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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Boarding School for Giants (1/25)

Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)

------Chapter 1------

I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again.

I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black.

My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did.

The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control.

Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off.

The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled.

Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress. She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure.

Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area.

When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep.

“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated.

“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl.

“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.”

“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.

I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be?

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better.

I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake.

We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas.

After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence.

“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me.

“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice.

She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.”

“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke.

“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.”

“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?”

Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated.

My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her.

“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal.

We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions.

“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.”

2nd Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600807530823680/boarding-school-for-giants-225?source=share

Table of Contents:

Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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em-sars · 10 months

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My 2013 Hipster soul would die that I'm admitting this, but I have realised that I am a Standard Issue Bisexual Woman.* I will progress with some facts about myself that I deem relevant to proving this point.

Physical appearance:

Nose ring(s) - I have a nostril hoop and a septum ring (and too many ear piercings).

Coloured hair - presently, my hair is my natural blonde because I needed a break from dying my hair, BUT usually, my hair is a fun color (I like pink and purple on myself the most).

Tattoos - while tattoos are very common now (perhaps like the above two bullet points), my current tattoos are a saguaro cactus, the goddess Athena, a celestial snake, and a sword which I've been told is extraordinarily Bisexual™️.

Clothes - I generally wear either waisted mom jeans / jorts with a Hawaiian shirt OR I dress like a '70s witch (think Stevie Nicks but in '70s orange / rust as well as black).

Interests:

I'm a historian specialising in women's history, in particular during Ancient Greece, the Tudor Period, and the Regency Era. Need I say more?

I sew historical costumes (but recreationally and paid for a theatre), and I used to be on cast at a Renaissance Festival until I moved for college.

I both write and read avidly; presently, I've been gouging myself on Dramione fanfiction (both writing and reading).

This one might be a little out there, but hear me out. Rock climbing, specifically bouldering. This community is (in my experience as a climber in California) filled with hippie, granola bisexuals of all genders and (unfortunately) toxic straight men.

Additional Facts:

My partner is also bisexual.

We (I) have a cat.

Favourite (Romance) Tropes:

Enemies to Lovers - I feel that the majority of female readership looking for this dynamic is probably queer. I think a lot of us are Austen-lovers at heart, so who can resist a good old Lizzy / Darcy romance?

Idiots in Love - aren't we, the chronically indecisive and burned-out ex-Gifted Kids who are natural people pleasers, unable to recognise the difference between 'just being nice' and flirting?

Basically to sum up the previous two, Slow Burn.

Basically, I wish I could say I'm Quirky and Unique, but unfortunately, I picked the Basic Package when I got my membership papers for the Bisexual Club.

*My pronouns are She/They. Calling myself a woman is the easiest thing, though that doesn't fully represent how I feel about my gender.

#bisexual #lgbtqplus #bookworm #history #austen #lgbt #classical mythology #historical costuming #harry potter #dramione #writing #cliche

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mistydeyes · 9 months

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Hello, I saw that pairings were open. If so, is it ok if I can request a pair? I thank you kindly.

I identify as non-binary (AFAB) with they/them pronouns, I stand 5'1 ft /154.9 cm, and I'm mixed. I have black hair and an undercut, a few ear piercings and a nose piercing, but unfortunately no tattoos. My wardrobe is all black but I mainly wear a black tee, black cargo pants, my sneakers, and a barbwire necklace with some rings.

Based on how others describe my personality I'm seen as introverted, stoic, shy, timid, funny, kind, neurodivergent, and emotionless. I have emotions, I don't usually feel them a lot but I don't show it once I do feel it. For the timid and shy part, people often underestimate me and think I won't do anything about it. I usually ignore if it isn't a big deal but I'm not afraid to put my foot down if I need to. I do have anxiety so I feel like that's where my shyness comes from.

As for my hobbies, I tend to learn languages (Japanese, ASL, Spanish, and Italian), play video games, walk/skate around, and sleep. I don't like touches since it does stress me out, but when I become closer to someone, I may surprise them with a hug or seek cuddles. Oh, and I bite a candy bar without breaking the pieces..

Simon "Ghost" Riley

How you met: Civilian You had met Simon through a mutual friend who knew about your plans to get a tattoo. Since it was your first one, you gave Simon many texts asking him about the process. Your friend had warned you of his dry conversations which might come off as insensitive but to your surprise he was helpful with all of your worries and anxieties. You sent him a list of questions frequently ranging from the pain level to how clean the actual parlor was. Despite the constant buzz of his phone, Simon happily answered with either his own experience or with pictures and links that would be helpful to you. He even complimented your choice in design, your favorite phrase as said in the languages you were somewhat fluent in (Japanese, Spanish, Italian, and even ASL). When the day of the tattoo finally came, you woke up in the morning with a few texts from Simon reminding you to eat a good breakfast and stay hydrated. He even asked to see a final picture. When you entered the parlor and met with his recommended tattoo artist, you were still nervous but a little less so thanks to Simon. After a surprisingly short session, you proudly looked at your new piece of work in the shop's mirror. Of course, your first text was to Simon who loved the image and replied asking about your experience.

After a few months, you found yourself at the same mutual friend's party and you finally were able to meet Simon in person. After apologizing for the amount of questions you had, you proudly showed him your new tattoo. You held up your arm proudly to the tall man and he was quiet for a moment before saying, "looks absolutely gorgeous."

A peek into your relationship: "Want to see something cool?" you asked as your boyfriend sat next to you confused. "You're not going to start skating around the flat again, right?" he asked remembering when you tried to do an ollie on his wooden floor. "No but it is a cool party trick," you said as you leaned and grabbed a candy bar off the table. You held it up to him and bit down, proudly showing you had no broken the pieces. He looked at you unimpressed as he let out a small laugh. "That's it?" he sarcastically asked as you rolled your eyes. You scoffed before replying. "You try it!" you said and handed him the same bar, now missing one piece. You watched as he tried to replicate your actions but the candy bar broke into three different pieces the minute he bit into it. "Told you," you joked and he picked up the pieces littering the couch. Ever since you told him of your fun trick, Simon always makes it a point to let you try a handful of different chocolates. To this day (and to his surprise), he has never seen you break it into thousands of pieces and you still give him a shit-eating grin every time.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #mw2

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Hi! Could I please get a romantic twst matchup when you have the chance?

Personality: introverted, extremely independent, confident, decisive, optimistic, even-tempered, easygoing, good sense of humor, playful, mischievous, curious, intelligent, noncompetitive // arrogant, careless, risk-taking, blunt, generally not facially expressive, distant / doesn't care for getting close to many people, nosey, rebellious

Likes: cats, sweets, cool weather, thrill-seeking activities, lazy days, lattes, drawing/painting, traveling, piercings and tattoos

Dislikes: pessimism, rigidity (in personality or environment), conformity, feeling restricted, having to be responsible for other people, useless authority figures, boredom

Misc: I NTJ-A, 7w8; clumsy; loves puns; a big foodie; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc I can never remember how they go (e.g. "let's bust this popsicle stand" when it should be "blow this popsicle stand"); a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (might purposefully start some); enjoys learning foreign languages; enjoys learning and practicing new skills and can pick them up fairly easily; prone to being a bit directionless in life but is go-with-the-flow enough that it typically isn't an issue; very prone to bad luck or unfortunate incidents but remains optimistic and tries to find the humor in most situations; has many piercings (5 in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, navel piercing)

(appearance if you decide to use it: 5'1 / 155cm, curvy but somewhat slender, round cheeks w/ a dimple on right cheek, button nose, green eyes, ash brown wavy hair but i dye my hair often and i never seem to keep it at one length, i like having either really long or really short hair)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I do hope that you like it!

Honorable mentions for this matchup go to Deuce, Ace, Epel, Ruggie, and Floyd!

I match you with........

Rook Hunt

• Not going to lie, the start of this relationship was rocky, to say at the best. Between both of your personalities, how Rook is on a daily basis, and your more introverted behavior, it was a stumbly start, but yoi guys made it in the end.

• You were an enigma to the hunter. Everything about you just radiated deadly beauty, from your extremely independent and easy going nature, to how you often mismatched wording in popular phrases. You could say he had his eyes on you from the start.

• Upon hearing that you enjoy learning foreign languages, he is overjoyed! Do come over to Pomefiore or he could even come to you and you have your own personal French teacher. You'll be perfect and fluent in no time under his guidance.

• Thrill seeking activities are one of his favorite times with you! Perhaps a good old game of hunter vs prey? We can all guess as yo who is who in this scenario. Nothing more thrill seeking than having a literal hunter hunt and track you down as you try to escape (in a non creepy way).

• The fact you love and enjoy learning new skills makes his heart swell! Would you like to try your hand at archery? If your French lessons are anything to go by, he is a fantastic teacher.

• Despite being in one of the more rules ridden houses, though not as bad as Heartslabyul, Rook is not really a man of conformity. While he is in the dorm known for its beauty, grace, and elegance, he was once a student in Savanaclaw, from thr Afterglow Savana, an avid hunter, he is one who does his own thing when he wants too. He loves to embrace this side of you and is very supportive.

• Say if there is a lazy day, most likely a weekend where he js free from his vice dormleader duties and all of his schoolwork is caught up on..... and he's not out stalking other students, he can be found at your side. If you are drawing or painting on one of these said days, he would happily be your muse! What pose would you like him in? What would you like him to wear? Shall he bring you a fresh latte before you begin? He is at your beck and call!

• There are often times where he indulges indulges your food choices, many times under the radar of Vil's ever watching gaze. He would pop a vein if he found out of his vice dormleaders secret food outings with you. But he always makes up for it with plenty of activity later on. Maybe you'll like to join him?

• Overall. Rook loves you for you, he would never want anything about you to change. Everything is perfect about you in his eyes. Indulging in these foods of yours, being your muse for a new painting, taking you to get another piercing ot tattoo and helping you decide what to get, he just basks in your presence and there is nowhere else he would rather be!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook #twisted wonderland rook hunt x reader #pomefiore #rook twst #twst rook hunt #twst rook #vil schoenheit #romantic #matchups

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blubushie · 1 year

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hihihi me again whats your favorite dinosaur? whats your favorite flower? favorite bear? favorite BIRD? do you play sports? do you play video games (besides tf2?) whats your favorite video game? whats your favorite cologne? whats your favorite outfit? do you have any piercings? do you have tattoos? what do you wear to bed?

Hello again!

What's your favourite dinosaur?

Not really a dinosaur, but Megalania. Favourite dinosaur would be Utahraptor. I would say Maip macrothorax but we don't know if they had feathers (unlikely at their size) and I love the idea of a giant feathered raptor because that's bloody terrifying.

What's your favourite flower?

Favourite plant is anything in the genus Nepenthes or Drosera. Favourite flower is anything in Passiflora but specifically Passiflora incarnata.

I also love Bauhinia yunnanensis!

I just think they're neat. :]

What's your favourite bear?

Nanulak bears. They're polar-brown bear hybrids. They're really neat looking.

What's your favourite bird?

This one's going to be hard to answer. For raptors it's a tie between the harpy eagle and barn owls. For ratites, as much as I love emus (having one), I'd have to say the southern cassowary because they're awesome and can kill me. That's not a bird, that's a bloody dinosaur. Favourite water bird is probably swans because I wouldn't want to fight a swan, it'd kick my arse.

Do you play sport?

As a nipper I played soccer. I hated it. I've played baseball, loved it. I played volleyball for a few years but baseball is where it's at. (If you ask me it's less confusing than cricket but don't tell anyone I said that because I'll get my Aussie card revoked.) I'm not agile enough for rugby and footy unfortunately.

Do you play video games (besides TF2) and if so what's your favourite video game?

I don't play much anymore. I have a Switch Lite that I play Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley on but I don't even know where that is. I used to do pixel art in Minecraft. Back in the day as a teen I played a lot of World of Warcraft. I mean an obsessive amount. Might've been a little addicted. I also played a fuckton of Halo. My favourite Halo game is Reach. NOBLE deserved better! My favourite video game of all time is Red Dead Redemption 2. I fucking cried at the horse scene. Any of you what've played the game know exactly what scene I'm talking about and you say you didn't cry I don't bloody believe you.

What's your favourite cologne?

This. I'd never use anything else.

What's your favourite outfit?

My usual work clothes? Which is also my typical everyday outfit. Brown pair of daks or jeans, blue or red flannie, leather vest (keeps the sun off and gives me places to store things), kangaroo leather belt, dingo boots (what Americans call cowboy boots), my hat, watch, sunnies (actually shooting glasses but shut up). If I'm using a bow I wear a glove on my right hand so the fletching on the arrow doesn't scratch my hands (it feels like a thousand paper cuts at the end of the day). Also knives. I wear a lot of knives. Belt, belt, boot, vest, machete on my back if you count that.

I also own a single suit which I look dapper in if I do say so myself. It's grey, so it fits any occasion. Birthdays, formal business, funerals, court.

Do you have any piercings?

Mum had my ears pierced as a baby and my dad spit the dummy over it. I was a bub so I didn't remember it. What sucked was piercing my septum. It's an Aborigine thing. The septum hurt like a fucking cunt. Also it got infected (cheers Jack you bastard) so we had to take out the piercing which meant the hole just ended up healing shut so I did that for nothing. That and he shoved wattle up my nose which was a funny experience up until I sneezed and let me tell you, sneezing with a fresh septum piercing it like shoving a branding iron up your nose.

Do you have any tattoos?

No, but I'm looking to get some! I want to get a crocodile on my left arm and a kookaburra on the inside of my left wrist (and maybe a hidden koala somewhere).

What do you wear to bed?

Singlet (wifebeater for you Americans) and trackie-daks (sweatpants also for you Americans). Grey trackie-dak nation. They make me sweat but they're comfortable. On summer nights in Kakadu I sleep in the nuddy because it's too fucking hot and humid for clothes.

