#that doesn’t concern any of my mutuals or followers

[aemondsbabygirl]

I hate vague blogging but what I hate more, is ppl who make things up to sound interesting and gain attention, when it’s obviously lies or heavily embellished truths.

#that doesn’t concern any of my mutuals or followers #but just #that’s just sad #tbd

[wttcsms]

angels like you can't fly down here with me (i'm everything they say i would be), megumi fushiguro ;

pairing megumi fushiguro x f!reader word count 11k  synopsis people like him don't get happy endings but megumi fushiguro (foolishly) considers himself to be the exception — after all, he has you. content contains yakuza au, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, attempted sa, minor violence & depictions of blood author's note if ur on my ao3, you know this is from 2021!!! my writing has changed up since then, but i'm going to be releasing a revised version of this which will be rewritten and feature more scenes, more worldbuilding, more plot, relationship and character development, etc!! i figured releasing this on tumblr would help me gauge how worthwhile revision of this fic will be, so lmk if u like this au & want to see it become even better <3

Don’t do it.

He repeats the command inside his head again, and then one more time for good measure. (And then another time, just to drive the point across.)

He won’t — can’t; isn’t really allowed to — get into (another!) fight.

(Well, there’s a part of Megumi that knows that despite Gojo’s sing-songy warning of “now, now, Megumi, I don’t need a frequent visitor’s card for the principal’s office”, he doesn’t actually care. All he’s really concerned about — if the mild interest the reckless teenager turned legal guardian shows can even be called that — is whether or not Megumi wins.

And he does.

Every. Single. Time.)

For the most part, Megumi Fushiguro is fairly stoic in general, but to a concerning degree when one accounts for the fact that he’s only ten years old. For the odd three or so years he’s been under Gojo’s wing, Megumi’s mask of disinterest stopped becoming a mask and started becoming a part of him.

(Try as he might, Gojo’s not nearly as funny as he thinks he is. Maybe the connection between them might have been stronger if Gojo was a bit more responsible and if he was actually present, but he’s got his own shit to deal with. Besides, Gojo’s under the impression that what he’s doing isn’t cruel, but rather a means to an end. Megumi’s never going to be able to get stronger if he doesn’t learn how to survive on his own.

After all, being alone and having to fight to survive is the life people like them live.)

The older preteens in the area have a bad habit of picking on the younger students. Because the elementary and middle schools are so close together, the younger students who have the misfortune of walking alone tend to be targets for bullies in need of pocket change or a good laugh. Most of the time, they get both.

As of late, everyone’s favorite target happens to be Megumi Fushiguro, the boy with the messy black hair and indifferent attitude, even when confronted by boys two years his senior and almost a whole entire head taller than him.

Last week, Megumi gave the three older boys dumb enough to harass him for money bloody noses, bruised egos, and a thirst for revenge. That was the first (and supposed to be the last) time he got into a fight (for this school year, at least — something Gojo had told him, while winking). So, even when the trio is back together again, taunting him and trying to get him to take the first swing, Megumi keeps walking forward with his perpetual look of disinterest, those cold blue eyes of his staring straight at the path ahead of him, never paying any mind to the gangly bodies of the middle school boys who keep trying to block him from moving.

Don’t do it.

He tells himself this once more. You don’t want to have to inconvenience Gojo. Then, you’ll be stuck listening to him pretend to lecture you. You don’t like spending too much time with Gojo. He’ll make weird jokes. 

The thought of having to deal with Gojo’s presence is enough to get Megumi to unclench his fists.

“Move.”

It’s the first thing he says to the group since they started following him after school. He tells the boy with the brown hair this. The brunet seems to be their ringleader of sorts, and even as nothing more than a ten year old child, Megumi knows that being twelve/thirteen and harassing little kids for sport is a sign of patheticness that will only grow and fester into something darker unless someone beats some sense into them. Obviously, they didn’t learn their lesson from last week.

“Huh? What the hell did ya just say, ya little brat?” The brown haired boy sneers, looking down at Megumi.

School has just let out, so there are dozens of kids of all ages walking down the sidewalk. They’re all aware of the situation happening, but everyone chooses to turn a blind eye to it. Partly because this is such a common occurrence that it just starts to become something that blends into the scenery, but also because there are some rumors surrounding the Fushiguro kid that’s enough to make anyone with a heart of gold reluctant to come to his rescue.

The main rumor circulating around the school is that Megumi Fushiguro has ties to the yakuza. Granted, most kids his age have no idea what the yakuza is, and even those who somewhat know only know through exaggerated definitions from their older siblings. Generally, everyone just accepts the fact that the yakuza is bad, and by default, Megumi Fushiguro must be bad too. Older siblings tell their younger siblings to avoid “that boy” at all costs, unless they want to end up with a finger cut off. Megumi’s classmates huddle together and conveniently choose to look everywhere else but at him when on the playground.

For anyone else, this might have been enough to cause some hurt feelings. Everyone thinks the boy must be some type of stupid to be so oblivious to the rumors centered around him, but the truth is this: Megumi is well aware of what people whisper about behind his back; he just doesn’t care enough to prove them wrong.

And they’re not wrong, anyway.

(For some parts of the rumors, at least.)

Because it’s true — Megumi does have ties to the yakuza. His father, who he can’t seem to attach neither a name nor a face to, must have done something bad. Something bad enough to have him cross paths with Satoru Gojo, the young head of the Gojo Clan, one of Tokyo’s most prominent crime families. It’s the same Gojo who decided to adopt both Megumi and his stepsister, Tsumiki, despite having nothing (so far) to gain from it. After all, why would a teenager willingly assign himself the responsibilities of caring for small children — one who resembles the man that tried to kill him and the other being an ill little girl confined to a hospital bed for who knows how long. All Gojo gets from this deal is a headache, bills, and more problems than necessary.

Megumi’s not really sure how the rumors started in the first place. He thinks it’s because kids his age are easily influenced and have a tendency to run wild with their imaginations. With the rising popularity of gangs from the high school students, this interest seems to have trickled all the way down to the elementary levels. Megumi certainly fits the description of their idea of someone from the yakuza: silent, secretive, scary.

(If they were a little bit older, maybe they would have just seen him as an introvert.)

No matter how ridiculous the rumors get, though, it doesn’t change the fact that the root of them is true: he is connected to the yakuza. After all, he’s being primed and prepped to be someone of value in the clan. Once you’re tied with the likes of them, you might as well just resign to the knot fate’s trapped you with. He’s learned quickly that the only thing harder than getting into the yakuza is getting out.

And because his sister’s and his life both depend on him doing as he’s told, getting out is a funny pipe dream at best and the Fushiguro siblings’ cause of death at worst.

“I told you to move. You’re blocking my way.” Megumi’s tone of voice betrays nothing. Annoyance, maybe, but he speaks flatly regardless of how he’s truly feeling. Gojo says it’s kinda creepy. Gojo also says that being a little creepy isn’t bad.

(Gojo should know; he’s a certified creep in Megumi’s eyes.)

“Oh — so the little boy can speak up.” The boy with blond hair laughs. It’s a nasally sound that grates Megumi’s ears.

He’s not an idiot. Megumi is well aware of the fact that no matter how much he feels like it isn’t true, he’s still just a little ten year old boy. He should be playing with the toy cars Gojo bought him, not worrying about the gritty future that lies ahead. But still, the phrase rubs him the wrong way.

Little boy.

He wasn’t so little when he kicked them down to his height before properly bashing their faces, now was he? Even now, he can feel the anger coming up. He clenches his fists, wondering if he’ll get suspended for fighting right next to school property.

“Leave him alone.”

Another voice appears, but not from any of the boys. No — this time, it’s coming from a little girl on the sidewalk across from theirs. Everyone involved turns to stare at the source of such a command and are greeted with the sight of you with a Hello Kitty backpack. You’ve got a frown on your face that doesn’t match the brightness of your pink outfit.

Megumi recognizes you instantly. You’re in the same class as him. You were in the same class as him last year, too. He tilts his head, trying to figure out what exactly it is you’re trying to accomplish here — and why.

He knows his social standing in the school. If he’s at the bottom, you’re right at the top. A beaming pillar of light, everyone flocks to you like moths after a flame. But you’re alone today, not surrounded by the usual crowd of boys and girls who are often vying for your attention. Seeing you alone enables him to see you more clearly, without all the distractions getting in his way.

You’re small. Shorter than him, and way shorter than the middle school boys. You’ve got a bow in your hair and brand new shoes on your feet. If anybody should be socially aware, it has to be you. Those at the top, Megumi knows, like to remind everyone of their placement. You shouldn’t be here. You should be ignoring him like he’s got the plague, just like everyone else.

All three of the boys start to laugh after sizing you up. The laughter only serves to make you even more irritated, but you can’t speak because one of them is already talking through his laughs.

“Don’t tell me. Is this your girlfriend?”

The group erupts into more laughter, and while Megumi’s expression remains the same as it’s been for the past few minutes, yours only shows your growing contempt.

“She’s no one.” Megumi throws you an odd look, one of neither annoyance nor gratitude for trying to help him out. He uses your presence as a distraction, and he manages to take a few more steps before one of the boys is yanking him back by his bookbag.

“Grab her.” One of the boys says, and the third boy, the one with the messy red hair, starts to cross the street.

Megumi watches as you stay right where you are. Are you stupid? Why won’t you run? The boy still has a solid grip on his bookbag, keeping him in place. He wonders if it’ll be a waste of his breath if he tells you to start running — you probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

But then Megumi figures out why you don’t look too frightened, because not even a second before the older boy manages to cross the street to your side of the sidewalk, a man in a suit is running towards you, a scowl on his face.

“You said you were going to the restroom, young lady!” The man scolds you while panting for breath. He surveys the scene, looking at you, and then the middle school boy by your side before turning his head and seeing Megumi in between the other two boys. “What’s going on? Is everything alright? Did they do anything to you?”

“No, Mr. Higashi. B-but—“ Your bottom lip starts to tremble, and even though Higashi is certain that the tears about to fall are fake, the situation itself looks serious enough to the point where he doesn’t call you out on it. “Th-these boys are being really mean.” You let out a high pitched wail that makes the boy let go of Megumi’s bookbag. “They just threatened to attack me and my friend out of nowhere.”

