your neck, the other one rest over your clothed clit again, without enough pressure to get you off but enough so you know his hand is there.

You killed one more and you started to get more confident in the game, starting to get the hang of it, and without the touch of your boyfriend you could starts to get focused. But without your cute sounds and reactions, he was the one that started to feel neglected.

His hands went to your underthighs and roughly pulled them even more separated, your eyes waver between the screen and what his hands were doing, but some shootings made you keep your focus on the game. You started to shoot back but failed. At least the other person failed too and you manage to escape. When another group of people came near your position your boyfriend pulled your panties to the side and made direct contact with your slit.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet.” He whispered as he dragged his fingers up to your clit.

“Shit, I can’t concentrate like this.” You cried out and blindly shoot around you, surprisingly killing two of them.

“Too bad. Try.” He used your slick to push one finger inside of you and you let your head fall against his shoulder. “Hey, hey, eyes on the screen, you are doing good, don’t stop now.” The hand that was on your navel went up to your jaw, positioning your head straight.

“You say it like it’s easy.” You said in between moans.

“You were the one crying for my attention, now deal with it.” He finished his sentence with a pinch in your clit and a squeeze at the bottom of your neck, making you moan.

He moved his fingers down your slit again and this time pushed two digits inside of you, he groaned as you squeezed around them. “So tight.” He muttered against your neck again.

His fingers started to drag against your walls just like he knew you like it and your eyes fell shut for a couple of seconds, enough seconds for the other players to find you and kill you. Your eyes opened immediately when Tomura stopped the movement of his fingers inside of you.

“You can only die three times per mission before it makes you start from the damn beginning. Don’t you dare lose all my fucking progress.” He says with a low and threatening voice. “You only have one life left.”

“Yes, sorr-Ah!” You’re interrupted with the touch of his other hand’s fingers in your clit. “No! Tomura! Too much! I’m going to lose” You squeaked as one of your hands left the joystick to grab at his wrist,

“Both hands on the controller.” He warned without slowing his movements. You loosened your grip and bring your hand up again while your legs began to shake.

Both of his hands started to move in that complex synchrony that you never manage to do on your own and your moans got louder. Your hips were bucking down into his, your grinding making your boyfriend moan underneath you. “Fuck, don’t- Look, look at the screen. Focus.”

Even though he could easily get lost in just your movements on top of him, his hands never falter, and you began to feel your climax approaching.

“Shiggy, I- I can’t.” You whined trying to keep all your focus away from his fingers inside you.

“Yes, you can, look how far you managed to get. You’re doing. So. Good.” Every word is emphasized with a deep trust of his fingers, aimed at that one spot inside of you that makes you cry in pleasure. “You’ve been doing so good, I know you can manage a couple of minutes more.”

“Yeah.” You cried. “I can.” With that you killed one more person in the game, winning a kiss in the temple from your boyfriend.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear, and that caused you to clench around his fingers, making him groan. That sound brought you even closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that.” You whined, making him laugh softly. “I want to cum.”

“Not yet.” You whined once more. “Come on, keep being my good girl and kill one more.”

You half conscious started to search for more players so you can make Tomura happy. You killed one more, and you won one more kiss on your temple, at the same tame his movement sped up, your moans and whines getting louder.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Look, there’s 30 seconds left, just hold it. You’re always so good for me, I know you can.” His words were not helping you, nor did the fact that his movements sped up even more. “Just don’t die, okay? There’s still 15 seconds.”

“I-I can’t.”

Once the chronometer in the screen got to 10, your boyfriend started to count with it. You were trying so hard not to cum before you were allowed, but his fingers just felt so good.

“Three, two, one. That’s it, you can cum now, pet. It wasn’t that hard, was it?” He murmured in your ear. His word fell in deaf ears as you felt like you fainted once you let it go. You were letting out moan after moan. Your legs were shaking over Tomura’s and your hips couldn’t stop grinding against your boyfriend’s hands. He couldn’t help to slightly buck his hips up into your ass.

“Fuck.” You sighed once you started to get your senses back.

Shigaraki took his fingers out of you slowly and you hissed because of the sensitivity. He started to stroke your still shaking thighs with his still slightly wet fingers. “Did you like the game?”

“I mean- Yeah?” You said unsure, you just killed people after all, didn’t know shit about the game itself. “I did’t catch anything of the story, that if it even has one.” You glared at him accusingly.

He ignored you and tapped you legs, signalizing for you to stand up. You complied and smiled at him when he also stands up. It instantly disappears when he makes you sit again, this time alone.

“What happened?”

“Read what is says in the screen. There’s still four missions lefts.” He starts kneeling in front of you. “Now maybe you’ll understand a little more about the game.” Shigaraki smirks as he pulls your legs over his shoulders. “Remember, don’t lose my progress.”

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