#me creating the content i want to see 😌

[naeviaas]

Columbo + boiled egg in 2x06 'A Stitch In Crime'

#me creating the content i want to see 😌 #columbo #columboedit #peter falk #tvedit #my stuff

[bluebeary-jay]

Face to face

Din Djarin x f!Mandalorian!Reader

Summary: as riduurs, you and Din can finally show your faces to each other without suffering any consequences. but when the time finally comes, your insecurities and fears of rejection come into play, threatening to ruin this important moment

Tags: just pure tooth-rotting fluff, Din and Reader being insecure, they're sweethearts though and so in love, Din being a supporting husband <3, mandalorian customs are probably half-accurate but i did my best in research 😌

Word count: 3K

A/N: haiii guys!! long time no see 🤗 i had this idea ever since i watched s2 of the mandalorian almost a month ago and i'm finally done! thank you to all who stick around and i really hope you'll enjoy my first attempt at writing din (feel free to let me know what you think 🤭)! i love all of you darlings 🥰 and as always, happy reading!! 💕

Din Djarin wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone, but he always wanted a family. The memories of his parents were hazy, but he remembered how much they loved each other and in the depths of his soul longed for a connection like this someday. Being the bounty hunter didn’t give many opportunities to look for a relationship, however, and with time he abandoned the hope for a place and people he could call home. He convinced himself that he was content being on his own.

But then the Child came along, and with it everything has changed. This little wrinkly womp rat became the most precious being in his life and Din was ready to die to protect Grogu – but he never expected that he’d also meet his future riduur because of the kid.

He did. You, a fellow Mandalorian Din spoke to only a couple of times in the hideout on Nevarro, decided to help him on his quest, and from this moment on he didn’t stand a chance. You were everything Djarin admired – brave, compassionate, skillful and kind – and though you both respected the Way of the Mandalore and never removed your helmets in each other’s presence, he knew in his soul that you were beautiful as well.

It was a long road to come to terms with what he felt for you and gather the courage to actually let you know it. But it was all worth it just for this moment when you exchanged your vows and he officially became yours, and you his. Now you were his riduur and he finally had every right to admire and cherish you like you deserved.

And most importantly, he could finally see you. The pair of you talked about this moment a lot during the nights spent on the Crest, tangling your fingers together when the ship was flooded with pitch-black darkness. Din used to whisper to you of his dreams, how he longed to run his eyes over your uncovered body, taking his time to commit to memory every little detail of your physique and expressions. You, with a giddy and wistful tone, told him how impatient you were to at last find out how his lips would feel on yours and what color his eyes were. Even when you both knew you were going to marry, you didn’t rush things and never removed your helmets until your union became official.

But you did see each other’s faces, once, though not in a conventional way. Din remembered it clearly as a day, though his eyes – as well as yours – were covered by a piece of a material the entire time. Both of you were desperate for each other that night, the tension hanging above your heads straining the resolve about waiting. And then came the moment when you didn’t fight it anymore. Instead, you both sat down on Din’s cot and without your sense of sight spent the next hour talking and trailing fingertips down each other’s faces.

Din reminisced about this moment a lot of times. He tried to remember the shape of your features to create a full picture of you in his mind while he laid alone in his bed, longing for your vicinity. Even if your bodies were separated only by the layers of beskar, it was still too far for him.

He didn’t have to wait any longer now.

It was the day of your wedding and Din Djarin never felt happier than in that moment when you recited Mandalorian vows and he got to touch your bare hand again, not covered by a glove, to put a custom-made ring on your finger. It wasn’t a necessary but he wanted to make this day memorable and meaningful for you. A few tears of joy were shed, but his face was still concealed by the helmet, allowing his emotions to take hold of him.

He hadn’t let go of your hand since the small ceremony (if one could even call it that) ended, and you squeezed his palm every few steps as you walked toward a house that was going to be your home for the next couple of days. The Child was being taken care of by other Mandalorians so that you could be completely alone for this special moment.

You were buzzing with excited energy for the whole week prior to your wedding, but now Din could sense his partner’s nervousness. He wasn’t exactly surprised – after all, it has been years for both of you since anyone saw you without your helmet on. But with every moment that you neared the bedroom, you seemed more insular, more withdrawn and hesitant, and Din started to really worry.

“Are you okay, cyar’ika (darling)?”

You slowed down, not answering right away, which caused Din to furrow his brows with confusion. Maybe you didn’t want to do it after all? Maybe it was too sudden for you? Or maybe he came off as too eager?

“Cyar’ika,” he repeated softly, wanting to put you at ease – but it didn’t seem to meet the target. “If you’re not ready…”

“No. No, I’m ready. I just…”

You trailed off. Din wordlessly guided you to the edge of the bed, cradling your hands in his – one gloved one and one not. The light of the setting sun flowed in through the small window and reflected off the hard beskar you both wore, bathing your figure in a beautiful golden light.

He was already so in love with you. What could possibly be the cause of your hesitation?

“I’m just nervous,” you murmured at last with your head bowed, looking at your joined hands. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” the Mandalorian repeated before he could think, and shook his head slightly. “What are you… What are you talking about? Why would I ever be?”

You lifted your gaze, and though Din couldn’t see your eyes, he could almost feel the weight of your fears on his own shoulders. The modulator in your helmet was hiding any trace of it, but he knew you long enough to recognize the tiniest shift in your body language.

“Ner kar’ta (my heart). I could never be disappointed with you.” He laced his fingers with yours, once again admiring how perfectly they fit together, and lifted them to his chest. “You own my heart and soul now, and nothing will change that.”

He hoped to soothe your nerves, but you were still silent. It wasn’t at all what Mando was expecting from this evening and he was at a loss for what to do to fix it.

“Would it help if I showed you my face first?” he asked after some time, and your head snapped up.

“No.” Even with the modulator, your voice clearly sounded broken and regretful, and it was wounding Din more than anything else could. “We were supposed to do it together.”

“We can,” he assured quietly, swiping his thumb over your knuckles. “But the most important thing to me… is for you to feel comfortable during it. If you want to wait–”

“I don’t.” You untangled your hands from his hold and instead brought them to his chest, placing them on the beskar breastplate. He couldn’t wait to take it off and feel your touch on his skin. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t marry you and make you my riduur.”

You leaned forward and lightly bonked your helmets together, a sweet gesture Din loved since the first time you did it.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum or’atu an mayen. (I love you more than anything.) More than life itself.”

“I know,” he answered simply and delicately brought your hands to the edges of his helmet. It was obvious what he was offering you. “That’s why I’m willing to do it for you.”

You were still, not daring to move, and Din nodded slightly to show you that he’s certain of his decision. His heart was beating heavily in his chest, though, and he could feel sweat forming on the back of his neck.

Showing your face to others was one of the worst crimes in Mandalorian culture, but doing it with your riduur was the highest honor that not everyone was fortunate enough to experience. But Din Djarin was among the lucky ones. Even though it was not in a way he always imagined, he didn’t care as long as you were happy.

You gripped the edges of his helmet tighter and a high hiss sounded, a telltale sign that the metal piece was ready to be removed. And slowly – so very slowly – you did. Din felt a flow of cooler air on his hot skin: first his chin, then his cheeks, finally his forehead…

And lastly, he inhaled shakily before lifting his head to look into the void of your visor.

A second passed by. Then two. Then ten, though Din felt like it must’ve been a full minute now. And still you didn’t move, just watched him silently, motionless as a statue.

The Mandalorian swallowed with difficulty, starting to feel very self-conscious. The crisp air cooled the sweat gathering on the nape of his neck and he had to use all his self-control not to fiddle his fingers nervously. He felt so naked and exposed under your gaze, though he absolutely shouldn’t – you were his riduur and there was no reason to feel ashamed or insecure with you. But he couldn’t help worrying: what if he wasn’t what you expected? What if you didn’t find him attractive at all?

Then a movement of your hands drew his attention and he watched, transfixed, as you slowly started to take off your glove, tugging one finger off at a time. Once your hand was freed from the confines of the protective material, you flexed your fingers before lifting both of your palms to his face.

Even though Din was acutely aware of your every move, he still somehow flinched in surprise at your touch, causing you to freeze and search his eyes with the air of concern around you. He quickly gave you a small nod, silently begging you to proceed, and, thankfully, you did. Your fingertips traced his cheeks, so delicately it almost tickled, brushing down the path to his stubble, and then back up to the arch of his nose and eyebrows. Djarin’s eyelids fluttered closed and he let out a shaky breath, giving in to the most amazing sensation that your touch was.

“I knew you had to be the most beautiful being in the galaxy,” you whispered from under your helmet with a voice filled with a plethora of raw emotions. Din regretted not being able to see your face at that moment, but if it would help you feel more comfortable in such a memorable and important situation, he was ready to do anything for you.

“I’m sure you’re a million times more radiant, cyar’ika,” he said back. His voice was weirdly weak and raspy, sounding strangely to him – probably because he knew there was another person hearing him without his helmet on. “Even if I don’t see your face, mesh’la (beautiful), today or ever… The love I have for you will never change or waver. That I promise.”

“It won’t exactly be fair to the Creed if I don’t remove my helmet in front of my husband,” you answered, half-teasing, but Din knew there was a real worry behind your words.

“You know very well there’s nothing said about it in the Creed.” He opened his eyes, offering you a small smile. “And I don’t remember our vows mentioning it, either.”

You clicked your tongue with exasperation, but Din also saw your shoulders relaxing, a sign that some of your nerves ebbed away.

“Gev bic (stop it),” you laughed, letting your hand fall down – but before it could happen, Din caught your wrist and lifted it back to his face. He slowly kissed the inside of your palm, down to the veins disappearing under your sleeve, his eyes fixated on your visor the entire time. His smile grew slightly when he felt a shiver run through you.

“I love you, ner kar’ta,” he whispered. “Even if you’re a half-Hutt under your armor.”

“Don’t push it.”

You let go of his hand and Din’s face fell, fearing that he really went too far. He reached for you but stopped when you straightened up and took a deep breath, your hands going to the last thing that separated you from him – your helmet.

He held his breath and his heart beat erratically as he watched you. He tried not to blink, not wanting to miss the moment when he finally got to see your face. Just the fact that you were willing to do this meant so much to him, but…

Slowly, you took your helmet off and placed it down on the mattress right next to his. Then, a pair of irises gazed into the depths of Din Djarin’s heart.

…you were wrong.

Oh, how wrong you were.

There was no mistaking it that you were by far the most breathtaking sight the Mandalorian had ever laid his eyes on.

The Maker must’ve been overly generous, or maybe favored you, for looking at you… it felt like coming home.

You stared at him with gentle, tentative eyes of the most beautiful color in the world, and Din would’ve gladly lost himself in them. Your lips, so tempting and soft-looking, were parted slightly as you awaited his reaction, but he couldn’t move. He just watched, spellbound, and wondered if this truly is reality and not some cruel, elusive dream.

He hadn’t felt such awe even when he saw Grogu doing his magic for the first time. Hadn’t felt such elation even when a new skin made of beskar was forged just for him. Had never before felt such love in his life.

You were a wonder. A miracle.

“Cyare?”

Your voice sounded almost fearful to your ears, but you couldn’t help it – Din seemed unable to utter even a word, and panic started to flood your veins when you noticed tears gathering in his dark, beautiful eyes. “Din–”

But before you could move away, he slipped off the bed and knelt by your feet. You were so taken aback by this action that you didn’t even react when he cradled both of your hands in his and pressed lingering kisses to your fingers, one after another.

“If I could, I’d marry you all over again,” he rasped, meeting your gaze with so much love and adoration in his brown eyes that it took your breath away. “How did I get so lucky…?”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” you let out a breathless laugh of relief, your pupils darting across the lines and grooves of his face. “You… you’re not just saying that, right?”

“Cyar’ika, look at me.” He gently tilted your chin up, making your eyes meet his. For a second he faltered, parting his lips in wonder at the feeling of your skin under his fingertips, before he swallowed and gazed at you again. “Do you doubt my words?”

No. There was really no questioning his motives. You knew Din was as honest as one could be and there were only your own insecurities at play here. But the longer you looked at him, his expression so full of love and devotion, the less relevant your own doubts were becoming.

You couldn’t think of anything else but him.

“I really want to kiss you,” you whispered instead of answering, and his face broke into a wide, joyous grin. “Can I–?”

The Mandalorian didn’t even wait for you to finish – the second those words left your mouth, he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours forcefully, eliciting a surprised sound out of you, which soon turned into a needy whimper. You didn’t give him a chance to back away and instantly tangled your fingers into his hair, moving clumsily to be closer to him.

But when you attempted to climb onto his lap, your breast plates collided with a metallic clank, forcing the pair of you to put some space between you. Din huffed with frustration, while you laughed and cupped his face in your hands.

“You’re quite impatient for a bounty hunter,” you accused him playfully, nudging your nose with his. You took a deep, calming breath, wanting to surround yourself with the smell of him completely, but your riduur didn’t let you indulge for long.

He moved quickly and, without a warning, kissed you briefly again – and then one more time. It was more like a light peck, and you longed to feel his tongue inside your mouth once more, but at the same time relished in every sensation that his lips brought. Every touch he gave you was something infinitely precious.

“I’ve waited longer than you,” he murmured. His hands were already moving, taking off the beskar on his forearms and shoulders, reaching where he could without removing you from his lap just yet. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, cyar’ika.”

You smiled widely and looked up from his deft fingers to throw another teasing comment, but in one second you lost your train of thoughts.

Because Din was blushing.

The feared Mandalorian’s face – a face you were finally allowed to see whenever you desired – was sprinkled with redness across his cheeks and ears. And you were the cause of that.

The thought of it almost caused your eyes to water.

“What are you looking at, mesh’la?”

Your eyes found him again and you smiled brightly, causing Din’s heart to skip a couple of beats.

You took his stubbly chin in-between your fingers and brought his lips closer, planting a soft kiss there that had the Mandalorian melting. He covered your hand with his, feeling the band on your finger under his own.

A miracle.

“I’m looking at you.”

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fic #this man needs to be PRAISED he needs to be LOVED and CHERISHED !!!!! #imagine having pedro pascal's face and still being insecure 😔 /j

[thatsdemko]

love affair- a.leclerc & c.leclerc

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Arthur leclerc x gasly!fem!reader & Charles leclerc x gasly!fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity + mentions of oral (f receiving)

a/n: mwahahaha I love creating chaos 😌 also the lyrics are from 5sos! I am well aware none of these men(and the beautiful y/n) are not English! it’s just part of the lyrics! this has zero to do with my previous Arthur x gasly!reader fic! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

It started on a weekend in May

I was looking for attention, needed intervention

his beautiful green eyes are glued to your body as you move across the hot sand of the beach. you begged your brother to pull over so you could take a dip, cool off, you said.

maybe it was your plan to get him to look, you were never going to say. but you felt those eyes in the passenger seat, he watched your breasts bounce up and down as you jog up to the car, the water that’s left on your tan legs glisten in the sun.

“don’t get your wet bottoms on my seats!” Pierre calls out as you dance around the hot pavement, Charles throws his jacket over the leather before you slip in.

“thank you, Charles.” you reach behind the seats pressing a friendly kiss to your brothers best friends cheek, Pierre groans trying to wipe the ends of your wet hair off the leather.

he watches you collapse against the burning black leather seats. little does he know that in exactly six hours he’d be crammed up in the back eating you out. he’d be shoving his hard cock into your swollen pussy, his hand gripping your throat while you choke his name.

Before I knew it, it was serious

Dragged me out the bar to the back seat of her car

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

you think you’re the only one awake. you still tip toe around the creaking old floors, you’re in nothing but your brothers old alpha tauri shirt and a pair of an ex boyfriends boxers. when you make your way into the living room you half expect to see someone else awake.

“my my, is this a sight to see.” Charles smirks, chuckle escaping his lips. he’s never seen in anything other than a tight shirt and a pair of bottoms that are way too short. even when you were kids your style was far similar to what it is now.

“oh fuck off,” you mumble slipping next to him on the love seat, and he extends the blanket over into your lap. two of you now watching whatever old black and white movie was on.

“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice in a hushed tone watching your body settle into the seats, thigh quickly brushing his before you pulled away. he can’t help but feel the nervousness scatter his stomach.

“not with my brother snoring in the other room.” you roll your eyes, as much as you love Pierre, his nostrils were the death of you every time you take this summer trip.

“why don’t you sleep in my room? Arthur doesn’t snore. we can swap beds.” he suggests, and you almost laugh knowing he doesn’t want to spend his nights in your pink and white wallpapered bedroom. as much as you know he’s in touch with his feminine side, you’re sure he won’t last the night with the pink colors mocking him.

“that or we could just piss Arthur off, have Pierre sleep in your room.” you suggest and he nods. the silence and crackling of the old film are what occupies the air, it’s almost unfamiliar to you both. this room was always full of laughter and joy, you hate hearing it so dead.

“why don’t you just sleep in my bed with me?” he’s half serious, the sleep deprivation was doing most of his talking right now. when he looks you in the eyes he doesn’t expect you to say yes, but you do. now you’re wrapped in his white linen sheets and the cool breeze from his window blows into your face.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t wish this was something more. part of you woke up because you knew he was down there shirtless lounging around in nothing but his tiny shorts. you’re not sure if it’s your own sleep deprivation convincing you that you needed him, but will you be thankful in twenty four hours for what god brings you.

NOW

“sleep well?” Arthur watches you nearly stumble down the stairs into the living room. you’re practically limping, it’s obvious you either hurt yourself at the club or whoever left all those hickeys on your neck left you disoriented.

“something like that.” you wave him off heading into the kitchen where the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast are coming from. your mouth is watering you’re so hungry, you almost don’t even catch your brothers glare while you scarf down two plates of food.

“do I even want to know?” he asks, fork gesturing to the purple and yellow bruises that scatter your neck. he can’t even look at you, he’s disgusted by whoever the man was that left his marking. little does he know the man is his best friend who just entered the kitchen mumbling his late good mornings.

“where were you for our run? I knocked on your door five times.” Lorenzo shoves a plate of food into his brothers chest half caring that some of the egg fell on to the floor. he’s disappointed in his younger brothers lack of motivation and discipline.

“I overslept.” Charles lies. that’s partially true, but while Lorenzo was knocking on his door at five in the morning, you were giving him a good morning treat before his run. he claims it to have been the best way to wake up, it’s why he skipped the run.

Pierre nearly chokes on his dry toast when he sees the nail marks against his friends back. they are still fresh and bright red, he’s surprised Arthur didn’t say a single thing when he walked by.

“and somebody was worried about not getting something this trip.”

“oh wow,” Arthur barely touches one of the marks on his back, it earns a hiss from Charles as he tries to swat the younger man to move along, “these are going to leave quite the mark for awhile.”

you try to hide the red hue that’s floating across your face. you’re lucky all of them are too focused on the nail marks and the details of his wild night. you didn’t expect them to be so obvious, but the acrylics were still fresh from the other day and sharper than you expected them to be.

“would you see her again?” Lorenzo asks sliding into the chair next to Pierre. the question brought you a wave of nausea, you get up instantly once he sits down. there’s no way you’ll be able to hear the truth or the lie. either way you know you crossed a line, and seeing Charles in that setting once more wasn’t an option for you.