“Your father will be informed.” Higashi frowns, eyeing the guilty boys who look confused and a little shocked at this turn of events. “Mr. [Surname] certainly won’t be pleased to hear about this.”

The middle school boys pale when they hear the man name drop your family’s surname.

After all, it’s the same last name that’s engraved on plaques all over the school, thanking your family for the many donations they’ve received.

You enter into Megumi’s life that way: unexpectedly. He never thanked you for intervening, but it’s not like you did it for the thanks anyway. You did it, you tell him, because you figured he needed some help.

“I had it handled.” He tells you flatly. “Why are you even sitting here? Your friends keep staring at us.”

It’s true. Stories of what happened are already circulating around both schools, and while all your friends spent the whole entire day pestering you for the full story, you chose to keep quiet about the situation. And now, here you are, choosing to sit and eat lunch with Megumi, someone who also knows the true story of what went down but the only one people aren't brave enough to ask.

Your whole entire table of friends keep their heads huddled together as they go back and forth with each other, every one of them sparing glances at Megumi’s table. It makes the rice in his mouth taste stale. He should have just stayed in the classroom to eat, especially if he knew you would be bothering him.

“Gee, is that any way to treat a friend?” You huff, not at all actually annoyed with him.

“We’re not friends.”

“Too late. I told my dad we were.”

There has been one question on his mind ever since that incident. Just who exactly is your father? He’s not stupid; he knows that you must come from a wealthy family. If the buildings and auditorium named after your family isn’t enough proof, the fact that you always have the latest toys, the nicest shoes, the cutest stationery sets — that’s material proof of a spoiled princess.

You continue speaking, and as if you can read his mind, you’re already answering his question. “My daddy’s called a CEO. But the man you saw is Mr. Higashi. He takes care of me when dad’s away at work, and everything I do gets typed up in a report that dad sees every day. He wasn’t happy about what happened, so he says the boys will get in trouble. He told us not to worry, though.” You have a pleased smile on your face, waiting for Megumi to say something in reply.

“Okay.” He says, after a while. He only spoke because it seemed like you were waiting for him to. “It doesn’t mean we’re friends.”

“What’s so wrong about being friends with me?” You tilt your head. Everyone wants to be friends with you. And that’s before they even figure out that you live in a real life mansion with actual servants, and that sometimes you’re allowed to eat dessert for dinner. Even without the wealth, you still draw people in, whether it be with your bright smile or cheery attitude.

“Don’t you already have enough friends?” He can’t figure out what you could possibly want with him. Even though Gojo’s got the backing of the clan and enough funds to run the Tokyo underground with cash to spare, it’s not like Megumi is in a position to take advantage of it. Gojo hands him a thick wad of cash every week with a tip to “spend wisely, hehehehe”, and Megumi takes the tip to heart. A majority of the money sits saved in his bedroom, underneath a floorboard he spent a week trying to figure out how to loosen without anyone catching on. (Which was actually easy whenever he realized that nobody seems to really watch him to begin with.) So, he doesn’t look like he has money, and isn’t that what all rich kids want? To surround themselves with equally rich kids?

“I guess.” Your bubbly mood seems to dampen a bit at the mention of the other kids. They like you, sure. But they like each other a lot more. The gap between you and the other kids isn’t noticeable at first, but the novelty of having an endless supply of company has lost its luster. Meanwhile, the glamor of your life only keeps the hoards of “friends” to grow as the days go by. It’s always “let’s have a sleepover at [Names]’s!” or “[Name], we have to go to your house because you have the best toys!”. You wonder if they like you, or the shiny things that they get when they’re with you. “But, it’s not like youhave any friends.”

“I don’t need any.” The response is quick — instinctual. Gojo, even if not the greatest guardian by any parental standards, still presses Megumi to have a proper (or, as proper as it can be) childhood.

(“You know, I don’t care if you bring any friends over. Just make sure no one ends up accidentally getting shot, okay, Megumi?”

Yeah, because that’s definitely gonna push him towards throwing as many parties as he wants.)

People in his position don’t have many friends. It’s hard to, he assumes, because of all the killings and betrayals and power plays.

(And, he’ll soon learn that it hurts a lot less to lose an enemy than it does a friend.)

“Hmm. Okay.”

But you don’t get up from your seat, and he doesn’t tell you to move.

The next day, you’re carrying two bento boxes. The lunches are prepared for you by world class chefs and everything is done in a rather cutesy manner to entice you into not wasting your food. The fruit is cut into pretty shapes, the food has picks with animals on them, and everything is colorful and to your own personal tastes.

You take a seat next to him once again. He looks up for a second, sees that it’s you, and returns back to his meal that looks pitiful in comparison. Leftover rice and some cold meat. You think it’s the same thing he had last time.

“For you.” You slide the second bento you had requested towards him before opening up your own.

“What’s this for?”

“For you to eat, silly.”

“...How much?”

“Huh? All of it, I guess? If you don’t like something, tell me, and I’ll request something different tomorrow.” You don’t quite understand what he’s asking you.

“No. How much does it cost? I'll bring you the money tomorrow.”

“Why would it cost you?” Now you’re really confused.

Didn’t anyone ever teach you that everything comes attached with a price? If it’s not money you want, it must be something else. At least, if Megumi’s judgments are right. (And they usually are.)

“Fushiguro, I brought you this because I want you to eat well and grow strong.”

He wonders what rice shaped like Hello Kitty has to do with his strength.

“Also, so the next time people give you or me trouble, you can fight them, okay?”

Oh. So it’s protection you want. He contemplates what he thinks your request is before popping a piece of food into his mouth. A meal made with care — he can taste the thought that’s been put into it. Shoving his old lunch to the side, he quickly starts eating at the one you brought him.

Okay. So maybe he does accept your offer.

“Meguuuumi.” You whine out his name, messing up the navy sheets of his bed while he sits at his desk, trying to finish his application for university. “I’m bored.”

“Good. Go to your own house then, and leave me alone.”

“You’re so mean to me.” You sigh, turning your head so that half of your face is pressed against his pillow. The scent of his shampoo still sticks to the fabric, and you subconsciously inhale the scent some more. It’s familiar and reminds you of him, your favorite person in the world.

No one believes you when you tell them that Megumi is your best friend. No one wants to believe that it’s true. After all, the two of you look more like a shoujo manga trope than an actual pair of best friends. The cold, inexpressive dark haired male lead with a secretive past he doesn’t want anyone to know about and the bright, bubbly, ball of energy that is constantly clinging to his side. It’s like looking at night and day with you two.

“And yet, you’re still always here.”

You’re still by his side, even when the two of you reached middle school and high school together, and he spent a majority of his time starting (and finishing) fights.

(“Get off of him!” You screamed, yanking on the collar of one of the boys who happened to be trying to grab Megumi from behind. You don’t have the same amount of strength as them, but everyone at this point knows who you are and who exactly your father is. No matter what the origin of the fight is won’t matter; all that matters is that the precious daughter of one of Tokyo’s richest CEOs got caught in it, and that’s enough to get everyone involved into some deep shit.

Immediately, the boy scampers off, and the other boy Megumi was punching into the squeaky clean floors of the hallway begins to thrash around wildly, eyes wide at the sudden sight of you. Seeing you coming from behind Megumi is like watching the sun peek through a dozen storm clouds.

Megumi gives him one last punch, not nearly as satisfied as he thought he would be. Honestly, getting into fights with low level delinquents is beneath him. It’s not just his knuckles and clothes that are getting dirty; by feeding into the school’s image that he’s this young, violent yakuza heir, he’s dirtying the prestige Gojo claims is oh so important.

“Megumi.” He straightens up at the sound of your voice, which usually sounds so sweet, especially when it’s directed towards him. Instead, you have an uncharacteristic frown on your face and you sound… mad. “Let’s go.”

You’ve got a hand wrapped around his wrist, and people part when they spot the two of you making a hasty exit. The teachers aren’t bold enough to cause a scene with you, and the students know both you and Megumi are practically untouchable — one being the spoiled brat daughter of a rich and powerful businessman, the other, a ticking time bomb with ties to the yakuza.

You don’t stop walking until the two of you are in a secluded courtyard at the school. No one goes here, mainly because it’s in such an inconvenient location and there’s nothing but trees and weeds over growing it. The two of you found it within your first week of being here, and ever since then, it’s become your designated spot to avoid prying eyes.

“I thought you were over stupid fights. You told me yourself that they weren’t the type of people worth beating up.” You scold him, forcing him to take a seat on the bench that creaks under his weight. You make a noise as you inspect the drying blood on his knuckles.

If an outsider were to look at the scene before them, they would gape at the unbecoming sight of you on your knees, in between his legs, too close for a duo who claims to be “just good friends”. But there’s nothing inherently dirty in your thoughts. Instead, you’re staring thoughtfully at his hands, inspecting the minor damage done to them.

Megumi swallows hard as he looks down on you. He shouldn’t be feeling like this — you’re his best friend, his only friend. The only person who’s by his side. If you could read in his mind, there’s no doubt that you would be recoiling away from him in disgust…)

You’re still by his side, even when he told you the truth about himself after waiting years to see if you were truly his friend or not.

(“The rumors—” He starts to say, but you shush him, rolling over on your side to face him. The two of you are lying on the grass in your massive backyard, trying to spot a shooting star that’s supposed to be passing by at any second now.

“I don’t care about that.” You tell him. Middle school was a bitch to deal with, mainly because as everyone was in the process of growing up and “maturing”, so did the rumors they spread. Now, the two of you are halfway through your first week of high school. A new school, a couple of new classmates, and new rumors surrounding the odd pair.

“If I told you the rumors about me being someone you should avoid were true, would you be mad?” He’s lying on his back, still staring up at the night sky. He’s not turning to face you, almost as if he’s scared to look at you.

“Yes.” You answer without any hesitation. “At the person who’s spreading that around.” You clarify, poking him on his side to lighten the somber mood he’s setting. “You’re the only real friend I’ve had in forever, Megumi. I don’t think what anyone says about you would change that.”

“What if I did something bad?” Like kill a person. What then? What would you think of him if he told you the full truth: that Gojo told him that he can’t shield Megumi from the dirtier aspects of this type of life. That he’s spent hours after school, hours after hanging out with you and pretending to be a normal teenager, learning how to assemble, disassemble, and then reassemble a gun. That his target practice isn’t glass bottles lined up in a row or sheets printed out with human bodies. What happens if he told you that his target practice was low level scum from rival yakuza clans that Gojo couldn’t be bothered to kill himself?