#blu whos

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freddie-mercury-rising · 2 years

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2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16, 18, 20

2. Shoe size: 7.5 in American women. 5.5 in UK. 38 in EU.

4. Do you drink? Yes, I’m drinking right now, tbh. Pinot noir. Yes, alcohol is my drug of choice, unfortunately.

6. Age you get mistaken for? No one asks my age anymore. I guess I look old enough that no one bothers. I guess people just always assume I’m about the age I am.

8. Want any tattoos? Yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting one sometime in my life. I’m curious as to how it feels. But I wouldn’t know what I would want on my body permanently.

10. Want any piercings? I have my ears, including my tragus. I used to have my lip pierced in college. I would think about getting another piercing sometime. Maybe my lip again or my nose—but I’m not too passionate about it.

12. Relationship status: marred, but complicated. Married, but talking about an open marriage. Again, it’s complicated.

14. Biggest turn offs? Arrogance, inconsideration, vapidity, cruelty to other people, people who think they’re better than other people, racism and xenophobia.

16. I’ll love you if… you have a good sense of humor, don’t take yourself too seriously, like similar music as me.

18. Most traumatic experience? Luckily, I don’t have many traumatic experiences. I am trying to think of one, but I thankfully don’t have any that I can think of right away.

20. What I hate most about myself? I hate how impulsive I can be at times, how impatient I can be

Thank you for the asks!

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yourmotherstrashmouth · 1 year

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Hi! When you've got a chance could I please get a matchup for Attack on Titan and Harry Potter?

Name: Raven / adult / any pronouns / slight preference for men but any gender match is OK.

appearance: 5'1 / 155cm, curvy but somewhat slender (pear shaped), round cheeks w/ a dimple on right cheek, button nose, green eyes, long eyelashes, wavy ash brown hair (i either grow it out really long or cut it super short, i like to change it up. i also like to dye it often - currently bleached it and toning it white), 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + industrial in the other, navel piercing. my current picrew pfp was roughly accurate when my hair was short and my natural color!

Personality types: INTJ-A; 7w8; Ravenclaw (considered Slytherin but not very ambitious at all lmao); chaotic neutral; virgo sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising.

Love Languages: physical touch, quality time (least likey to use/enjoy acts of service).

Personality traits: introverted, extremely independent, confident, decisive, straightforward, optimistic, even-tempered, easygoing, good sense of humor, playful, mischievous, teasing, curious, intelligent, noncompetitive // arrogant, risk-taking, blunt, generally not facially expressive, distant, doesn't care for getting close to many people, nosey, rebellious.

Hobbies: baking, drawing/painting, video games.

Likes / Interests: cats, sweets, cool weather, thrill-seeking activities, lazy days, lattes, traveling, piercings and tattoos, having alone time.

Dislikes: pessimism, rigidity (in personality or environment), conformity, feeling restricted, possessiveness, having to be responsible for other people, useless authority figures, boredom.

Misc: the type that really takes a while to open up to someone; the type that has a cute face but does not often act sweet/soft; dresses more hipster/punk; clumsy; loves puns; a big foodie; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc I can never remember how they go (e.g. "let's bust this popsicle stand" when it should be "blow this popsicle stand"); a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (might purposefully start some); enjoys learning foreign languages; enjoys learning and practicing new skills and can pick them up fairly easily; prone to being a bit directionless in life but is go-with-the-flow enough that it typically isn't an issue; very prone to bad luck or unfortunate incidents but remains optimistic and tries to find the humor in most situations.

For Attack On Titan I match you with... Erwin Smith!

Song: Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

He loves you with his whole heart though he doesn't show it in public and you feel like he doesn't love you at all, but I swear on my entire family he does.

He and his friends can deal with your troublemaker personality- except Levi, he doesn't tolerate it at all!

Unlike you, he doesn't have a very good sense of humor. A lot of old dad jokes that you might hear from anybody anywhere. You, Hange and Miche tease him pretending he's funny when he's not.

INTJs and ENTJs have enough similarities to form a strong connection and enough differences to create that spark. Ultimately, they find each other fascinating yet comforting and they have the potential for an amazing relationship and they'll likely both feel a strong sense of attraction when they meet. Overall, Virgo and Libra are considered to be an OK match. They're different personality-wise, so they'll need to learn how to deal with each other's quirks early on. However, they're two of the most giving signs in the zodiac.

For Harry Potter I match you with... Remus Lupin!

Song: Wolves - Marshmallo ft. Selena Gomez

He really appreciates your sense of humor. He's a type who doesn't care about getting closer to many people except you.

He fell for you when he asked Dumbledore for someone to help him for a lesson and he though you would be good for him and when he saw you being very patient and playful with the kids. Dumbledore also asked him to keep an eye on your clumsy and troublemaker ass though he knows you're a good girl around him.

You have secret lazy latte dates in his office on your days off having sweets too and cuddling close together. If you have any tattoos, he will trace them all with his finger.

INTJs bring a strong sense of logic and deep-thinking to a work environment, while INFJs offer an awareness of others and a passion for empathy. Both personalities are great at solving difficult problems and hold themselves accountable to achieving their goals. When it comes to Virgo and Pisces love compatibility, these two signs make a great couple. They usually enjoy a healthy relationship even though they are quite dissimilar from one another. Their dissimilarities, on the contrary, add to their relationship, creating an amazing balanced bond between them.

#attack on titan #harry potter #harry potter matchup #attack on titan matchup #erwin smith #remus lupin

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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Have you ever held hands with the same sex? Yes. What is a difference between the last two people you kissed? One is the love of my life and one is an asshole. Ever made out in a pool? Yes. Who was the last person you got into an argument with? My husband, but a very small one. Be honest. On a scale of 1 to 10, how nice of a person are you? 9.

Who was the last person to cry in front of you? My niece. Do you know a Robert? Tell me about him. No one personally. Who was your first major crush? Do you still talk to that person? No. Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? No. I unfortunately need to see him on a regular basis, but we are by NO MEANS friends. How old were you when you lost your virginity? Or if you are a virgin, what age do you think you’ll lose it at? I was 20. Ever been to therapy? What for? No. I should be, though. Ever got a piercing behind your parents’ back? I mean, I pierced my nose without them knowing, but I was of age and they didn’t care. Book series you enjoyed reading recently? -- Who do you know that wears the most make up? My friend Lolly. Have you ever been tied up? Yes. heh heh What if your boyfriend/girlfriend went through your phone? I’d be upset in the sense that it’s just disrespectful and distrustful, but I have nothing bad or secretive on it, so. Who’s your tallest friend? Mark. Does your last ex have a job? No idea. Do you have a serious interest in any forms of art? Yeah, sure. Do you have a love for nature? Yes. Would you be interested in starting your own business? I’d love to be an event planner. Have you ever seen the movie Labyrinth? Yes. Have you ever been a fan of N*Sync? Yes. Last time you saw fireworks, with whom & where? Last 4th, just around the neighborhood. Who was driving the last time you were in a car? Me. Would you ever want to swim with the sharks? Eh. How old were you when you met your first love? 20. Are you taking this survey in a place other than your home? Nah, I’m home, for once, lol. I usually do these at work. Have you ever been to Disneyland? Nope. Have you ever been in a limo? Yes. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? I don’t. Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? FLCL. Which is only 6 episodes long lol. Who was your best friend in elementary? Liz and Sara. Have you ever mistaken a person’s gender? Yes. What are you currently listening to? Some low fi video game mix Mark has on. How long has your ex been your ex? The last one has been my ex for almost 12 years. Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No. The Eiffel Tower? No. The Great Wall of China? No. Have you ever had someone like you that you didn’t like back? Sure. Do you know what you’d have been named had you been born the opposite sex? Dylan. Do you have any step or half siblings? Nope. Would you ever visit a nude beach? Nah. When was the last time someone gave you a compliment? Today. Who was the last person you dreamt about? I don’t know. Do you hate getting hickeys? It’s not my jam anymore. Do you think you were well-raised? For the most part, yes. Have you ever been to the Statue of Liberty? No. Are you on good terms with your last ex? I’m not any any terms with him. Do you ever use sleep as a way to cope with bad moods? If it’s already around bed time, then yeah, but I don’t take naps so I wouldn’t do it in the middle of the day. Do either of your parents have any tattoos or piercings? My mother had her ears pierced. Do you ever listen to podcasts? Yes. Mostly Office Ladies and Smartless. Do you weigh less than 130 pounds? I am literally twice that. Have you ever wanted to go to Australia? Naur. Give me the capital of the state you’re in now, please. Springfield. Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance? Eh. Do you really think there is somebody for everybody? No, not everyone wants someone. Do you place any value in gender roles? I don’t feel like getting into this right now. Do you have to be related to be family? Absolutely not. Are you in love? Do you want to be? Yes and yes. Do you believe in reincarnation? Not FULLY but I do like to think people’s souls get passed onto things in nature. Would you want to be reincarnated? I’d like my soul to go to go to a panda lol. Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both? I am both. Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality? Nope! Do you believe in some form of god/s? No. Are your choices fated or of your own free will? Free will. Do you believe in star signs? To an extent. Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for? Whatever. Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation? NOPE, to both. What was the last book you read? -- Are you someone’s godmother? I am. Have you ever snuck out of your house to go meet up with a guy somewhere? No. When was the last time you saw a frog? This summer. Have you ever been struck by lightning? No. When was the last time you wrote a poem? -- Would you rather write a novel or a book of poems? -- Do you believe that it’s possible for someone to be resurrected from the dead? No. Have you ever idolized someone (or just really looked up to someone) and then found out they were selfish? Uh huh. What color hair does your current crush (or boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, whatever) have? His hair is brown. Have you ever been to Notre Dame cathedral in Paris? No.. Have you ever gone out with a guy and then later found out that he was married? No. What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? -- …and what was the name of the villain? -- Have you ever had someone copy you or steal your ideas for something? Sure have. Do you rent or own the place you live? Rent. Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? No, actually. Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? I shave them with a trimmer. How would you describe your current mood? I’m tired. What made you stop talking to the last person you cut out of your life? Lot of shit. Who was the last person to give you flowers? Mark Are you Catholic? Definitely not. Do you have nightmares a lot? No. Who did you last eat Chinese food with? It’s been a while. Do you have any plans for the weekend? We are going to Mark’s mom’s tomorrow and then Sunday I am putting up Christmas lights. Do you have a job? Yes.

#surveys #at home

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odetojeons · 3 years

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Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven — Jeon Wonwoo

request: Hello do you still take requests? Your writing is amazingggg!! Thank you for existing 😭💕. Can i req a whipped dom!wonwoo x fem reader where he has a size kink and a smol gf please? I think that will be a cute concept 🥺

tags: fem and sub!reader, dom!wonwoo, size kink, tattoed and pierced jeon wonwoo just because, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (uh idk why but I never write sex with a condom help), established wonwoo x reader, a tiiiny bit of spitting kink, very light verbal humiliation, aftercare, this goes from fluff to horny really quickly, fluff if you squint (or not?), a frankly unrealistic amount of cum, OH AND, stomach bulge 🥴

a/n: so haha I am back? with more filth? I tried adding fluff (even tho I completely forgot that the person who made the request asked for whipped wonwoo, good thing this is always in my agenda every time I write so I didn't have any problems lmfao) but I'm too much of a horny bitch and a simp for this man so,, idk? tell me what you think later! I hope you all perish— I mean, like this!

Word Count: 7826

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“Nope,” Wonwoo answers, giving you that kind of smile which makes you almost, almost feel less annoyed at the fact that you’ve been trying to reach something in the upper shelves for the last five minutes and he doesn’t move his ass to help you at all. “You’re just too cute trying to reach something.”

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There’s heat creeping up your neck, cheeks tinting red, and Wonwoo's smile gets bigger, shining and full of fondness. It leaves you stunned in silence for a while. It’s hard not to be in love with him. But it’s not like you try anyways.

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“J-just hurry up, aren’t you hungry?” you cough, looking away solely because you can’t stand the warmness in Wonwoo’s face without feeling like you’re going to combust any time soon.

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“I am. I can help you out,” he states simply, but doesn’t make a move. You gesticulate with your hand, pointing at him and at the rice jar in the upper shelf. “But only if you say please, though.”

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“I’m—” laughing incredulously, you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “Would you please get the rice jar for me, sir?”

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Wonwoo stares at you for a second too long, eyes a bit dark, and gets up to get the jar, without breaking eye contact. You instinctively make yourself smaller when his bigger and broader frame hovers over you, large enough to swallow your tiny body. The size difference has always been something you both feel incredibly turned on by.

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“So small,” he appreciates, always does, and your neck burns from the intensity of your blushing. “The cutest.”

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Wonwoo puts the rice jar in your hands, the darkness in his face melting into a beam.

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“Here it goes, little girl,” he says, going back to his chair to complete the task which he has been doing for at least ten minutes now. The way he says little girl has you dumbfounded, heart hammering against your chest. “Are you just going to stand there? Do you like being called little that much?”

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“Shut up,” you admonish, blushing furiously as you turn on your back to continue what you were doing. You just hate how everything Wonwoo does affects you so much. You’re sure this must be bad for your health.

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The two of you continue your journey through cooking and eating after you’re both done with the preparations. Things with Wonwoo are always so easy, everything feels natural and domestic and the bubbling feeling of happiness you feel whenever you’re with him lulls you to fall in love with him even deeper than before.

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The way he teases you when you’re clumsy and spill sauce over yourself, but still cleans you up with the most fond smile ever, like you’re so completely adorable he can’t help himself. Or when you put more salt in the food than you should and you know it’s not that good, but he still compliments it and tells you he loves it so much, the sincerity in his eyes makes a surge of something pull at your lower stomach.

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If Jeon Wonwoo isn’t the love of your life, you don’t know who is.

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But right now you just want the ground to eat you alive and swallow you whole, because you’re standing right in front of the bed. The one bed. To which it suddenly doesn’t look big enough, not as you remember.

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Well, it’s not like you have never shared a bed before, you have even had a shit ton of sex in this exact piece of mattress, but the thing is, it’s been a while since you last saw Wonwoo. His job required him to spend three months away, and this is the first time you came to his house ever since he came back two days ago.