“yeah, I would.”

—

“you don’t own a single thing that doesn’t compliment you, huh?” he takes your hand in his allowing you to twirl and show off the tight body con dress.

you shrug, sheepish smile spreading across your lips, “you like it?” you’re not sure what’s provoked you to ask, but he just nods tongue licking his bottom lip watching you saunter on over to find a pair of high heels to match.

his eyes trail after your body, it’s like he’s never seen an ass and a pair of tits as good as yours. everything about you demanded his, hell anybody’s, attention. every inch of you screamed perfection, it’s impossible for a man to look away, and right now it’s impossible for him.

“what’s on your mind, leclerc?” you bend down to pick up your black high heels and move to a chair to slide them on. he’s right at the edge of the coffee table doing it for you instead. his fingers pull the little string through the hoops, finger tips grazing your legs.

“you.” he says, watching you slide your leg off his thigh and stand up adjusting the dress down your thighs. his eyes follow your body with lust, you swear you’ve never seen a man wrapped around your finger so quickly.

you’re smiling, he’s so pure, you think to yourself, as you use your index finger to tilt his chin upwards, “I’m thinking of you too, Arthur.” you bend down, head dipping to press your lips against his. they’re sweet and soft just like he imagined them to be, he practically moans at the delicacy.

he runs his hands up and down your body, you don’t mind that they linger a little too long on your ass, you think it’s adorable how excited he is. little does he know he’d have you sucking on his swollen cock in the public restroom of the bar. you’d be on your knees listening to him moan your name and later that evening he’d be asking if he was just as good as the guy from last night.

he’d then take you to that same car, and just like his brother, his hard cock would be entering your throbbing pussy each stroke full of passion and intimacy. you could melt at how careful the leclerc’s take their sexual activities.

you can’t tell him who’s better, there’s no clear winner. but god forbid you would never tell him the man before him was his own brother.

When the lights go out, she's all I ever think about

The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain

I can't forget, my English love affair

#charles leclerc #pierre gasly #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc smut #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc drabble #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 driver x you #f1 imagine #f1 driver x reader #f1 imagines #f1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi

with a Pregnant Partner

Shigaraki x GN! pregnant reader; Overhaul x GN! Pregnant reader, Dabi x GN! pregnant reader

Warnings: reader being reckless, fluff, reader is a villain in Shigaraki and Dabi’s part (is that a warning? Idk)

AN: just me being me again 😌💅 living out my hopes and dreams with soft villains

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was a busy man. He was always looking for ways to further his league of villains all while destroying All Might and his stupid protégé, Izuku Midoriya. However, his biggest challenge currently wasn’t his determination to end hero society or even to create a larger foundation for the league but instead, it was keeping his very pregnant partner contained.

“You never let me do anything fun!” You grumbled as Tomura looked at you, completely unfazed by your usual usual temper tantrum. You were six months pregnant and Tomura had learned very early on how little you appreciated his opinion on keeping yourself out of villainy duties, especially since you had become pregnant.

“So you want to give birth in prison YN?” He responds to you as you glare at him, looking around to garner any support from your fellow league memebers.

“Hey don’t look at us Yn, hand man has a point,” Dabi chuckles as Shigaraki ignored his comments, turning back to the house of cards he was currently building.

“YN my dear don’t you think you should prioritize rest especially in your current state?” Mr. Compress interjects as you turn your glare to the magician. You chose to ignore them and go back to the source your current frustration.

“Tomura I’m bored! You can’t keep me locked up in this bar forever!” You whine as Shigaraki sighs. He honestly has no idea what to do with you, and if you meant less to him, he’d probably just kill you but alas, his stupid feelings for you had always gotten in the way.

“Please listen to Tomura Shigaraki YN, he is only looking out for you,” Kurogiri adds as you continue to grumble, folding your arms and stomp your feet. You really were being completely insufferable.

Shigaraki sighed, standing up and resting his head on your shoulder while gently grazing your bump, “YN will you please stop being a brat and listen to us? We- I want you safe and you know what the doctor said. Now please will you stop annoying everyone?”

You rolled your eyes at his confession knowing Tomura meant every word he said. He was rarely affectionate but when he was, you truly knew he cared.

“Ugh fine!” You grumbled as you felt a smirk grow you’re partners face knowing he won, “But the first Nomu attack after I give birth I get to go too!”

Shigaraki chuckled, shaking his head, “whatever you say brat.”

Overhaul

Overhaul opened the door to the bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with you. He was exhausted, his serum to eliminate quirks was nearly finished and the Shie Hassaiki was ready for phase two of his plan. He opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, looking over to see you sound asleep. Only he wasn’t met with the usual angelic picture of you in slumber, instead he was met with an empty bed. He sighed, leaving your joint room and heading down to the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the light beaming from below the door.

He slowly opened the door, peering in as he saw you sitting on a stool, eating your current favorite pregnancy craving as you happily hummed away, enjoying every bite.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asked as you looked up, face beaming with content as you finished your snack.

“Hi Kai! Are you done working? I was waiting for you in bed but then I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d come and have a snack!” You cheered as Kai came next to you, pulling out a stool and sitting with you.

“Would you like a bite?” You asked.

Overhaul looked at you, a look at disgust on his face at your offer, “YN you know I don’t share food.”

You stare at him, deadpan at his confession as you roll your eyes, “you are aware of how I got pregnant right? So you’re really going to sit there and tell me that you won’t eat a bite of my food?”

Kai chuckled as he stood up, grabbing your empty plate and walking it over to the sink. You stood up, heading over to the sink to wash the dishes as Kai stopped you.

“Let me just do the dishes quick and then we can head to bed ok?”

“Leave them darling, someone will take care of them in the morning,” he said as you gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband!” You mock gasped as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“You need to rest YN, now let’s go,” he said grabbing your hand as you followed behind him. You sighed knowing how much your husband loved and cared for you.

Dabi

Dabi was use to living life on his own, that was until you weaseled your way in and never left. At first he found you annoying, and to be fair, the annoyance never really did go away. However, he now found himself in a position he never thought he’d be in and that was head over heels for you. At this precise moment, however, he was more ready to kill you than he was to hug and kiss you.

“You idiot what are you doing out so late!?!?” He yelled a question you knew was retorical as he dragged you through the back alleyway of the leagues hideout. He was pissed and you knew it.

“Well you said you were coming back around midnight and when you didn’t, I got hungry and since we didn’t have anything to eat, I decided to go and get something to eat,” you declared as Dabi growled at you, turning on his heels and glaring daggers into you. You knew you were in some major trouble but unfortunately, cravings don’t wait.

“YN you know we have food, I just got food for you earlier today!” He whisper shouted as you stood there.

“Well I didn’t want that food! The baby wanted instant ramen which we didn’t have!” You growled back as your partner groaned, his hands going to his head as he paced around the alley.

“YN you realize that we are both wanted criminals right?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are we really? I had no clue!” You mocked as you made your way to the entrance of the league’s headquarters, bag of noddles in hand.

“YN you need to stop acting so reckless! It’s one thing for me to get caught but you? Giving birth in Tartarus wouldn’t be a walk in the park!” He shouted as you headed to the kitchen.

“You act like giving birth anywhere will be a walk in the park,” you chimed, annoyed at your boyfriend as he followed you. Dabi was furious but he knew he had to calm down. This was exactly the way you were and it’s one of the big reasons he loved you so much, despite how stupidly you acted at times.

“YN listen, I’m sorry for yelling but you are literally being the biggest idiot right now,” he relented as you went about making your noodles.

“Yeah but I’m an idiot with ramen now,” you sang, unphased by your partners outburst.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He said, sitting down as you turned to him and smiled.

“Love me?” You questioned as an annoyed smirk entered his face.

“You’re lucky I already love you idiot.”

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[lazyjellyfish300]

DD pt 3 part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber driver

This art was commissioned to accompany this chapter by the incredibly talented @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please go support the original artist!

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 1 , Part 4 , Part 5

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, some blood, little.violence, suggestive content ,age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), this one is a sad one, inspired by the original comic

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Over the next few days you two text back and forth and talk on the phone. You feel so happy and excited about this budding romance between you two. It's been so long since you felt safe enough to let yourself catch feelings for a guy. You flood his phone while he's at work. Miguel isn't used to someone texting him so often but it's kind of cute how you update him on every little thing that's happening in your day and he has to try not to burst out laughing in the break room at some of the Instagram reels you send him. 

Your text convo: 

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️) : Why tf would you send me a video of a banana cat with that sad music 😂😐🤨 and who is that white guy that's always randomly showing up at the end of videos with that whistle tune playing? 

You(amor ❤️): it's a meme babe you don't get it😂😂😂 it's supposed to be random, that's what makes it funny af. And that's Josh Hutcherson. You've never seen or read Hunger Games?! 

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): no, I haven't. Your sense of humor is a little broken I'm afraid. 🤨 You kids and your memes. 

You(amor ❤️): my sense of humor is just fine 😂LMAO you're only like 8 years older than me. 😂 we're watching it immediately! And we're going to Barnes and Noble to get you a copy. 😇 

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): hmmm fine.😌 When would you like to, cutie? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): This weekend please? ❤️❤️❤️

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): I'm so sorry, I'll have Gabi with me. But she'll be at her mom's next weekend. Can we do it then? ❤️ 

You(amor ❤️): that's okay I totally understand! ❤️ Yes please! I'm so excited ❤️ I miss you... 

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): perfect. I miss you more. ❤️

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Next Friday

Miguel drives to work, his heart like a dead weight in his chest and his mind racing with different scenarios on how he's going to tell his boss he's had enough. This isn't what he signed up for. The project he was overseeing at work was trying to create these "special abilities"in humans. One of the test subjects passed away this week and he'd be lying to himself if he said it wasn't messing with his head. He had nightmares about her. She couldn't have been older than 19. Her blue eyes frantic as she realized she might not make it off the lab table alive. Her horrified screams ringing in his eardrums. Miguel's fist clamped tighter around the steering wheel as he choked back a sob. He felt this was his burden to shoulder alone. He knew he was falling for you steadily now, and he didn't want you to go crazy worrying about him. He knows you love to try and fix people, a lot of times to your detriment and couldn't stand to see you in that position or live with the fact that he put you there. 

 He really didn't care for his boss, Tyler Stone either. Tyler Stone was the 6'3, blonde haired, blue eyed, egotistical vice president over Research and Development at Alchemax. He and the other higher ups just spent all day figuratively (and possibly literally) sucking each other off in boardroom meetings for the hard work everyone underneath them was doing. He was a businessman, not a scientist, and it became clear to Miguel that profit came first for him over scientific discovery and advancement, and his cronies shared the same philosophy. 

Miguel faced the man now, sitting in his office. Tyler sighed and walked over to his decanter set that sat in the corner of his office on top of a polished mahogany drink cabinet. 

"Care for some bourbon?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. 

"It pains me to hear that you're wanting to leave, it really does." Tyler says as he pours the bourbon in two short, square glasses. 

"I chose you because I believed you could handle it. Your track record doesn't lie, Miguel. You were top of your class at Columbia University. I've seen your research and read your thesis that you did with them. You know Dain was actually the one that submitted your nomination to me when I was looking for someone to promote?" Tyler hands the glass of bourbon to Miguel who murmurs a low thank you. 

"My point is, if you leave, I got no one to replace you, and that makes my job even more tough." Tyler takes a sip of his bourbon and makes a small face. "I'm going to bat for your little science project every time I meet with the board of directors. I'll be honest with you, they're ready to trim the fat." Tyler's blue eyes bore into Miguel's over the rim of his glass. "But I tell them that this process, is worth the wait. We won't have these superhuman abilities lined up for purchase on shelves tomorrow. But give or take a few years we will be the first to break 100 bil in quarterly revenue when we roll this out to the public.  My point is, I'm willing to do whatever I gotta do to keep this project afloat because I've ran the numbers, I've seen what guys like you and Dain can do. It's a worthwhile investment."

Miguel takes a sip of his bourbon and winces. Fuck it, he downs the rest of the whiskey, his throat on fire. He holds out his empty glass to Tyler who takes it and goes to refill it, his back turned to Miguel.

 "I'm sorry...." Miguel finally says. "I've made up my mind. I'm flattered that you think I'm the right person for this job, but I'm telling you, I don't want to be the guy who all of this is riding on anymore. I'm not gonna gamble if people's lives are the chips."

Tyler's face went dark and he started tapping the side of his glass, his back still turned to Miguel.

Since when did this fucker grow a conscience? He knows he wouldn't be doing this job if he wasn't getting paid for it either right? He'd given Miguel and his team resources that any group of scientists would give their left kidney for. It was thanks to him in those board meetings that those ungrateful bastards even still had a job. And now their hang up is human test subjects? 

Tyler handed Miguel back another glass and said nothing as he watched Miguel down it. Miguel winced again as he finished his liquor, throat still on fire and cheeks starting to flush. 

Tyler turned back around, looking at the now setting sun on the horizon. "I'm afraid I can't let you go." He said calmly. 

Miguel raised an eyebrow, then suddenly his face turned white when Tyler held up an empty vial of Rapture, his back still turned to him. Tyler spoke again, his back still facing Miguel. "Alchemax is the only distributor of Rapture. Leave if you want, but I'm going to have to be forced to let the board know and involve law enforcement when they realize one of their silly little scientists couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar and became a needy little addict." He took a long sip. 

"You're not gonna make me look like a weak little bitch in front of the whole board. I don't lose, Miguel. You're not gonna fuck this up for me." 

Enraged, Miguel shot up, shattering the shot glass in his hand, blood gushing out of his fingers. "You fucking piece of shit!" 

Tyler remained calm. "You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead. I used your sign in to get this vial from the lab. The access history and empty vial next to my dead body will just deepen the hole you dug yourself. Either do as I say, or throw away your freedom right now and kill me before you even had a chance to see your little girl go to Prom." 

Miguel paused. This fucker was playing chess with him. Tyler took another sip. "It'd be a damn shame if you did. Especially about that new slutty girlfriend of yours. Did you even get to find out what her pussy feels like?"

That was it. Miguel threw his chair against the wall, the wooden legs splintering into the cabinet Tyler was leaning up against, a neutral expression on his prick face as he sipped more bourbon. 

Miguel turned and left the office, and slammed the door so hard the receptionist let out a small squeak of terror as Miguel tore down the hallway, rage seething out of his ears. 

  "Aaron?" Tyler asked in his cold expressionless voice. 

A short, balding man in his mid-thirties with green eyes and thick black rimmed glasses stepped out from behind a two way mirror in the corner of Tyler's office. 

"You rewrote the code in Machine A-2099 in sector 8, right?" 

"Yes boss." 

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You hummed happily as you lit a few of your favorite vanilla almond scented candles on your coffee table. You went all out with a smorgasbord of treats for your movie date night with Miguel including popcorn, gummy worms, Milk Duds, Pretzels, M&Ms, beef jerky, and root beer floats. As soon as you got off work, you cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and put fresh sheets on the bed. You checked your phone anxiously.

Text convo: 

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): Good morning beautiful ❤️ how'd you sleep? Have a great day, I'll be at your apartment at 8 pm. 

You(amor ❤️): you just made my whole morning!🥰🥰 Good morning handsome! I slept great! I'm so looking forward to movie night tonight. I have a bunch of treats and goodies for us to snack on too. 😇

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): that sounds wonderful, baby. ❤️ Driving to work now, I'll text you when I get there but I'm not going to be able to talk much today. I have a meeting with the boss and a bunch of other stuff related to the project I'm overseeing. Just wanted to let you know not to worry ❤️ I'll call you at 6! 

6 pm came and went and you felt sick to your stomach. 

You(amor ❤️): Babe? Everything okay, I tried you twice. 

Nothing. 

You (amor ❤️): Miguel? It's 9 pm. Are you okay? Please just call or text me to let me know everything's okay...

It was now 10 pm. He wasn't coming. Your stomach lay in knots. You had called him 28 times with no answer.

What's happening? Is he cheating on me? Did he get into an accident? Is he dead on the side of the road while I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do anything?

He gets busy at work but he always, always checks in with you. You can't help but fight back tears at his untouched root beer float sitting next to yours. You knew going into this that you had to jump, knowing you were gonna fall and he might not be there to catch you. Well, here you were with a small dagger in your heart on what was supposed to be your second date. You couldn't help but let yourself get in your head. His rejection of you this time confirmed everything you feared about yourself. You laid down on the couch and sobbed quietly to sleep. 

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That same night at Alchemax

Miguel's painful screams reverberated off the tiled floor of the genetics lab at Alchemax. The tall powerful man he was, was writhing on the floor in agony. It was as though his blood had turned to acid. His whole body felt on fire. Please God, if I'm supposed to die right now just take me already. He hadn't felt pain this intense ever before in his life. His eyes turned bloodshot, foaming at the mouth as his saliva bubbled and splurted out in incoherent gasps. 

Aside from his screams, the machine responsible for his pain let out a low beep. Miguel knew that a copy of his original DNA sample was logged into one of the gene altering machines that he set up when he was first put in charge of Tyler's superhuman project. He knew that as long as he had a drop of Rapture in him, he'd remain an addict defenseless against his new dependency Tyler forced on him. He had tried in vain to rewrite his current biology back to the original, but Tyler was one step ahead. Tyler knew nothing about science or how DNA worked, but it didn't take much to convince Miguel's bitter, jealous subordinate, Aaron Delgado to sabotage the machine. Very little was known about what type of effect that might have on a human, so there was a good chance he'd just die. Just what they wanted. Aaron and Tyler's smug faces entered the lab, watching Miguel suffer and taunting him, even pouring up another round of bourbon while they waited for the show to end. Yep, he'd be dead in just a few more minutes. They had an alibi and a cover up ready to go. They'd post his job opening by Monday and then they could pretend like this never happened. Miguel suddenly became still, his chest seeming to freeze in place, no longer rising and falling with his normal breathes. 

Gabriella, my little girl...I'm so sorry....I love you more than anything 

His eyes became glassy with tears. He was on his way to finding happiness with you too, only to have the rug pulled out from under him, now he was going to die here, alone. And those who killed him would never know justice behind their corporate wall of privilege and greed that would surely protect them. He uttered your name, his lips barely moving before his eyes fell closed and saw only black.. 

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Pt 4 coming soon! Thanks for the support 🖤

@mysteris-things

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[bossbtch1]

HI! I just wanna say I lovee ur stories, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader shadow play smut, with content.

I loved the other one u did... but I'm a sucker for smut 😭😌

Hey there! So, in the previous story, there's smut involved (dark story). But maybe the shadow play in the last scene isn't cutting it. No worries, here's another scenario for you! Thanks for the request, it's been a blast to write. It's weirdly amusing, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it! 😄

Summary : Loki sought revenge after you left him in prison, tormenting you with shadows and magic. Strangely, you found yourself caught between arousal and fear, oblivious to the fact that it was him all along.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic

Trigger Warnings: Masturbating, Fingering, Dubious Consent, Magic

Words : 3.2k (shortest fic I've ever written lol)

A/N : Well, that shadow scene had us all on a chokehold, and, of course, I couldn't resist writing another one for it. Thank you @holabicth for the request once again!