“Mmm. How bad are we talking? Like, lied to me when you said my Christmas outfit looked good but half my ass was practically exposed bad or committing a felony bad?”

“What if I told you… that I really was a yakuza heir.”

The silence is palpable and especially soul crushing to Megumi as he waits for your reply.

“It wouldn’t matter to me, Megumi.” You say. You know that this isn’t just some type of hypothetical question he’s asking for fun. From his odd living situation to the intense nature of him in general to the fact that he knows practically everything about you, but you barely know the full extent of his childhood traumas despite growing up alongside him, you know deep in your heart that there has to be something going on with him. Something dark enough to harbor stories about him.

“Are you sure about that?”

You reach for his hand in the dark, finding it without really needing to look. He’s not one that’s prone to initiating physical contact, but you found out that he doesn’t really mind when you reach for him first.

“You can’t get rid of me, no matter how crazy or fucked up you think your life is.” You squeeze his hand, still staring at him.

You don’t notice the shooting star flying past the night sky, but Megumi is looking right at it. He knows what he’s wishing for.

For your words to be true.)

You’re still by his side, even when he brought you to his sister’s bedside. She’s sick, afflicted with something no one knows, not even the private doctors that Gojo’s spent millions on. She was still conscious, albeit confined to her bed when the two of you first met, but she’s been in a coma ever since the last year of middle school. You were by his side as he broke down about the news. It was the first time you’ve ever seen him cry.

So, no matter how much it may seem like he’s pushing you away, you don’t budge. For someone smaller than him and definitely weaker, you’re awfully resilient. And while people make the occasional joke, telling you to “blink twice if you need help”, you don’t pay any attention to them. If only they knew the truth: that you’ve got Megumi Fushiguro, heir to a massive yakuza clan, wrapped around your dainty finger.

He’s so whipped that he found himself asking Gojo for a rare favor.

(“College?” Gojo rubs the back of his neck, staring at Megumi. “I mean, I guess it’ll be good for you. Meet a wild party girl, take her to your dorm room, tame her—”

“An education is the whole point of attending, you know.” Megumi interrupts him before Gojo can jump into a story highlighting all of his sexual endeavors with college girls back in the day.

“Eh. I guess.” But then a grin lights up the feature of the man who [kind of/by definition] raised him. “But y’know what I know for a fact.” He wiggles his eyebrows, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tilts his head downwards. “You wanna follow [Name].”)

It doesn’t really matter if he’s not good enough to get into the university you’ve already received an early acceptance for. Because Gojo tries to make up for being an absent father figure, he fills in those empty spaces with cold, hard cash. All it takes is one nice donation, and Megumi’s wherever he wants to be.

Where he wants to be, he realizes, is to be by your side. Wherever you go, he’ll gladly follow. Funnily enough, despite the two vastly different backgrounds the both of you come from, you both have similar means of getting what you want.

Your father had already looked over the list of universities you had in mind, and all you could do was excitedly squeal and start rambling the moment the acceptance letters came in the mail. Despite the fact that your father’s physically absent from your life most of the time, he still tries to show he cares in the things he does for you. If paying off over half a dozen major universities in order to make you happy is something he has to do, he’ll do it without batting an eye.

It’s the same thing on Megumi’s end. Granted, Gojo’s means are more along the lines of using money as a lubricant and then death as an inevitable. Money talks, a gunshot to the head silences. Nobody can accuse anyone of taking bribes if said accused person is in a grave six feet under.

Sometimes, Megumi wonders how you’re just so oblivious to the fortunate circumstances in your life. You chalk up a lot of your father’s wishes as just “good luck”. In school, you’re placed on a pedestal, revered as some goddess-like, otherworldly being. People are practically tripping over themselves, running towards you for a crumb of your attention. Anyone sane would gladly wield this power and use it for all its worth. Not you, though. Not you, who’s kind and considerate and completely clean from the corruptness that plagues everyone else.

Megumi knows good and well that he’s not a hero — couldn’t be farther from it, if he’s being honest. He doesn’t feel a moral obligation to go out and rid the world of all evil. (It’d be hypocritical, he thinks, considering the fact that he’s most likely belonging under the evil category himself.) From a young age, he’s already known and come to terms with his fate. He’s going to train and learn from the best, and eventually, he will succeed as head of the clan. That is his purpose. That right there is the reason why he’s still alive today. That is why he can find himself sitting at his desk, submitting an application that’s already guaranteed to be followed up with an acceptance letter, ready to pretend for four more years that he’s normal.

“D’you think college will be fun?” You ask him, making yourself comfortable in his bed.

“No.”

You laugh at that. You like Megumi for a lot of reasons, and his honesty is one of them. Despite the fact that he likes to keep most of the darker details of his life to himself, you know that he would never lie to you. In a world full of people who are constantly lying, it gets tiring trying to figure out who’s real and who’s fake. It doesn’t help that you want to believe in everyone either. If you didn’t have Megumi loyally staying by your side all this time, you doubt you would have made it this far in your life without anyone taking advantage of you and your kindness.

“My dad said I can finally get a boyfriend when I go to college.” You say this fact so casually that Megumi almost — almost — gets fooled into believing that this is not a cause for concern. Almost.

“Oh.” He’s at a loss for words. He knows that it’s inevitable; that one day, you’ll find a guy you like and want to get closer to him. He knows that you’re not always going to be by his side, and he knows that it’s going to happen because he’ll have to push you away eventually. The older he gets, the deeper he’s burying himself into his grave. He doesn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.

It’s not like boys have never tried approaching you before. People have spent years thinking that you and Megumi were a couple, and then after finding out from you that the two of you are nothing more than “best friends”, boys were still hesitant to talk to you. The glare Megumi would give them from behind your shoulder acted as a strong enough deterrent.

“I know. Now the only problem is finding a guy who’ll actually wanna date me.”

“They all will.” The words leave his mouth faster than he can even think about them. He’s not wrong, though. Every time the two of you are out in public together, he sees people shooting quick glances at you, at your ass, at your bright smile. The looks they give are predatory, dangerous, even. If it’s not your looks, it’s your shining personality that draws them all in. And if that’s not good enough, there’s always the enormous wealth attached to your last name. That’s the key to getting them to stay.

“You can be so sweet sometimes, you know that?” You giggle, glad that he’s still typing away on his laptop. If he were to look at you right now, he would see that you’re reacting way too positively to such a lackluster compliment. It’s not like he listed reasons on why anyone would ever want to date you, so he probably could just be complimenting you to make you happy.

(That’s just the excuse you’re going with. You know your best friend — that means you know that he would never say something he doesn’t truly think or believe.)

There’s a secret you’ve been keeping from him. A secret so big that you think you might’ve been keeping it from yourself, too. Something so big that your body simply can’t contain it any longer.

You like Megumi. 

Of course you do. You keep telling the whole world what great friends the two of you are. You talk to him about your dad all the time (which must mean he’s important, because you rarely get to speak to your dad, so you have to choose your topics of conversation wiseley). You trust him more than you trust yourself. Ever since middle school, you’ve been telling yourself that you liking Megumi isn’t anything to be ashamed or confused about. You like him because he’s your friend, and you’re supposed to like your friends.

And then you came to terms with the fact that you like Megumi beyond the borders of friendship.

It starts with you seeing him the way other girls must see him. You’re not blind, you know. It’s obvious that Megumi is far from ugly. If he wasn’t so intimidating, you’re sure he would have had his fair share of confessions, too. Megumi’s pretty, although calling him a pretty boy wouldn’t do his character justice. He’s got lashes people pay extensions for theirs to look like, and the prettiest dark blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and his hair, which he doesn’t put forth any type of effort in, always looks good whereas the same hairstyle would look messy on anyone else.

It’s not just his looks, though. Even if you look like the type of person who would judge others based on such shallow standards, you didn’t approach Megumi simply because he’s attractive. He’s… interesting. He’s got this reputation for being a delinquent, and maybe all the fights on his school record prove it, but he’s surprisingly respectful. He’s the type of guy who gets up from his seat to let an eldery woman have it. He loves animals. He’s honest and sweet despite his seemingly stoic nature, and he’s so oblivious to just how good he is.

Maybe it’s because he’s so blinded by the light that is you. You, with your cutesy bento boxes that used to be made by your team of personal chefs but are now made with your own manicured hands. You, with that bright smile of yours that he wants to always see because god — he thinks he would be willing to destroy the whole world if something were to ever make you so upset. You’re kind and beautiful and everything people write love songs about. You’re so good, and he’s nothing like you.

He’s nothing like you, because he highly doubts that you spend your time fantasizing about him like he does with you. It’s wrong, he thinks. And dirty, and disgusting, and vile. You’d hate him, he’s sure of it, if you knew what he thinks about late at night. That he sits on his bed with his cock pulled out from his shorts, leaking with precum as he strokes himself to the thought of you. Do you not see him as any other guy? Despite your lack of experience, surely you know just how dirty boys’ minds can be? You’ve got to be conscious of the fact that he’s any other guy, right? So, why — why — do you always roll around in his sheets, letting your sweet perfume stick to his sheets. Your tiny tops and skirts are always clinging tight to your body, and you never feel the need to readjust your clothing when it rides up. Do you not see him trying his hardest to look you in the eyes when the two of you are talking, despite the tantalizing sight of your skirt bunching up, exposing the smooth skin of your thighs?

Little does Megumi know (and if you have your way, he’ll never find out), you spend nights in your room, whining and trying to stuff your cunt with the same fingers that painstakingly made him his lunch. He’s your best friend since childhood. He looks at you like you’re an angel, and you don’t want to destroy that image by revealing just how dirty you really are. How every time he gets so close to you, you subconsciously bring your thighs together, trying to rub them together in a poor attempt to relieve some tension. He’d be disgusted with you, you’re sure of it. Maybe even betrayed.

Besides, it would never work out. Megumi doesn’t see you the way you see him. He might look at you with a soft look you’ve never seen him give anyone else, but that’s because you’re his only friend. It’s not like he’s harboring any hidden feelings for you, and just because you’re so convinced that there’s no one better than Megumi around, it doesn’t exactly mean that you won’t feel this way about anyone else.