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You consider throwing yourself out of the window and into the dark, miserable night, thinks your poor heart will explode otherwise.

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“I’m not going to eat you.” Wonwoo’s voice carries over from the bathroom door, startling you into action. You jerk toward the bed, jumping on it and face flushing. You had showered before him, now dressed with one of his big shirts.

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It fell all the way to your mid thigh, the size difference between the two of you making you almost drown on the fabric of his clothes. It smells nice, smells like Wonwoo, and your cheeks burn when he drinks the sight of you in with dark eyes, not even trying to hide.

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“Unless you want me to,” he adds, not helping your situation at all.

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BSHANDJAJSND?, your brain supplies.

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“Oh my god,” you admonish, yanking the blanket off the bed and just as you get in, your eyes hone in on the ink swirling up Wonwoo’s right biceps. You have seen the tattoo through the pictures he sent you before, the snake crawling up to his shoulder, head stopping at his right chest.

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This is, however, the first time you’ve seen the metal bar through one of Wonwoo’s nipples — to which you already knew the existence of, but looking in person is totally different —, heat winding in the pit of your belly as you realize the snake is looking right at that same nipple. Unfortunately for your poor heart, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, hanging low on his hips, slim waist on display.

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Wonwoo is… hot.

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There’s no other way to put it despite your best efforts. He looks like one of those Greek statues, rippling muscle and hand carved abs, the cut of his jaw too sharp to be real. Your mouth waters and you can’t look away.

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And Wonwoo has been changing. He always had the thin type of body, being slim and tall, but in the end of last year he started exchanging the lazy hours he spent gaming with animated workouts at the gym — something about the way he was wasting his precious time of life and he could be acquiring knowledge and being healthy instead of sitting in front of a computer for hours —, and holy fuck if the result wasn’t quite the damn view.

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You draw the blanket right up to your chin, back very purposefully to Wonwoo’s side of the bed as you’re still trying to stop the mild heart attack you have going on. You don’t want to see him climbing into bed for safety purposes but that doesn’t mean your heart rate doesn’t spike up when the bed dips. When Wonwoo settles down under the same blanket, your brain very enthusiastically — and meaningfully — points out that you’re only a few centimeters away and that there’s nothing separating you.

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His abs flash behind your eyes and you nearly throw the blanket off, ready to storm out of the room and sleep on the sofa instead. You let out a breath you don’t even know you’re holding when Wonwoo flicks the flight off, the room disappearing into darkness, before he turns on the red leds from under his bed.

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You feel warm all over with the fact that he still remembers you don’t like sleeping in complete darkness.

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You try not to tense too much when he drapes an arm around your waist, locking you in. Your legs tangle together as he adjusts himself better, the other arm coming behind your head to serve as a pillow. Now you’re not only dying from the closeness but as well essentially drooling over the bulge of his thick biceps.

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Congratulations universe for managing to make you even more desperate.

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You’re not sure how long you just lie there, staring out the window, unable to fall asleep. Your brain doesn’t want to shut off, a blaring alarm of Jeon Wonwoo going off in your head.

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“I missed you so much,” Wonwoo says as if he read your thoughts, voice soft and filled with warmth, and you find yourself immediately melting in his arms despite your nervousness. “Thought I was going crazy without you, munchkin.”

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There’s a hard squeeze in your heart. You just love so much when he calls you that.

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“Missed you too,” you admit with a smile, the tip of Wonwoo’s nose dragging through your hair as he inhales the smell of his own shampoo. “Missed your smell.”

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“Just my smell?” Wonwoo teases with a light tone, caressing his free hand on your inner thigh. It was supposed to be a feather-like gesture, but the closeness between the two of you made your body oversensitive, and you find yourself moaning softly as your skin rocks with a shiver.

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Wonwoo tenses immediately when he hears the sound, hand stuttering to a stop. There’s a beat of what you call the most painful silence you ever had — your mind swirls with the thought that you just ruined the mood, face heating up uncontrollably at your own neediness —, before his fingers sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, startling you with the strength behind his grip.

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“Answer me.”

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You whine louder this time, the realization of his change of tone going from fond to an irrevocable order sinking wanton deep within your lower stomach. You try to close your legs, but Wonwoo’s leg stops you where it rests right in the middle of them, dangerously close to your throbbing core. You wonder if he could feel the heat emanating from it.

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“N-no,” you begin, voice already shaken up. Wonwoo’s breath caresses the helix of your ear, making goosebumps surge all over your skin. “Missed y-your bed too.”

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“Is that so?” he hums, chest vibrating where it presses against your back. “What else, munchkin?”

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“Missed—” your voice gets caught up in your throat when he licks your helix, teeth pulling the lobe of your ear. The soft drag of his lips all over that place is making your job difficult. “M-missed all of you, hmmm.”

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Wonwoo hums again, pleased with your answer, and leans so close to you your body gets half pinned to the bed. This way his bigger frame completely engulfs your smaller one, the difference between your sizes getting even more overwhelming now that he’s bulked up.

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And you’re not the only one affected by it, because as soon as Wonwoo realizes how he almost swallows you up in this position, he downright moans right by your ear.

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“So fucking small,” he tells you appreciatevely, voice one octave lower as his fingers presses on your inner thigh harder. “Missed touching you.”

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There’s a shift in Wonwoo, his leg rising up between yours and stopping centimeters away from the heat of your cunt, and you can’t hold back the shiver, wants Wonwoo to press down there. When you attempt to slide Wonwoo’s hand up and off of you so then you could turn around, you’re met with a growl instead, Wonwoo bodily pinning you to the bed.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and it makes you feel like you’re a prey just ready to be caught by the big, bad wolf. You whine softly at that thought, hand coming to grab at Wonwoo’s wrist reflexively.

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“Wonwoo,” is your answer, like that would explain everything. Wonwoo chuckles softly, embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

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“When we called and I saw your face,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

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Suddenly, you can’t remember how to breathe, Wonwoo’s mouth on your neck, planting a soft kiss just under your ear. He nuzzles into the same spot, kisses lower and your heart shakes loud enough you think the neighbors might hear, hyperaware of every inch of your bodies touching.

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“I know I couldn’t, so I did it all from behind,” Wonwoo admits, sending your mind into a little haze. Of course he has been jerking off to the thought of you, but hearing him say it out loud has your panties getting soaked. “Sticking my dick in…”

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Wonwoo hasn’t stopped nuzzling you, in some kind of daze as he inhales your scent. There’s a hand on your hip now, holding you down, liquid heat pooling in your belly, spreading outward.

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“…and fucking you mercilessly…” he continues, voice getting deeper and rougher with each word, his breath labored. “…and watching you cum endlessly… I thought I would be fine just imagining it.”

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“W-Won—” you start, breathless, the sound of your own voice sounding so airy leaving you embarrassed. But then finally, finally he presses his thigh into your core, your hips immediately going down to rut hard against the muscle.

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“Fucking drenched,” Wonwoo snarls lowly when he feels the wetness of your soaked panties dirtying the fabric of his sweatpants.

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The sound makes you writhe on the bed, fists balling in the mattress.

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“But seeing you, so small…” the trace of Wonwoo’s hand in your skin is light, almost like a gentle whisper as it makes a burning path up, up, up until it stops by your neck, fingers closing softly around your throat. “Makes me want to rail you, carve the shape of my big cock inside your walls.”

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Wonwoo’s teeth sink into the skin just at the base of your neck. It’s hardly a bite, you know he could leave worse, but then Wonwoo laps at it afterwards, tender, surrenders you into moving your hips obscenely on his thigh. The way he says, knows his cock is big has heat licking your insides, and if it were anyone else saying the same thing you would be cringed, but there’s just something special about Jeon Wonwoo doing this that makes him look like the hottest man alive.

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“You’re addicting,” Wonwoo admits with a growl, the feeling of his touch turning possessive as he helps you ride his thigh better by a hand on your waist. “Once I get a taste I can’t stop myself from wanting more. Wanna have my way with you until you’re all mine.”

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Need seeps through your bones, body trembling as you try to scatter the air it has been knocked out of your lungs when Wonwoo fits his cock in the curve of your ass.

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“Y-you’re hard,” you comment, as if it’s not obvious, but it has been so long since the last time you felt his bulge pressing against you that it makes you desperate. “You’re so hard.”

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“Who’s fault do you think it is?” Wonwoo questions, groaning when you sway your hips from side to side on his cock.

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“Can we…” you trail off, hiding your face in the pillow. “Y-you know?”

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“Nope, you gotta be more specific,” he says with a teasing smile, and you smack him in the arm. Wonwoo laughs before his voice gets serious. “Say it.”

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This switch of him turning on and off between a sweet boyfriend to the man who doms you never fails to give you a whiplash.

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“Can we— Can w-we fuck?” you ask shyly, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. You have no idea why you are being this shy.

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“Hmm, it depends,” Wonwoo hums like he’s considering the options. You turn to look at him, mortified, but he only laughs at your indignation. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

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You blush furiously at the question, face turning to look away as you mumble a yes, but then Wonwoo’s grabbing at your jaw and yanking your head back in place until you’re staring right in the deepness of his eyes, the intensity of them stunting you into complete silence.

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“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he orders, leaving no room for arguments, and you nod your head quickly at that. “Out loud.”

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“Y-yes,” you hurry to obey, watching satisfaction curl all over his face. “‘M always a good girl.”

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“I don’t think so, munchkin,” Wonwoo grins, wicked and teasing, and you brace yourself for whatever is going to happen this night. “Sometimes you’re so desperate and impatient you can’t even wait for me before fucking yourself with those plastic toys of yours.”

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“Wonwoo,” and you’re unable to look away even when shame burns all over your body. “H-how did you—”

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“How did I know?” your sentence morphs into a moan when Wonwoo presses his thigh so hard against you cunt it has your body jumping a little. “You think I wouldn’t feel how you’re more loose when I fucked you? You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

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Wonwoo is mercilessly dragging your hips up and down his leg, your whines sounding high and sweet in your own ears.

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“You’re oblivious even to yourself,” he tells you, tone rough as he ruts against your ass. Your heart lurches in your chest, Wonwoo’s words like a hot coal in the pit of your belly, erupting into flames. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, cunt pulsing with arousal. “Even today, the way you were staring at me…”

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But then, Wonwoo’s touch is gone. His hands leave your hips, thigh frees you from the pressure, and the warmth seems so far now. You turn, complaint already at the tip of your tongue, but Wonwoo’s faster, rougher as he manhandles you on your back and hovers over your body, caging you in with his arms.

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“You looked like a prey who has just been caught into the wolf’s den,” he smiles at you, wicked and cruel as he grabs your jaw and pushes your head back. “Like you wanted me to break you in until it feels like you’re in heaven.”

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There’s a breath against your bare neck, his groan hitting your skin when he bites it.

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“Or eat you up until there’s nothing left in you that doesn’t belong to me,” you’re definitely not expecting the moan that escapes Wonwoo’s mouth, so affected and deep it’s got all the hairs in your nape standing up, every fiber of your body telling you to submit. “Fuck, and it turns me on so much.”

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You make a sound out of neediness, hands reaching for Wonwoo. He goes easily, body pressing into yours as he crashes your lips together. Wonwoo kisses you like he wants to conquer you, licking into the seam of your mouth and teeth scraping at your bottom lip just so he could soothe the pain later with his tongue. Your head spins with the intensity of it, it’s messy and there’s too much spit and teeth, but that only makes it even more addicting.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t kiss you enough today. He almost never does when he’s feeling like that — possessive, mean, wicked even, when he needs you to know your damn place —, wants to ebb the pleasure away when you’re starting to get hotter until it’s replaced by pure desperation and you can’t do anything else other than beg for him to give in to you.

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So that’s what you do, staring up at his eyes trained on you as if you’re a prey.⠀

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“Please,” you start, voice caught into a moan when Wonwoo’s fingers sink into your jaw and his mouth falls ajar, like the sound of you saying this particular word gives a physical stroke to his cock. “P-please, fuck me. Wanna— Wanna belong t-to you.”

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And that’s enough. That’s enough, that’s enough, Wonwoo wants, you want, and he’ll give that to you since he has always been a weak man for your begging. There’s a fraction of seconds that he thinks he might pass out with all the blood rushing from his head to his other head, cock throbbing in his sweatpants.

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“Don’t know how so much eagerness fits into this little body of yours,” Wonwoo murmurs against your mouth, his hand squeezing your face. You find yourself parting your mouth open, whining, pliant and overwhelmed as Wonwoo slips his tongue in again, kissing you filthy. The scent of his familiar cologne is so sharp, surrounding you and leaving your mind dazed until all you can think is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. When he pulls back this time, Wonwoo pushes his thumb into your mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it further into your mouth.

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You moan around it, watching Wonwoo’s every reaction, the way his breath hitches, shoulders tensing. There’s a shift on the bed, Wonwoo moving up and up and up and you can’t breathe because now the bulge pressing against the fabric of his clothes is standing proudly right in front of your face, Wonwoo almost straddling your chest. You let the realization that he’s going to fuck your mouth sink deep within your core, and try not to show how deeply affected you are by the idea.

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You fail, of course, hips lifting off of the bed and falling down again, biting around the finger inside of your mouth that keeps you from taking a better look in the place you are dying to see.

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“That desperate to suck me off, baby?” Wonwoo asks, and you flush, hate how you love the humiliated burn, how it makes you wetter. You’re too embarrassed to throw something back at Wonwoo, gaze dropping to his erect cock the best you can. He pushes your head back up, making you look at him instead. “Do you wanna see it?”

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“I do,” you reply, a little too fast for your own good, and it only serves for Wonwoo to laugh at your neediness. You debate if you’re as red as you think you are, the burn in your cheeks spreading all the way down to your neck.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Wonwoo’s tone is almost condescending, still playful, like he doesn’t think you can even handle the sight of his cock, and you like how it makes your cunt twitch and ache. It’s as if you enjoy the belittlement, enjoy the way Wonwoo wants you to prove yourself.