The door closed behind Loki with a quiet thud. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Loki said, stepping towards the cell that was holding you. "A little mortal, lost in a big, bad world."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not bothering to move from where you were sitting, cross-legged, against the wall. "You're one to talk." You retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Considering you're in the exact same predicament."

"Am I now?" Loki asked, raising his own eyebrow in response. He took another step closer to your cell, looking down at you. You were still sitting there, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Because it seems to me, that if I wanted to, I could easily just-" Loki paused as he suddenly appeared inside of your cell, standing in front of you. "Leave."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Big deal. You can teleport. Congrats." You muttered, moving to stand up.

Loki put his foot out and kicked your shoulder, forcing you to stay sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Loki asked, bending over slightly to look at you.

You turned your head to the side to glare up at him, and then brought your fist forward to hit him right in the groin. Loki gasped, taking a step back, and then groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly. You were surprised he didn’t see that coming or it was really him instead of some kind of projection.

"Yeah, I said you're a fucking dickhead." You snapped, using the wall to help you stand. Loki groaned in response, still doubled over in pain. You walked around him and stepped out of the cell, turning around to face him. "Have fun rotting away in there." You smirked, waving at him as the cell's walls started to close in around him.

Loki's head shot up as the walls moved closer. "No! Wait!" He shouted, but it was too late. The walls closed in on him, making him press up against the glass.

You sighed and shook your head, turning around to head for the elevator. "Y/N!" Loki shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the cell walls. "You can't leave me like this!"

"And why not?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around. You reached the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the lobby.

"Because, if you leave me here, I'll die!" Loki shouted, his hands and face pressing against the glass.

"And why should that concern me?" You asked, pausing the doors from closing.

Loki groaned and banged on the glass, "You will pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Bye! Have fun rotting away, dickhead!" With an almost nonchalant wave, you watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving him alone in the dimly lit cell.

The dull hum of the descending elevator mingled with Loki's muffled protests, creating a haunting symphony of abandonment as you left him behind.

You were heading towards the door, ready to get out of this place, when you stopped. 'Should I really just leave him here?' You thought to yourself, sighing as you turned around. 'Oh, fuck it. Might as well make the most of this.'

Years after what happened you managed to escape from that prison, you were a free woman and no one could hold you back, even though they were trying. You had your freedom, and no one could take it away. You moved to a new country, changed your identity to make you unrecognizable and it worked. No one had recognized you.

Life was good, and started your life anew, forgetting all about your past. You were finally happy, and everything was going great.

But it felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

One night when you were sleeping, you were dreaming of making out with a guy, his face was blurry so you didn't know who it was. His hands were touching all the right places, and you were getting into the moment, his lips felt amazing against yours. But then he was kissing your neck and you realized you could feel everything, the warmth of his tongue, the roughness of his stubble, the tickle of his breath.

His hand moved lower to your collarbone and down to your breast, and you were enjoying it. The guy seemed to know what he was doing, when suddenly, he squeezed a little harder, causing you to moan in surprise. It felt so real, that you were starting to think that you weren't dreaming, and that someone was in your room, touching you.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" The guy whispered and bit your earlobe making you shiver.

That made your eyes shot open and you sat up in shock. Looking around, you saw no one there. Your room was pitch black, except for a small ray of light coming from under the door. You must have been dreaming. But it felt so real. "Did I dream it or someone is really here?" You wondered, but couldn't find anything.

You looked down and saw that you were sweating and you could see your hardened nipples poking through your tank top. You saw your tank top was ridden up just like the guy did in your dream.

You pulled your shirt back down, and laid down again. The whole time you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was touching you. It felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

Even though, you were panicking, your mind drifted to the man in your dream. How he knew your name, and how hot he sounded. You didn't understand how a dream could be so vivid and detailed.

You were getting turned on, the feeling of his lips on yours, and the way his hands were on your body. You didn't even know who this guy was, and you were already starting to masturbate. you felt embarrassed thinking about what you were dreaming about, and how wet you were. You didn't even know what time it was, but you felt like you needed to take care of yourself before you went back to sleep.

You started to slide your hands up and down your body, the feeling of his lips and stubble still lingering on your neck. You were so wet, the only thing that could satisfy right now was your fingers.

"Mmmm..." You moaned, as you imagined his face looking down at you, while his hands were touching you.

You were close to an orgasm, and you felt like you were going crazy. The pleasure felt unreal.

"Ohhhh... fuck," You whispered as you came.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t go back to sleep. You felt weird and confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You shrugged it off, maybe it was nothing, and just got up from the bed, ready to start the day.

You didn't realize that this was only the beginning of the things that will happen, and that everything was only getting started.

"What a fucking asshole!" You grumbled angrily, kicking a trashcan, which sent the garbage flying. It didn't help that a group of kids were watching you and laughing at your anger.

"What did the trashcan ever do to you?" One kid asked, his friends giggling in the background. You turned your glare towards them, and the kids stopped laughing. They slowly backed away and ran off, not wanting to face your wrath.

You sighed and shook your head, turning back to the sidewalk. You were supposed to be at work, but you were late and had a pretty good excuse, a.k.a. the fact that some asshole had decided to break into your house and steal your car.

"Stupid car. Stupid, fucking asshole." You muttered, continuing to walk down the street. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." You groaned and shook your head, running your hands through your hair.

You stopped and looked at the building across the street. 'Maybe I can call someone to pick me up? Like my parents?' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and laughing. "They probably won't answer anyway. Because I’m dead to them.’ You muttered, sighing as you crossed the street, heading for the building.

At work, you were still mad about your car being stolen, and were wondering how long it would take for the police to notice and return it to you. You couldn’t focus on your job. "Y/N, get back to work!" Mr. D's stern voice cut through your thoughts, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the cereal box in your hands. Sighing heavily, you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Sorry, Mr. D. Won't happen again," you mumbled, mustering a forced smile.

It had been couple of days since your car got stolen and you hadn’t received any information from the police, making you taking the bus from getting and going off from work. You were always late because of the traffic and your boss wasn't happy that you were late, and even threatened to fire you if you were late again. It wasn't your fault though, but no one would listen. You were pissed off and wanted to punch someone.

Days had passed since the incident, and the absence of any information from the police gnawed at your patience. Forced to rely on buses to commute, you found yourself consistently late due to the unpredictability of traffic. Your boss, oblivious to your tardiness, had threatened to fire you if you were late again.

It wasn't your fault, you were a victim of circumstances beyond your control. The injustice of it all made your blood boil, and the temptation to vent your frustration physically lingered at the edges of your consciousness. Yet, you held back, knowing that punching someone wouldn't solve anything.

As you continued stacking cans on the shelves, the rhythm of your movements betrayed the underlying tension. Each clink of metal against metal mirrored the ticking clock, a constant reminder of the stolen moments and the stolen car that dangled over your daily existence.

Suddenly, you slammed a can onto the shelf, drawing the attention of everyone around. Some flinched, eyes turning towards you. "Sorry, sorry. Just having a rough day. No need to look at me like that." you apologized, and the customers resumed their activities.

Your daily routine had become a struggle since the loss of your car. Apologies became a routine, just like the late hours you now kept. Affording a new vehicle was out of the question. The bus stop was distant from your apartment, pushing you to discover a shortcut through a creepy alley a couple of days ago. You didn't trust the alley, but you had no choice, you a quicker route home.

So, there you were, standing outside the alley, contemplating if it was a good idea or not. It was scary and dark, and you didn't know what was in there. You gulped and stepped into the alley, deciding to just suck it up and go through. You didn't want to walk all the way to your apartment building, and this was faster.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself, you prepared taser gun and pepper spray, and slowly walked into the alley. You were tense, and felt your heart beat faster, but you told yourself that everything would be alright. The alley wasn't very long, so you were relieved, but that feeling quickly left when you heard a sound behind you.

Turning around, you saw only homeless people, nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just rats or something," you thought, attempting to calm your nerves. The rest of the walk remained uneventful. As you exited the alley, you sighed in relief, continuing your journey towards the apartment building.

You walked through that alley a couple more times since that day, and nothing unusual ever happened, but today, you felt as if someone was watching you, so you decided to look behind you.

But no one was in sight, not even the homeless people. You found it a bit odd but decided to ignore it and focusing on getting home. "Probably imagining it, it's nothing." You muttered to yourself, as you kept walking faster.  You clenched your taser gun tightly, ready to use it in case something did happen.

You heard footsteps approaching but when you turned around there was no one. You froze, your breath caught in your throat. You clenched your taser gun, the only weapon you had with you, and quickened your pace.

You heard it again, it sounded closer, but still far away. You slowly turned around, trying to keep calm, but you couldn't. The noise started again, this time closer, and louder. You spun around, holding the gun up and ready to fire. But no one was there.

Suddenly you were being pulled back and slammed into the wall behind you, and then you were being choked. Your eyes widened as you struggled against the grip, your hands pulling at the hand around your neck.

Your hands were suddenly being stretched apart, the gun falling out of your grip and clattering to the ground. Your legs flailed, your lungs desperate for air, but the hand stayed firm. No one was there, you didn't know what was happening. You were scared, no one was there, you didn’t know who or what attacked you.

Your vision started to fade, and everything was starting to get darker and darker. Right before everything faded away, the grip on your throat was released. You were coughing and gasping for air. You were still bound against the wall, not knowing what was going on. You looked around, and saw no one, no one except shadows on the wall.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from the lack of air. There was no response, and you felt like someone was there, but you didn't see anyone. "This isn't funny!" You spoke to whoever or something. You didn't believe in ghost, never did. You didn't think you were going crazy. You just assumed it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you hallucinate.

"Show yourself!" You growled, trying to act tough. Still no response. "Fuck off. Leave me alone!" You grumbled, and kicked the wall behind you, but your legs hit nothing. Your brows furrowed, and you were confused. But you could feel something restraining you, and it was solid. You tried moving again, but the invisible force held you tightly.

As realization dawned, you discerned the silhouette of a shadow adorned with menacing horns that clung to you. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed.

"To make you mine." A deep voice spoke, echoing throughout the alley. You felt shivers down your spine, and fear creeped its way inside of you. You didn't understand what was happening. Your breathing was ragged, and you felt yourself become panicked.

Then you felt something caressing your legs as if a hand was slowly travelling up the length of them. You tried to struggle but the bounds held you tight, you were completely powerless. Your breath hitched when you felt fingers brush against the skin between your thighs and up.

Your legs were being forced open, "Ah! What are you doing!?" You shouted, not knowing what was happening as a finger slowly rubbed against your pussy.

"Stop!" You shouted, still struggling against the binds. But the thing didn't listen and was suddenly rubbed your clit, your hips involuntarily jerked at the sensation, and a small moan escaped your mouth.

"W-What is happening?" You whimpered, the fear mixed with pleasure was overwhelming. Your head fell back against the wall and a louder moan left your lips, you wanted to stop it, but you couldn't, and it felt too good.

You tried to focus on anything but the sensations, and you heard someone whisper something, but you couldn't understand what was being said. You tried to listen, but it was useless. The hand between your legs slipped into your panties and started to rub at your folds. The pleasure was too intense, and you cried out, your whole body trembling.

"Fuck." You breathed, and tried to control your breathing, but it was hard. Your whole body was shaking, and your mind was blank. You couldn't believe you were getting turned on by being assaulted by an unknown entity, but you were. "No! Stop it!" You struggled, the thing didn't stop.

You felt the shadow enter you as if a finger inserted itself into you, "Ah!" You moaned, you could feel the finger moving inside you, thrusting in and out of you. "N-no, stop."

The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp. Your moans filled the empty alley, the sound of your moans echoed off the walls, but the pleasure you were feeling was great.

Then the fingers were removed, and then a hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. You gasped and tried to pull the hand away, but the hand was unmovable. The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp.

Fuck, why did a shadow could make you feel so good? The fingers kept moving in and out of you and a third joined, stretching you further. You were feeling too good, too aroused. You didn't even try to get away from it anymore. You couldn't believe you were turned on by a ghost or whatever this shadow-like creature.

"Yes! Yes! Ah!" You moaned. Your body felt hot, really hot. Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest, it was a good thing that no one could see you like this, getting fingered by a ghost.

You moaned again as the fingers thrusting in and out of you increased in speed, they were going fast. You wanted to scream, shout, moan, but you were only able to do one of them. "Yes! Ah! YES!" You screamed as your climax neared, "F-faster! Fuck me faster! Make me come!"

The fingers kept moving in and out of your dripping entrance and they increased their pace, fucking you faster and faster, your screams were louder.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" You screamed and arched your back as your orgasm hit, your juices ran down to your thighs, the fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Then the fingers were gone, the sensation disappeared. The shadow finally released its grip, and you collapsed to the ground. You were left there, breathing hard, and confused. “What the fuck was that?” You talked to yourself.

While still trying to make sense of what just happened, you noticed two feet in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met Loki's. Suddenly, he seized your hair, compelling you to stand. "You!" you hissed, but he remained silent, his grip tightening.

A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with an unsettling green hue. Frustration and anger welled up within you as you attempted to retaliate, yet his hand held you firmly. "All this time, it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who assaulted me while I was sleeping, weren’t you?" you spat, your glare fixed on him.

He offered no response, only a sinister smirk, and then everything went black.

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fic #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel fic #shadow play #loki season 2

[richeeduvie]

Hey BCS and Succession lovers…

(Yes, to the people who’ve managed to follow me, I’m quick with it)

I’m richeeduvie, a fellow lover of BCS and Succession.

I have loads of fanfic content dealing with self-inserts for Roman Roy and Lalo Salamanca, but I also write and have been writing for other Better Call Saul and Succession characters for over an year now 😌. About a month and a half ago, my blog was marked explicit (wrongly) and I suffered the consequences of my content being seen by me unless my followers/mutual went through about three setting loopholes.

Still, I wrote an embarrassing amount of things for Lalo and Roman (and Logan-) during that month and a half and if you don’t want to miss out on any content cause if you’re like me and able to consume an unnecessary amount of fanfiction of characters who don’t exist, then you’ll enjoy me 😌.

I don’t know if what I wrote during my time will ever appear in tags, but all you have to do is search of #richeeblockedblogera for my fanfic content that I wrote when my blog was marked explicit or if my old content will ever appear in the tags again as well. But it’s lots of stuff. Fun stuff.

Anyways, here’s the masterlists for Roman and Lalo. Please do read if you’d like, I still have to updated and create new masterlists so what you see isn’t even half of it, but that’s just my procrastination talking. But I just want to take this time to say I AM UNSHACKLED!!!!

#dog and bone!au #madman!au #Roman Roy x reader #Lalo Salamanca x reader #yes I am greedy #I’m sorry I’m just so happy to be back 😭 #logan roy x reader #kendall roy x reader #better call saul fanfic #succession x reader

[babyjakes]

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event | 5k headcanon party

requested by @jamneuromain | Ari+riding (him)+👀maybe a bit creampie(?if it works?😋😋)

warnings | hehe!! filthy smut!! ari’s giving big daddy vibes, implied size difference/kink ig, p in v, riding, leads up to creampie

word count | 349

OHHH okay so riding ari???? truly such a daunting task, like that man is a giant fr 😮‍💨 he has to help you get up there, your legs are shaking as he holds his length up for you. “don’t be nervous, sweetheart. i got you, we’ll go nice and slow.”

easing yourself down onto him as he fills you up, earning the sweetest praises as he guides your hips with his massive hands. “there you go, angel. look at that, so full’a me. can you feel me up in your tummy, sweetheart?” he asks as he rubs the bulge in your lower tummy, created by him of course 🤤🫶

you struggle (understandably) to move at all once he’s inside of you, he’s gotta help you a little. slow, gentle strokes at first. “fuck, babydoll. this little baby pussy can barely handle me, huh? what do you say? you want me to take over?”

your voice is trembling needily, begging, “yes ari, please!”

he grabs your hips and begins working you up and down over his length, lifting you like it’s nothing, fucking you as he pleases 😌 all you can do is lie there and take it, your poor pussy getting wrecked by his massive cock. “there you go, angel. that’s my good girl. that feel nice, sweetheart? can feel you squeezin’ me.”

he’s hitting all the good spots 😏 your clit hitting against him each time he lowers you back down. grinding against him, desperate for friction. at some point he sees how needy you are and something goes off within him— “okay baby, enough playing. ‘m gonna fuck you now. you gonna be good and take it?” he flips you over onto your tummy, ramming back into you with force and speed.

faster and faster, reaching around to rub your clit. trying to make you cum in time with him. “gonna pump you full of my cum, princess. you want that? c’mon. let me hear you beg.”

whew he is so 🤤daddy and i didn’t even!!!! mean to make him that way, he can’t help it 😌

#eun's writing #5k headcanon party #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson blurb #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #daddy!ari levinson #the red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[iceprincessviviane]

Chapter 4 - It's a cleaning day.

Heritage series.

Pairing: Poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Previous chapter. Next chapter.

Summary: such a big mansion needs cleaning and this is the time, Y/N will take that challenge. Also having a company during that seems like nice idea.

Author's note: That chapter can be little boring, but I love diving into details in such stories 😌 English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

MINORS DNI

Next day started slowly, Y/N woke up around 9 a.m with cat still resting near her legs unbothered and curled. She carefuly got up, trying not waking it up and went straight into bathroom to take a shower. Today'll be a day when she is going to take care of mansion. The supplies were filled and she had a car on herself, so nothing was staying in a way. When she went out wearing nothing but sweatshirt, pants and lavender scent, cat lifted it's head then stretched gracefully. They both reached big kitchen when he got a bowl filled with fish and another one with water and Y/N made herself fruit salad. She also checked the list, today was a clearing day, mostly vaccuming and removing dust from the shelves in her room, than clean the bathroom. Cat jumped at her lap and demanded headscratched, which she gladly provided after ending the eating.

"I'm going to call you Ash." Y/N decided and animal just tilted it's head to right. "Your fur remind me of it's color."

The pet's head tilted a little to right, like he was thinking about that, but then nuzzled head into her hand. She smiled and got that as acceptance. After the breakfast cat was allowed outside, when Y/N took vaccum, some rubbers and broom upstairs to her room. The cleaning went smoothly, the most took main area of the masterbedroom, along with it's shelves. The bathroom was suprisingly clean, so she headed to the next room. Till the noon the cleaning lasted, she was suspecting that anyway the unused rooms will again gather dust, but at least any stains or another dirty things'll be gone. Probably the specialist from goverment is used to work with little dust. The biggest challenge will be the main room in 0 level and library. Y/N made herself a break and prepare lunch for herself and Ash, but despite opening doors, the cat was missing. She was slighty worried, something could happen to him or he just left. The cats have their own paths.

Lunch wasn't big but it was a chance for her to take a breath before cleaning the last room on this side. It was a first one - office, with a lot of shelves, that big and old desk with drawers. Y/N tried to clean it carefuly and it came out that some of the drawers are closed and around were no keys. Maybe they were in the ring given by the mayor? It was to check later. Actually she could work here to prevent dust coming here again. The desk was spacious, her laptop and work things would fit perfectly. The clearing ended in late afternoon with also vacuuming big hall on the parter and then Y/N ate a dinner, for supper left once again snadwiches.