Megumi’s got a rather monotone cadence with his voice, so you’re not too surprised by his seemingly unethusiatic response to you saying you’re now allowed to date. Still — there’s a slight pang of disappointment when you realize that he doesn’t sound jealous at the prospect of you dating someone else.

You decide right then and there that the healthiest thing to do now is to just bury your feelings for him deep inside your heart, to tightly pack in all those pesky feelings and store them away so you can make room to allow others to fill in his space.

gumi <3: where are you? gumi <3: i’m feeling tired and i have an assignment due tomorrow. i’m going home. gumi <3: you know i wouldn’t leave without you. cmon [name]. let’s leave now

Megumi frowns at his phone. He can clearly see that all his messages are being delivered, not to mention that he’s already called you twice and has been sent to voicemail twice. He can be patient when he wants to be, but right now, he’s getting a little pissed.

You know that he doesn’t like parties, and you know that he doesn’t hang out with the same people you do. He also knows that you don’t even really like most of the people you surround yourself with, so whyyou suddenly decided to do a 180 and reestablish your throne as the head of the social pyramid, he doesn’t know.

Lately, things between the two of you have been a little… weird. Sometimes he catches you staring at him with a sad smile on your face; one that you immediately replace with your usual one when you realize he’s looking right at you. Despite him asking you if everything’s okay, you vehemently deny that there’s anything wrong, and you’re quick to change the subject.

He thinks he’s losing his best friend, his only friend. And maybe it only hurts because he’s grown used to your presence in his life. Maybe it hurts because you’re his friend. But he knows the truth. It hurts because he’s losing you.

Did he do something wrong? Did he accidentally somehow reveal the extent of his feelings for you? Did you suddenly decide that maybe associating with someone like him isn’t something you’re meant for? Do you…

Do you hate him now?

It doesn’t matter. Maybe it does, but not right now. Right now, he’s more focused on getting the hell out of this stuffy ass living room, filled to the brim with drunken young adults and people he couldn’t care less about. The only person that matters right now is you, and he’s on a mission to find your location.

He’s got this ominous feeling in his gut, like something bad is about to happen. He’s Megumi Fushiguro, for fuck’s sake, so bad things have a habit of following him wherever he goes. But still, he’s made a personal promise to himself that no matter how bad things get, you’ll never get caught in the crossfire. He’s willing to die to keep that vow.

If you don’t reply to him, you most likely have a good reason. He doesn’t want to be clingy, is pretty damn certain he doesn’t even have a right to be, but he’s still worried about you. He’s pushing past the wall of sweaty bodies, trying to catch a glimpse of your hair color, the waft of your perfume, the familiarity of your laugh, but he can’t catch a single crumb of you anywhere.

You’re nowhere in sight, and he’s immediately filled with dread.

He yanks a guy who’s coming from upstairs.

“Ow, man, what the fuc—”

“Is anyone else up there?” Most of the time, the parties are restricted to just the first floor, with the unspoken rule being that only the upstairs should be used for people trying to fuck or to use the bathroom (or, people trying to use the bathroom to fuck). You’re not anywhere downstairs, and if you were simply using the restroom, you would have been back down here by now.

“Shit, I don’t fucking know.” The guy squints at Megumi, as if trying to see if he knows him or not. With the way his expression pales, Megumi comes to the conclusion that the guy might not really know him, but he knows ofhim. Gojo says that with the right reputation, the two concepts are practically synonymous. “But I heard a guy ‘n a girl, I think, walk past the bathroom. I don’t know who, though!”

Megumi lets go of the boy’s shirt, and he’s quick to run off before Megumi can give him any more wrinkles in his shirt — or do something much worse.

He’s thinking. Odds are, it’s probably not even you. With so many people roaming around this house, it’s likely that he just missed your presence. Your phone could have died, so that explains why he can’t reach you.

He finds himself heading up the stairs anyway.

It’s fine. He tells himself. You’re fine. You’re okay. Nobody would dare to touch a single hair on your head unless they want to suffer directly at the hands of Megumi. People around campus call him your guard dog, and it’s not necessarily a nickname he hates.

The atmosphere upstairs is vastly different from the one downstairs. There are no lights turned on, and all the doors to the rooms are closed. He hears a flush coming from one end, and out walks a tipsy girl who’s staggering a bit. There are only so many doors to choose from, and he doesn’t really want to accidentally walk in on two people trying to have sex, but the need to confirm your safety outweighs any possible embarrassment he may suffer from, so he continues on his mission.

The first two rooms are revealed to be empty, leaving just one more. Megumi takes a deep breath before trying to turn the handle.

It’s locked. 

His gut is telling him something isn’t right, but he’s forcing himself to chalk it all up to paranoia. He curses under his breath, wondering why he even let you out of his sights for a single second.

Because he didn’t want to seem clingy. Because he didn’t want you to have any more reasons to keep on pushing him away. 

He decides to call you one more time, and as he’s listening to the dial tone, he hears a faint sound coming from the other side of the locked door.

It’s a phone ringing.

He presses his ear against the door, trying to make out any more sounds he possibly can. Is it still a coincidence when the phone stops ringing right as Megumi is greeted with your voicemail message of “sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now, but you probably should’ve just texted me!”

Without the annoying dial tone distracting him, Megumi can listen a little more clearly to what’s going on. There’s… there’s someone crying.

The voices are muffled, but he can make out bits and pieces of what’s being said.

“—fuck up… crying like a damn bitch… want this.”

He’s heard enough before he’s banging his shoulder against the door.

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” He’s screaming, hitting it again. There’s a chance, the voice of reason inside of him is saying, that it’s not you that’s crying behind that door. Even if it wasn’t, Megumi still wouldn’t have stood by idly. But instinct is telling him that it is you, and that’s enough cause for him to bang his shoulder against the door once again. He hears a scream, and a male voice cursing.

The force of his body banding against it is enough to have the door really test the strength of its lock. Megumi’s never been the bulkiest person in the world, but he’s still got some defined muscle to him. The door is creaking, almost bending to his will, but he fumbles in the dark for the gun safely tucked away by his side.

It’s a gift from Gojo. To speed up the process when something needs to be done quick is what Gojo said it was for. He’s never used it in such close proximity to you, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

No silencer. He forgot the fucking silencer. With the deep bass rumbling from the speakers, he doubts anyone would be able to hear the gun go off anyway. He aims for the handle, pulling back the safety, and fires once, then twice. With a foot aimed at the door, he kicks at it, pleased to see the way the abused door finally bends to his will.

The open door reveals a scene that makes Megumi see red: you, with tear stained cheeks and your clothes bunched up and strewn across the floor with a guy Megumi vaguely recognizes as someone sharing the same Econ class as the two of you — Mahito.

“You fucking bastard.” Megumi practically lunges forward, tossing his gun to the side. He doesn’t see reason, is numb to common sense at this moment. All he feels is the need to hurt this fucker. To make him bleed, to have him on the brink of death, to see the light of life leave his dark eyes.

Mahito is fast, but even he couldn’t imagine the speed that Megumi would possess when pushed to the edge. This is different from the fights you’ve witnessed during school. This is something entirelydifferent.

The first punch has Mahito wincing in pain. The second, third, and fourth ones are thrown back to back, and there’s no time given to recover, no chance to gain the upper hand. He’s falling down, and Megumi’s on top of him, drawing back his fist only to slam it against him again and againand again.

Megumi knows he’s got something fucked up inside of his head — what other explanation is there to reason with why he finds this bloody violence so satisfying? His knuckles are bloody, and he can’t tell where Mahito’s blood starts and where his own ends. There’s a wild grin on his face, one that you’ve never seen before. You’re not sure if it’s a trick of the shadows, but the feral expression on Megumi’s face transforms him from your loyal best friend to something monstrous.

“‘Gumi, st-stop.” The words stumble out of your mouth as hiccups, but you don’t miss the way Megumi’s raised arm freezes in its higher position before he slowly brings it back down to his side. He’s breathing deeply, and all is silent in the room.

As if the sound of your cries is enough to snap him out of his daze, it’s almost scary how fast his mood shifts. Just a second ago, he was hellbent on beating Mahito to a bloody pulp, and now the darkness drowning those blue eyes of his is practically gone. He makes his way to the bed, each step hurried but still hesitant. Do you even want to be near him right now? 

You answer his question with some more small sobs. “‘Gumi, I—”

“Shh, it’s okay, [Name].” He’s picking up your clothes from the floor, ready to help you get dressed. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Megumi.” His name seems to be the only thing you’re capable of saying right now. After he helps you get dressed, he’s thrown off guard when you cling to him, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your wet cheeks pressed against his shoulder.

The moment the two of you are exiting the room, both of you far too wrapped up with the other to pay him any mind, Mahito lets out a laugh before groaning at the pain Megumi inflicted.

The two of you don’t know what you just started, but no worries — Mahito has the means of ending it.

It’s only a matter of time.

You’re too good to be true.

You won’t listen to him when he tells you this (you never do), but he swears you’re a fucking angel or something otherwordly. There’s no other possible explanation for just how breathtakingly beautiful you are, or how you’re the only thing consuming his every thought. Despite the fact that all the blood on his hands has reached an amount that he’s sure he’ll never truly be able to wash it all off, you don’t shy away from his touch. As a matter of fact, it seems like you’re keening for it.

“‘Gumi.” You mewl out, sticking out your tongue to lap at the precum on Megumi’s thumb.

You’re well aware of just how dangerous your boyfriend (the title makes you giddy every time you refer to him as that) is, but you know him. You know that the hands of a killer are the hands of your lover, and most of the time, you have a hard time believing the awful things he’s had to do with them. Because right now, those hands that are meant to be weapons are handling you with care, touching you so gently, you would have thought you were made of glass and ready to shatter.

“Look at you, all spread out for me. What happened to my precious, shy little girl, huh?” He removes the hand that was cradling your face back to his cock, stroking his length, the saliva from your tongue acting as a minor lubricant. The first time he fucked you was the first time you’ve ever had sex with anyone ever, and it had been the start of an addiction. You love Megumi. You love everything about him, from his character to his tenacity, all the way down to his cock, with its red tip that’s sticky with pre and leaking out more as he stares down at the obscene position you’re in.

Your face feels warm as he stares down at you, his eyes darkened with a mix of love and lust that you don’t think you’ll ever get used to being on the receiving end of.