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“I’m,” you start, swallowing, “I’m ready.”

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Wonwoo’s smile is a touch dark, nearly a sneer, but his hand leaves your mouth to hook a thumb in the waistband of his pants. You nearly drool. He pulls on the fabric until his cock is free, slapping against your left cheek and smearing precum on your face. Your head spins, realising that even this part of Wonwoo’s body seemed to have grown bigger. Maybe it’s your imagination, haven’t actually seen it in real life for the past three months, but the thickness is intimidating.

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The best intimidating possible.

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Your heart thuds in your chest, unable to look away from his cock. There’s spit collecting on your tongue, embarrassment fighting against your desire to please. Leaning forward, you suckle the tip into your mouth, making a pleased sound when you taste the salty tang of precum.

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Wonwoo leans back a bit, wanting to assess your face better, and the taut lines of his body contorts in an even hotter way with the new position. You moan again, staring at the piercing in Wonwoo’s nipple and the head of the inked snake looking at it, and sucks on the head, tongue pushing along the underside. Your body throbs with your own heated desire.

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You wrap a hand around the base, gut twisting hotly when you realise you can’t even get your fingers all the way around — no matter how many times you notice this, they all make you feel equally needy. And you’re not the only one affected by it, Wonwoo’s hips kicking forward and cock thrusting inside of your mouth, the growl he lets out going straight to your core.

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“Fuck,” he says, breath audible enough to echo inside the room. “I will ruin you.”

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The confession has your body arching for a few seconds, sucking hard on the tip of Wonwoo’s cock until he’s moaning at the feeling. He takes a fistful of your hair, but you push against the hold so you could take more of it into your mouth.

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“Quit it,” Wonwoo demands, your displeased whine making his hold grow firmer. “Do as you’re told or you might not get my cock at all tonight.”

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He pulls you off, your pants loud and labored.

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“Did I make myself clear?”

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“Yes, sir,” you add just for the teasing — but mostly because you want Wonwoo to punish you for making him lose his beloved control —, feeling pleased as you watch the clear change of expressions going on in Wonwoo’s face. His eyes darken impossibly more, eyebrows frowning and then there’s a hand on your neck.

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Your mouth goes dry as soon as his fingers close around your throat, body writhing and mind going into submission mode.

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“Filthy little slut,” Wonwoo snarls, face suddenly close, and then he’s spitting into your open mouth and you feel like you will come very soon. You flinch, eyes shutting on reflex, and then moan. “Want me to punish you, don’t you?”

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You don’t say anything, can’t say anything, but you hope the look in your eyes answers his question. It probably does, because there’s a tiny little smirk playing on the edge of Wonwoo’s lips before he kisses you, softer than you could ever imagine he would be in this moment.

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“I love you,” he breathes, the sudden confession making a different kind of burn itch your throat. You know very well that when Wonwoo tells you that I’m the middle of sex then it’s because this will be a passionate fucking. One of those that he keeps your body so close you think you might become one with him, one of those he kisses you so gently one moment only to treat you roughly in the other, one of those he wants to make you fall apart, crumble and cry and even so, it will be full of love and care and sweetness. “I love you so much.”

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Wonwoo doesn’t wait for your answer. Doesn’t need to, he knows your heart belongs to him.

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“Say ah for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo instructs and you obey, mouth hanging open, tongue out. Wonwoo slaps his cock against it, precum dirtying your tongue as the slap slap slap of his cock hitting your mouth fills the heavy air of the room. He even traces the tip over your upper lip, smearing precum along your cheek when he slaps your face with it before placing his cock right back on your waiting tongue. “Put this mouth to better use.”

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You do, eager to do as you’re told after Wonwoo’s confession, blood singing from his praise and his disparagement alike. You sink down onto it as far as you can take it, nearly gagging when it hits the back of your throat. Wonwoo drowns out a broken “fuck” above you, stroking your cheek and moving further in the bed to lessen the awkward twist of your neck.

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“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Wonwoo breathes, voice strained as you suck him off, head bobbing. He brushes your hair back, little groans and growls escaping him every time his cock hits the back of your throat, you swallowing around it, or when you speed up, fucking your mouth on Wonwoo’s length. “Such a pretty little cocksucker, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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You blush, heart hammering in your chest with the compliment, but he closes a fist in your hair and makes you stop all movements.

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“Gonna fuck your mouth,” Wonwoo starts, holding your wrist with his free hand and putting your fingers above his thigh. You know that it means if you want me to stop, tap twice, and it makes heat coil in your belly. “until you gag.”

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You moan a bit uncontrollably around his cock, legs kicking in the bed at the affirmation, and Wonwoo is staring at you with a look you can’t quite describe. It makes you ashamed of being so eager but at the same time proud of being his little cockslut.

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Wonwoo holds you in place, hips bucking into your mouth. He goes slow at first, wanting you to get used with the feeling because it has been a while since the last time you sucked him off. It is short lived, as soon as you look up at him and nod — the best you could with your movements being kind of restricted —, his thrusts turn sharp and fast, your jaw aching from how long you had Wonwoo’s fat cock in your mouth.

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You moan, one of your hands still working up and down along Wonwoo’s shaft as he fucks into you, tears beginning to prickle at the corners of your eyes. He falls a bit forward when you start gagging a little, throat convulsing around his thickness, and he sprawls his fingers in the wall for support.

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“Fuck fuck fuck, shit,” Wonwoo breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. Tingles spark down your spine, wetness pouring out of you and soaking your panties even more and you want so desperately to come, to be fucked, but you want to please him first.

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Wonwoo’s thrusts begin to turn erratic as he fucks your mouth, a growl erupting out of him on a particularly hard thrust, and then he’s pulling away. You look at him, mind in a haze, but still dumbfounded. His breath is labored and he looks like he’s having a hard time keeping together, hips thrusting into the air. It boosts your ego to see him this messed up because of you.

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“Did so well for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo tells you, voice strained from effort but still full of fondness, and you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach at the praise. It seems like he wants his orgasm to ebb away. At the look you’re giving him, he adds: “Wanna cum with you.”

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You mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. Wonwoo caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. His fingers brush against your nipple, the whine you let out being swallowed by Wonwoo’s greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.

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And then Wonwoo’s sucking. Hard.

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It caughts you off guard, hips lifting off of the bed and thigh pressing tightly against Wonwoo’s cock, his groan being muffled by your skin. He bites, suckles and kisses the particular spot underneath your jaw, so far up your neck you won’t be able to hide it, especially because it’s summer. And you feel warm all over, how he always remembers exactly your pleasure point, the place that has your head spinning with pleasure.

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Your hands fly to his hair, cunt throbbing with need when he tongues at the purple hickey, and it’s throbbing, pulsating with how hard he sucked. It leaves you breathless, not having time to recover when Wonwoo pulls your shirt up until he can get one nipple into his mouth.

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“Wonwon, fuck,” you whimper, body oversensitive with all that has been going on, and Wonwoo growls at the nickname, hand coming to pinch your other nipple like he’s telling you how much this affects him. “Please—”

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Wonwoo bites at it, tongue coming to soothe the pain later, and you’re sure the grip you have on his hair must be painful, but he says nothing; only looks more intent on making you moan. Wonwoo busies himself with sucking hickeys all over the place as one of his hands continues to descend down your body, thumb pressing in a spot by your hips that has your back arching and a desperate whine being pulled out of you.

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Down and down, his fingers then slips inside your penties, brushing across your clit so lightly that it has your whole body rocking with shivers.

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But then, Wonwoo’s body goes completely still. You feel him tensing under your palms, heat already flooding your face when you know he feels it, feels the way you’re already stretched open for him.

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“You—” he starts but stops himself, pushing a finger inside for great measure. Wonwoo growls when he meets almost no resistance, face lifting from where it rests on your chest to look at you. “When?”

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The intensity of his voice leaves your mouth dry.

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“E-earlier, in the— in the s-shower,” you confess, voice quiet, and you can’t look away, Wonwoo’s eyes pinning you to your spot.

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“Hah,” he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. Wonwoo pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. You moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. “Acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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He gyrates his hand, pushing hard and without mercy, right before he adds another finger, this time more slowly. It burns a little, his fingers way bigger than yours, but you love the slight pain.

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“Did you come into my house knowing I would fuck you?” Wonwoo asks, knows the answers but does it anyway. He moves his hand a little, waiting for your to be more comfortable with the sensation of his fingers, but as soon as your frown turns upside down, Wonwoo has no restrains whatsoever, fucking into you fast and sharp. “Fingered yourself knowing that I would split you open on my big cock?”

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You can’t even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but Wonwoo holds your waist with his free hand and pins them down hard. Your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can’t stop the loud moans slipping through your lips, doesn’t even care about the neighbors as your nails sink into Wonwoo’s back to the point it might leave tiny crescent moons all over it.

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“Did you come back then?” Wonwoo continues, pace unforgiving even when tears well up into your eyes. He trusts you to use your safeword if needed as much as you trust him to use his. “Did you?”

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You struggle to answer, voice being surrendered to moans and whines and whimpers and it’s hard to focus when he’s hitting your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

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“Ah! Ah, hmmm, f-fuck, please Won— Wonwon,” you try, can’t even understand how you still manage to get red when you realise Wonwoo is looking at you with so much desire. The point you both most like about your relationship is that Wonwoo is the dom, but he knows you have him in the palm of your tiny hands. “I, ah, d-din’t. Di— Didn’t want to, fuck, please— c-come without you—”

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Wonwoo pulls his fingers out at that, your cunt clenching around nothing as he goes lighting fast to take both of your clothes off, grab your waist and flip you on your stomach just as he reaches for the nightstand to grab what you know very well it’s a bottle of lube. He pulls your hips up until you’re face down, ass up on the bed, the hurry in all of this only sending desperation all over your body, and the sound of the cap being opened has butterflies in your stomach.

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“Yeah? Fuck,” Wonwoo sounds a mess, fingers hurrying to close a fist on his cock and jerk it off furiously to spread the lube better, the wet head nudging against your rim. “Fuck, shit, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

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“Do it,” you beg. “Please.”

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And who is he to deny what you want?

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Wonwoo pushes inside you slowly despite his hunger, knows he’s big and there’s an alarming size difference between the both of you.

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Your hands clench into fists and it feels like you’re being impaled onto Wonwoo’s cock, going deeper than any cock you ever taken before. Tears cling to your lashes as a small jolt of pain runs up your spine, the lube easing Wonwoo’s way in. Overall you’re proud of yourself, haven taken him before, more times than you can count, and you accommodate his cock like a pro.

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Your chest heaves, no amount of air feels like enough as Wonwoo’s cock all but punches everything out of you. You’re biting at the pillow by the time the last of it pushes into you, a haze surrounding your mind because it feels so good.

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Wonwoo’s groan transforms into a moan once he’s buried all the way into you, hips flush against your ass and spreading you open so wide and so deep, you would think you might break if you didn’t know any better. You gasp, back arching downward as you take your time to adjust to the large intrusion.

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Wonwoo kisses your shoulder tenderly, waiting for you to grow used to the feeling. He can be rough when it comes to bed, but he always is mindful of you no matter how impatient and desperate he is. There’s this soft feeling going on inside you, mixing with your pleasure and it only serves to make you more needy.

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Wonwoo doesn’t move for a while, hot breath falling against your neck as he stands behind you. You feel surrounded — his scent everywhere, the pulse of the hickeys he carved on your skin, the press of his long fingers on your waist —, your submission for Wonwoo’s eyes only.

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You nod at him.

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A lick at your neck is all the warning you get before Wonwoo pulls out so very slowly, cock dragging against your walls and rim. It feels like forever, you whining at the sensation, and then you’re being slammed back into.

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“Ah!” you gasp, eyes blurry as you struggle for air. You moan as Wonwoo drags himself back out again, and thrusts right back in and groans at the feeling. “Y-yes—”

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“So good,” Wonwoo growls, close to inhumane as he continues with that pace. “So fucking good.”

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Eventually, Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be able to go slow anymore, thrusts turning sharper and harder, his pace unrelenting. You find yourself almost screaming through it, so overwhelmed by the size of him — a good overwhelmed, the best overwhelmed —, but the way you feel so full and the exponential pleasure leaves you numb to any other thought.

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Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo, your mind seems to chant, fucked open mercilessly by your boyfriend.

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“Taking cock like a pro, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Wonwoo says, stops for a second, adjusts his hips, and then slams back right into your sweet spot, like he knows where it is by heart. Your body lurches forward, bed slamming against the wall. Hands reaching to hold onto something, you scramble against the sheats until one of them fists it and the other holds the pillow for dear life. “You’re gonna wake the whole hall, screaming like that.”

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You have enough of a decency to feel ashamed about it, but it’s not like neither of you actually care. If anything, Wonwoo fucks you harder, hips jamming inside you until your throat hurts from all the noises you’re making.

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“Please, p-please— I wanna— I h-have to— Fuck, ah!” you’re not even sure about what you’re begging for, Wonwoo pulling your hips to meet his thrusts half way. You love this, feeling like a ragdoll, being thrown around and only able to take what he gives to you.

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“Good little girl,” Wonwoo croons, his voice rough. Your skin glistens with sweat, the shimmering red light reflecting on it. “Looking so beautiful taking my cock.”

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You’re not sure what compels you after he says that but you reach down, hand smoothing down your abdomen because you feel like Wonwoo is spearing you open. But you go completely tense, squeezing Wonwoo so hard he stutters with a moan, because under your palm there is the outline of his cock protruding against your lower belly. The feeling makes you so overwhelmed that you can’t hold it in, whithe pleasure flooding you as you end up coming, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you’re crying all the way through it.

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“You’re coming?” Wonwoo deadpans, sounding surprised and angry at the same time. “Holy shit, you’re coming untouched and without my permission? What were you think—”

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Wonwoo’s complaint immediately dies down when you bring a trembling hand to grab his wrist and put his fingers in the cause of your orgasm. There’s a beat of silence, the both of you completely still, and then Wonwoo is growling the most animalistic growl you ever heard him do, the sheer intensity of it rocking all the way to your bones. He presses his hips so tightly into yours it has you sobbing.