When she wanted to go nap a little, the entry phone has ringed. There was also camera to check who's outside and maybe don't bother to go whole way to the gate. To her surprise, outside were two men, one holding something looking like cooking sheet and another one currently looking at camera. She pressed button to talk, said quickly 'coming' then changed shirt to clean one and got outside.

Through gate metal rods Y/N could see them more clearly two visitors, closer one had to her surprise thin, but long coat followed by jeans and lether shoes. His skin was very pale and dark grey, longer hair almost reaching the shoulders. Taller than her and bigger, was holding serious expression. The cookies guardian had brown lether jacket and also jeans but looked more sports, had black raven hair, but cut short in modern style. He was thinnier and looked more deftly. On his was has huge smile and simple glasses. Indeed in his hands were cooking sheet. Y/N came closer with unsure steps and hesitant smile.

"Good morning!" Second one said with happy tone, causing his company to focus on a gate.

"Hi, what's the matter?" She asked in polite voice and open the gate door.

"We've heard that you are new here, so my boyfriend conviced me to come here and say hi, also hand over some of our cookies." The first said in calm and slow tone.

"That's true, actually everyone is saying that I'm new here." Y/N admitted shyly.

"Yea, the words are spreading fast, we just wanted to be nice."

"I'm Hoseak and that grumpy cat over here is Yoongi."

"Thank you, I'm Y/N L/N." They've exchanged the handshake.

"How's everything? It had to be a big change." Yoongi asked looking at the mansion.

"It was a surprise, but I'm trying to catch up with everything here, it's so new and actually quite interesting."

"We are renting cozy cabinet in the woods so it's different." Hoseok admitted and smiled. "Here there are homemade cookies, I hope you'll like them." He said and showed chococlate sweets.

"Oh thank you, but I'm afraid it's too much."

On the sheet were at least twenty. Simple with pieces of chocolate. He handed them over to her and smile has never left his face.

"If you are going to need something we can help. Living alone in such mansion as a woman can be overwhelming. Also it's age doesn't help." Yoongi offered generously.

"Once again thank you, but I'm doing fine for now. Also another residents offered me help, it's so nice. I'm not alone, I just found a stray cat and things are going all right I guess." Y/N smiled nervously.

Couple exchanged soft looks and Yoongi nodded. They seem so different, she could never guess that they were together. They were like sun and moon. The thought strike her a little, she looked at necklace, which was always with her. Men's gaze followed but she failed to notice.

"It's good to have even animal company." Yoongi said and his lips twitched.

"Oh yes, actually your hair's color remind me of Ash fur."

"Oh don't even say thay, Hobi is calling me a cat just enough times." He rolled his eyes and his boyfriend giggled softly.

"It's because you're cat darling. You like to sleep whole day, eat and when eveything is quiet. You also don't really like water."

Y/N smiled at their little bittering. It was so wholesome and calming. "Are you here on holidays?"

"Yes kind of. I'm professional dancer and Yoongi is a music producer." Hoseok explained happily.

"I think, I can imagine how you both met for the first time." She giggled softly.

"Yea, we met at work. Anyway, we just wanted to say hi and see, if you need something. We are going to go. Also be careful, becauae the weather is going to be moody this week."

"Thanks, I hope we can meet maybe in town if you want." She summed up.

They bid their goodbyes and Yoongi left his number in any case. It was so surprising and she was truly touched by all those good people living here and wanting to help her. Usually in those small towns new persons are treating with distance, but she didn't have any of it during talking with mayor or even Namjoon. That was a huge relief actually. Y/N went inside the mansion and left open kitched doors, hanging on chain, if Ash would like to come back. Now when the mansion was slight cleanier, she wanted to look at books, which should be catalogued and maybe try to open the cellars. She went upstairs to also check her laptop and wi-fi tomorrow she wanted to start a work. Her phone ringed with "mayor" name caller, she picked it up immediately.

"Good evening miss L/N. Sorry to interrupt that late."

"Good evening sir. It's okay I wasn't doing anything important."

"I got to know, that government found a specialist, but unfortunately he's abroad. He'll probably be able to show up in the next week if not later." Mayor said with slighty sad tone.

"I'm glad that we are moving with a case. If we cannot speed that it's fine." She said with small smile.

"I will keep you informed miss. Have a good night."

"Goodnight sir."

Her words were a truth, it's good if everything is moving forward even with small steps. After checking the internet connection and setting up her files and noted she went to eat something. Y/N spotted Ash sitting in main hall. Pet just cleaned itself and jumped off the sofa, to greet her. She petted cat's head softly, then going to kitchen. He followed her, but didn't seem hungry, only sipped some water. In that forested area cat could hunt something. She ate the sandwiches then closed all the doors and checked them along with windows. Y/N had Yoongi'a words in mind about the moody weather. After that she headed upstairs to get ready to sleep, cat followed her graciously. The warm shower was all she needed after whole day of cleaning. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Ash was already on the bed stretching. It's when loud bang came to their ears, cat almost jumped at the spot, when Y/N frowned and looked at the closed doors. She put on bathrobe, too a flashlight and phone into a pocket. It needed to be checked. Woman took a deep breath and stepped out of her room turning on light, which also switched up down below. It was the dim one, she didn't want to turn on proper ones. The mansion was drowning in silence, the noise earlier was loke something metal falling on the floor. Ash once again followed her with silent steps and looking down below. Y/N slowly went down by the stairs looking around but everything seemed normal. She wasn't going to yell 'is someone there?' like in those cheap horrors, it was sure that all doors and windows were closed. She was only in kitchen before so they went there. Behind the shadows were shifting and dancing, but one cat's gaze was enough to calm them. In the kitchen was clear what happend. Some bowls fell off from the cabinet without doors and it caused the whole noise. Y/N frowned she didn't even touched those during making supper. She sighed and put them on their place.

"The false alarm." She smiled to Ash and went back with him to her room.

The lonely lamp inside was left turned on in any case. Cat curled around her feet once again after staring intensly into dark places in the room. The night was calm and silent.

Taglist:

@lalavione1309 @hadesnewpersephone @00ihatesnaku @bangtan1325

#bts x reader #bts soulmate au #poly bts #supernatural #mystery #dark romance #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere x you #horror #demons #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jimin #bts ff #bts taehyung #bts jungkook

[twinki3zs]

A few years ago, I read a Luca fanfiction on Wattpad titled Sink Or Swim, and let me just say, it's officially the 2nd Luca movie in my eyes. It is honestly one of the best fanfics I've ever read.

In my opinion, most fan fiction I've read doesn't feel like the show and/or movie. What I mean is it doesn't give me the same vibe, when I read it I don't picture it as something that could happen, but something that they wish could happen.

Of course, I know that the idea of a fan fiction isn't that everything should be 100% accurate, and I get that, but most of the time, everything just feels so out of character to the point where the only resemblance I see between the fanfic and the show and/or movie are the characters.

But even then, sometimes the characters just don't seem like themselves. I can understand if you're new to a Fandom or if the fanfic is supposed to be an AU where the characters are supposed to act differently, but if not, I just find it a little hard to read.

I'm not trying to make anyone who does this feel bad at all, but when I find a fanfic with a few or all the characters acting differently I just find it a little hard to believe or imagine it happening.

When I first read Sink Or Swim, it truly felt like I was reading the script for a second movie. It is so beautifully written, full of life and creativity, so much so that I couldn't stop at the first chapter.

The plot is so creative and original, truly the perfect hook. The plot is, (and I quote)

"After a whole school year, Luca and Giulia are finally returning to Portorroso. During those nine months, Luca had developed a super-huge-enormous secret, and he's written about it dozens of times in his daily journal. He takes it home, determined to hide the contents from everyone–especially Alberto. But Alberto is stubborn, and as soon as he suspects something is fishy, he won't let up.

Wanna know the worst part?

They're sharing a bedroom."

Really makes you want to read, doesn't it?

I love how the fanfic follows the same principles as any book and/or movie. The sequence of events lines up perfectly with each other and you can understand how and why something is happening.

It has so much feeling and you can really visualize it happening. Leah made sure to keep the same dynamic that the characters have in the movie, everything they say and do actually feels like some they’d say and do.

I love how she made it feel like you’re reading a movie and the different point of views make for perfect dramatic irony. This story is wholesome, heartwarming, funny, sad, delightful, and most importantly, Luberto 😌.

I don’t think I’ll ever find a Luca fan fiction that can top Sink or Swim.

@toffee-to-be you’ve created a masterpiece.

#luberto #fanfic #wattpad #wholesome #opinion #luca movie #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #underdog #story #blog

[muvaginger]

Yandere Sanemi — he's obsessive, a traditional man, a chaste man who wants so badly to be with you as his first and only, but you're more interested in innocent Genya so he has no choice but to take you by force.

Well hello there, Anon! 🖤

First Yandere! Request I’ve had in a while and you’re coming in swinging which I LOVE.

Let’s see what I can come up with…😌

Hope you enjoy!

“Unlike Me”

Yandere!SanemiShinazugawaXReader

TW: Cursing, Animosity, angst

Unlike me, my brother has the luxury of not knowing what lurks in the dark. He can make the choice to not get involved with demons but chooses too.

Unlike me, I was forced.

Unlike me, my brother has the liberty to roam the streets without worry due to those like me who sacrifice their lives just so that people such as yourself and my brother can do just that.

Unlike me, he’s kind, polite, considerate and free from judgment. He can smile knowing he will never experience the nightmares I do when it comes to having to kill our own mother and to also remember the twisted faces of fellow colleagues now passed on from this earth being eaten by those same demons who took her and our siblings away from us.

Unlike me, his hands are not calloused and rough. They’re gentler feeling and with a body not scarred by injuries created by claws. No, he’s perfect from head to toe. A virgin—but perfect.

See, I would be content with all of this and be perfectly fine with the shitty cards that i have been dealt. But he had to catch your eye and you had to fall for him. It’s not like he doesn’t have enough luck as it is but for him to somehow get you? To have you blushing, pondering, and head over hills in love with him pisses me off. And the worst part? He has no fucking clue. None.

While you sit there and yap and yap and yap about how much you adore Genua and how amazing he is, I have to sit quietly and pretend to give a fuck just to get a sliver of your time because if not for genya, you wouldn’t look my way. Unlike me, Genya gets bragged about and has a secret admirer while I’m stuck being “matchmaker”. Fucking matchmaker.

If only I didnt introduce him to you. If only I didn’t get so comfortable that I started to bring you around—as a friend—my colleagues and my surviving family, you would be mine. But no, fate never really liked me, the stupid bitch. She had to give you to Genya. To Innocent, Dumbass, delusional Genya. And even though I’m supposed to be happy, I’m not. No, I’m pissed and want to fucking beat his ass.

I just can’t let this happen.

Call me obsessive if you want but I think you would be way better off with me than him. Unlike him, I can not just provide for you in every single way possible, I can actually protect you from said demons in the night. I can make sure that for the rest of your life, you’re loved, taken care of and with someone who can actually use his hands. If you can’t see that, I’ll have no choice but to make you see. To make you want me. To make you love only me.

If it means that something tragic has to happen to me or If it comes down to having to set my own little brother up to never see you again, so be it. Anything and I mean anything to make you mine, it will happen. Because unlike me, Genyas not man enough to do what it takes to protect what’s yours. And I’ll be damned if I let him or any other one of these fuckers take you away from me.

#muvaginger #gingerspicelattemix #gingers backup account #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #sanemi imagines #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #sanemi x reader #Yandere!sanemi #Yandere! SanemiXreader #anon ask #gingersdrabbles #gingers anons 👓

[lookismaddict]

Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XI) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this took so long for me to finish. I really don’t have too many words here. Just good smut I mean, good vibes. ✨ Again, I don’t have much to say, other than just enjoy. So, I hope this chapter is to your liking. 😌🖤 (You might see some things on here that I was inspired by. These are small details, but iykyk lol.)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, mirror kink, penetration, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Gun Park knew what he wanted at that moment. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he’d be so bold when he’s in a libidinous rut, but unlike the other times when you and Gun explicitly touched each other, this moment was a bit different. You furrowed your eyebrows at him with such a stern expression, unable to budge. Gun continued to stare into those disobedient eyes of yours, making him sneer due to the challenge he’s about to face.

“Rebellious as ever, I see. Are you looking for a punishment?”

Sluggishly, you shook your head, as whole strands of your hair blocked your vision from that devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you’re doing now…” he whispered dangerously, removing his firm grip on your chin to brush your hair off your face and tuck your loose strands behind your ear. “…is only going to make me want to break you even more. So again, turn AROUND.” By emphasizing that last word, his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled clockwise, as he spun your whole body around. From his abruptness, you stumbled around in your heels, but managed to catch yourself from falling as both of your hands immediately planted against the gigantic window. Your eyes returned to the breath-taking scenery of Seoul, making your breathing quicken due to how anxious you’ve become from Gun’s assertive dominance and how embarrassing it is for you to be displayed like this in front of the window. Feeling exposed and naked before the public sights in front of you, your face began to heat up because of the shame of being put up like this on display. From behind you, Gun eyed down your backside and noticed how stiff your position was.

“Back up a bit and bring your ass over here.”

Displeased from your stance, you felt the touch of his hands holding onto your hips to tug onto them backwards, rearranging your ass to be pressed up against his huge cock. Now satisfied, his grin grew wider. You felt his pelvis arch onto your nether region, now starting to grind his solid member onto your entrance. As he made you look down towards the floor at your feet, you tried to resist the pleasure that he had brought upon you. Gun noticed the way your head was tilting downwards, which made him reach around you with his right hand while his left hand was still pressed onto one of your hips, grabbing onto your head from below your lower jaw to pull your face upwards.

“Keep your eyes straight ahead. I want everyone to see your face when I ruin you so hard, that you’d be dying to look away.”

Ashamed from how you couldn’t control your whines in front of the window while staring at the small silhouette of people below you who were currently out on the streets, you couldn’t stand them to see you like this when Gun is in the process of trying to please himself. Already gathering pre-cum on his dick from how turned on he was, he lathered it onto the folds of your heat, using it as his form of lubrication and by arousing you even more. While rubbing his firm tip against you, Gun could already hear the wet sounds of both of your private parts creating a shared symphony of lewd noises. He smirked at the sounds of your pussy already soaked, which meant that you’re prepared to be taken by him.

However, he couldn’t resist teasing you before he puts it in himself. Slowly releasing his hold on your lower jaw, his hand trailed back to wrap it around the base of his thick phallus. As he inserted only the head of his cock inside of you, his uncalled penetration had caused you to emit a vocalized, “Ahn~!” to escape through your lips. He leaned his face close to your right shoulder blade, as he began to leave a trail of feathery kisses, making his way up to your neck. You were starting to pant heavily from his playful touches, which made him speak in that deep husky voice of his. “Mmm… Your scent is so intoxicating. It overwhelms my nose, but never to the point that it draws me away from you. I knew that sexy dress on you would go nicely with your body. You’re just too mesmerizing, that it makes me go insane like this…” He kept his urges in check by restraining himself from penetrating you whole, only taking his tip in and out, repeating this process carefully. Not yet, he thought. Not unless your body says otherwise. While listening to your whimpers, he cooed into your ear, “Do you like that, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I pleasure you like this? No one would ever know how your body would react to the feeling of pleasure. Only me. I know damn well how your body loves me for it.” His small strokes from the head of his cock rubbing against you was starting to make you go insane. Eventually, he changed the way he was teasing you, as he began to spread you out, rolling his tip into you in circular motions which got your legs shaking in those heels. Gun let out a mischievous laugh when he noticed your legs wobbling, enjoying the sight of you slowly losing your senses to him. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been testing me all day. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)? You even seduced me at that bar earlier. Have you no shame? Being such a fearless woman in front of everybody. You really love that attention on you, don’t you…? My little slut~” Unconsciously, right when your body felt his tip enter you, your body reacted on its own as you automatically scooted your ass onto him. As a result, your pussy took in all of his length inside of you in one swift push, making yourself moan in sensual gluttony. The feeling of your tight walls finally wrapping around his rock hard cock caused you to shiver in pure bliss. Gun tilted his head up a bit in reaction to your unexpected push, letting out an erotic groan while watching your own ass smack against his pelvis in such a provocative way, seeing and feeling that he has now filled you up all the way to your cervix. This time you made him pant madly, as he said, “Fuck… you really want me to start violating you, that badly? Well, if that’s what you truly desire, then so be it. I won’t hold back any longer…”

The feeling of his hands roam up the sides of your body, giving you goosebumps from the light touch of his hands. When both of his hands made their way to your shoulders, he gripped onto them as if they were handles. The pressure of his strong veiny hands exerting itself onto your shoulders made your hands give up due to the force, unable to hold yourself up. Gun’s weight issued your hands to glide against the glass window off to the sides. Consequently, your whole body made contact with the window. With your beautiful soft breasts now pressed against the cool surface of the glass, along with the side of your face being smushed, you struggled in frustration to pull yourself up. But to no avail, you lost the strength to get up once more. Steadily, Gun gripped onto your shoulders tightly, as he began to thrust slowly to get into the rhythm of his hips hitting against your rear. Euphoric cries started to release from your mouth due to the feeling of Gun’s girth hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly, making you squirm in place from how good you felt. The way your body temperature was starting to rise from the overwhelming feeling of sexual pleasure was unlike the other times that you’ve had intercourse with Gun. Oddly enough, Gun’s body heat that was emitting onto you from within your cunt, mixed with the intoxication of the alcohol you consumed, became such a dangerous combination that you never would’ve imagined. The alcohol acted like a catalyst to your euphoria. An aphrodisiac that just added even more fire to the burning sensation of intense pleasure from within you. At that point, it was merely impossible to try and hide those pleased sounds that were coming out of that dirty mouth of yours. But your shameful moaning won’t stop you from trying to hide your own face from the public. While Gun was enjoying the sight of his cock ramming into your dripping heat from below him, your hands crept towards your face little by little to cover your embarrassed face with your own palms hiding your caricature. However, when Gun caught your hands moving inwards towards your face from his peripheral vision, he instantly released his grasp on your shoulders, as his hands swept to your wrists to pull your arms behind you. Gun made sure to control you by cuffing your wrists in his solid grasp, while stapling your wrists onto your hips from behind.

With a sneer, Gun wickedly ridiculed, “What? You couldn’t stand others to see you like this? Do you feel ashamed? Humiliated? Or… Embarrassed?” He let out a cold chuckle in between, as he continued, “Ah, that’s right. I understand now. You don’t want them to know this side of you, right? But specifically, you don’t want DG to see you like this…” His hands that were trapping your wrists on your hips became much forceful, as he pulled your ass towards him even more, now starting to pound into you mercilessly while struggling to hold yourself up with your hands unable to be set free and your heels barely holding onto your standing position. Confused from his burst of energy and pressure, you questioned him through clenched teeth, “W-what… the fuck… a-are you… talking a-… about…?!” Gun snickered at your cluelessness, thinking how dare you play him for a fool. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t know? How you and DG have been exchanging words with each other behind my back. Now, that makes me wonder… What would he think of this? A pretty little slut, who’s getting her back blown out by me would be such a sight to see. What if he saw you from this window getting brutally fucked from behind, while he’s flying on his private helicopter through the sky? How would you picture DG’s face if he saw you like this, huh? I bet he’ll think of you as such a horny little thing. A maid who had seduced her own master for some extra services. Do you think he’ll like that?” Gun’s words made no sense to you, as your jumbled-up thoughts started spiraling all over your head.