“Need you, need you so bad, please, ‘Gumi—” You’re staring up at him, giving him your best doe eyes.

“Fuck.” Just the sight of you beneath him, completely bending to his will, whining out for him to pretty please fuck you has him ready to cum right on the fucking spot. He’s pressing the tip in, his breathing faltering just the slightest as the warmth you provide envelopes the most sensitive part of him, nearly causing him to lose all self control right then and there.

You let out a cry as he pushes himself deeper in you, making himself at home in your gummy walls, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding onto the headboard.

“You feel so good for me, baby, shit.” He hisses, waiting for you to adjust, impatient but willing to bear it if it means it’ll feel better for you in the long run. After all, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do, nothing he wouldn’t endure, just to ensure your happiness.

“Mm — ah — please.” There are still tears welling up in your eyes — precious girl, he hasn’t even began to properly fuck you, and you’re already tearing up? The sight of you completely and willingly at his mercy is enough to get him to start rutting his hips against yours, the satisfying sound of skin slapping against skin resounding and bouncing against the walls of his bedroom that is starting to feel more like the both of yours.

“Y’feel so fuckin’ good for me, baby.” He groans, his pace quickening, the thrusts getting sharper and rougher with every roll of his hips. You’re powerless against his strength, and this type of easy submission feels so natural, feels so good, when it’s him that’s taking advantage of it. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy, y’know that?  I could fuck you forever.”

His praise goes through one ear and out the other with you, but your heart swells up to twice its size. Even if you can’t focus on the words all too clearly, you’re still aware that Megumi’s probably praising you. You can come to this conclusion because he’s always praising you. He’s always so sweet, so gentle, so loving — when it comes to you, that is.

“Hng — daddy!” You can’t help but let out a high pitched moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of you that makes you buck your hips up.

There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing. Clenching around his cock like that, making those cute little noises that he can’t help but want to hear all the time, and then calling him that.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” 

Forget igniting something within him; you whining for him, calling him something that’s the root cause of all his childhood traumas… That’s like dousing him with gasoline and tossing a lighter at him. He’s going to burn through all his energy, channel all this dark, feral energy, and use you as the one unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end.

He fucks into you so deeply that if your eyes weren’t shut tight, there’s no doubt that you wouldn’t see the unmistakable shape of his cock outlined against your tummy. The headboard is banging against the wall, and the squelching sounds of him roughly thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt is so lewd and so dirty that if you had any room to harbor a single ounce of shame, you would be downright embarrassed.

“How about you make me a daddy, huh? How about I fuck a baby in you?” He won’t lie and say it’s not something that’s never crossed his mind. The thought of your stomach round with a life the two of you created is enough to get him to continue with this near-brutal pace he’s set forth. “Doesn’t it sound nice, baby? My baby giving me a baby, what—” He grits his teeth as you tighten up. “—a fucking dream.”

“Baby. Wanna have your babies.” You cry out, tears spilling out and wetting your cheeks as your arms find their way to his neck and broad shoulders, trying to pull him in closer. The heat building up from within you feels like you’re about to fucking explode. “‘Gumi, I love you, Iloveyoupleasegimmeababy—'' Your words are practically unintelligible as you slur them out, the words sticking together as you cum all over his cock, all that pleasure that has been building up now physically tangible, if the white ring encasing his cock every time he pulls out is evidence.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good. Always so fuckin’ tight.” He’s reaching his own end, and you’re just lying there, trying to recover from such an intense orgasm but unable to as your too sensitive walls clench around the constant intrusion of his cock. Spurred by your little love confession and his mind imagining his daydreams coming true — you, as his cute little housewife, taking care of the kids the two of you made together — he finally shoves himself as deep as he physically can, making sure that as he cums, nothing will spill out.

“‘Gumi.” You whisper, your head resting against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to start a family?”

He’s silent for a minute.

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you.” And he means it. He knows this life isn’t one meant for children — look at how he turned out, for god’s sake — but he thinks that for you, he can do anything. Even make a family work out. As long as it’s what you want, he doesn’t mind how hard it may be.

You snuggle closer to him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. “Good.” You mumble. “I wanna start a family with you, too.”

Megumi feels… at peace. Like he’s got the whole entire world in the palm of his hands. He wraps his arms around you, and realizes that no — right now, he’s got his world right in his arms.

Mahito likes to play with his food before he devours them whole.

Humans are just so… vulnerable. Even the coldest people have a heart; it’s only a matter of whether or not they find someone warm enough to defrost it. Megumi Fushiguro, for example, likes to walk around this world, acting indifferent and claiming to follow his own moral conduct, only to give himself the biggest weakness he could possibly harbor: you.

He still remembers that party. He still remembers the way you were dressed like a little slut, completely oblivious (or maybe you were just acting coy) to the wolfish stares all the guys were giving you. He had the same class as you. Seen the way you clung to Gojo’s charity case, as if the ground would swallow Megumi whole if you let go of him. You’re cute, and you scream naive virgin, and that’s precisely why Mahito wanted to take you to that bedroom and have his way with you.

And then, your infamous little guard dog bared his teeth and pummeled him into the hardwood of a stranger’s bedroom floor.

Grudges are cancerous. If you don’t deal with it right away, it develops into something worse. It takes over all your internal organs, ruining you ‘til the only thing you can focus on is getting revenge. And the longer you wait, the more vengeful you get. It doesn’t become a matter of ruined pride or reestablishing honor — it becomes about inflicting the most pain one possibly can. It becomes about suffering — about transferring your pain, your anguish, onto someone else.

Mahito isn’t the type to hold grudges, but for Megumi, he’ll make a special exception. He wants to see just how well trained the boy is; after all, he’s been taken under the wing and supervision of Satoru Gojo, the myth himself. Surely, his student must be nearly as skilled, right?

It’s been a long game of watching and waiting on Mahito’s end. A lot of lurking in the shadows and gathering intel. It’s a lot more boring than he anticipated, but today’s the day where all his hard work finally comes to fruition. Megumi Fushiguro is going to regret ever interfering with him that one fateful night. The burning humiliation he’s felt has long since fizzled out, but since he’s already been set on the path of orchestrating Megumi’s destruction, he figures it only makes sense to see it through. You only can let go of a grudge after you get your proper revenge.

He’s been leaving Megumi all sort of taunting, teasing threats any chance he gets. Mahito’s got nothing but disgraced yakuza members on his side; those who have committed acts vile enough to get them kicked out of what is essentially a group of criminals. He knows how to be twisted — hell, twisted might be the only thing he knows how to be.

Killing girls that resemble you and sending him the photos. Taking videos of you when you’re out in public alone. Leaving voicemails for Megumi, ones that leave him pale faced and unable to breathe as he listens to how Mahito wants to tortue you.

Megumi’s been on edge for the past few months, unable to explain to you why. It’s why you don’t understand why Megumi won’t let you go back to your car, even though you left your phone in there.

“I’ll go. Or, we can go together.”

“You have to wait for our coffee! And besides, I don’t even know where I left my phone. It might not even be in the car, but you’ll just waste your time searching for it if it’s not there.”

“So then why do you have to go look for it?”

“Because it’s my phone? Also, I reeeeeallly don’t wanna have to wait for our coffee, so I figured looking for my phone in the car would kill some time.” You give him that sweet smile of yours that he loves so much before waving him goodbye. “I’ll be back by the time our order is ready, pinky promise!”

At the end of the day, it’s all luck. Mahito realizes this as you happily skip out of the crowded cafe, headed towards your car to search for your phone. He doesn’t know why you’re returning back to your car, doesn’t even really care. All he knows and all he cares about is that you’re headed there alone. And while you’ve been alone plenty of times, he’s never had an opportunity quite like this one. A chance to finally detonate the bomb that’s been lying dormant underneath your car, ready to be activated at the press of a button. He could’ve killed you plenty of times already, but it’s not enough to merely murder you. He wants to make it a spectacle, sure, but he also only cares about one audience member watching: Megumi.

From where he’s hiding, blending in with the rest of the customers from the bakery across the street, he’s got a decent enough view of Megumi, who’s sitting by the glass windows, watching you with furrowed brows as you unlock the car door.

Mahito can’t help the cruel smile that spreads across his face as pushes the remote connected to the bomb.

Nobody expects to hear the loud, resounding boom of something exploding. The surrounding cars parked next to yours have their alarms going off like crazy; it’s nothing but high pitched, blaring noises blending together to create a disruptive harmony. People are screaming, someone is on the line with emergency services, and—

—your precious car is set aflame, reduced to a burning pile of scrap metal no salvage yard will take.

In this moment, Megumi Fushiguro’s world crumbles to ashes.

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[hirukochan]

I feel cheeky sending another ask but I lived the interrogation one so much so just 3 so words: snape sex pollen. Perhaps a professor x professor?

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Blue Speckled Mushrooms

(Severus Snape x fem!Professor oneshot)

Words: 2572

Warnings: 18+ Sex Pollen :D - mutual dub-con, some biting, rough smut

Summary: In your continuing efforts to catch the grumpy Potion Master's attention you follow him into the Forbidden Forest - a mistake of perhaps destiny unfolding?

This is play post-war, Sev survives - not that it matters much to the 'plot'

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

It could have been so easy. Gather these blasted Moon Cornflowers and Speckled Blue Mushrooms and return to the castle. It’s all he asks for. Moon Cornflowers and Speckled  Blue Mushrooms to finish the brew currently under stasis in his office. Two plants. Just a few of each. They couldn’t be preserved through either magic or other means and had to be harvested within three hours of being used in a potion and only during a full moon. 

Now usually this is no problem for an accomplished potion master such as Severus Snape. A quick trip to the forest and done. He knows the half-forgotten paths, the safe routes. Knows how to avoid the Centaurs and other nastier beasts that live in the Forbidden Forest.

He does not know how to avoid her.

Irritating, stupid girl.

She took over the History of Magic position earlier that year, one of Snape’s first students he taught after becoming a professor himself at merely twenty-one. A seventh year at the time who already stared at him in the library back when he was a student. 

She just wouldn’t leave him alone!

“Midnight stroll?” She asks with that irritating smile on her stupid pretty face and follows him into the forest.

“What do you want?!” He growls at her. She keeps trying to make conversation with him, keeps sitting next to him during meals or in the staff room, talking. Always talking. Talking talking talking. 