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“Fuck,” it’s all he says, tone two octaves lower and sounding dangerous, doesn’t even have it in him to punish you. “Fuck.”

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It’s like the caged beast he keeps so carefully locked deep within himself started to surface. Wonwoo pushes your head down on the mattress, the other hand still on your belly. He pulls out until the tip and then slams back inside, as hard as he can, and you downright scream at the feeling, the oversensitiviness adding up to your pleasure.

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There’s another few seconds of silence, and then Wonwoo is fucking you brutally. His moans echo through the room, so completely desperate that it has you wailing, sobbing, crying desperate pleas for more.

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“Look at that,” Wonwoo says, hand pressing harder against the bulge in your stomach. “Pushed my big cock into you until your insides were forced to make room for it.”

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He grabs your arm and yanks you up, your back pressing against his chest and an arm circling around your waist. The other comes up to squeeze your left breast as you practically sit on his thighs. You moan at the feeling of his pierced nipple dragging against your skin every time he fucks up into you, your body only held in place because of the firm grip Wonwoo has on you.

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Sobbing, you feel like you’re losing yourself in the sensations, Wonwoo’s cock pounding into your cunt and his voice by your ear and the burn of his hips hitting your ass — by now it must be all red, the marks probably going to linger for some time. You can’t hold yourself together anymore, mouth open and drooling, tears clinging to your lashes, staccato moans falling from your lips that break on every thrust. You’re limp against Wonwoo, can’t even fuck back, letting him have his way with you.

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“Drooling all over yourself for my cock,” Wonwoo says, fucks in deep against your sweet spot and mouths at the side of your neck. “Because of me, right? Tell me.”

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“Y-you— yours, yours, please,” your head falls back on his shoulder, hand pressing tightly in the shape of his cock in your stomach, and at this point you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore.

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“I’ve broken you in, fuck.”

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And he did, really. He has broken you in, has you crying on his cock.

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“You belong to who?” Wonwoo pressed his hips flush on your ass, grinds hard enough for your body to be sent forward. A short few seconds so you can take a breath — or at least try to. “Hm? Who’s fucking you this good?”

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“W-Wonwoo, Wonwon, you, please,” you cry out as he starts to fuck you mercilessly again, the brutal pace punching moans out of you. “Ah, ah, ah, p-please, haaah, I’m y-yours— yours, b-belong to, hmmm, to you only, please!”

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“Yeah,” Wonwoo echoes, thrusts turning erratic and groans morphing into moans. “Mine.”

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“I can’t — I’m g-gonna—”

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“Come for me.”

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And it’s enough for you. Your muscles tense, toes curling as hot, white pleasure surges through your body and floods you until you fall limp on the bed, hips only up because Wonwoo is holding them tightly. You clench around his cock involuntarily, his groan muffled by your hair and he’s coming, Wonwoo’s cock twitching inside you as thick spurts of come fill you to the brim. They seem to be endless, his spunk filling you up until it’s dripping out and down your thighs.

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You don’t remember much of what happens later. Your mind spins and then you fall into a most needed slumber.

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You wake up a bit disoriented, having no idea how much has passed since you fell asleep, but you realise you’re all cleaned up and dressed, head resting in Wonwoo’s — thankfully, for the sake of your precious pussy — clothed chest as he uses his cellphone. He smells clean too, hair still a little bit wet, and you smile thinking that the shower you both took before going to bed was useless.

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“You’re up?” comes Wonwoo’s question when he feels your lips moving against him, placing his phone somewhere on the bed and circling his arms around you. You move your head, looking up at him with fondness.⠀

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“Hey, baby,” you breathe out, reaching to peck him in the lips once. He smiles, that kind of smile that leaves you breathless with love.

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“Hey, my love,” Wonwoo laughs when you blush at the pet name. It’s so sweet and endearing, you always feel warm whenever he says it. “I see you still get all red when I call you that.”

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“Shut up,” you swat at his arm, Wonwoo’s following laugh sounding like the best music you ever heard. “How much did I sleep?”

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“Not much,” he presses you tighter against him. “I think one hour? Something like that.”

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“Thanks for taking care of me,” you say, legs tangling with his and the smile never leaving your lips.

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“Of course, my love. Always will take care of you,” Wonwoo nuzzles your hair and inhales. “Got kind of surprised that I managed to fuck you into unconsciousness.”

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“Wonwoo,” you mortify with a laugh, hitting his chest, but he only giggles at you. He giggles. Your heart might explode soon.

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“What? Can’t I be happy that I pleasured my tiny girlfriend the way she deserves to?” Wonwoo says, and it sounds like a joke, but when you look up at him again to make a retort, the reverence in his eyes surrenders you speechless.⠀

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He stares at you with so much admiration and love, like you’re the most beautiful thing ever.

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“I love you,” you say instead, cheeks hurting from the way you’re smiling, and Wonwoo seems to be caught off guard because he’s blushing. Wonwoo’s blushing. He’s so cute you want to die.

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“Shut up and go back to sleep,” he coughs, pushing your head against his chest and you laugh at this shyness. “I love you too.”

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Yes. The warmness of his hands, the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the love in his eyes, the sweetness of his words — you missed everything about Jeon Wonwoo.

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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Steamy Nights

Shouta Aizawa steaminess + suggestive language

Please note that y/n is obviously of age in this one

wc: 2.4k

Tell me why I got 🦋 when writing this loll. This man is fineee

Stretched out on Aizawa’s couch, you were waiting for him to get home after another long day of teaching. A little while ago he’d given you a key to his place, which was a big surprise since he values his privacy so much. Since you hadn’t been able to see him for a few days, you figured tonight would be the perfect time to use it. Work was really taxing on him lately and you knew he was stressed. Probably over stressed. To make the most of the night, you decided to set the atmosphere.

The apartment already had Shouta’s personality all over it. Lots of dark furniture and wood. Absolutely no harsh lighting, just a few dim lamps. His walls were scattered with some paintings he’d bought on your art show dates together. Old books and blankets everywhere. His sweet cat usually curled up in her corner.

He had a drawer full of scented candles. Your favorite was the cinnamon one but he claims it’s too sweet for him. Although you highly doubted he’d even notice the difference, he just holds random stubborn opinions sometimes without any good reason behind it. Just wanting things to complain about. Most people found his pessimistic grumpy attitude unattractive but...he’s just moody. An exterior shell. Inside was was soft and sweet.

You’d just finished lighting a few of the cinnamon candles and putting on some of his favorite music in the background when you heard the door click open.

He’s always so light on his feet. Sometimes if you weren’t paying close attention he’d come in and scare the life out of you on accident.

You rounded the corner, excited to see him.

“Hey Eraserhead.”

You always called him by is pro name when he’s in his hero costume. People usually assumed it was out of respect or privacy but he knew the real reason. You were teasing him. You disliked his hero name and his hero outfit. Recalling the day Present Mic convinced him to use it, you’d pestered him relentlessly to put more effort into it. Insisting he’d regret it one day. He said he didn’t care...but now look at him.

“Please y/n, when are you going to stop calling me that?” He said rubbing his eyes. He was low energy as usual.

“After you change it.”

“I can’t change it.”

“Exactly.” You whispered smugly.

He sighed. No matter how many times you had this conversation you would always win. Rightfully but he wouldn’t admit it.

You drifted over to greet him properly. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and placing a sweet lingering kiss on his cheek.

And as for his boring, baggy costume...you understood it’s purpose. He wore it to stand out less, aiding in his fight style. But it was still a pain since you couldn’t properly hug him in it. The capture weapon was always in your face and you could hardly feel his body through the layers.

His modest attire duped most people. Making his tastefully well built body underneath a best kept secret. Which you supposed was an upside. Only you (and Present Mic for some reason) had ever really gotten to see him shirtless.

“I’m going to change.” He said kissing your forehead. He knew exactly what you were thinking.

He reemerged from his room a few minutes later. Wearing a droopy black shirt and sweatpants that were loose around his hips. You could see the dipped lines of his V. Just north was his lightly defined six pack. And just south was unfortunately concealed under black briefs and his untied waistband...

He caught you staring.

Feeling red and exposed you quickly redirected your attention to something else. “So are you hungry babe? I could make something?”

He declined.

“Okay...what about grading assignments. Do you want help to make it go faster?”

Declined again. Apparently he worked straight through lunch to finish that already.

You were beginning to feel useless. You’re supposed to be making him de-stress but it’s like he was so self-sufficient there was no room for you.

You sat next to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you. You brushed some hair behind his ear. His long dark hair was always messy from his constant naps. Plus, you constantly running your fingers in it doesn’t help that situation. He was quiet. Massaging his temples. You could see the tension on his face. It made your heart twinge with pain. Just then you noticed his ear fully. He had at least six piercings on this one but he wasn’t wearing any of his earrings. Usually he’d put them on when he wasn’t at work but he didn’t tonight. And you knew exactly why.

“Babe. I have an idea.”

“And what’s that?” He played along.

He would take them out when he secretly wanted one of your amazing head massages. You always focus on his ears and temples just like he liked so he’d left out his earrings hoping you’d get the hint. This man could never just ask for something in his life. Luckily you could read him like a book.

“Come on.” You purred. Pulling him with both hands off the couch. He complied wearily.

Aizawa didn’t spend much of the money he made from pro hero work on lavish things. The only times he splurged was to buy you nice gifts. However, you did convince him to purchase one nice thing for himself. You knew he wanted it anyways but was just too stubborn to actually buy it.

A jacuzzi tub. He loves hot baths after a day of dealing with his “problem children” students. It was the only thing that could get his muscles to relax. And the moisture from the steam felt nice on his eyes.

Making sure to bring a candle and the speaker with, you lured him into the bathroom.

“Want to take a bath with me?” You asked sweetly.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” A tiny smile spread on his lips. You were too irresistible to deny.

“Okay you run it and I’ll go get the wine.” You sang excitedly. “But don’t make it so hot. You almost burnt my skin off last time.”

“It felt normal to me.” He said casually.

“Yea because you’re a psychopath.” You quipped before springing to the kitchen.

You guys had two types of favorite wine. One was for your long deep discussions about art and literature. Or when asks for your advice on dealing with his students because he knows he’d just lose his temper and expel them without your ideas. And the other, the pricier and far more potent one, was saved for special moments. Just like these. You poured your glass full, of course, but you filled his to the tippy top. Not only did he need it, but Lord knows tipsy Aizawa was sexy.

When you returned, he was crouched over testing the water temperature. His face gently lit from the soft glow of the candle in the dark room.

“I made sure to cool it off. No psychopaths here.” He teased trying to sound bored. But his voice was noticeably happier than when he’d arrived.

You instructed him to take a few sips of wine, desperate to get that show rolling.

“I know what you’re doing.” He said with an amused little smile. He swapped the cups in your hands so you now claimed the full one.

“Good. So then you should know exactly how to play along.” You said as you switched the glasses back with a wink.

He sighed in defeat. But that rare smile was still adorning his cheeks. He took a few y/n-approved size drinks.

His hair was falling into his eyes again. You set your glass down on the tub edge and pulled him into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist while you pushed his hair back and secured it in a clip.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said softly.

“I know. Now that I have a key I wanted to come bother you a bit.”

His eyebrow raised at the word bother.

You panicked slightly. Hoping he wasn’t actually bothered that you’d come uninvited.

“That does sound like you.” He said as he kissed your nose. “I hope you do it more often.”

Your heart spasmed.

“Really? You do?” Your insecurities ears’ perked up.

“Why wouldn’t I want that?” He said in his deep sleepy voice.

A happy little smile broke its way through. You could only shrug in response.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and pulled it up slowly. Dragging your knuckles along the dips and bumps of his abs as you went. Gently you pulled it over his head. He helped by raising his arms which just made the rest of his muscles flex. Your heart started beating a little faster. No matter how many times you saw him he always made you flustered.

Your eyes were glued on him. His tattoos were now completely visible. Another best kept secret. They trailed around his shoulder, back and half his chest. You placed some honeyed kisses on his collar bones as you pulled down his sweatpants and briefs to leave him fully undressed. He was mouthwatering type sexy. The candlelight was highlighting all his high points in the best possible way. The music was perfectly complimenting your emotions and the sleepy eyes staring at you so lovingly were severely compromising your thought process. There were a lot of things you wanted to do with him suddenly but you focused your eyes on the goal here. A relaxing, hot bath.

Bath bath bath.

Reluctantly containing yourself you pried his hands off your waist and nudged him towards the water.

“Okay okay, go on.”

“You’re coming too right?” He said as he grazed your bottom lip with his thumb.

You nodded, butterflies erupting in your tummy.

He laid down in the water and took some more large swigs of wine. His glass was half empty before you’d even taken your first sip. He watched you undress with intent in his eyes, soaking in every curve and dip of you as well. He reached an arm out to you once you’d fully unclothed. He wanted his hands on you immediately.

But you had a goal here. Bath. Massage. Focus.

You slipped in behind him so that he laid between your legs. His broad shoulders nearly covered your whole body when he leaned back against you.

The tub was huge. Easily fit you both and could probably add another person.

“And now for my favorite part.” You announced as you switched the tub on its low setting. The rumbling under the water sending tiny vibrating waves around the whole tub.

Definitely worth spending his money.

Your hands rubbed every inch of him you could reach. His abs, the thick muscular sides of his waist, his biceps. You alternated between hugging his neck whispering cute things in his ear and massaging him.

Of course he was practically falling asleep as you spent time on his ears and temples. His head was heavy against your chest. It was so cute. You loved when he fell asleep on you.

But you knew he was keeping himself awake. He was rubbing your legs and the backs of your thighs. Squeezing and kneading them gently. Placing kisses on your arms and hands whenever he got the chance.

After about 20 minutes and one refresh of hot water, both your glasses were empty. He’d drank most of it since he’d downed the last few sips of yours too.