W-what… the hell… i-is he… talking a-about…? I can’t… u-understand… why h-he’d… bring up… DG l-like… that…

Still barely hanging onto your tipsy self, you confronted Gun by asking him, “Tch… W-why… did y-you… bring DG… into… this…? Are y-you… mad… a-at… him…? Is… that w-why… you’re taking… y-your frustration… out on me…?” Gun’s eyes narrowed menacingly, as if you just pissed off the wrong beast. He was annoyed at how ridiculous he felt about you talking to DG in the first place. It shouldn’t even be his business, yet he felt irritated about how DG had been on your mind for even an instance. Everything seemed to piss Gun off recently, making him crankier than usual. As his thoughts seemed to have caused his temper to rise, you felt his hands around your wrists to tighten, now pulling your arms farther backwards to lift your body off from the glass and more closer to him. His pelvic thrusts grew even more violent than ever, bruising both your cervix inside you and your ass cheeks from the anger transferring from his head to the wild movements of his dick. You noticed his pace became even more ballistic than what it was previously, as you pleaded out, “G-Gun…! W-why are y-you… being so… r-rough… all of a… s-sudden…?! I-Is it… because of… DG…???” Gun gritted his teeth as he harshly hissed into your ear, “Shut the fuck up already, and just take my cock inside you. If I let DG see you like this, do you think he’d be willing to do this to you after I’m done with you? Your whole body had already been carved by me. I fucking took you in, and made you who you are now! I made you STRONGER than before, and yet you had your eyes on him and not me?! You ungrateful whore!” The amount of times his member had roughly poked your cervix remained uncountable, making your eyes roll back from how good it felt, forgetting how he was humiliating you from behind. It became harder for you to even process Gun’s own thoughts while you were lost in immense heat, but at that moment, you couldn’t bear to hear such harsh words come from his mouth like that. What the hell did he think you took him for? All this time, you’ve been struggling to tell him how you really felt. Coming up with the right time and place to do it, and yet, how could you get this type of treatment from him? Were all those times with him all for naught?

Gun’s words pierced through your heart, like a dagger. With the feeling of betrayal seething right through you with the conflicting feeling of pleasure being shared, you yelled at him in frustration. “What… the f-fuck… a-are you… t-talking about… you Asshole…?! Just sh-shut… the fuck… UP… ABOUT DG ALREADY…!!! A-and… what do you… m-mean… I h-had eyes… f-for him…? A-are you… dumb…?! I… o-only… had eyes… FOR YOU, STUPID…!!!” You were already bellowing at the top of your lungs, screaming out the words that Gun couldn’t believe. His eyes widened, now looking at your pained expression from the reflection of the window. Gun was in complete shock. Surprised by your sudden outburst of a confession, he didn’t know what to feel about your words or what to even say. Except, his body was the one that spoke for himself. After you told him that you only had eyes for him, you felt his dick refine itself again, returning back to its solid girthy form. Surprised by how his cock hardened so suddenly, you turned your head back to look at him saying in a concerned manner, “H-hey… d-did you just-” Immediately, he reached over to the back of your head and forced you to look straight ahead once more. With a roll of his wrist around the fistful of your hair in his right hand, he wrapped a whole handful of your hair into his hand, then pulled onto it as he plunged his hard cock into your g-spot, over and over and over again. By yanking your hair, he kept your gaze onto the beautiful view of the city, as he watched your watery eyes trickle down with tears from the window’s reflection, due to the intensity of him using your body. Grunting, he said in a challenged tone, “Hah, when did you become such a good liar? Toying with me like this. Are you proud, (Y/N)? That you somehow managed to get my dick up, just so that I could continue to punish you like this? You became such a dirty woman, that I’m starting to understand now. Do you enjoy me using you as my personal cocksleeve? Is that what you’re aiming for?” While panting heavily, you answered in a weakened voice, “N-no… th-that’s not… it… I-I’m not… lying…” Gun became even more authoritative, saying, “Then be honest, and say it clearly. Is whatever you said, true?” Whimpering, you confirmed in a sob, “Y-yes… i-it’s… true… Gun, I- AAHHH~!!!” Your words were interrupted, due to his left hand snaking over the front of your clit, as he started to rub your knob intensely. The powerful overstimulation of him pleasuring your sweet spots was unbearable. Tears wouldn’t stop pouring from your eyes because of the extreme sensation of euphoria, making you cry out in blissful pleasure. Gun grew astray from his reality, as he got lost in his own wild thoughts after hearing those words come out from your mouth. The way you said that you only had eyes for him, played in his head like a broken record. Repeatedly, his mind replayed your words over and over again. Even how you confirmed your words to be true, Gun was addicted to those words. He was so drawn into them, that he couldn’t help but speed up his movements. His stamina was still good to go, as he continued to rashly buck his hips into you with every emotion he had inside of him. Behind you, you could hear how he was panting as well, trying to give you endless amounts of pleasure from the back. Forgetting that his hold on your wrists was now free, you still kept your hands on your ass cheeks behind you, as if he was still dominantly restricting you. Gradually, your mind and body became controlled by him, like invisible handcuffs that were restraining you from ever daring to think about anything or anyone but Gun in this very moment…

. . .

It has been a bit over an hour, and it was surprising that both your legs and your spirit continued to hold onto dear life over how Gun kept that steady, dictatorial hold on you. The sounds within the room held only the sounds of yours and Gun’s hot and heavy breathing. Your feral whimpers continued to broadcast themselves throughout the dimmed lit room, encouraging Gun to keep going every time he heard your irresistible moans. The two of you were unaware of the fogged up windows, which was caused from the intense breathing and body heat released from your intimate activity, along with the cold air from outside meeting with the warm air from inside impacting the glass to condense. But that didn’t matter to the both of you. Right now, it’s just you and Gun who occupied each other’s desires. Whenever Gun felt your walls starting to contract around his stiff member and when he heard your moans getting audibly louder, he knew that you were almost near your orgasm. However, he wouldn’t allow you to cum so easily. Not just yet. He loved edging and teasing you out, causing you to submit to his every will. He had to make sure that you never lose thought of who’s in charge here, by pausing midway deep into your pussy, causing you to whine in desperation for a release. Gun smirked at how needy you’ve gotten over his own actions, which resulted in him to land a hard spank on your ass. You yelped from the intermingling feeling of both pain and pleasure from his unexpected smack, as Gun leaned into your ear while whispering in a hushed voice, “Shhh… Be a good girl, and wait for it. I’ll make you cum in no time, if you do this little thing for me. I want you to say my name when I move again. Say it, nice and loud for me. Say my name, and beg for me to cum inside you. Can you do that for me?” As if lost in a hypnotized enchantment, you nodded obediently. Gun took that as a sign of understanding, in which he resumed the thrusts that your body favored so much. You could feel the friction of his dick fucking you remorselessly, speeding up in the process, gifting you that pleasure that you direly wanted. Doing as you were told, you moaned out his name while begging, “Ahhh, Gun~! Mmmm… Oh~ GUN~!! PLEASE… CUM… INSIDE ME~!!!” Gun’s hands slid down to your hips again to hold onto you firmly, now grinning devilishly at how submissive you’ve grown for him. “That’s it (Y/N), keep begging for me. Keep calling my name, like the good little slut you are~ You want me to fuck you into submission like this, right? You’ve become such a good girl, calling out to me like that. I just want to keep rewarding you like this. I bet you wouldn’t mind…” While complimenting you, Gun all of a sudden, felt your tight walls squeezed around his cock. He was confused for a second until he realized what that meant. Snickering in amusement, he teased in enlightenment saying, “My, my… Are you turned on from how much I’m praising you? Hah, I didn’t know you were such a slut for compliments. Maybe I should do that more, from now on. My lovely student deserves praise for being so obedient tonight. You even got me in such a good mood, so I’ll give you what you want~” An immediate burst of energy recovered inside Gun, as he gripped onto your hips, ever so tightly. His obscene movements instantly came alive, releasing all his sexual arousal at once. The rushed pleasure that you felt building up inside of you was like a tsunami gathering smaller bodies of water one by one. As you heard the vulgar sounds of your insides squelching due to Gun’s rapid pace in action, your vaginal walls began to throb, meaning that you’re coming very close to your climax. Gun could feel how good your pussy was starting to react around him, surrounding his entire length in very compressed squeezes, due to the destructive force of his own cock. While he plummeted his phallus consecutively onto your battered cervix, your heart began to race from the increased intensity of your orgasm rising and your aching legs began to shake.

Simultaneously, Gun felt his own rapture beginning to accumulate as well, making him strive for that sweet release with you. Finally, when you felt your insides about to burst, you called out to him, “Gun, I’m- CUMMING~!!!” Without hesitation, your body convulsed, specifically your cunt which exploded onto his dick so hard, causing a wet sprinkle of dirty body fluids to release down your legs. At the same time, you made Gun cum as well. When the sensation of heightened pleasure caught up to him, he gave one final push of his dick deep into your heat, as he filled every part of your insides with his warm milky cum. His length stayed there in your wet heat for about a minute, making sure that every section of your walls have been tainted with his own seed before he decided to pull out slowly with a very satisfied groan. When he pulled out, he watched as his own nasty liquids streamed out from your sore puss then down in between your legs with its stickiness. Gun never got tired of beholding such a beautiful sight in front of his eyes. The sight of his own seed being the only one worthy of filling you up with such brute lustfulness. It was so breath-taking, that he wouldn’t mind having another take of it, if you begged him to fuck you again. However, right after you came so hard, your legs gave up on you, as you dropped onto your knees from how tired your legs were from standing for such a long period of time. While breathing heavy, your feet were a bit swollen from how long you were wearing your heels when he was doing you from the back, withstanding the pain. Meanwhile, Gun crept up to you and caressed the back of your head tenderly, saying, “You kept your heels on like I told you to. Good girl. I give you permission to take them off now. From where we’re going next, you won’t be needing them anytime soon…” Tired, you took each shoe and threw them weakly over to the cushioned bench that stood right in front of the bed. The heated interaction that you had with Gun made your head spin from how hot your body felt, still feeling the tingling sensation in your private. Even when you just climaxed, you still felt warm inside and your heat was still throbbing in arousal. You didn’t know what to do about it. To make this feeling of insatiable yearning go away.

What… should I… do…? I can’t… t-take this… anymore…

Your mind had been distracted by Gun’s hand extended out towards you from the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you looked up at him as he said with a firm, “Don’t just sit there. Come on.” Willingly, you took his hand as he helped pull you up from the floor. After brushing yourself off from what was on that floor, you felt his hand temptingly lay his hand behind your back, tracing down your back by utilizing his fingers to lightly caress you from behind. Seductively, he played with the tips of your hair by twirling your thread-like strands around his finger while whispering to you with that mischievous grin on his face, “You’re always so obedient whenever you want me to ruin you, (Y/N). It’s always too predictable whenever you act so submissive when it’s only just the two of us, like this…” In between talking, he gave a slight sneer, before continuing on with, “…but I don’t mind. Weirdly enough, you make me feel some type of wa-”

That’s it… I can’t… take this anymore…

Without caution, you grabbed onto his hand that was toying with your hair behind your back, then led him over to the bed. Gun was taken aback from your sudden shift of control. When the two of you stopped in front of the side of the bed, Gun said in a suspicious tone saying, “Well this is unexpected. You’re not toying with me, are yo-” With an abrupt push, Gun landed flatly on the bed with his back impacting the mattress with a soft thud. His eyes widened a bit, at the sight of you getting onto the bed, now creeping towards him in a very alluring way. You crawled on top of his body, positioning yourself upright and now sitting on his lap. Looking at you strangely with squinted eyes, he asked in a distrustful way, “What are you trying to pull, (Y/N)?” You stared down onto his eyes with a gleam of aching desire for him. “I-I’m… I’m sorry… I d-don’t know… what’s happening… to me… but…” As you took one of his hands into both of your own hands, you placed his hand onto your chest, holding it there as your drunken self couldn’t hold your emotions any longer. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you… a-and I want… to…” with your cheeks flushed adorably, and your eyes teary with mixed embarrassment and longing, you pleaded to him saying, “…make you… feel g-good… too… so p-please… teach me… h-how to… do i-it… properly…” Gun stared at you for a minute until finally, he gave in. With a sigh, he smiled at you with a brand new look of admiration, as he said, “If that’s what you want, then fine. I’ll teach you. You’re really earning my praise here, today. How odd… Alright. First, before you satisfy me, you need to wet my dick first before putting all of me inside you.” Blushing wildly, you blinked a few times before Gun chuckled amusingly. “What? Did you think that I was just going to wet you myself, like how I usually do? If you want to learn how to pleasure me, then learn how to take responsibility first. Come on, hold onto my dick before you start sucking me off.” You gently released his hand from your chest, setting it down beside him. As your hand surrounded the base of his thickness, you scooted back from his lap as he rearranged his legs for you to crawl into the space in between his legs. Currently, you’re sitting on the mattress in between him while holding his phallus in front of you. You were now sitting on your knees, with your eyes now scanning down onto his whole entire length that’s way past the measurement of your hand. God, your eyes couldn’t help but take in how big his cock was. You were still surprised at how this thing managed to fit inside your small hole multiple times. Softly caressing those veins on the side of his member with your thumb… His light pinkish crown that made you salivate just by staring… His width that had a certain depth which made you feel so little… The extent of his manhood that got your core throbbing…

“(Y/N). Are you just going to sit and stare?”

Awakened from your dreary thoughts, you jolted upright to meet with his eyes, apologetically. Quickly, you got into position as you laid down flat on your stomach, to get your face leveled with his private in front of you. You pulled yourself up, closely for his cock to be able to meet the feeling of your mouth. Gun, who was sitting up straight with his back pressed up against a stack of puffy pillows, cautiously followed your movements. With your mouth nearing onto his head, you licked your lips before your mouth opened up to devour his tip. In a slow pace, you followed whatever you did from the last blowjob you’ve given him. Gun felt the sensation of your moist tongue finally meet with the crown of his shaft, circling him around his hole in such a hungry way. While holding onto his dick, you began sucking on the most sensitive part of his entire member, in which that section was his head. A husky groan was uttered from his mouth, causing him to draw his hand towards you, smoothing out your hair away from your face to make things easier for you. When you suddenly felt his gentle touch on you, your mouth released him with a bit of drool trickling down the side of your mouth. You asked him with worry in your eyes, “Am I doing… okay so far…?” Gun presented a slight nod, before gathering all of your hair into one hold from behind your head, so you’d concentrate at your job in front of you. Afterwards, he sat up with his abs flexing, as he went to wipe the saliva dripping off the corner of your mouth before laying back onto the bed again. “Yes, you’re doing fine. Keep going.” Just those words were enough to give you a confidence boost, which made you beam at him in joyful pride, knowing that you’re doing something right. Your mouth returned on his male sex, but this time, your mouth went farther down. Inch by inch, you took him into your mouth leisurely. Tears started to collect in your eyes, but you’ve resisted the need to gag from his huge size. That dewy-eyed look in your eyes drove Gun mad, as he wanted your mouth to reach the very bottom of his whole length already. However, he’s withstanding the urge to force you down onto him, for your sake. You wanted to learn from him on how to please him, after all. Right when your lips reached his balls, you felt his stub poke the back of your throat, causing him to hum in gratification. Already, you started bobbing your head in a rhythmic motion, while pumping his shaft into your hand. The speed of your mouth enclosed on his stiff cock transitioned from a slow, to a milder rate, with you now getting used to his size in your mouth. Gun huffed every time he felt your mouth suctioned around his phallus. The slobbering of your mouth on his member and the moans you emitted with his own heated sex organ was like listening to the most wonderful orchestra of all time. The tempo of the sound of his drenched private being devoured by you transitioned from adagio to allegro, as he listened to your improved performance. He was impressed by how well you were satisfying him, which made him recognize how you’re actually putting in effort into making him feel good. This brought out a sense of praise from him in which he murmured, “You’re doing so well, my dear student. I’m impressed at how much you’ve improved at sucking my own cock like that. You’re such a good pleaser, (Y/N). A very good slut, with a VERY satisfying mouth.” He smiled wickedly at the sight of you doing this all for him. As the sounds of your messy blowjob, and the continued moans of Gun’s contented bliss bounced off the walls of the bedroom, this only turned him on even more. Now tightening his grip around your hair from the back of your head, you took that as a sign that he’s closing in onto his own climax. Through a strong inhale through his gritted teeth, he hissed in pleasure, “That’s it (Y/N), don’t fucking stop until you take all of my cum inside your mouth. That’s it, good girl…” His addictive praises made your pussy flutter, making you speed up just to earn more of his sweet words from him.

The pace of your gawking gradually sped up, sucking him in with such intensity, that it led him to spill a few curses under his breath from how euphoric this feeling was in his nether region due to that blessed mouth of yours. Not only was there wet noises that filled the room, but also your focused moans on his cock had made Gun even harder every minute. He was beginning to believe that you’re actually talented in giving good head, due to how fast you picked up on learning how to pleasure him with your own mouth. Gun thought that your mouth must’ve been blessed by the gods. At least in this case, his view of you being a holy figure to him hasn’t ceased. At last, with one final suck and rub with your hand on his soaking manhood, your head dipped all the way down his length in which his head hit the back of your throat. As Gun felt himself already at the peak of combusting, he looked down at your scrunched up eyebrows and your whole teary-eyed caricature, which influenced his own dick to twitch in your mouth before exploding a huge mouthful of his warm sweet cum onto your tastebuds. You felt his discharge flow down your throat with one big gulp, swallowing everything that he had to offer you fully. With some of his cum escaping out your mouth and dripping down the extent of his sexual organ, you slurped up all of the dirty excess fluids on his veiny prong while pulling your mouth up from his sex. Without mentally realizing that you were gazing directly at him while doing so, Gun couldn’t resist those thirsty eyes of yours after you just made him cum like that. With such a glorious mouth, what else could you do with that tight wet pussy that he’s already craving for?