How can a single person be this annoying?

She is still talking. Jesus fucking christ!

“So anyway…what are you doing here?”

“I don’t see how that is of any concern to you.”

“Just curious, is all.” She replies. Stupid girl. And she is still following him!

You have no idea what to do anymore. You’ve tried everything. You’ve tried catching his attention by talking to him, leaving the top button of your blouse undone, batting your lashes at him like a teen on a love potion, you’ve searched his company, flirted like your stupid life depends on it and the cranky bastard doesn’t even recognise it! 

You run to catch up with his long strides, wrapping your cloak around yourself to shield yourself from the cold night air.

You were about to go to bed, just finishing up your rounds through the castle on the lookout for students out of bed when you saw his billowing cloak sweep out of the entrance door. You of course followed him. Curious as to what he was going to do outside but also secretly hoping today’s the day he’ll finally notice your intentions.

Perhaps you have to be less subtle. You thought men like to be subtly seduced but Snape is not like any man you’ve known! Maybe he doesn’t like playing cat and mouse, doesn’t enjoy the chase. 

You’ll be blunt! Yes, if a stroll through the forest at midnight doesn’t do the trick you’ll gather what little courage you have and just make the first step yourself. You’re an independent woman! You don’t need to wait around for Snape to realise you’re interested in him and make the first step.

“Are you gathering ingredients of sorts?” You ask and walk quicker to keep up, pressing your arm against his by walking closer to him. He glares at you.

“Obviously.” He snarls and looks forward again.

“Cool. cool cool cool….um…which ones?”

He audibly grumbles.

“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.” You smile. He is making it very hard to be attracted to him. Grumbly bastard. Prickly idiot. Why can’t he just fuck you? Shove you into a broom closet and let out his frustrations if you’re so bloody annoying to be around! Why can’t you fall head over heels for someone normal?

Because normal is boring.

Your eyes glide over his sharp jaw, every muscle tensed, about ready to snap, beneath his pale skin that shines in the moonlight.

“I said, you were a daft, simple-minded girl when I had the misfortune of attempting to teach you potions - I very much doubt you’d understand any more now than you did seventeen years ago!”

His venom cuts deep. You stumble backwards. You thought he was clumsy when it comes to socialising, that he perhaps didn’t understand your intentions, not that he loathes you.

“Oh…” You murmur. “Um…okay…” don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry. “Sorry for bothering you.” You turn on your heels and run. He calls after you but you ignore it, disappearing between the trees into the undergrowth, away from Snape because you are about to cry your eyes out like the stupid little girl he sees in you and you are not about to embarrass yourself any further than you already have! You just want to go back to your quarters.

Stupid girl! Insufferable, annoying, bothersome, foolish girl!

Snape runs after her. He considered leaving her to her own fate and capabilities and collect his ingredients but he had been cursed with a conscience. A nasty, biting thing demanding he not let her run to her death in an Acromantula den.

He’ll tear her a new one when he catches up to her! The sheer idiocy! Running into the Forbidden Forest like that! What possessed her.

“Stop running!” He snarls, draws his wand and sends a non-verbal Stupor at her. She stumbles and falls face-first into the flower field spreading over the clearing they had entered during their chase. Snape lifts his spell.

You spin around, furious. How fucking dare he? Isn’t it enough to insult you? Does he have to embarrass you by forcing you to bear your pathetic little hurt feelings to him?

He stands at the other end of the clearing, pale blue flowers reaching to his calves, emitting a gentle glow. He looks furious. The light of the full moon illuminates him from the back, deepening his already sharp features, cloaking his face and body in menacing shadows.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He snarls and points towards the direction you were running in. “Do you want to be eaten by enormous spiders?”

“Like you give a damn!” You shout and pick yourself up off the ground. Swiftly you brush loose dirt and a few pedals off your robes and out of your hair. The motherfucker stunned you!

“I might be a cold son of a bitch but I am not letting a colleague run to her death - no matter how annoying said colleague is. The way back to the castle is-” A wind picks up. His cloak flutters behind him, the fabric whispering with the motion. Pedals are ripped from the flowers.

His eyes widen.

You tilt your head to the side, brows pulled together. “Severus?”

“Stay where you are!” He hisses, sending droplets of spit flying. You look around, confused, searching the dark rows of trees for some beastly critter about to attack but you find none. Snape’s eyes are pinned to yours. His chest is heaving, his breath seems shallow. You take a step forward to which Snape instantly backs away, keeping his wand pointed at- you?

“What’s going on?”

“To the castle! Go back to the castle!”

“I am not your student! You can’t give me orders! And to think I’ve been trying to go on a date with you for months!”

“You have to go back to the castle now or- what?” His wand hand sinks a little. A crease forms between his brows. You’ve never seen Severus so puzzled.

“Year really…” You mutter. “Back in school too-”

“I am not in the mood for jokes or pranks.”

“It’s not!” You take another step forward. Severus’ back hits a tree. The wind picks up. A sweet scent reaches your nose, infiltrates your mind, swirls around your brain like vapours of a potion-

Weren’t you cold?

You were! Yes, you were- but it’s so hot- when did it get so hot?

“Stop that!” Snape snarls again.

“Stop what?” You roll your eyes and pause- your cloak lies in the flower field three steps away from you. You have unbuttoned your robes, revealing the white blouse and dark trousers underneath- when-?

“Go. back.” He has his jaw clenched, teeth pressed together. His nostrils flare, his eyes flick down to your chest and he seems to struggle to force them back up.

“Are you hot too?” Your fingers pry open the buttons of your blouse without you even noticing or you’re just not thinking about it…

“Go-”

“What’s happening?”

“Pollen-”

“What?”

“Where you shit in Herbology too?!” He snaps and you glare at him about ready to-

Your blouse slips off your shoulders and falls to the ground. “Stop- you don’t want this-”

“What? What is this?”

“A rare flower.” His voice sounds pressed, as though he’s struggling to speak, to breathe, to exist. He has his back moulded to the tree, clutching at the bark with his hands, straining to keep his eyes on your face.

The button on your trousers is open.

“The pollens they emit to the air to spread and form these dense fields- they have a unique effect on humans-”

“Which effect?”

“Can’t you tell, stupid girl?”

Your trousers push past your hips.

“You should be running from me, not stripping for me.” His eyes graze over your body, standing in front of him in only your underwear, devouring the sight. His eyes trace along the curves of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake…Heat rushes to your core.

“Sex pollen-” You gasp, noticing you’re standing a mere arm's length away from him now.

“The rather crude colloquial name - yes.”

“Severus- what-”

“Too late, stupid girl.” He snarls and the next moment he’s on you, pouncing at you like a wild beast. His woodsy, herbal scent flows around you, mixing with the sweet smell of the damned flower. His hands grip your arms roughly, blunt nails dig into your flesh. Severus swirls you around and pushes you against the tree. Bark scratches against your skin, stabbing into it but you don’t even notice.

It’s like a trance has taken over your mind and only one thing matters. 

He.

Severus’ mouth latches onto your throat. A million tiny explosions rush over your skin where he touches you and you moan, a feral sound ripped harshly from your throat, echoing over the empty clearing. Severus growls in response, even more feral, even less human. His teeth scrape over your throat. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, your thighs. Then he tears at his own clothes, shedding layer after layer with a quickness and urgency that has your head spinning.

“Stupid girl.” He repeats and kisses up to your jaw, your cheek. Heated, open-mouth kisses that leave your skin marked by his saliva. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto, something to pull you back into reality, your head spinning, skin exploding, core hurting. You’re so aroused, so need it fucking hurts.

“Severus-” You moan. His hands find your thighs and he lifts you up. Your legs wrap around him on their own accord.

“You should have run when you still had the chance.” He snarls against your lips, his breath brushes over your skin. “You’ll regret this.”

“Shut up and fuck me, you prick!”

Your lips meet in a violent clash of teeth and tongue. You’re pretty sure he bites you or perhaps you bite him. None of it matters anymore when you feel his prick against your soaked entrance. You’ve never been so wet- never so wound up- so desperate for sex-

You cry out when he enters you, a forceful thrust that buries him to the hilt in your twitching channel. He is big. Too big under different circumstances perhaps. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He pounds into you, spearing you open, using his grip on your waist to bounce you on his cock in sync with each of his thrusts.

You cling to his shoulders, your nails drawing blood, fingertips running over old scars, exploring the surprisingly defined muscles of his lean stature.

Your breasts bounce, rubbing against his naked chest, his lips lay claim to yours, your face, your neck, your chest.

He stumbles, his left side giving in and you tumble to the ground. You’ve seen that happen before. The venom of you-know-who’s snake has left him with some permanent damage, not only the huge scar on his neck.

You don’t care.

You push him down to the ground, your hands on his chest and move your hips, lifting them, letting them slam back down, riding him. You throw your head back, your eyes closed, lips parted as his cock drags along your inner walls with delicious friction.

“So- so full-” You moan. Your breasts sway. Severus catches them, squeezing them with such pure delight on his usually reserved face. He twists your nipples between his fingers, revelling in the noises he coaxes from you.

“You could have had this so much sooner, idiot.” You hiss and grind down against him before lifting your hips up once again.

“Wha-?” His puzzled expression is almost cute.

“I’ve been trying to get you to ask me out for months!” As though to reinforce your discontent with his lack of romantic interest you pick up your pace. His head drops back into the flowers. The pale blue petals glow in his inky black hair.

“How was I supposed to know?” He asks, bucking up to meet your movement.

“I was flirting!”

“I thought you were acting especially stupid for some reason.”

“Arsehole!” You dig your nails into his chest but Severus seems to like that. His eyes squeeze shut, his lips part, pleasure drawn into every wrinkle of his face.

“Why didn’t you just ask me out?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“I’d have called you stupid. Perhaps laughed at you. Slip poison in your tea.”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t think you do.” 

Quicker than you can follow his movements you’re underneath him and your legs on his shoulders. Your head is still spinning when Severus starts pounding into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the clearing, accompanied by your and Severus' animalistic, feral sounds of pleasure.

“I don’t-” You moan and dig your fingers into the dry soil underneath you.

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to say me neither.”