Wanting to see his handsome face again you shifted and positioned yourself to sit on his lap, thighs wrapped snuggly around his waist. After making sure you were fully comfortable, he leaned back against the tub and closed his eyes. He pulled you close and trailed circles with his fingertips up and down your back under the warm water. He loved the weight of you on him. You both exhaled a deep stress relieving breath.

The steam was working its magic, the rumbling of the jets felt so good massaging your legs. And his heart beat, you could feel it through his chest. It was slow and steady. Making you drowsy off him.

He noticed you were lost in thought, stroking his hair and tracing your fingers along the lines of his tattoo. He took advantage of this time to soak in all your features, watching you under drooping lashes. The flush of your cheeks, the delicate arrangement of your beauty marks. The far off expression on your face, he knew it well. He loved observing you when you were like this. You were beautiful.

“Relaxed yet?” You purred. Starting to tease him with soft kisses.

“Almost there.” He replied before catching you to deepen the kiss. Your soft skin and body heat was melting him away. He wanted more. Using both hands he pressed your back into it.

He savored your lips for a long while, becoming more and more passionate as the seconds ticked by and the wine hit his bloodstream.

You felt him shifting underneath you. Squirming slightly from the pressure that was building up. More butterflies. His hands clamped down around your hips.

“Okay your plan worked.” He smiled into your kiss. Eyes still closed.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to.”

He tapped his finger against the empty wine glasses.

You started sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear. You knew tipsy Shouta always got turned on by that.

His arms both constricted tightly around your waist. His hips were pressing up into you now with impatience.

“Let’s go to my room.” He concluded. You giggled, causing your lips to vibrate against his sweet spot. You heard the soft moan from deep in his throat.

He stood up keeping you wrapped tightly around him, carrying you with ease.

He half-heartedly patted you both down with a towel, his hand not losing contact with your ass for a second.

Before he could whisk you out of the bathroom you grabbed the speaker and candle again.

The scent wafted into the air around you.

“Mm that smells good.” He said distracted for only a moment before his lips gravitated to your body again.

“Oh really. So you do like it.” You said with the smuggest tone. “You’ll never guess what scent it is Shouta.”

He didn’t reply. Too distracted with kissing your shoulders.

“Cinnamon.” You said with as much sass and emphasis as you could muster.

He paused. Caught. How did you always get him like this?

He pulled back rolling his eyes with a smile. Nose to nose now, you pressed him further with a smirk.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Looking directly in your eyes he said, “Mhm. Keep this same energy when I take you in there.”

And just like that he’d knocked down your resolve and your whole body started fluttering.

He carried you into his bed and you two “relaxed” for the rest of the night.

😳 the way I want to be y/n.

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seb-writess · 2 years

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Breaking Toes

Pairings: Noctis/Prompto/Gladio/Ignis

Rating: Explicit

Notes: A conintuiation of my last OT4 fic, Happiest Season, but absolutely can be read as a stand alone!

Status: Chapter 1/?

Summary: Prompto has not one, not two, but three boyfriends now... What exactly is he supposed to do with them?

Preview: Noctis is sitting up now so he can lean over and basically glare into Prompto’s eyes.

“Did you think we were just making all these plans without you?”

Prompto is a little dumbfounded, so just says a hesitant- “Kind of?”

He moves to sit up as well.

“You guys don’t have to. You were already planning this before we started dating; I don’t want to cramp your style or disrupt anything or-” He’s talking out of his ass now.

Noctis crawls over Ignis (who sputters when he gets a knee in his stomach and smacks Noctis on the rear for it), grabs Prompto’s shoulders and pulls them so close together their noses are touching.

“Prompto! You’re coming! You’re invited! And-!” He cuts Prompto off when he starts to speak again. “It’s because we like you and we want you to come! No. Other. Reason!”

“We apologise for the miscommunication error,” Ignis says beside him. “We assumed when we told you about this trip it was a given you were coming.”

“We weren’t just gloating!” Gladio puts in.

“It’s not a ‘us and you’ thing. It’s just an us thing!” Noctis’ breath is warm against Prompto’s face. He kind of wants to kiss him.

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Prompto has learnt a lot about his three new partners in the weeks they’ve been together.

Ignis might like cooking but it’s Gladio who likes baking. Noctis is surprisingly good at cleaning.

They’ve got two cars, and rent a 2 bedroom house amongst the suburbs in uptown Insomnia. Apparently, Noctis’ family owns a lot of real estate, so they get it for a good price. It’s a little out of the way of Prompto’s own apartment, but it’s closer to his university campus, so he often visits them when he’s done working on his visual arts dissertation for the day.

Gladio still loves playing hockey but old injuries make it hard to do so for prolonged periods of time. Noctis, likewise, has an old back injury that puts him in a certain kind of mood sometimes where all three give him a wide berth.

Noctis has tattoos. Three sets of numbers listed down his ribcage. Ignis has piercings in the shell of his ear. Gladio is decked in his one tattoo but he’s constantly growing it at his tattoo studio.

Prompto has gone on group dates with all three and two at a time. Individual dates are easier than wrestling all their schedules to cooperate at once, but Prompto never complains. It’s easy to step in beside whoever wants him and breathe in their company for the evening.

Then there’s nights like these. Where all four find the time to come together but unilaterally decide they’d rather do nothing than enjoy each other’s company.

Ignis cooked a bomb-ass dinner. They watched a few bad horror movies. It became so late the buses stopped running, and all three had too many beers to drive Prompto home. He thinks they did that on purpose, but he’s far from complaining as he squishes tight to Ignis’ back.

“Oh, Noct, before I forget,” Ignis says. His voice rumbles and Prompto can feel it against his own chest. “Make sure you pick up the good chocolate for the camping trip next week.”

Noctis makes a grunt of acknowledgement where he’s falling asleep between Ignis and Gladio.

“Duh. They’re not smores unless it's hersheys.”

And Prompto is reminded again of his place in the group.

Or rather, outside it.

They can talk about plans without Prompto. That’s cool too. He tells himself they’d been planning this camping trip for weeks. Just an unfortunate snag in timing. It doesn’t mean they don’t like him.

They’re incredible, all three of them, at including Prompto in this life they’ve already built together, but Prompto would be lying if he said he still didn’t feel like he was on the outskirts sometimes. It’s not their fault, and maybe that makes it harder for the insecurities to take a back seat and just let him enjoy this, but Prompto tries to swallow them as best he can. The last thing he wants to do is poke at the rift he feels that already divides him from the others.

Besides, as someone who’s the newest member of their little gang, it’s okay they want time together as the OG-3. Prompto doesn’t abhor them for that.

He thinks.

“And bug spray,” Gladio says. He’s probably the most awake of them, reading his book, using Noctis’ shoulder as a prop. “I’m not coming home with spotty tits again!”

Noctis wakes up enough to laugh into his pillow.

“I suggested a shirt,” Ignis says.

“You know I’m allergic.”

“And we all thank you for that,” Noctis says in between giggles.

Prompto smiles too. He hugs Ignis tighter.

“Make sure you guys take lots of pictures for me,” he mutters between Ignis’ shoulder blades.

There’s a sudden silence that rips through the room.

Or you don’t have to. That’s cool. Ouch.

“Prompto, do you not like camping?” Ignis asks, turning in Prompto’s arms a little.

Prompto pops his head over Ignis’ shoulder so he can look at the three of them.

“Hm? Yeah, I love camping.”

Noctis reaches his leg over Ignis’ to kick at Prompto.

“Then take them yourself, lazy-ass.”

Hang on.

“I’m invited?”

They all talk at once.

“Why wouldn’t you be!?”

“Of course you are, you numbskull!”

“Like hell you’re not coming with us!”

Noctis is sitting up now so he can lean over and basically glare into Prompto’s eyes.

“Did you think we were just making all these plans without you?”

Prompto is a little dumbfounded, so just says a hesitant- “Kind of?”

He moves to sit up as well.

“You guys don’t have to. You were already planning this before we started dating; I don’t want to cramp your style or disrupt anything or-” He’s talking out of his ass now.

Noctis crawls over Ignis (who sputters when he gets a knee in his stomach and smacks Noctis on the rear for it), grabs Prompto’s shoulders and pulls them so close together their noses are touching.

“Prompto! You’re coming! You’re invited! And-!” He cuts Prompto off when he starts to speak again. “It’s because we like you and we want you to come! No. Other. Reason!”

“We apologise for the miscommunication error,” Ignis says beside him. “We assumed when we told you about this trip it was a given you were coming.”

“We weren’t just gloating!” Gladio puts in.

“It’s not a ‘us and you’ thing. It’s just an us thing!” Noctis’ breath is warm against Prompto’s face. He kind of wants to kiss him.

Prompto doesn’t know what to think of all this. He feels himself tearing up a little.

“Okay.” His voice is wobbly with aforementioned tears. “I didn’t mean to make you guys worry.”

Noctis tuts, finally letting go of his intense hold on Prompto’s shoulders.

“Prompto,” Ignis says gently. Prompto turns to him. He’s not wearing his glasses, so Prompto can see his beautiful green eyes in full. “To make it perfectly clear, we wouldn’t ask you to be a part of this if we wanted you only sometimes. That’s not how this works. So if you’re worried about stepping on anyone’s toes-”

“Break them!” Noctis provides helpfully.

“Fuck us up, babe!”

“I was going to say ‘please don’t’ but, yes, what they said.”

Prompto is shaking a little.

Another thing he’s learnt since he started dating them. Three boyfriends means three times the amount of emotions, and in moments like this, he feels it in every cell of his body. He swallows his tears because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself, but his voice betrays him.

“Thank you. A lot.”

He wants to say more but in danger of anything more leaking out, he opts for kissing Noctis instead.

Noctis kisses him back.

—-

Prompto wakes up late but he feels great.

All three have already left, with a slew of messages in the group chat about helping himself to whatever’s in the fridge and an invitation to stay again for dinner. Prompto smiles, and sends a few messages back.

He doesn’t have a lot to do today. He vaguely thinks he should go home and get his text books and work on his paper, but he’s still feeling a little tingly from the night before.

He hesitates picking up his phone again, but figures this is as good a time as any to start practising what they discussed. He’s a little nervous at first, but finally works up the nerve to ask if anyone is up for lunch.

Gladio has a client and has to work through lunch. Noctis is busy tracking down last minute camping gear. Ignis invites him to his office.

Prompto smiles, relieved, and gets up to shower and dress before heading into town.

He picks up sandwiches and drinks (soda for him, ebony for Ignis) on the way. Ignis tells him he’s just finishing up a meeting but to head into his office; they know he’s coming.

He’s been to Ignis’ work before, but that was with Noctis and Gladio so he only had to follow them as the security guard waved them through. Alone though, the lobby seems far too intimidating, and amongst the rest of people in suits, rushing around with briefcases, he feels like a hangnail. Totally out of place and kind of a pain to deal with.

But Prompto steals himself, tells his anxiety to take a chill pill, and asks the security guard to let him in. The guard squints a bit, but must remember his wild hair and leather vest, so gives him a guest pass and ushers him up.

Prompto finds the rest of his way to Ignis’ office, no problems.

Ignis’ office sits on one of the upper floors so it overlooks a beautiful view of the city. The office is big and spacious, but the sleek and sharp cornered furniture doesn’t invite hominess; just a lot of no-nonsense he’s sure is welcomed in a space like this.

Prompto looks around the room.

He tries not to snoop but he’s fascinated by all the things Ignis keeps on his desk. Ignis is constantly surprising him, they all are. His pen holder is in the shape of a cat and it looks hand painted. His keyboard flashes rainbow lights as it sits idle. It still all screams professional, but Prompto likes the little bit of fun Ignis has used to make it his own.

There’s a few photos sitting on the shelf behind the desk. Prompto notices a lot of them are of family members, old friends, plenty of Ignis, Noctis and Gladio.

There’s one of all four of them.

Prompto feels his heart skip a beat.

He remembers taking that photo. They had gone down to the beach for a day. It had still been cold, but the first of the snow was starting to thaw, and they had all wanted to see the water. Prompto had set up the tripod and the timer on his camera, and crowded in between Noctis and Gladio, Ignis pressed close to Noctis’ right. It’s a good photo, tied to a good memory.

Prompto had no idea Ignis had already framed it.

The door opens and Prompto startles a little. He can hear Ignis saying good-bye to his colleagues as he tries to shuffle through.

“Yes, I’ll get that done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a very important client to see.”

Prompto’s heart lurches a bit, but tries not to be disappointed. Ignis is a busy man, it makes sense there’d always be someone who needs his attention. He can leave the food and come back another day.

Ignis finishes saying his good-byes then slips in, locking the door behind him. Prompto waves at him. Prompto wants to say hi, but Ignis wants to crowd him against the desk and kiss him. Prompto like’s Ignis’ idea more.

Except the kiss doesn’t stop. It turns deep. Ignis' tongue makes quick work of delving into his mouth. Prompto hums, enjoying the change of pace.

“Good to see you too.”

Ignis scoffs.

“It’s been a long day already.” Ignis says, pushing their bodies together. Prompto pushes himself up so he’s sitting on the desk. Ignis slides between his legs. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Prompto ducks his head a little. He can’t stop smiling as he meets Ignis’ eyes again. Ignis descends to his skin.

“I’m sorry you have to see another client so suddenly.”

It’s hard to talk when a tall, extremely handsome man who is good with his tongue is sucking on your neck. Prompto feels himself jolt when Ignis nips under his jaw.

“Hm? Oh. That.” Ignis just keeps kissing Prompto. Kisses his jaw, his ear, his lips. Long fingers are tracing lines up the sides of his thighs. Prompto is suddenly growing aware they’re a lot closer than they were before. “That’s just code for ‘I’m seeing my boyfriend. Disturb me and die.’”

Then there’s not a lot of room for Prompto to make a reply.

He thinks distantly he did come here with food and he is kind of hungry, but Ignis is digging fingernails into his back and rocking his hips forward and suddenly Prompto is a different kind of hungry.