Right when your lips reached the top of his crown, they parted from his sensitive spot messily, causing left over saliva and mixed sperm to drip onto his cock and smear down the side of his sopping phallus. The blowjob made you tired from having to pleasure him yourself with your mouth, leaving you to breathe heavily for air while wiping the saliva from your bottom lip with the back of your hand. Gun chuckled at your fatigue as he teased, “Now, this won’t do. You’re already tired from just giving me head? Good grief, I might have to train you a bit more in sex if you want to satisfy me. I suppose, we’re done he-” Annoyed by listening to his words, you immediately got on top of his lap again but this time, you purposely sat on his drenched manhood and kept your own heat pressed onto him. Without saying anything further, you leaned your body onto him as your breasts met with his own sturdy pecs. You drew your face closer to shut him up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your tongue forcing its way into his mouth surprised Gun unexpectedly, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. Gun returned a kiss back as well, with his tongue now interacting with yours in a very greedy way. Surrounding your body tightly were his strong arms, one of them wrapping around your waist while the other one supported your back as the two of you fought for dominance during your intense make-out session. Moaning into his mouth, you gradually shut your eyes, as you were feeling the moment of passion emanating from the two of you. Gun felt your hand trailing up the nape of his neck while coursing through the back of his soft hair, entangling your fingertips deeper into his scalp. At the same time, he felt your wet cunt grinding against his knob, turning him on even more from your honest movements. The way you were working your hips onto his groin so freely like that made Gun sigh back into the kiss in insatiable hunger. Through your own power, you managed to bring back his bulge that was now throbbing with intense arousal. Hot and heavy breathing filled the air, making the both of you crave more of each other. Once he sensed your touches become needier for more, it made him ponder in his head about what was really going on with you. In all honesty, he never once thought that you were capable of acting like this. Was this really you? Or was this just the effect of the alcohol? He knew what liquor can do to a person once they’re no longer in their right mind. It either makes someone act illogically or it brings out their true colors. But even if you were in your right mind or not… he didn’t mind this at all. Actually, he didn’t expect himself to be so charmed by this side of you. Even though you were more assertive than usual, you were also more honest with what you wanted. Your body did all of the talking for you, and Gun was clearly aware of that. He recalled his previous sexual encounters with you, remembering that he always played the dominant partner in bed. But this time, you were topping him as if you have done it so many times. You were a natural in his eyes, even though it was your first time in control. Entranced by your seductive movements, Gun couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to dominate you at that moment. Oh, you had no idea how much he wanted to flip you over onto the bed and fuck you until you scream and beg for more. He’ll make you do it, and he knows damn well how he’ll break your mind for that to happen. However, he won’t do it. Not NOW, that is. Right now, he was at your mercy. At that moment, you were the queen of the bed, and you get to do whatever you wanted with him. Now that the tables have turned, it was up to you on what the next move shall be, and he’s willing to wait patiently just to be the good teacher that he is. The guide to your naughty little sex lesson, as your personal trainer.

Slurping noises were exchanged between you and Gun, as the two of you sucked on each other’s tongues in yearning. Just the sound of a sexy “Hngh…” or a “Mmm…” out of you was already making Gun’s insanity meter rise inside of him. He didn’t know how much longer it’ll take for him to relieve his sexual frustration once more, as he was on the edge of giving up his controlled behavior for you. He didn’t know if you were doing this on purpose to get back at him for the sexual escapade with you earlier, by the window. All he knew at that time was that whatever you were doing to him, was torturous. Fuck it, he thought. He could’ve had you right now if he wanted to, but that wasn’t possible in this matter. Damn. Fuck this-

Without giving any sign of stopping instantly, you pulled away from his lips while untangling your tongue from his. When Gun felt a dabble of your mixed saliva separate from him, he watched it fade before him which severed the connection of your lips from his mouth. Your hands then traveled back to both of his shoulders to support yourself from the feeling of dizziness that you felt after that heated kiss. He watched you tilt your head down panting, trying to catch your breath. Gun’s hand unraveled from your back as he gently grabbed onto your chin to angle your face up towards him. Gazing into your eyes with feral desire, Gun whispered lowly saying, “Are you even aware of how turned on I am, just because of your doing? You have no idea how much I want you so badly, (Y/N). So, you better not chicken out and prepare yourself. I’ll teach you everything you need to know in order to satisfy me. And while doing so…” he released both your waist and your chin entirely, before pressing his back more against the small stack of pillows acting like a pillar for him to relax on. “I want you to be honest with me. If you’re going to top me, then show me how much you wanted this and tell me what you’re thinking of. Be honest with me. No need to hide whatever you’re feeling either. It’s just me, after all…” As your breathing died down, your eyes gazed down at him while murmuring, “Gun…” With an attentive “Hm?” from him, your hands went for both sides of his face, cupping his face into your hands longingly. “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” Gun’s eyes widened in astonishment at your rare compliment, which was the first time he had ever heard you praise his physical features, especially the way you complimented his face and his natural hair. Gun couldn’t resist your heavenly praises either, as he pulled himself up with both of his tattooed forearms resting on both of his sides onto the pillows, to give you a tender kiss of appreciation. This kiss wasn’t rough compared to the usual ones he had given you. It was one of those unique slow and sensual French-kisses, that ignited a flame of passion inside the both of you. Your cores were already aching for each other, as you rubbed your heat onto his own. Gun was aware that even if you were supposed to be playing the role of the dominant sex partner in this scenario, he still had your mind in control, not being able to prevent your own body from acting on its own. This way, he wanted you to secretly submit to him, making sure that your mind and your actions are entirely truthful to him. He wants to know what you’re feeling during this moment, and he wants to know everything. Your hidden thoughts, your secret desires, and how much he means to you, like what you mentioned to him before starting this switch in sexual roles. “Manipulative” it may be, Gun couldn’t bother to think about the moral aspect of this goal of his. He just wants to confirm whatever is needed to be heard.

Messily retreating his lips from yours cautiously, he gave you a smile that was mixed with the feeling of adoration and a small sense of regret from having to scheme against you unwillingly, out of his own curiosity. “I just couldn’t help myself after hearing those words come out from your mouth. But (Y/N), are you certain about this? Are you willing to reveal everything about your thoughts and desires? You might lose yourself if you do. Then again, having my whore of a student cock-drunk over my own sex doesn’t seem to be a bad idea…” That teasing smile of his reappeared on his lips, which made your cheeks flush and your private to pulsate in horniness. Everything about him got your body in excruciating heat inside of you, causing you to excrete lustful juices from how turned on you were. Without hesitation, you placed one of your hands on his scarred chest as you moved your hips back and forth onto his crotch. In response, he let out a sexy groan, feeling his own meat getting special treatment from you continuously, with your dripping womanhood throbbing for him. “Gun… I-I… want you… badly… i-inside me… I can't… take i-it… anymore… so, p-please… teach m-me… h-how to… get r-rid of this… feeling… I’m… in d-desperate n-need… for y-your… g-guidance…” Just hearing you beg for him on your own will through your jumbled words resulted in more blood to flow down into his pulsating sex organ, leading him to sneer amusedly. “You dirty woman. Where did you learn how to pick such provocative words like that? You must be desperate, begging for me like that. What a smart girl you are, learning to take after your previous sessions with me so quickly without having me to make you beg for it. You never fail to surprise me AND turn me on like this. And you’re even working for it too? How greedy of you… but alright. I’ll finally help you, like how you wanted me to from the very beginning. I’m willing to keep my end of that deal, since you’ve been doing well so far, pleasuring me on your own. For now, get in the right stance by sitting on your knees. Your knees should be close to my sides. Also, your private part should be where my dick is positioned at. Well, you don’t need to do it at all. You’re already in that position, ever since you’ve been grinding on me. Good job, (Y/N). You’re such a very good slut~”

Gun smirked in between his instruction, listening in on your breathing that just hitched due to his generous praises, knowing that he got you where he wanted. “Now insert my dick inside of yourself. When you put it in, make sure to angle it properly. You don’t want it going into the wrong hole.” Hesitantly, you looked down at his hard erection that was next to your own throbbing private, then wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. As he watched you ever so closely, you felt his piercing gaze right through you, making your hand shake anxiously with him in your grasp. You’ve never done this before, so the thoughts of accidentally hurting him or hurting yourself made you a bit scared to do it yourself. From your panicked facial expression, he let out a laugh while shaking his head, covering his own eyes with his hand over his eyes at your nervousness which made him comment, “You want to take control, yet you don’t know how to even do it. (Y/N), you’re such a foolish woman. Look, just stick it inside of you. You’re already sitting on my lap anyways, and your knees are already at the right place, where my sides are. Then, go ahead and lift yourself up and get on your feet as if you’re squatting so you can properly put it in…” You felt both of his hands grab onto each of your ass cheeks, resulting in your blush to become even more noticeable than before. As he helped lift you up from below, you slowly picked yourself up on your feet in squatting position like what he informed you to do. His eyes was on your body, which was now hovering above him. With your hand still wrapped around his length, you felt your face getting hotter and your body starting to sweat due to how much you wanted to disappear from the overwhelming pressure. Wanting to do such a dirty thing to him, and yet you didn’t even know ANYTHING about how to play the dominant partner in bed. But you can’t take it back now. No… you wanted this, and you’re going to have to seek through this till the very end. Ultimately, you angled the tip of his cock onto your opening then carefully lowered yourself down onto his thick shaft. Gun observed you closely, as you did so. The way he watched you carry out the deed yourself, made him lose it. Just as you inserted his whole entire length into your needy pussy, had caused his private to solidify even more inside you, making your back arch in return. Once you felt his top bump onto your cervix, you caught yourself from falling backwards by placing both of your hands on his chiseled abdomen as you threw your head back in satisfaction.

In synced with each other, you and Gun spewed out a moan and a groan of mutual bliss, feeling how the two of you are now connected with each other again. Gun looked up at you with sincerity, saying, “Go on, (Y/N). Go ahead and ride me to your heart’s content. Move yourself, up and down on my cock, however you like. While doing it, remember… I want you to be honest with me and tell me how it feels. I want to know everything that you’re thinking of, and I want to hear what that pretty mouth of yours has to say. I’m permitting you to do whatever you want. To pleasure me, you have to learn how to pleasure yourself. Use my cock as your toy, and tell me how I feel inside of you…” With your incapable self still barely hanging onto your sanity, you gave an affirmative nod before you started moving. On the bed with your feet beside his hips and your legs still bent like a leap frog, you pulled yourself up while pushing onto his abs in the process, feeling his stiffness glide against your soaked walls. Gun inhaled sharply through his teeth from the feeling of his dick being surrounded by your juicy insides. Once you felt that most of his length had been released from the tight grip of your sex muscles, you spontaneously crash your hips down onto his robust package, giving his shaft a tight squeeze. As Gun felt your sticky walls coil around his wood, an attractive moan escaped through his lips from how good he felt you tighten around him. You even reacted in sweet enjoyment as well, moaning in satisfaction from the feeling of him occupying your tight hole once again. In an encouraging way, Gun informed you to, “Keep going…”. With a few dazed nods, you repeated that naughty action. Over, and over, and over again, Gun watched you bounce on his cock multiple times. He enjoyed the sight of you pleasuring yourself, and the nasty sounds of the swashing of your pussy being pushed apart by his own sturdy girth. The thought of your kitty being carved out into the shape of his penis was his motivation to keep his own gonad solid, just for you. With those attractive whimpers of yours, you moaned out to him saying, “Ahn~!Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” Breathing heavy from his sex heating up because of your riding, Gun’s mouth curved into a smirk while watching you play with yourself by using his own phallus as your own sex toy. Your words peaked his interest as he questioned in a fascinated tone, “Oh, is that so?” You nodded while humming in a pleasured, “Mhm, yes~! Th-that’s… right… Agh~ I’ve… a-always… been… m-meaning… t-to… say this… Ha~ t-to y-you…” Gun sighed consecutively in elation, as you felt both of his hands grip onto your ass cheeks from behind, while you continued your joyride without stopping. “And- Mmmm, shit… What is it that you want to tell me, (Y/N)?” Your intoxicated self may or may not remember this later, but currently, you didn’t care about the repercussions of your own actions. You were living the moment, and since you came so far as to come here with Gun, then it is now or never. It is impulsive of you to act so rashly than your usual self, but you didn’t allow your wasted mess to stop you from confessing to him. “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” Gun’s hypnotizing black orbs expanded in shock. He was left speechless without words, as he heard you moan out his name through an actual confession. It was like he was suddenly void of being able to speak. The gears in his head seemed to have stopped, as he was still processing the words that you just told him. He didn’t know how to even react to you, which made him feel frustrated. What should he even feel at this moment? Happiness, from your mutual feeling of interest? Relief, that you weren’t looking for anyone else but him? Annoyance, for catching him off guard like that at such an inappropriate time? Or frustration, for beating him first in ACTUALLY fessing up to him about your feelings to the point that it actually hurts his own pride?

With a conflicted look on his face, feeling the sensation of carnal desire still lit inside of him, he asked you, “Is that true? You’re not saying that just because you-” You interrupted him by heaving out a, “N-no, no…! Hahn~ Gun… I-I’m not… Ah~ lying… I d-do… like you…” Gun stared into your eyes, with an equivocal expression. He felt your speed die down, as you tried to maintain your soft bounces. “If whatever you’re saying is true, then prove it. Call me by name…” Your bemused eyes peered at him as you said helplessly in corporeal pining, “Gun~!” Gun returned a stern gaze, as he said more solemnly this time, “No, not that. I want you to call me by my other name. The one that only you were entrusted with… I gave you that name for a special reason, and I hope you can… actually… put it into good use…” For some reason, he seemed more apprehensive and hesitant to vocalize what he wanted. It was a bit of a bewildering scene, in which for the first time, you’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before with his cheeks tinted a bit red. You even witnessed the top of his ears turn a small shade of cherry as well. Even his dark voided eyes couldn’t seem to focus on yours directly, as his unusual demeanor tugged at your own heartstrings. It could have been your imagination, but frankly, this side of him was truly an abnormal sight to behold. It was similar to the time when you saw him genuinely smile for the first time, right when he gave you a compliment for improving so much after you finished training with him. However, from his adorably embarrassed state, how could you say no? Meanwhile, Gun couldn’t believe what he was requesting you to do. What the hell was he even saying? This was the first time he had ever asked someone to call him by his Japanese name, and that someone had to be the least expected person that he’d never thought in a million years would actually grow on him. Let alone, the person who was the complete opposite of him, was receiving special treatment from THE Jong Gun Park. Had he gone soft? This wasn’t like that one time when he allowed Eli Jang to go. No, this was surely a different case. His actions were so unlike himself. Hell, he couldn't even look at your eyes because of how he felt right now. Embarrassing as it is, he thought of how annoying it can be to have to reveal such an unsightly side of him to you. It even irritates him that he had to stoop to such a degree, for him to act so differently when it comes to you. Was it really because… he too… felt something for you…?

While still carrying on with your raunchy movements on his rod, your tipsy character desperately needed his attention back onto you. During this instance, you allowed your emotions to take control of your mind. Collectively, you missed his gaze that was focused only on you and despite your impulsive behavior, you still acted as you wished. You stopped his erotic treatment for a second with your body still trembling from the lingering pleasure that was residing down in your tingling cunt. With a confused expression now on his face, Gun turned his attention back towards you. His eyebrows knitted in betrayal asking, “Why did you stop, (Y/N)? I thought you wanted this.” Your tranced eyes locked onto his, staring at him for a long minute which felt like forever. Until finally, in a serene note, you said, “Yu… Yuzuru…” Gun’s eyes stared at yours back, now in shock. Right when Gun heard you call him by his hidden name, it was like his world stopped. Hearing his native name being called by you was like listening to the flow of a tranquil river. So soft, and peaceful. Like a flower flying through a summer breeze. A nurturer of some sort, whose calm voice soothed him, like so. The sound of his Japanese name being pronounced by your voice sounded so right to him. However, you took Gun by surprise as you started to move again on his cock, earning a pleased groan from him. This time, you rolled your hips around in a circular motion onto his cock. Experimenting with your movements, you felt for the right spots wherever his dick curved and angled, hitting your sweet spots. He couldn’t form any words on how to even react to you, basically playing with yourself, as he was left panting and sighing in pleasure at how far gone you’ve succumbed to an actual whore. The way you whined his name every time by crying out, “Yuzuru~!!!” resulted in his mind to go feral. Your pussy burned at the feeling of his own love-stick bulging in thickness inside of you from how horny you just made him. The wails that were released from your mouth made him want more. As Gun’s thoughts were shrouded entirely in lust, he thought of ways how he could make you call out his name infinitely. Contemporarily, he can’t wait any longer. Not like this. His hands greedily held onto your hips, forcing you to crash down onto his huge shaft just to resume what you were meant to do in the first place. Your eyes met with his in urgency, causing him to say, “Like I said before, I want you to be honest with me. ALWAYS. And I’m not referring to just- tch, fuck~… sex. You’ve been truthful about what you said. Now, it’s time to really prove your words. Show me, (Y/N). And prove to me how far you’re willing to go with this. I want to know where you stand…” Obediently, like the good little servant that you are, you rode his dick like there’s no tomorrow while heavily praising Gun to no end through your babble of whimpers. “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” Your worship towards him made Gun’s grip on your hips dig deeper, nails digging onto your sides as he felt a strong wave building up towards his breaking point. Inhaling sharply through his gritted teeth, he asked in a rushed way, “Khhh… what else?” Of course, you intoxicatingly rambled sweet nothings to him, continuing onwards with the elevated gushing. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” You slammed your own cunt even more aggressively in a repetitive manner, unaware of how you let your own heart drive your motor processing, gripping his cock more intensely as if trying not to let him go.