“I do whatever the fuck I want, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

His balls slap against your arse. His hand drops between your bodies, his fingers find your clit, run over it once- twice-

You see stars. Dots of light exploding all over your field of vision and pulling you into darkness, bringing the complex system keeping your body alive and moving to an abrupt stop. Your lungs refuse to fill with air, your brain crashes, your limbs tense, your whole body forced into a contortion made of carnal desire and the world-ending pleasure Severus Snape brings you.

You twitch. Then you inhale sharply, filling your lungs with air, shuddering, whimpering under Severus who spills inside you with an ear-splitting grunt and then slumps down above you. On top of you. Your legs found the ground somehow. His cock still inside you, throbbing, slowly softening, you lay in the dirt like a starfish, feeling dizzy, overwhelmed and confused.

“Friday.” Severus murmurs, his lips brushing over your cheek as he speaks. “Dinner. Be ready on time or I’ll leave without you.”

“Mh?” 

“You really are dense." He grumbles. "Your date, stupid girl. Friday.”

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[randomshyperson]

Another Love II - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Being late doesn’t always mean you lost your chance. Wanda might not be yours now, but if there’s something an Eternal can do is wait. | Chapter Summary: Finally, the wait is over.

Warnings: (+16) unrequired love, hints of mutual (?) pining; mild angst with happy ending, friends/team partners, canon divergence, fluff, some tension, language.  | Words: 5.051k

Part One || General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad |

-&-

Wanda has only been to London on business before, both for the Avengers and the Coven. It's refreshing in a way, just being a tourist, even if only for the short train ride to the National History Museum.

It was Sersei who revealed to her where you were working. For some reason, and to annoy Wanda's nerves, you were much more distant lately both physically and emotionally than she would have liked. 

The place was crowded and perhaps Wanda used a little magic to avoid being recognized by any of the Avengers' fanbase, making her way unhurriedly to the reception desk. 

She could trace your aura easily but was cordial in introducing herself and following the instructions of where your class was taking place.

Through glass windows, she saw you for the first time in months, and couldn't help a soft sigh escape her lips. With her hands held in her coat pockets in an attempt to have some sort of ground, she approached through the open door at the back of the room.

Your monologue about Mesopotamian constructions was lost in mid-sentence as soon as your eyes met hers. Wanda smiles shyly, and you stand there, adorably surprised.

The teenagers present in the class soon assumed curious expressions at the interruption of your speech, and it was one of the boys in the back who looked between you and Wanda before loudly teasing, "Damn, Professor just got tongue-tied because of the Scarlet Witch!" 

The room exploded into giggles, and you blushed awkwardly, eventually chuckling too as you waved for them to calm down. Wanda smiles coyly at the scene, waiting for you to approach her.

"Thank you for this, Mr.Matthews." You say to the student, nodding to the board. "Finish reviewing the chapter, please. I'll be back in five minutes, no fuss, don't you all forget you're in a Museum." 

You walked over to Wanda, and she tried not to show how she trembled at the gentle touch on her elbow to guide her to the coffee table area, but she didn't do such a good job when you were finally alone outside and you hugged her in greeting.

"It's good to see you, darling." You said, pulling away to hold her shoulders for a moment. Your gentle and tender smile and eyes made her feel warm. "I didn't know you were coming to see me. Nothing wrong happened, I hope?" You asked frowning in concern, but Wanda quickly denied it, offering you a reassuring smile.

"No, I just... I wanted to talk to you. And see you." She confesses with a weak laugh. "Can we go out for coffee after your class?"

"Of course, Wanda. It will be over in a few minutes, you can enjoy the exhibition in the meantime." You say, biting your lip when it looks like you're going to say something else. Wanda swallows dryly, nodding, and you take a chance. "You look breathtaking, sweetheart."

She can feel her face heat up, but she handles smiling in appreciation. "You don't look bad yourself, Professor." She teases with a wink, managing to make you chuckle awkwardly. 

You touch her again, squeezing her arm in farewell before heading back to the classroom, and Wanda thinks she replays the feeling in her head the whole way back to the exhibit.

She is facing an exhibit of Ancient Greece when she senses your presence behind her.

"How many of these artists have you met in person?" She asks interested, and you let out a small laugh.

"Not as many as I would like I'm afraid." You reply with a slight nostalgic sigh. "But I did meet Σαπφώ (Sapphō). She was a rather passionate lover." 

Wanda snorts incredulously, patting you on the shoulder in indignation. "Oh my god, you slept with her?"

You shrug, laughing softly and raising a finger in front of your lips in a sign of secrecy. "Kérkolas, her husband, must be cursing me from the afterlife right now." You joke managing a chuckle from Wanda. 

There is a moment of tender silence between the two of you, the long-time complicity of a long-missed friendship where you just stare at some of the displays around, walking side to side with each other. 

It is amidst one of the statues of Ancient Greece that your gazes meet again and no longer waver away. Wanda sighs and you nod towards the exit, she doesn't even need to think for her feet to start moving on instinct, following you wherever you want.

It is to a closed office that you take her, closing the door as soon as she enters.

Wanda swallows dryly at the gesture of helping her remove her coat, placing it on the support as she moves further into the room.

"Can I get you something to drink?" You ask working on the buttons of the sleeves of the social shirt you are wearing so Wanda understands that you are indeed going to prepare something for her. 

"Hm, sure, you can surprise me." She murmurs, and you offer her a mischievous little smile before walking toward the small bar at the corner of the office.

"Not that I'm not happy about your visit, darling, but I'm getting curious as to why." You comment and Wanda sighs deeply in the center of the room, trying to build up the courage. She keeps her gaze on the tall windows that illuminate the room and doesn't face you when she finally speaks.

"I'm getting a divorce."

You stop the motion of cutting a lemon and raise your eyes to her, your frown frowning in surprise. "Oh. I... I'm sorry to hear that."

She chuckles softly, staring at you. "No, you don't." 

"Yeah, I don't." You respond without hesitation, turning your attention back to the lemon. "Not for him, of course. Even though it bothers me that you're unhappy."

Wanda sighs, watching you prepare two drinks that honestly look delightful. "I'm not unhappy, Y/N." She retorts and you hum in a sign that you are listening. "I guess it was only inevitable."

"You're being a little hard on yourself." You comment with a tiny smile, finally holding two cups in hand, of which one you bring to her. "Tell me what happened."

She nods in thanks for the drink, and you raise an eyebrow as she turns the glass over in one gulp, chuckling dryly at the scene. Wanda grunts softly.

"Shit, that was good." She compliments the drink, and you smile as you see her staring at your cup as well. Without saying anything, you also hand her yours and take the empty one away. At least the second, Wanda tries to enjoy it more. After a sip, she sighs and begins to explain: "Vision took your advice. A little after the honeymoon, he went to visit Shuri. I think Makkari was with them. They talked about the safety of the stone and he decided to do the splitting in Wakanda." She counters breaking into a forced laugh. "And apparently without the stone, he runs out of love for me too."

You swallow dryly at the hurt expression on her face and raise your hand to take the cup away, slowly so as not to startle her. Wanda sniffles and you sigh. 

"I'm sorry about the end of your marriage."

She huffs. "No, you don't."

"I never wanted you unhappy, you know that." You insist firmly on her watery eyes. "And if his love lingered to a magic stone, you know it was good to find out about this early. It's less painful this way."

Wanda huffs angrily, taking a step forward. "How dare you, honestly?" She demands bitterly, but you don't flinch in your attitude. "You have ruined my marriage. I should... I..."

You raised a brow, waiting, but Wanda grunted and walked away, hiding her face in her hands. 

Hearing her cry finally breaks your posture, but you dare not touch her yet.

"I really thought I could be happy with him." She confesses low and vulnerable and you sigh. "How could I be so stupid?"

You move closer, circling her until Wanda can see you again. Your hands find her cheeks and she wants to hate the way her skin warms over your touch, but she can't even be angry about it.

"You haven't done anything wrong, my love." You whisper tenderly, wiping her cheeks with your thumbs. "You are so majestic, Wanda Maximoff. You deserve someone better, you've always deserved more than a machine. I could-"

Wanda pushes you by the shoulders, and you shut up at the fury in her red irises. 

"I'll never forgive you for interfering, you had no right!" That's the last thing she says to you before turning her back and leaving.

The drinking cup ends up on the wall with a throw, and half the items off your table as well. Wanda's coat is forgotten in your office for weeks until you leave this job too.

She won't answer your calls anymore.

-&-

There is a cold breeze passing through Massachusetts that makes Wanda shiver in her armchair. She gets up to close the windows and curtains, and her office is less bright than before with the action.

Candles are lit by themselves as she makes her way to her armchair again. On her desk are several documents to be reviewed: some are magical contracts on parchment because witches have quirks they refuse to lose, and others are printouts as one would expect to exist in the 21st century, some contain the symbol of the Avengers, others of the Kamar Taj.

A knock on the door followed by its opening makes Wanda raise her eyes.

"There's mail for you, Maximoff." Agatha announces with a sneer, tossing the items she holds into the air - which float toward Wanda's desk. "They might be late, no one checks the mailbox in this place."

It's Wanda's turn to grimace. "Thanks, Agatha." She retorts wryly, picking up the cards as soon as they reach them.  Her stomach does a complete turn when she reads the name, and it doesn't get any better when she reads the date. "What the...? Agatha, by god, some of these are months old!"

The older witch shrugs her shoulders, approaching Wanda's table unceremoniously. As the younger one opens the older letter, Agatha wastes no time in checking the newer ones, ignoring Wanda's slap of protest about this.

"Hmm, love letters, how sweet." Ironizes the witch as soon as she opens one, and laughs when Wanda grabs the item from her hand with a tug, the warning does not look very effective on account of her pink cheeks. "It's from Miss Immortal, I imagine."

"That's none of your business." Wanda retorts, turning her attention to one of the old correspondences from one of the Coven contacts that everyone thought had given up on making a deal, but apparently had just been ignored by the witch mail. 

Agatha chuckles lightly. "You know you can't ignore your girlfriend forever."

Wanda huffs impatiently. "She's not my girlfriend! She's nothing really. Just go mind your own business, will you? I'm working."

But Agatha ignores the request, leaning on the table to steal the letter back and fleeing from Wanda's hands before the woman can reach her.

"Please, Wanda, please forgive me. I never had any intent to hurt you in any way or cause you any pain-" The reading is interrupted when Wanda's magic does the work of snatching the letter from the other witch's hand, who falls into laughter. "Wow, you’re pissed off enough to rip an apology letter. What did she do, cheat on you?"