Ignis pulls away suddenly, breathless, his hair a little mussed, shirt slightly ruffled. Fuck that’s hot. Prompto has seen Ignis dressed pristinely in a three piece suit at a gala, and also completely dishevelled as he steps out of the shower after a particularly stressful day. This is a new look, again, and it might be Prompto’s favourite. A little taste of both aesthetics.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I seem to have gotten carried away. It’s easy to do so with you.”

Prompto wants to scream. He’s so hot. His boyfriend is so hot and nice and cute and he looks like he could eat Prompto whole.

“You can keep getting carried away,” Prompto says. “I don’t mind.”

He can’t think of a less lame way to say ‘please keep kissing me, you’re really good at it’.

Ignis regards him, studying him and their current position. It only serves to turn Prompto on more.

“Prompto, we don’t have to do this here. I know it’s your first time with any of us and-“

Prompto shuts him up by kissing him hot and heated and rocking himself against Ignis’ crotch. He knew he was getting hard but now he feels it and he feels Ignis too.

“What was that about stepping on toes?” He asks. He’s already shaking with anticipation.

“Right. Break them.”

Prompto would have thought Ignis would be meticulous about his desk, not wanting nary a pencil out of place. He feels special when Ignis disregards every item on it. He shoves it all aside, most of it toppling to the floor, so he can slam Prompto into the surface.

Prompto moans as deft fingers work at his belt and fly and cup his length.

Prompto gasps.

“I've thought of thousands of ways of having you,” Ignis says, lips hot against Prompto’s clavicle.

“O-oh, yeah?” Prompto is trying to find purchase anywhere, or he feels like he’ll slip onto the floor in a horny puddle. He scratches under Ignis’ shirt, feeling hot, tanned skin under his fingers. Ignis has already discarded his work jacket to crumple on the floor.

“We all have.”

Prompto cups his mouth so a scream doesn’t escape as Ignis finally strokes his dick for real.

“D-do you have…uh..”

“Top left draw.”

Prompto twists so he can dig for the supplies in Ignis’ desk. He successfully pulls out lube and a line of condoms and hands them to Ignis. He’s rewarded with a kiss that heats him up bone deep.

Okay. So maybe it’s been a while for Prompto. Like. A couple of months a while.

He and his ex hadn’t exactly made it a regular thing their last weeks together, then he fell into a new relationship with Noctis, Ignis and Gladio soon after that, and it’s not like they’ve been taking it slow. Prompto has seen each of them naked, traded some blowjobs, shared in some heavy petting. But they haven’t gotten to this, and this is where Prompto really wants to be.

Ignis’ fingers deep in his ass, wood hard on his back where it will probably bruise his shoulders. Ignis is talking in his ear, amused lilt to his voice.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m going to have so much fun taking you apart.”

Prompto wishes he had something intelligent to say back to that. Wishes he had anything to say back to that.

Both of them have clothes falling off shoulders and pants pushed down to hips. Prompto loves running his fingers through Ignis’ hair so it gets all messy and shaggy over his elemental green eyes. Ignis seems to love touching Prompto’s thighs, raking nails over them, lifting them up so he can slide in with little resistance.

“Prompto! Dammit!”

Oh, Ignis sounds ruined and Prompto really likes that. Really likes that he can’t seem to put two sentences together as he starts with slow, shallow, and calculated thrusts. He really likes that it’s not long before Ignis is losing all semblance of being careful. Thank Astrals, because Prompto isn’t going to last long anyway and he really doesn’t want to leave having not been completely fucked up.

There’s objects rattling on the desk and more pens fall off but Prompto is busy having the life kissed out of him while Ignis thrusts quickly and smartly into him. His aim is impeccable. As soon as Prompto keens just a little too loudly when Ignis hits one spot, that’s the only spot Ignis hits.

“You’re incredible,” Ignis tells him. Prompto moans.

“Ohmygod,” Prompto pants. Ignis hips haven’t slowed, haven’t wavered, and Prompto is beginning to see stars. Or that might be the possible concussion he’s getting as his head slams against the desk again. “Please, just own me.”

Ignis grins, teeth sharp against Prompto’s lips.

“It would be my pleasure.”

They cum hard and they cum together. Prompto is shaking. Ignis isn’t much better off, completely ragged as he leans heavily against his desk, towering over Prompto. He’s letting out a small string of swear words as he fucks them both through it.

Prompto kisses him sweetly. Ignis returns the notion.

“You’re incredible,” Ignis whispers, no space between them, kissing Prompto again. Prompto has no words in his brain so he just runs a hand up Ignis’ jaw and tries not to fall.

Prompto is straightening his pants, when he sees Ignis fishing wipes out of his desk and starts cleaning up.

Ignis catches his look.

“We don’t exactly make this a regular thing, but it’s happened often enough I’ve found it convenient to keep supplies close.”

Prompto laughs.

“Glad I got my turn then.”

Ignis scoffs again, throwing the wipes away and immediately tying the trash bag.

When they’re a little more presentable and relaxed, Ignis grabs their lunch and pulls Prompto to his office couch where they lounge across it. Prompto will never admit how much he loves cuddling after sex, but thankfully Ignis seems to love it also.

They kiss lazily. Prompto is worried Ignis might hear his heart absolutely jack hammering against his ribcage, but if he does, he ignores it, running fingers softly through his hair and melding their lips together.

It makes for a good afternoon. The sandwiches aren’t bad either.

—

The teasing is inescapable. Gladio goes to find champagne to celebrate Prompto ‘popping his poly-cherry’. Noctis asks him if he smashed any trophies.

“No!?”

“Damn. Gladio and I have been trying to see if we can fuck Iggy hard enough that the rest of his trophies fall off the shelf. Gladio’s only winning by one!”

Ignis grabs Noctis by the back of his hair and yanks his head back to give him a stern look from above.

“That’s why I’ve had to fix them toward the back of the shelf. You two are destructible heathens.”

Noctis only giggles and juts his chin up for a kiss. Despite Ignis’ scolding, he happily complies.

Prompto takes it in good fun. If anything, it just makes him feel more included. One more barrier between them smashed against Ignis’ desk. He feels slightly proud.

#final fantasy xv #promtis #promnis #gladnis #polyship roadtrip

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pillage-and-lute · 3 years

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Pins and Needles: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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The butter yellow of the awning of the new tattoo shop carried on inside. The color scheme was classy, though.

During Geralt’s mostly misspent youth, he’d been inside his fare share of tattoo and piercing parlors. He’d never gotten a tattoo, and his piercings had mostly been his own work, but still, the culture seeped in. He had learned to expect a lot of red and black and exposed brickwork. There was nothing wrong with that look, but he considered the interior of Pins and Needles to be much more friendly.

The walls were a deep blue, denim, if he had to name it, or perhaps Prussian Blue. It was on all the walls, and the ceiling, with the floor in a dark, smooth wood. He wasn’t sure if that was kept from the last shop or was newly installed. The counter was in the same polished, dark wood, so he supposed it was new. All the accents were dandelion yellow, or yellow brass if they were metal. His leg brushed up against a velveteen chair, something of a vintage style, and of course, in that same buttery yellow.

The waiting area had the chair, a matching loveseat, and a high-backed chaise lounge in a teal color. It had more green to it’s color than the walls, and was in a lighter shade, but it was adjacent to the color of the walls, and a pleasing focal point. Overall, Geralt was impressed. The blue and yellow color scheme could have easily been overdone, but it was masterful, and clearly completed by someone with an eye for color.

Ciri was delightedly pouring over a piercing display. Geralt was startled to realize he owned the exact display box. It was, in fact, a large glass terrarium, the metal that same shiny brass. The shelves of piercing were cleverly angled and set within the case so that they were all visible.

“Nice display case, isn’t it?”

Geralt turned, and there was Jaskier. He had a BB8 coffee mug in his hand, and a shimmery teal shirt unbuttoned low. It framed his sternum and the peaks of color visible through his chest hair and pointing down in a tempting arrow to--

“urk,” Geralt said, choking on his own tongue.

“Priscilla found it on the side of the road one day, the legs were scuffed to hell and one was missing, but the glass was intact, so she took it back to her house and fixed it up.”

“I have the same one,” Geralt managed, the tips of his ears reddening.

“Oh, as a display case?”

“Um, it’s a terrarium.”

“Is it really?” Jaskier beamed and Geralt felt like he was dying. “I always thought it was a funny shape. It makes such a lovely focal point along that wall though.”

Ciri was beaming as well. “Dad keeps succulents in his. Is Priscilla the lady that does piercings?”

“She is,” Jaskier said, tilting his head so that his hair flopped and Gerald got a better view of his undercut and dangling chain of a cuff piercing on his ear. “Are you in the market for a piercing, miss...”

“Ciri,” she said, sticking her hand out to shake. “And my dad might get a tattoo sometime, but he’s being a baby about it and doesn’t know what he wants.”

Jaskier shook her hand and levelled a devastating grin at Geralt. “Well, some things aren’t to be rushed, but if your dad ever want’s a tattoo, I’ll give him anything he wants.”

Geralt desperately tried to reel his thoughts in from the absolute trainwreck that that statement illicited. Obviously Jaskier was just trying to sell his craft not offer...anything else.

“Are you taking walk-ins for piercings?” Ciri asked.

“Absolutely,” Jaskier said, turning and shouting. “Priscilla?” Down the hall of the shop where, presumably, the actuall tattooing and piercing rooms were.

“YEah?” came the response.

“Got a consult for you!”

She poked her head out of a room, smiled quickly, popped back in for a second, then emerged. “Hiya, sorry, I was just doing a little sketching, how can I help?”

“I’d like an industrial piercing please,” Ciri said.

Priscilla tilted her head, eyes squinting slightly as she, apparently, assesed Ciri’s ears. “That’ll suit you well, left or right side?”

“Left.”

“Cool,” she looked to Geralt. “I’m assuming you’re the dad?”

“Uh, yes,” Geralt said, feeling wildly out of his depth.

“Great, and does she have your permission for the piercing?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, absolutely.”

“Cool,” Priscilla said, digging behind the counter. “I’ve got paper work for both of you, and then we can get this lovely lady poked full of holes.”

Geralt’s stomach flipped over. Despite how many times he had actually stuck a fucking sewing needle through his own ear as a teenager, he couldn’t stand the thought of normal piercing needles.

“It’s okay, Dad,” Ciri said as they were handed paperwork and pens. “You don’t have to hold my hand or anything, you can wait out here.”

“Great,” Geralt said, looking at the paperwork. Pretty standard stuff, parental release, aftercare papers, all that. He signed quickly and returned the relevant documents, keeping the aftercare instructions.

“Thanks very much,” Priscilla said, checking for signatures before smiling at Ciri again. “Got any jewelry picked out?” They walked over to the case as Ciri gestured to some.

Jaskier was looking at Geralt assessingly over the top of his coffee mug. “You know,” he said. “Most dads aren’t this cool about piercings.” He licked a bit of foam off of his lip and Geralt tried very hard to pretend that he hadn’t seen the flash of a tongue piercing.

“I, uh, I’ve got plenty of bad ones, I’d rather she got her’s done professionally.”

“Bad ones?” Priscilla’s head jerked up. “Can I see?”

Geralt nodded as she was already bustleing over. He brushed the strands of hair that escaped his ponytail back so she could see his ears.

“Amatur work for sure, although no lasting damage, where’d you get these done?”

Geralt flushed. “I did them, uhm, way back.”

“Oh god, you didn’t buy one of those cheep piercing guns, did you?” Priscilla asked, poking gently at Geralt’s ear so she could look at the back of the piercings. Jaskier smiled at Geralt’s probably confused expression.

“No, I used a needle.”

Priscilla pulled back, eyes wide. “A sewing needle?”

Geralt shrugged guiltily.

“Yeah, okay,” she said quickly, turning to Ciri. “Hold out your pinky, you have to make me a promise.”

Ciri’s brow furrowed, but she linked pinky fingers with the excitable piercer.

“I promise,” Priscilla said, gesturing with her other hand for Ciri to repeat after her.

“I promise,” Ciri said.

“Not to pierce myself.”

“Not to pierce myself,” Ciri said, smiling.

“No matter what my dad did.”

“No matter what my dad did,” Ciri finished. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

“Good,” Priscilla said, releasing Ciri’s pinky from it’s hold and sending a theatrical shiver of disgust toward Geralt. “A sewing needle, yikes. C’mon kiddo, we’re gonna stick a needle through your ear, and I’ll show you how a real piercer does it.”

She hurried Ciri into the back room, grabbing a couple sealed packages on the way, needle and jewelry, Geralt presumed.

“Don’t mind Prissy,” Jaskier said. “She’s just very big on piercing safety.”

“No, I agree,” Geralt said. “I was a really stupid kid back then.”

Jaskier smiled and came out from around the counter a bit, leaning against the side, hip jutting in those ungodly tight leather pants. “Ciri seems pretty smart though, does she get it from her mother?”

“Um,” Geralt said, the sight of those long, leather-wrapped legs making his mouth weirdly dry. “I suppose? Her dad was pretty smart, too.”

“Ah, so you’re not her biological dad?” Jaskier said, leaning forward. Geralt wondered for a second if he was fishing, but surely not, pretty tattoo artists didn’t flirt with frumpy guys like him.

“No, uh, but I’ve been her guardian since she was just a baby so...”Geralt trailed off, unsure how to finish.

“That’s very cute.” Jaskier’s eyes trailed down Geralt, then back up. To his shame, Geralt realized he hadn’t even removed his apron.

“You know,” Jaskier said, conversationally. “My dad would have never even thought about letting me get a piercing.”

Geralt looked over the form in front of him, piercings in each ear, more than one, even, a nose ring, and that ellusive tongue ring, as well as the colorful tattoos that swarmed over his skin. “That worked out well for him,” he said without thinking, then blushed.

Jaskier, though, laughed, head back, shoulders shaking. “Indeed,” he said at last. “I shrugged off my father’s wishes rather fully, I think.”