Gun was staggering to keep up with his own high, but when he felt your pussy surrounded his girth even more, he spewed ecstatic curses that made him heave for more of your selfish touch. So this is how it is for you to dominate him, he thought. Never in a million years would he witness something so unbelievably mind-blowing. Even if it was through sex, he had finally concurred that your pussy was the best he had ever had. However, as you shift your pace during your cowgirl riding, your hard pounding onto his shaft led Gun’s face to turn into a scrutinizing look, staring at you in puzzlement until he understood who you were referring to. He scoffed saying in a playful fashion, “(Y/N), you don’t have to worry about her since you were the one who scared her off. Besides, you’re amazing, for driving her off like that. I don’t think I’ve even batted an eye to seduce her, but even you can’t compare to her. Because you’re the most fascinating woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I must be lucky to have taken you in under my care, that even your heat is extravagant and I couldn’t resist~” Already bouncing on Gun’s joystick in the fastest way possible with an amount of pleasure gathering into a knot inside of you, a bit of saliva was drooping from the side of your mouth due to the unbearable euphoria. Your eyes were emitting a heightened sense of drunken desire, in which Gun loved to gaze into them. You least expected that compliment to come out of his mouth, as your pussy reacted to it by clamping around his thickness in such a tight hold, that Gun couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your sexual muscle was already at its tightest form, and with one final dribble of your hips, you called out, “Yuzuru~!!!!” before you plummeted down onto his blissful rod. Throbbing all over his length, juices squirted out of your sex and down his cock, in a feverish shudder. Feeling his swollen phallus jolt inside of you while hearing your sudden outburst, he finally pumped his sticky white load into your naughty private, for a second time with a deep heave. Worn out from your smutty solo, you collapsed onto Gun’s chest, shivering at the sensation of both of your bodily fluids mix together, feeling it stream down in between your thighs then further down Gun’s own ballsack. The creamy sensation of your creampie in your tight hole and the wet noises from even the slightest movement from your connected sex organs still got you searching for more through your insatiable desire. The same goes for him as well. With you still leaning against his body, he wrapped his arms around you tenderly. Afterwards, he sat up to take a peek at the mesmerizing aftermath of your sinful tango, with you still trying to catch your breath in his arms. Oh, how the mighty had fallen, Gun thought. He realized how you’ve become such a strong influence on him, that even he was spouting words that he usually doesn’t say to ANYONE. But finally, he had grown to accept that change. Your words for him was like a declaration of your devoted loyalty towards him, and it is time to repay you for it. It is time to show you how he truly felt about you and what he has to say about you. Because he too… also…

Suddenly, Gun’s experimental side was beginning to manifest itself. Looking down at your sweaty and worn out body, he asked, “Do you wish to service me like this for tonight? You know you can refuse, if you don’t want to do it anymore.” While trying to catch your breath on his chest, your ideas of pleasure had already filled your head, as if a sweet drug has been injected into your system. Your mind longed for another round of sex with Gun, as you finally decided to let go of your own sanity. You pleaded with your dewy eyes on him, “Please… t-take over… I-I want… to feel you… more… Yuzuru~” There it is again. The way you called out to him by using his actual name lit something on fire inside of him, which made him say impatiently, “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Without hesitation, Gun urgently sat up as you saw his chiseled abs flex, then wrapped his lean arms around your waist. Using his strength, he flipped you over onto his right side, crashing your body down onto the bed next to him. Right when the side of your body impacted the soft mattress, your eyes were now fixated on the reflection of your naked body laying down, which came from the closet door’s mirror right across from the right side of the queen-sized bed. Behind you, you watched as Gun got on his knees. Pumping his own thick shaft with his brawny hand, he demanded you to, “Get in position and face the mirror. Tonight, you’ll be witnessing yourself getting fucked by me. I’ll fuck you so damn good, that I’ll carve that image of you losing yourself to me in that beautiful head of yours. And I’ll ensure that when you wake up in the morning, you’ll DEFINITELY remember what happened tonight…” Without a fleeting thought about it, your body responded as you got on your hands and knees in front of the mirror like the good girl that you are. Gun positioned himself behind you with his right hand on your voluptuous ass, now rubbing his stiffness onto your wet slick, making you gasp in sensual content. Those pretty moans of yours made Gun’s eyes narrow in carnality. He asked, “Do you want me, (Y/N)?” You hummed in affirmation saying, “Mmm… yes, I… want you…” Gun leaned his body closer onto you, feeling his warm skin on your back while he continued to play with your lubricated entrance. He whispered into your ear from behind inquiring, “Am I the only one who you truly desire? No one else?” Now panting like a bitch in heat, your hands grabbed onto the sheets from his mischievous touch in your nether region, desperately crying out, “Yes, yes…! Gun, please-” However, once he heard you call him by “Gun” you felt the sharp stinging sensation of his hand impacting your right ass cheek. You yelped and arched your back in pain, from his harsh smack. The pain subsided into pleasure, which made your insides ringed inside of you from how good his hand was on your ass. The sight of Gun’s own red hand mark present on your ass cheek made his own cock swole from how sexy you looked beneath him. Arched back, ass up, and your head down low. Just the right position that he wanted you in, all broken in spirit and submissive for him. His eyes trailed up to the reflection on the mirror, and he wished that this dream-like view would last forever. In a primal tone, he commanded, “Say it properly. What’s my name?” Still recovering from the impact of his hard smack on your ass, you answered back in a shaky voice, “Y-Yu… zu… r-ru…” Gun chuckled slyly at your weak tone, as he enjoyed hyping himself up for the main course. "Good girl, I knew you had it in you." He continued on with his temptation, loving every response that you’ve given him so far while he toyed with you from behind.

“How badly do you want me?”

“Very… badly…”

“Do you want to be filled up to the brim, (Y/N)?”

“Yes… I do… Ah~”

“And who’s cock do you crave for?”

“Yours~! I c-crave yours… so badly… please…!”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~”

While rubbing his solid tip onto your folds nonstop, Gun could hear the nasty sounds of your moist opening, indicating that you’re prepared to receive his special package that you’ve been dying to feel. With one last glance at your reflection on the mirror, he could see your mouth hanging open, breathing out hotly in aphrodisia. Your eyes, however, were on your hands gripping the sheets, trying to endure your own sexual frustration by waiting patiently for his next move. To gather your attention at the right place, Gun tilted your head up with just his index finger below your chin. Right when your eyes met with your own eyes through the mirror’s reflection, Gun said in a low undertone, “Go ahead and take a good look at yourself in that mirror. Have you ever been curious about what you looked like, while taking my dick inside of you? Now, you get to finally see through my own eyes of how beautiful you look. Every single time you break, I get addicted to watching you go insane. It’s a blessing to see you tremble and moan because of my doing. I’m the one who claimed you in the first place, so I’ll show you how much… I think of you…” His face retreated away from you, but this time, he gathered your hair into his hands before throwing your hair off to one side of your shoulder. Caught off guard, you felt one of his hands fall on top of yours, grasping your hand from behind while you were still gripping the bed sheets. On the other hand, he grazed one of your breasts before taking one in his hand, playing with your doughy tit. Lightly, his fingers rubbed around your areola, gaining a faint whimper out of you. After that, he took your nipple in between both of his fingers then gave it a pinch and a light tug, inducing a more audible squeal. He loved witnessing your glorious reactions to his touches on your body, in which he cooed in your ear, "How does it feel, (Y/N)? Do you like it when I touch you like this? Tell me~" Gun's face lowered onto your shoulder blade, as he gave you a flirtatious gaze through the mirror, making eye contact with you while devilishly leaving wet kisses on your body. It made your heart beat restlessly that you could feel it through your ribcage. Seeing him make eye contact with you like that, he seduced a, "T-Touch me more, Yuzuru… It feels… g-good…", out of you. With a delighted reply, Gun gladly said, “As you wish.” While you felt his lips and his hot breath tickle your skin, he worked his way up to the nape of your neck. He murmured suggestively, "Mmmm… you're so delectable. Would you let me ravish you like this every night if we had the chance to do so? I wouldn't mind at all, if you’re honest me…" he chuckled to himself, listening in on your fastened respiration. He then instructed you to, "Just relax, (Y/N). I could hear your breathing from here. No need to be so tense…" His words weren't helping at all, as it only made you even more horny for him than before. Even that look of shady perversion in his eyes were only just mocking you through the glass.

Just the way this man was taunting you seductively through that shared reflection you had with him, made it seem like you were actually speaking to the Devil. As handsome as he was with his sultry voice, Gun could have passed as Lucifer himself. His attractive features, especially that wicked smile he had on his face, was so alluring that you couldn’t even resist him. The eyes that he bore were dark, but tantalizing to the eyes. Altogether, his strong influence on you made you revert into merely a mindless slut, but you didn’t care at all. You wanted him to ruin you in all possible ways, and you were willing to wait and find out what he had to offer you soon. Ongoing, you felt his lips now grazing your spine, bending himself over for you and angling himself to keep kissing your back without letting go of your hand. Gun wanted to keep the intimacy that you two had, and he was persistent in displaying more of his affection towards you, while making you submit yourself over to him completely. Overall, the stimulation that Gun was putting your body through was already enough for him to hear your whines which symbolized how you were near the edge of breaking for him. Oh, to stick his gigantic width inside you and to please you to the extent of sensuous extremities gets him very turned on. Gun kept his grasps on your hand, while simultaneously pleasing your other erogenous areas. His scheme of having to pleasure you three ways at the same time, made his multi-tasking so irresistible. How could he not resist doing this to you, if you were capable of displaying the most satisfying reactions for him? He decided to step it up with the foreplay, as you felt his tongue sensually lick your spine up towards your upper back, causing you to arch your back from the unexpected moisture. His hot breath from licking you made your body heat up, until he stopped at a certain spot near your right shoulder. On that spot, you felt his lips harshly press against your skin, coaxing a mewl out of you. “Ahh,Yuzuru~!” Your rapturous sighs initiated him to start digging his teeth onto your skin to suck on greedily. His sucking and his arousing touches on your core from his phallus, including his cunning fingers on your peaked nipples, didn’t help you at all. Even if you tried to regain your sanity now, he’ll only drag you down more into the deep corruption of lust. You were starting to grow impatient, as you whimpered, “Yuzuru, please… I w-want it n-now… I want your… d-dick… inside me now… P-please, give it to me~” Gun then shifted his attention to your caricature from the mirror. That helpless face of yours, with your knitted eyebrows, your watery eyes, and your gaping mouth expelling the lewdest of words out of your mouth made him snicker in satisfaction, enjoying every plea from you. Your words made him stop his marking on you, as he click his tongue in a chastising fashion, casting a caution from him. “Tsk, tsk, this won’t do. I can’t have my favorite student mooch off me like this. Careful now, (Y/N), you don’t want me to stop this, now do you?” A worried expression surfaced on your face, resulting you to shake your head in desperation. “N-no, no…!!!” Gun’s eyes then narrowed dangerously onto you, replying to your reaction with, “Good. Now be an obedient girl, and let me stamp you first. I need to let others know that you’re mine…”

For minutes that felt like long hours, Gun continued to mark your entire back with hickies. The sensation of his prickling teeth piercing your skin, along with the suctioned feeling of his lips imprinting your, once cleared back, turned you into a whore lost in disorder. Allowing him to continue to rub his erection onto your wet folds that were basically dripping down in between your legs, and granting him the chance to maintain his teasing on your breasted bud that remained currently firm, he had finally stopped marking you. As he drew his head back from the last mark that he created, he also stopped pleasing you from your other two sweet spots, releasing you from his trapped touch entirely. Gasping in recovery from the overwhelming sensations of his gifted pleasure for you, you have gotten tired from holding yourself up, so you your upper weight fell onto the bed to rest your head. While his eyes sank onto your gorgeous back that was now marked with his love bites, he then took his hand from yours and lightly skimmed his fingers down every mark he made, as if proudly admiring his own beloved artwork. You responded to his touch, that led you to shiver all the way down to your burning core. Done with his own inspection on your perfect body, his mouth curved to a fulfilled smile announcing, “Are you ready, (Y/N)? You must be exhausted, holding yourself up like that for a while. Well, no matter. That won’t even compare to how worn out you’ll be after I’m done with you. But first, turn around and face me for a second.” His imperial power over you felt like he was controlling you with a remote. The words that he used to command you to get up were impressive, as you turned your whole body around by crawling on both your hands and knees. Once you stopped in front of him, his eyes locked onto yours in an instant. Gun’s pitch-black eyes drilled onto yours with authority, as he angled his hips towards you, to meet eye contact with his hard wood, erecting with its veins and the intense smell of alpha male pheromones.

“Wet it.”

Eyeing his mouthwatering cock in front of you, no second was wasted at that point. Creeping up towards him, you took his dick in your hand and brought your mouth down to his balls. Intrigued by your movements, Gun watched you very intently, as you began to drag your tongue along his balls all the way up to the tip of his manhood, looking up at him directly with seductive eyes. He groaned in response from your naughtiness while watching his own private getting special treatment from you. Shit, the look in your eyes was driving him insane. Right after you’ve gone through his whole length, you opened your mouth widely before taking all of him in, to blow him down. The way your cheeks puffed due to his huge bulge as you inhaled his lewd scent, gets your pussy wet and anxious for him to enter your well-deserved heat. The sounds of slurping and sucking flooded the room, with the both of you sharing symphonic moans of sexual gratification. The eye contact that you two had was intense. You never dared to look away from his eyes, as you fooled around with his juicy meat in your mouth. While pleasing him with your blessed mouth, his breathing became more audible from how he inhaled piercingly through his gritted teeth, while exhaling hotly. Gun didn't want to get drawn in any further to your mind-blowing head, since he did say to just wet it. Briskly, you felt his hand land on the back of your head gently and grab onto a fistful of your hair from behind. With supremacy, he told you off saying, "That's enough." Your eyes were taken aback due to how he wanted to end your little blowjob session without giving him any release. However, you didn't feel hurt by his change in attitude. Cooperatively, you gave one last suck on his sex organ before steadily releasing him, ogling him with your innocent puppy-dog eyes while doing so. The slobber of saliva left behind on his dick made Gun shiver a bit, due to how well you used your mouth. His eyes punctured yours strictly, giving one final command for you.

"Spit on my cock then turn around."

The thought of finally getting your kitty pounded by Gun's godly girth got your core quivering in excitement, yet you did manage to follow his order. You sat up on the mattress, now looming over his saturated private. With one long stare at his dick, you spat on him, adding more of your dirty bodily fluids onto his mess of a boner. As nasty as it may be, Gun watched closely at your saliva oozing down onto his own rod all the way down to his balls, which made him pulsate in ardor. Straight off the bat, you reverted back to your dog-like position then turned around to face the mirror. Gun then arranged himself behind your ass, then propped his phallus that was bathed in your own saliva, right onto your sopping slick. He rubbed your filthy cunt back and forth, provoking lewd creamy noises to dance among your ears. A coy smile sketched on his face, amused by the scene of you wheezing below him. Eyes weak, and chest feeling heavy, you panted out his name, "Yu- Ha… Zu- Ha… Ruuu~" Your broken speech let out a smug jeer out of him. "Oh, my pretty little minx~ You want my cock, don't you? Ah, but don't worry. I'll give you what you want because you've been such a good girl. MY good girl… Once I put it in, I'll fuck your brains out, just how you like it. I'll turn you into a blabbering mess, that I'll leave you struggling to keep up with my words. I'll make you feel so good, that you'll only think of me. I’ll even get you so fucked up, that I'll drill my cock inside of you as many times as you want, just so you won't stop thinking about me. No one else should even occupy your mind, because they don't deserve it. Actually, they shouldn't even have the right to. Because tonight, I have decided… that I'll make you MINE."

Right after the last word that he omitted, Gun did not hesitate to shove his own cock into you with one forceful thrust, almost knocking you forward. As he felt his own gonad hit your border, your cunt gripped his hardness once again, exhibiting a thrilled groan saying, “Yes, fuck… you’re so tight~” In reaction to his roughness you winced in surprise, as you clung onto the sheets once more, gripping them tightly to prepare yourself for what's about to happen once he starts moving. “You better prepare yourself well, (Y/N). I won’t be able to stop myself, even if you want me to.” His hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling your ass much closer to his groin. Gun inhaled and exhaled deeply, readying himself to mess you up real good, alongside a feeling of a sudden rush of adrenaline that is now coursing through his veins. When he withdrew his hips from your ass, his dick sheathed out towards the gateway of your fanny, leaving only the tip of his male sex to be buried into you. As his private slid through your slippery vagina, you spewed out a groan due to how you enjoyed him stretching your elastic walls out. However he got right into the gist of things, when he slammed his own hips onto you, one more time, receiving a scream of delight from you. Gun’s face contorted to an insane expression on his face, as he repeatedly plunged himself deep into you. You wailed in glee, feeling his hard features grind against your vulva. The method that he was utilizing by rolling his hips into you got you clawing your nails onto the bed, enduring the immense sensation of euphoria. Gun was experimenting with your body, trying to find out what spots would make you scream the most, as he tried to dig himself deeper into you with various angles. Up, down? Left, or… “AH~!!!” You let out a shriek of ecstasy, when he found the right spot to hit, from behind. Once he found it, he reached around to the foremost part of your womanhood then began to tease your clit while he pounds you from behind. An irksome idea popped up in his head, which roused him to interrogate you as he bucks his hips sloppily into your messy pussy.

“My dear slut, how much do you think of me?”

“A-a lot…”

“‘A lot’ ? Hm… not all the time? Well, I’m about to change that. You don’t need to worry about it. Then… have you ever thought about me after our little sinful sessions together?"

“Mmmm~ yes~!!”

You produced a snicker out of Gun, in which he started to flick your clit even faster than before, bringing out a loud whine from your mouth.

“Is that right? Then, you must've had dirty thoughts about me, yes? I wonder… why is that? For someone who’s constantly mad at me all the time, you really longed for me, didn’t you? Is it because you felt the tension between us all this time? Or maybe, you’ve never felt anything this good before? Do I spoil you THAT much? How about if I spoil you rotten, would you be happy with that?”

As you watched Gun bang you from behind aggressively, you stared at your own reflection. Your facial expressions of twisted rhapsody made you wonder…

I-is that… really me…?

Gun noticed that you were observing yourself getting fucked by him, which made him chuckle diabolically.

“Look at yourself, (Y/N)… Look at how well that I’m fucking you. No one could ever please you, like I can. I’ve basically mastered how your body reacts to me, and you’re already aware of that. So, if this is what makes you even more attracted to me, then…"

You could feel his breath in your right ear, as his face approached yours even closer in proximity. So did his expression changed, as well. His eyes transfixed onto your feeble eyes, whilst whispering into your ear, as if he’d been dying to tell you this for quite sometime now.

“Stay with me, (Y/N). I know that we’ve always been countering each other due to some of our differences, but I can’t afford to watch you go to someone else. Ever since you’ve been by my side, I’ve grown accustomed to you being there with me. I can’t let you out of my sight… or, more like… I can't lose you. So instead, just be mine…”

Gun continued to push onwards with his powerful thrusts, you felt his speed increase little by little, unveiling that knotted feeling in your stomach, preparing for a hard orgasm. He too, sensed that you were close, feeling your gummy walls oscillate around his pleasure stick. However, he believed that this wasn't enough for him to help relieve himself from his desirable high. He needed more.

"Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?"

"Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!"

Gun hummed in satisfaction, probing you with, "What else?"

"I'm s-sorry… I think I'm… Hah… g-going crazy…"

He persisted by saying, "Come on, (Y/N). Don't leave me hanging here. I said, 'WHAT ELSE'?"

Panting, you delivered your idolization for him, proclaiming, "I… n-never felt… this way b-before… Yu- mmm~ zuru…! Y-you're… so- ugh~ s-so big… That you f-feel… so g-good… i-inside me… ahn~! I'm a-addicted to… th-the way you… m-make me… like this… I-I c-can’t stop… th-thinking about it… agh~ th-thinking about YOU~! I-I'm s-sorry… for being so sh-shame… less… I w-want to… HNGH~! F-FEEL YOU MORE… AHHH~!! I WANT TO CUM AT THE… S-SAME TIME AS YOU…!! P-PLEASE, DON'T STOP~!!!"

For a man who had experience in pleasing many women, his touch was so divine, that it made you worship his dick so devotedly. How ironic, he thought. To be told by many that he was a demon, yet you praising him made him feel very godlike. Like a supernatural being, that was unworthy of ever radiating holy light. There was nothing but a dangerous dark glimmer in his eyes, that made him so possessive over you. His unholy Ultra-Instinct eyes shined down onto your beautiful frail figure, admiring how degenerated you were. Up to the point of being in wailing ruin, he spouted assertive words at you as he said, “Don’t you dare forget your own words, (Y/N). If you do, then I’ll fuck you over and over and over again, until you remember those exact words that you told me tonight. I won’t let anybody take you away from me, and I won’t hand you over to anyone. No… I want you to feel me more, and scream my name… You better make it loud and clear, for everyone to know who you belong to…”

Struggling to keep yourself up from the pushy jabs of his steely sex weapon into your poor cooch, the intensity of pleasure inside of you skyrocketed, as you endured the ecstatic sensation of him rearranging your guts in a blistering fashion. From the reflection of the two of you exploitatively colliding with each other’s sweaty bodies, Gun couldn’t rip his eyes off of you, seeing your sleazy face so ruined, from his own doing. Your mouth hung open with your tongue sticking out, dry heaving in thirst, as if extremely parched. Your eyes rolled back into your own eye sockets, from how well his own beastly phallus was treating you, so fucking good. Goddamn, even while slutted out, you always managed to get him ambitiously wanting for more. However, he gritted his teeth in frustration, because of how unaware you were for your disobedience towards him. Irritated, he then said through clenched teeth, “I told you to fucking scream my name out. Promiscuous woman…” He removed his hand from your clit and with multiple spanks onto your ass, your upper body jolted up towards the ceiling, making you scream out in response to his strikings.