The bell rang as another person entered the shop and Geralt stepped aside as Jaskier went back behind the counter. He sat on the yellow chair and watched Jaskier’s lips--and that hint of silver on his tongue-- as he made the young woman a tattoo appointment.

Jaskier’s hands, full of rings and swirling ink, were so quick on the computer keys, and when he talked with them, they were so expressive.

Geralt wanted to hold one.

Unfortunately, by the time the young woman was gone and Geralt could have possibly had Jaskier’s full attention again, Ciri was all done. Geralt paid, thanked both Jaskier and Priscilla, and went over the care instructions, before he and Ciri crossed the road.

It felt very much like a retreat.

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passable-talent · 3 years

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ya boi is back with a new niche character played by hayden christensen for yall to enjoy.

CW: blood, wounds, cursing, piercings, tattoos, guns, fighting, deaths of unnamed characters

AJ x gn!reader - Takers (2010). the stupid hat grew on me.

dedicated as always to @haydens-moles and @iscariot-rising for being my friends and for appreciating hayden as much as I do

The story of your life, as you loved to explain it, boiled down to a little math joke. Excited five, you called it, or it’s official terminology- five factorial. Written as “5!”, hence the awful pun.

“Factorials,” you’d say, “for those that don’t remember, are a multiplication of every number up to the one that’s being discussed. As such, five factorial is five, times four, times three, times two, times one.”

Your life, your excited five, was as follows: five major scars, four tattoos, three piercings, two eyebrow slits.

“The one is usually ignored,” you’d say, “as it makes no multiplicative difference. That’s why I don’t have a ‘one’.”

In August, 2009, you got your ‘one’. Its a doozy. But we’re not there yet.

~~~

Five major scars.

December 25, 1983. It’s your first Christmas. Your parents think you’re just being a cranky infant, but something way more serious is going on- they find out the next day that you’ve got RSV, a respiratory virus that’s especially dangerous for infants. You spend the next three years periodically using a ventilator whenever the coughing acts up. You don’t remember much of it, other than the vaguely crayon-looking piece of the machine, but you can’t forget that it happened, due to the pretty white scar over the bridge of your nose. It’s not such a gnarly wound as it is a reminder- not of the ventilator that wore through your skin thanks to frequent use, but of the virus that almost took your life only a few months after it had begun.

July 28, 1993. You’re seven years old, staying at your grandmother’s house with your cousin, who’s six months older than you. You’re playing cops and robbers- he’s the cop. The forest streaks by as you run the length of the property, slightly faster than him, but he catches you and throws you down. You land on your back on a jagged rock, not only painfully impacting your spine but digging deeply into your muscles beside it. It was the first hospital visit you remember, and the dark, long scar halfway between your tailbone and your shoulders reminds you never to fall without controlling it.

January 15, 1998. You’re in sophomore year of high school, and not the most popular. You like to play by the rules, and some asshole junior decides that he doesn’t like the way you won’t let him cheat off of your trigonometry homework, and decides that a knife is the best way to settle the problem. Those homework answers weren’t worth the long white line over all four of the knuckles of your left hand, but it is a pretty little reminder that lowlifes do what they want. And law enforcement, or whatever your school called the ‘anti-bullying league’, does jack shit about it.

October 30, 2002. You’re almost done with your certification to become a cop- thank god. You couldn’t stand the people who were to become your graduate class. They were so ready to become cops just to bully people, just to get to weild an iron fist and hide their bloodlust behind the law. Not you- you’re here to do some real good. That’s what they don’t like about you. And that’s why Fred Young splits open your cheek when just he’s supposed to be practicing his sparring. It’s an ugly scar, needed six stitches, but it’s a reminder that even the cops aren’t always the good guys.

May 14, 2004. You’re a new cop, working under detective Wells. There’s a robbery of a jewelry store a few blocks from where you’re patrolling, and as you’re making your way to the scene, a man in a fedora runs smack into you, taking you both to the ground. Broken glass digs into your shoulder, but he apologizes, and his blue eyes look so genuine. He’s afraid. You’d not realize until a month later that he wasn’t a scared bystander, but in fact one of the thieves. The fifth of your scars matches your first meeting with AJ- who would, by the end of the summer, become one of the most important people in your life.

~~~

Four tattoos.

August 4, 1999- Left wrist, inside knob of the bone. The little symbol had represented something to you when you were sixteen, but it had long lost whatever meaning you’d given it. Now, it was just a pattern to pass your thumb over whenever you got restless.

February 16, 2002- The cap of the right shoulder. It was your bunk number, from when you were training to be a cop. Nothing extravagant, but it was supposed to represent the beginning of the rest of your life- it was supposed to represent your calling.

June 1, 2004- Left arm, the outside of the forearm. Bleeding from your first tattoo was a new one, the largest one on your body. It was geometrical and high contrast, black lines loosely following your veins up toward your elbow, as though that left hand was bringing darkness into your body. It did- you shot with your left hand.

July 17, 2004- Right collarbone. A single, circular monogram, made up of six letters.

T A K E R S.

~~~

Three piercings.

April 7, 1989. Your father took you to get your ears pierced, but insisted upon arrival that it was too expensive to get both done, so you only got your left. The assymetrical style would have to grow on you- at six years old, you hated it.

May 19, 2003. You couldn’t have piercings at the academy, they were unprofessional, they were dangerous. So the night of graduation, you went out and got a hole punched into your nostril- the pain made tears well up, but more than anything, it was the satisfaction of giving a pretty little ‘fuck you’ to your superiors, who you’d never see again.

July 18, 2006. AJ takes you to a fancy beauty salon for an eyebrow bar after hearing maybe once that you’d wanted another piercing. You knew you were in love with him- who else in your life had ever paid such close attention to you?

~~~

Two eyebrow slits.

June 23, 2004. You leave the police force. You tell Wells that it’s because you’re pissed you can’t find the guys that robbed the jewelry store, but that’s not even close to the truth. You’ve found them- hell, you got a good look at one of them on the very day of the robbery. But you’ve done the looking, and didn’t have the heart to bring them in. They had families. They donated ten percent of every heist to a charity. They did more for the community than the police you worked for, and they did it clean- they didn’t hurt anybody, if they didn’t have to. They did what you’d hoped to do, when you joined the force. What you’d never gotten to do. Eyebrow slits were considered extremely unprofessional, so the moment you were free of your two week notice, you split open your right eyebrow. It would give a good balance to the bar piercing you hoped to put through your left someday.

March 4, 2007. You’re cleaning up your slit when AJ walks into the room and stands behind you so that you can see him through the mirror. You keep your eyes on the trimmer you’re so delicately running over your skin, but when he opens up a little felt box with a pretty ring inside, you whirl around with such panic that you make the slit approximately half an inch wider than it should’ve been. Lilli helped you fill in the gap for the engagement photos, but you decided to keep a second slit on the other end of the unfortunate shave- a little reminder of the evening in which he proposed to you.

~~~

“The one is usually ignored,” you’d say, “as it makes no multiplicative difference. That’s why I don’t have a ‘one’.”

On August 27, 2009, you got your ‘one’.

You’d been out of the game for two years, choosing not to take a cut of the winnings. You’d advise, you’d plan, you’d set up, but you did not want to be on site when the heist went down. The boys had it taken care of, and you butted heads with Jesse far too often for anyone’s comfort.

You especially couldn’t work on this project, thanks to a little fucker named Ghost- he didn’t trust you, as a member of the Takers he’d never met, and you didn’t trust him, as a criminal you’d never grown to respect.

You knew that most of them didn’t trust Ghost either, but everything he brought forward checked out- AJ must’ve mumbled the plan thirty times in his sleep in the five days from its suggestion to its fruition. There were no holes. Knowing Gordon and John, they had some ‘insurance’ for Ghost, anyway. In case it went wrong.

Still, you stayed at the Hotel Roosevelt through it all. You were their sitter, keeping the hotel room warm and ready for their arrival. They arrived back one by one- and like usual, AJ got there first. He, Gordon, and John were usually the first to get out, but he always made it back to the room first, because that way he could get some time with you. That way, he could have a private reunion, fresh off of a job.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he closed the door, and you waited for him to turn his eyes to you before you gave him a smile. He threw down his bag onto one of the chairs, and it landed with a heavy thump, but you’d long grown used to the sound of the score. However much he pulled, good for him. You were just happy to slip your arms around his neck and feel him kiss the scar on your cheekbone before sliding his lips to yours.

He always kissed different right after a job- before the boys had all gotten back, before the total was counted. He had a confidence to his movement, but there was fear, insecurity, just a tinge. He wasn’t just a taker, he was a man, who had worries and risks just like every other man.

You were out of the game for a few reasons. They had it taken care of. You butted heads with Jesse. You didn’t trust Ghost. But you knew that you were AJ’s biggest fear- you knew that if you got hurt on a job, he’d never forgive himself.

So he kissed you, he held you close, he reminded himself that you were here, you were fine. His long fingers seems to take up half your back, and his hair was already in his face, as though you’d tugged it there yourself.

With just one more pass of your lips over his, you pulled away.

“How’d it go?” You asked with a soft voice, rolling your first finger through the curls at the back of his neck.

“Could’ve gone better,” he said with a chuckle, “but we got it done.” You heard a knock at the door, and Gordon was the next arrival- then John, then Jake, then Ghost. Jesse came last, and with him, a whole host of new problems.

A bullet splintered the door and caught AJ somewhere under the ribcage. Everyone hit the floor, diving behind couches, and you popped your head up long enough to see AJ launch over the kitchen island. The room shattered into gunfire and feathers from expensive pillows, glass shards littering the ground like raindrops. It all moved so fast, and the air exploded into noise. You could barely track AJ through it all, he was so far away, all the way across the room. And you wanted to keep your eye straight down the barrel of your gun.

“AJ!” Jesse called from beside you, hidden behind a brown leather couch, “You okay?” You looked around the side of it, and saw him ten feet from you, the longest ten feet of your life, behind the kitchen island. He was struggling, on his hands and knees.

“Get up,” you snarled, knowing he’d already taken a hit.

“Out the back!” John ordered from the doorway behind you, and you started to realize the moment, the dangerous, heavy moment. AJ was all the way across the room- he couldn’t cross it. Not with these mobsters holding ground.

“Let’s go!” Gordon shouted, and your eyes connected with AJ’s. He saw the same thing you did.

“Go,” he said, voice calm, and it cut through the chaos of the room, cut through every hardened lesson ever pounded into you, cut through every wall you’d ever built around you, around your heart. “I’m coming.”

AJ was a good liar. But he couldn’t lie to you.

“No,” you growled through gritted teeth, and you made a rash decision.

You’d always been good at gymnastics. You had strong control over the movement of your body, and had, ever since you’d learned from your cousin throwing you down onto that stone that split open your back. You could move and slink and roll and dive in ways that would keep you not only from falling, but even from being noticed.

Using the chaos as your cover, you did a tight diving roll across the room to him, slipping between shelters unscathed. This brought you just a bit closer to the mobsters, but further from the back door exit that Gordon had been trying to guide you toward. You’d chose AJ over your safety any day- the surprise and the fear in his eyes said that he wished you wouldn’t.

Making sure you had enough ammo, you considered your final move- this didn’t end until these mobsters did. There were five of them left, after all this commotion: four in the room, one in the hall. You couldn’t take all five, not with their guns being so much more than yours, but you could take out a few. You could shift attention, you could buy time.

And hopefully, you could stay breathing, too. That’d be nice.

“Stay down,” you hissed, leaving AJ behind the island where he’d be forgotten about, or assumed dead. Then, you rounded the corner and rolled to the feet of the closest mobster. As you came out of the roll you caught his legs in yours, wrenching them from under him and taking him to the ground with one of the first moves you’d learned in basic training. He hit the wall hard, and was unconscious by the time he landed- the same could not be said for his friends.

From your right, you could see Gordon, still firing, still hopeful for your and AJ’s escape. Your shoulders were above the couch, so you knew he saw as you turned your weapon to the second mobster before he could turn to you, and stopped his heart.

Your commotion had caught the attention of the other three who still remained. You whirled around and raised your gun to one of them, but they managed it first.

Gordon had to swallow back his horror as he saw a bullet enter the front of your side profile, and blood explode from the back. He took out the mobster who still had his attention on you- but your shoulders smacked to the ground outside of his view, and he closed the door.

Luckily, their aim was spotty. You now had a useless left arm, but you were still breathing. Not that you’d let the one remaining mobster notice that.

You and AJ played dead, only a few feet from each other, but the kitchen island becoming a thicker wall than any you’d ever been split by. As you stared blankly at the ceiling, taking shallow breaths hidden by the folds of your shirt, you hoped he didn’t think you were dead. You hoped he wasn’t bleeding out.

After what felt like agonizingly long minutes, the shooting finally stopped, and the door opened again. Gordon was the first to enter the room, and rounded the couch to you, grief in his eyes, expecting the worst.

But you could give him a smile.

“Surprise,” you groaned, and he lit up in relief, helping you sit up with your good arm.

“Look at you, playing dirty,” he said with a laugh, “I thought you were gone for sure.”

“AJ,” you heard Jake say from across the room, and finally AJ could sit up from where you’d forced him down. The two of you had both bled straight through your shirts, but there wasn’t any time for sweet reunions- everyone had to get out, and fast.

AJ left his car wherever it was. John gave the two of you a ride to the airstrip where Gordon was going to disappear for a while, and on the way you and AJ attempted to give each other first aid until the personnel on the plane could take care of it.

Eventually, you leaned against his left, and he against your right, your wounds still stinging and sticky with blood, but manageable, for as long as they needed to be.

The night didn’t get any easier, but that didn’t matter- you were home free, they’d managed the job, and Ghost was out of the picture, and neither of you were going to die.

And someday, when you felt brave enough to recount your near-death, near-loss, near-jailed experience, you’d say:

Five major scars, four tattoos, three piercings, two eyebrow slits. And one gun shot wound.

-🦌 Roe

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