“Yuzuru~! AHH- YUZURU~!! ACK- YUZURUUU~!!! HNGH- YUZURUUUUU~!!!!”

The volume of your bellowing reached to its maximum potential along with your ass cheeks clapping onto his balls, the sounds of the bed creaking roughly, and its headboard hitting the wall countlessly, because of Gun’s back-breaking movements. With every curved puncture onto your g-spot, you continued to chant his name repeatedly with full amplification, almost to the point of straining your own vocal chords.

Focused, Gun returned his hand to its initial position on your hip. Both of his hands pressed further onto your sides, as the buckling of his hips became even more monstrous than his previous thrusting. You took him by surprise, as you yelped while scratching your nails down onto the mattress in unbearable ecstasy. You kept going with your sweet chimes, making him murmur in an oppressive tone.

“Motto… motto… motto…” [もっと… もっと… もっと…]

Both of your dirty bits heated up during sexual friction, twitching and throbbing against each other. Gun felt his own hips tensing up as he now felt the desire to climax into you. With one final push, he gave an impregnable shove into your tight slushy pussy using his quivering member, coating your inner vaginal fortitude with his hot sticky cum, which ejaculated inside of you. Meanwhile, when he knocked his crown onto your cervix, your vagina vibrated around his stiffness, releasing your naughty cum on his drenched thickness. Sweating and fatigued from both of your shared efforts, your upper body fell flatly against the bed, with your ass still suspended up in the air. You were still pornographically connected to him until he finally decided to carefully recede himself from you. He watched as your cunt made one final attempt to hold onto his length, as your stretchy walls gripped onto him until it finally released him entirely. Damn, a pussy that gripped was no joke, he thought. The sloshing sound of releasing himself from within you made yourself curious. From between your bent knees, you peeked upside-down from underneath yourself to see his cock bouncing out from inside you after filling you up with his white seed nicely, piquing a soft moan from you and a hoarse grunt from Gun. As you can see from the outcome, you watched as your intermingling juices wriggled its way out of your womanhood and down your legs, dripping down towards the linen cloth of the bed.

While still trying to recollect yourself from your third round of sex, you breathed out in a controlled way. Despite you still laying on the bed with your rear still hanging in the air, you suddenly heard Gun said from behind you, “(Y/N), come here.” In an instant, you felt his tatted arms surround your waist, pulling you back up and onto his chest. Your face began to blush in an unsightly amount of red on your cheeks, as he laid himself back onto the pillows while allowing his chest to act as a cushion for you to lay on. Hesitantly, you snuggled up onto him while wrapping your arms around him in return, for a full embrace. Looking down at your tired face, he tucked some tresses of your free hair behind your ear and smoothed out your long locks for you gently, patting your head in the process. His soothing touches made you relax in contentment, unintentionally lulling you towards a deep slumber. Bringing your own body closer to him, you pressed yourself up against his naked body by using him as your pillow. Curious by your need for intimacy, Gun looked down at your drowsy state, nuzzling your own face onto his chest very cutely with your eyes now closed. His eyebrows then furrowed in disapproval, warning you by claiming, “Hey, (Y/N). You better not sleep now! We still got a lot of time left for me to-” As you sighed onto his chest, Gun was taken by surprise due to you saying these four words…

“Gun… I love you…”

Gun’s eyes magnified greatly, at your unexpected words, in which his gaze softened. His eyes dilated unknowingly with sweet passion, but little did you know, they had a hint of pity in his eyes. He grazed down the side of your face with the back of his hand, staring at you in a conflicting demeanor, resulting in him to whisper to your sleeping figure.

“You’re cruel, (Y/N). I have no idea what I should even do, with a woman like you. You fell in love with ‘Jong Gun Park’, yet you have no idea who I really am… Would you still ‘love’ me if I tell you who my true identity is…?”

As he held your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheek back and forth, he beheld your lucid condition affectionately like a love-sick puppy. For some reason, he was suddenly reminded of the words that he told Daniel Park that day…

It was better than the best night I had with any woman.

Was it really though? Feeling how ridiculous he now felt due to how he effortlessly said those exact words to Daniel Park, Gun snickered, never imagining that he could have a “change of heart”, as people like to call it. He sighed before bringing his lips onto your forehead fatuously, before mumbling to himself, “Sorry Daniel Park, but I was mistaken. This IS the best night I’ve ever had with a woman. And this woman, is… all mine.”

With those humane thoughts in Gun’s head, he decided to forgive your sleepiness for tonight. His exhausted eyes began to slowly shut themselves, which led him to cradle you deeply into his arms. It didn’t take long for him to follow you as well, as his eyes slowly shut to drift off into a completely relaxed sleep.

[End of Ch. XI]

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[ddarker-dreams]

Just wanted to drop by and give you my praise. I’ve been following you since the early days when you first started putting out Chrollo x reader, Yandere, and headcanons. I came back after a few years when my interests shifted to other characters. Yet, my adoration for Chrollo remained, and I came back this year. It makes me sad that I missed out on those years, but it makes me more appreciative. To see that you kept posting Chrollo all this time, and amazing as ever. It makes my entire day, each time I read or reread your posts. Your writing is the best that I know of when it comes to writing Chrollo. That I can see other writers that you inspired, and it makes it possible to enjoy lots of Chrollo fics, and headcanons. Of course there still isn’t as much Chrollo content due to him not being as popular, and older content no longer available from other creators. Other than that, I get excited reading your Chrollo, you really do him justice. There aren’t any other areas of social media that I can find a space like this that still exist. It’s calming, and a place to relax while reading my dark Chrollo content. Even if it wasn’t a place to relax, I would still be back because I love it that much. You inspired me as well. I will be contributing Chrollo content soon, because we need more. Much love!! Thanks!! ✨❤️

PLSSSS this ask made my week when i first read it, i've been thinking over how to respond in a way that properly conveys my gratitude ,, as i did so, i realized that this ask resonated with me so much because chrollo is the character that roped me back into writing. creating stories these past few years have been an absolute source of joy which wouldn't have been possible without the Mr Lucilfer catalyst.

we've been blessed by the chrollo fanfic resurgence 😌😌 i remember how hard-pressed i used to be to find stories on him. now, there are plenty of amazing authors and works to peruse. togashi even blessed us with new pieces of the phantom troupe's backstory. god bless.

thank you so much for your support and sending this message in!! it's meant a great deal to me. i wish you all the best in writing for him!!!

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[crazykuroneko]

Joining the Rewind the Tape event

This will be my first time rewatching IWTV S1 since it's first broadcast (excluding the indirect watch I get from watching YouTube reactions). I'm bad at creating content, but I have been meaning to rewatch it the same way I watch movies; with my note app ready for me to write down things I notice. And like when watching movies, I don't really care about source material nor the existing theories; I just try to deduce from what I see. So, I feel this is a good way to refresh my mind before going into S2 after all the fanons and theories going around. I use my note to decide how I score a film, so I write down technical stuff as well.

If anyone wants to discuss, feel free to reply ✌️

Here is my note for S01E1:

• What a witty opening. Tricking audience that it's something it's not (an ad, which is closer to our reality). Setting the tone of what's to come.

• "Your sources are your Sherpas (a guide?). Your editor is your priest. Honesty is not a tactic."

• "Can he make his fantasy a reality?" Touche!

• 9/4/73. 4 September 1973

• Daniel looks so pissed listening to the old tape lol.

• That transition of Louis' face over the city. That's so Great Gatsby of him. And the long close shot makes Louis so still and inhuman, what a contrast with the ones from the church scene.

• "Have I hit the nerve?" Drink every time the script being so funny!

• Louis: "Yet you come anyway". Daniel: "That's my voice but I don't remember it" 

• "Truth and reconciliation" Reconciliation: the process of making two opposite beliefs, ideas, or situations agree.

• June 14, 2022.

• "The favored son. And capital to oversee as consequence"

• "You're a pimp". "The product is desire" The difference in their language in this dialogue is so interesting.

• Bricks hitting Fenwick after he tried to rape her. That's our girl 😌✊

• The score came up on the right time.

• Lestat witnessing and hearing the contradiction in Louis over loving his brother versus going hard on him in order to survive and falling in love immediately 😌✊✊✊✊

• "Let's not fuss on the particulars" Particulars in question are women being exploited and sometimes raped, but okay. 

• Florence and Grace don't like to hear the hard facts, I see. 

• "A lie I told myself about myself"

• No that white man Louis staring at is so ugly. Louis, please!

• Oh, Les definitely hears Tom inviting Louis for a game on Friday.

• "And there's a food" *gestures to Lily*. God, i love this script.

• Oh, Lestat did "mezmerized" Louis here (either accidentally or not idk), like he did with Paul later at the dinner. Hence, Louis says "not with my family".

• "Emasculation AND admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted TO BE the man." Basically a summary of what attracts Louis to Lestat. 

• Lestat killing the white man with lamp scene is interesting if you consider what we watch as Louis' POV because logically Louis didn't see it as it happened in 1910. But the existence of this scene signals that 2022 Louis (or Louis after the fact) now knows that Lestat did prowling the city during the night killing people. Iirc there will be more scenes like this.

• Help Sam and Jacob's chemistry right when their eyes meet each other 😭😭😭😭♥️

• Not @ Lestat dumbing himself down in front of the white men and Louis smiled adorably over it even though he probably knew that's just an act. We lost him so fast

• The practical effects are so cool.

• Lestat was like don't you know your value etc etc, yet he still did not back up Louis to Fenwick. The red flag is red flagging.

• "He's not revealed his vampire nature yet." But Louis definitely knows something is up with him (see: two instances of "mezmerize" and the time stop)

• That shot of Leslou in the mirror at the tailor is so cute 🥺

• "Mother loves European" Louis is so her son 😂

• "He ain't takin' it you getting married" Paul was indeed getting worse 😭

• Lestat being so taken aback with how blunt Paul is then taken aback over Louis' lying to his family he's not enjoying opera is so funny. 

• Sam's eyebrows definitely have a life of their own lol

• Louis gives Lestat's "violent and weird peculiarity" a pass unless it's toward his loved ones. Reminds me of that Jacob's interview on the domestic abuse in the show.

• The talk Leslou have while walking back to Lestat's house is really the summary of Louis' different "hats". "They sit in judgement. Paul is the only one to say it to my face"

• Louis' action vs words when Lestat asked him for a "nightcap" is 🤌

• I thought Lestat's hand is in Lily's skirt when she seemingly orgasm, but it isn't. His hand also doesn't explore too much on her at Fairplay Saloon either compared to what Louis' narration implies. Is it the show being careful how they touch women or is it some kind of "censor"? I need to pay attention to it later.

• The choreo between Leslou to make it look like they're fighting for control/dominance. This is A grade yaoi 🤌🤌🤌🤌

• Louis checking on Daniel whether he has ~ embraced his sexuality~ then describing his homosexual intimate moment with drugs to a former addict is a very deliberate choice. Daniel isn't the only one digging in this interview.

• Drinking blood from another in an intimate setting feels extremely intimate

• Gosh Paul doesn't even want Levi to touch him

• The tap dance scene 😭 Paul 😭

• Paul spiralling down pre-wedding, seemingly angry during the wedding, eating a lot, remembering their best time, checking on Louis and Grace, saying I love you. Yeah, he definitely did it himself 🥲

• I know the night sky is a green screen, but the lights hit Louis' face so beautifully. I don't know how they did it 

• Florence 😡😡😡😡

• "Miss Lily proved herself a poor subtitute" Lestat 😡😡😡😡😡

• Lestat is completely out of touch with humanity, he only cares about himself.

• Finnick must think it's very weird that he has to keep Lestat away from Louis that he gets his arm broken but the next time they meet, Leslou are close again 😅

• Daniel Hart slaying with the score 🤌🤌🤌🤌

• Louis connects the dots when he hears Lily got the "fever" 😞

• Jacob's acting at the confession. The score filling the space over his voice. The mixing tuned up perfectly when Lestat snatching the priest. 🤌

• Lestat knocked down two lamps, one is so far away from the confession, to give proper lighting is so funny lol. (I know it's shooting necessity but still 😂)

• Sam definitely has a subwoofer in his throat wtf (I'm listening with earphones)

• You can see Sam hasn't used to talk with his fangs on here.

• The camera trick after Lestat punched the priest is so clever.

• I wonder what Lestat is hearing during his proposal scene, because he definitely gets Louis the moment he says he loves him. The change in Louis' face 🥲

• Sam's eye acting during the part laid over with Louis' narration. That part will always be my Roman Empire 

• "For the first time in my life, I was seen". Not "felt seen". He's still sure that that's a fact. 

• Louis already gives little nods the moment Lestat finished "for eternity" 🥲🥲🥲🥲

• Jacob's whole monologue during the turn 🤌🤌🤌

• "He sat there, radiant" *while Lestat's is laying down, catching his breath* Louis' narration is more "flowery" than the recollection?

Summary: I'm extremely impressed with how much we know about Louis' personality (especially the contradiction in himsef) just from the script of this episode. Alan Taylor trusts Jacob and Sam's ability a lot to do a lot of close-ups and just let their faces tell the story. Louis' costumes, scores, and audio mixing are perfection.

#rewind the tape #iwtv #interview with the vampire #vampterview #moi.txt

[33max]

M A X F E S T ♡

What is Max Fest?

A fest for all things, you guessed it… Max! This could be Max as part of the main pairing, or Max as the sole focus. It’s completely up to you!

The purpose of Max Fest is so we can get our creativity on while loving Max! (And also because I will gobble up any Max content!)

What could I do for Max Fest?

It’s completely up to you and I want Max Fest to be available to everyone - writers, artists, creatives, bakers etc.

If you would like inspiration for things you could do…

Write a fic!

Make a playlist!

Create some art!

Make a video!

Knit something!

Design a recipe!

Bake a cake (that we won’t be able to eat but I would still love to look at!)

Anything you like that other people may get enjoyment out of seeing! ♥️

If you have something in mind that is not listed above, I’m sure it’s fine, but feel free to DM me if you would like the extra confirmation.

Are any Max ships allowed?

Yes. We welcome any Max ships to Max Fest! If you would like to write Maxiel, Lestappen, 4433, Max/Christian, or even Max/GP - have at it! Rare pairs are absolutely fine too.

Is PWP (or any other genre) allowed?

Yes, just utilise the tagging system on ao3 or content tags on tumblr if you need to!

What are the requirements?

Max!

If you would like to write a fic for the event, then the minimum word count is 1500 words.

If you would like to curate a playlist, make a video, or submit some art then please consider a time equivalent.

Where can I sign up?

You can sign up on ao3 here

If you’re not posting to ao3 then you can use the hashtag #maxfest2023 on tumblr

You can also join my Max discord server here where we talk about all things Max. There are people to keep you motivated in there if you need a cheerleader (or a bonk!)

What is the deadline?

The deadline is 31st March, as the ao3 collection will be revealed on 1st April. If you’re not posting to ao3 then get ready to post on 1st April 😌

Any further questions?

Please drop me a message! I’m really excited about Max Fest and I’m happy to answer any questions.

#maxfest2023 #max verstappen

[not-goldy]

Right now there are a lot of ex tkk out there who left after Paris. Some of who wrote little to late apologies to Jimin for believing he was the devil/villain, when now they realize that title belongs to the big TK accounts who hand fed them lies. The ones who helped brain wash them & half this fandom & harass everyone. They swallowed that pill & accepted their ship is not real and Paris actually happened. Now they're just sitting around alone cause the people they thought were their friends turned their back on them for seeing the light. These people could do the funniest thing right now, the right thing. Those TK GC's and twitter spaces they were a part of and saved. Full of Tkk & big Tk accounts slandering Jimin & plans to sabotage him and vile lies they made up to spread and openly hated on Jk cause they were mad at him, spearheaded by those active TK accounts. They could email them to bighit. DM the screenshots they held onto, to Jimin and Jikook report accounts. Get these big TK and anti accounts taken down. They were on the inside and know first hand things said in private in those space. How manipulated they were and seeing how its continuing.

Their own leader, told them models called Tae Monsieur Gayhyung in Paris, only for the models to say it was disgusting lies. Instead of admitting he lied on purpose cause he didn't think these people would release statements, he let you all take the blame and look like deranged fools for spreading it and deactivated and came back a few weeks later like nothing happened and you let him. The person creates lies every day and You help spread them. Then the person deactivates cause they can't take the heat and you take the fall and he gains new braindead followers when they come back.

I know It'll never happen tho cause they aren't brave. I on the other hand would be a raging bitch, the whistleblower and expose the fuck out of every damn one of them MF's who helped gaslit me.

I HAVE THREE LARGE BREASTS AND A TAIL.

I'm alway prepared to recieve new Jikook believers into my large bossom and feed them with content 😌

They can start with @nightswithkookmin

And if they want to interact they'll find me here.

I'm open to receiving their confessions about Jikook in my ask box. Shit if it's good I'll even share it so everyone can read it.

If it's triggering and full of doubt I'll send them straight to purgatory.

Tuktukkers are indeed very much manipulated and gaslit into believing things they shouldn't believe if they had a little bit of brain cells in their skulls.

Like it's that simple, you don't even need analysis you just need to use your head, if you believe no two relationships are equal then you'd rightfully assume there must be something unique and special about every ship. Start by individualizing every ship. Start there and if you don't that's how the madness begin.

And if you believe TKk and JKK are two Unique ships- what sets them apart? You don't find this out if you succumb to the prevalent cognitive roadblocks prevalent in TKK land. To find that out what makes them each truly Unique, desist from minimizing, trivializing, overlooking, going against your instincts and going against common sense. One plus one is two. If it she's a duck it's a duck. You don't need to bend and twist and squeeze your brain out.

The common truth and fact of the matter is, however "close" TKK were in the past,however they try to be close now, Jikook are closer. That ship has sailed. However jikook try to normalize that closeness, neutralize it, do damage control- it really doesn't change the fact that out of all BTS pairs they have the most chemistry, are and do come across as the most intimate because you simply can't hide intimacy if it's there between two people.

It shows in everything they do and say.

It's like whatever Vmin have. You can't minimize it. You can't sweep it under the rag. No matter how long they go without producing Content- when they do that content will always light up warmth in our hearts.

You can't take vmin soul mates away from them no matter how much analysis you make, no matter how much you think they hate eachother underneath. They would still be Vmin.

Jikook is jikook no matter what anyone says.

And ooh for TKK, once you clock what their dynamic really is- you may not think of them as Jikook but you'd definitely appreciate them same.

I know a thing or two bout whistle-blower laws and I'm very good in street fights- if you do decide to be a raging bitch, I got your back🤭