Wanda huffs impatiently. "For the last time, she's not my girlfriend!" But Agatha only giggles at the outburst, which makes Wanda sigh impatiently. "We were friends, and she...is the reason for my divorce."

"Hmm, spill the tea." Agatha makes mention of sitting down in one of the armchairs but Wanda rolls her eyes.

"Stop it, I'm busy." Grumbles the witch. "Thanks to you I just earned months of late work."

"No way, it's not my fault that most supernatural creatures don't trust the internet." Agatha retorts as she throws herself on one of the couches. "Every Winter Solstice is a real hell, with so many wolves on the loose and the council bothering us with the safety of mortals..."

Wanda sighs. "Agatha, I'm busy." She repeats, receiving a roll of her eyes in return as the other begrudgingly stands up.

"You know what, Maximoff? You need to get laid." Declares the other causing Wanda to choke in indignation, her ears burning. " Yes, you heard me! You've been a nervous wreck since you took over the leadership of the coven! You don't leave this office for anything and stay working all day, not even joining our festivities! And all this time you have a hot immortal sending you sex letters? It's truly absurd that you're still here." In complete shock, Wanda stares at her. Agatha grins at her expression. "My mortal years were the most fun, you should enjoy them as well. You are the Scarlet Witch, Wanda. One of the most powerful cosmic entities in the multiverse, you are going to have many centuries to focus on work, but your mortal life is only one. You should pay her a visit."

Wanda sighs in defeat, nodding in concordance after a moment. Agatha smiles in victory, and while the other searches for her cell phone, she risks spying on other letters.

"I have to admit that she sounds a lot less terrifying in these passages." Agatha comments as she reads again, ignoring Wanda's protest and continuing to talk. "She scared the girls off when she was here last year, and I heard stories about her strength. But reading this, I think she's just a simp." Jokes the brunette but Wanda doesn't laugh, looking at her with a frown of curiosity.

"She was here last year?"

Agatha snorts through her nose. "Of course, she was, silly." Replies the witch as if it's obvious. "She came as a diplomatic action between her people and ours, full of questions and agreements. It started out well, but you know how witches are. And in general, we don't trust strangers. It ended with her intimidating anyone who threatened to harm you, I believe."

Wanda felt her face warm and stared at Agatha in disbelief. "She... was here for me?"

The other chuckled again. "By all the holy ones, Maximoff, you are impossible! Where do you think I got the impression you two were a couple from? 

Wanda opens her mouth but doesn't know exactly what to say. She babbles something about being married at the time and Agatha laughs in disbelief. "Please, as if a piece of paper means anything to someone like her." Ironizes the older witch. "Especially the union with a microwave." She mutters the last part, but Wanda listens, grimacing.

"Don't talk about him like that. I loved Vision truly." Wanda says but that only brings a glint to Agatha's eyes.

"Hm, ‘past tense’? I think the Immortal one has a chance..." The witch fell into laughter as Wanda tried to hit her with an energy ball, ducking just in time. "Listen to someone who has lived as long as I have. You need to get laid."

"Agatha I swear to god I will use violence-"

But the older witch raises her hands in surrender and finally leaves the room, laughing all the way out and down the hall.

Wanda sighs at the empty room, the cell phone that has been turned off for weeks in her hand. 

She can do this, she repeats to herself. It doesn't have to be weird. She can call you and ask you for a drink and it doesn't have to be anything more than that. You have been friends before.

“This number is offline or out of range, please try again later or leave a message after the tone-”

With a frustrated grunt at the fourth attempt to make contact, Wanda returned the cell phone to her pocket and marched determinedly out of the room. She wouldn't be stopped by technology from finding you, not a chance. If Agatha didn't know how to help, two speedsters probably would.

-&-

The loud music almost made her turn around. It was a generic but addictive electronica, and it was so blasting from the speakers that even before she stepped through the portal she opened to get there, Wanda could already hear the noise that the vast majority of the neighbors in the area of that Spanish nightclub could as well.

Makkari was courteous enough to tell her where you were last seen, going so far as to joke that if Wanda couldn't find you at this party, she should try the next bars down the street. Wanda couldn't laugh at the joke, her stomach suddenly wracked with strange guilt as she heard stories about how your last few months had been spent on intense partying that wasn't at all typical of your behavior, and that had a lot to do with a fight you haven't told any of your friends about, but which Wanda remembered every detail of as if it were yesterday. Makkari tried to comfort her, saying that every Eternal has their period of dissatisfaction with immortality and that parties are a good distraction, but it didn't help to know that not even her best friends were sure of your current location or state of health.

Wanda tried to be positive about the reunion, but as soon as she entered the crowded nightclub, and with the help of some basic telekinesis, she reached a VIP area with clearly magical people, she didn't feel much at ease. And there were you too, in all your melancholy glory sitting on a leather couch watching a gambling game with two beautiful girls practically sitting on your lap.

A security guard made mention of stopping her entrance, but red irises stared at him for half a second and it was enough for him to make room for her to pass instead.

She noticed your lazy eyes, dilated pupils, and easy smile, and hated the hand on the thigh of the girl on the right as if she were suffering the greatest of betrayals. Wanda knew she had no right to feel this way, having been the one to fight with you, to blame you for the end of her marriage, and to have ignored all your attempts to apologize, but this is exactly the way she does feel.

You lean in, whispering something dirty enough in the girl's ear to make her blush and close her legs, and Wanda loses patience.

"Makkari was right. You truly hit rock bottom." She mocks in a tone loud enough to be heard throughout the entire backstage, the music slightly muffled by the walls in the rest of the club. All eyes turn curiously to her, but yours are the ones she's looking for, and they take almost a full moment to focus. Your relaxed posture doesn't change, but your smile fades.

"Look who decided to show up." You returned with a certain coolness that made Wanda swallow dryly. "Greetings to the legendary Scarlet Witch."

Each individual in the room turns their face and greets her at the same second, the hypnotized chorus of 'Hello, Wanda' makes an eerie shiver run through her entire body. She doesn't have time to create any theories about the whole scene, because out of a curtain in the background comes a figure she doesn't know as well as the other Eternals.

Druig's presence is a complete surprise to her. Wanda remembers well all the disagreements you two have had and the stories she has heard about the past. So finding that Eternal in a fancy, expensive suit, controlling an entire nightclub by your side is not exactly a predictable situation.

"Wanda Maximoff, what an honor to meet you again." He comments as he moves closer to kiss her hand, taking on old customs with natural ease. His hand remained holding her for a full moment, and Wanda understood it to be a warning. The attitude made her blood boil. But when Druig turned his attention back to you, he was smiling. "You didn't tell me old friends would be visiting you, sister."

You locked your jaw. "Don't call me that, Druig." Was your warning, detaching yourself from the grip of the girls beside you without any trouble to get up. "And stop trying to scare Wanda. You wouldn't stand a chance with her. Nor with me, brother."

A wicked smile played on the man's lips, but he remained with his hands behind his back and nodded in understanding to your statement. You exchanged a quick glance with Wanda and it was enough for her to follow you to what looked like a balcony of the chamber, which provided a view of the magnificent capital of Barcelona.

As soon as Wanda was beside you at the edge, you gestured back, creating a transparent wall in the doorway to prevent snooping. She recognized the privacy spell and kept to herself the realization of how cold and twitchy your magic felt, very different from the last time she felt your presence at the university in London.

"Why are you here, Wanda?" You asked her immediately, with no patience for small talk. 

"I called." She returned without caring about the aggressiveness, her hands clasped tightly inside her pockets, seeking some warmth in her own jacket to protect herself from the cold night. Not so long ago, you would have wasted no time in offering her a scarf, or taking any action to warm her, and the lack of friendliness and nurturance made her shiver more than the cold. "Makkari said-"

"I can deduce exactly what she said, thank you." You cut her off with a certain impatience. You didn't keep your gaze, rummaging through your pockets for something until you pulled out of your jacket a silver bottle marked with the Asgard symbol. Thor had one of those, and Wanda knew immediately that it was a traditional drink. The way your fingers were trembling made her understand that this would not be the first sip of either Asgardian liquor or an earthly drink.

"I wish you were sober for this conversation."

You chuckled, short and ironic still with your gaze on the bottle you were opening. Your laughter lingered during the big gulp you took, and when you looked at her again, you commented, "You were always funny, Maximoff. Truly enjoyable company." Your gaze faded to the landscape, nostalgic and hurt, and Wanda sighed.

"I didn't come here to fight with you, Y/N." She tried again, though dissatisfied with your distant posture, still determined to set things straight. "But I was surprised to find you so..."

"Miserable?" You complete for her with a weak laugh, still looking out over the city. Wanda swallows dryly, and you sigh. "Don't martyr yourself. No matter how devastating the broken heart feels, it always heals."

"I'm sorry." She declares softly. "I never meant to hurt you."

You clear your throat, pulling away a little to look at her, and with the posture you assume, Wanda almost feels physical walls between you.

"You didn't come to Barcelona for an apology, Maximoff. What happened? Is it something with work?" Your frown is gently worried, but the insinuation irritates her.

"Do you really think I wouldn't talk to you for so long just to show up asking for work favors?" She retorts but you don't flinch.

"I don't think anything, Wanda." You retort indifferently. "I've stopped having expectations of you, or anyone else. That way I avoid being disappointed."

"Is this you or Druig talking?" She challenges, and instead of hitting a nerve, you smile. 

You bring the flask closer to your lips, and whisper, "Always too quick for me, clever girl." before drinking and accomplishing a small smile from her.

"I mean it, Y/N." Wanda insists, though softer than before. "I want to apologize for the last time we saw each other. I shouldn't have blamed you for the end of my marriage, nor put down your attempts to fix things between us."

You study her face for a moment, finding only sincerity in her eyes. Then you sigh, and finish all the liquid in the bottle in one gulp. Wanda opens her mouth to say something, but you interrupt her.

"When was the last time you had fun, Scarlet Witch?"

She frowns, hesitantly. "I'm really not in the mood-"

But you grabbed her hand, grinning. "Don't be boring, Maximoff. We were friends before any of the drama. Come, I'll show you how the Spanish celebrate life."

Since becoming the Scarlet Witch, Wanda had gotten better with crowds because of her job. Still, it was a little hard to be inserted into a fair of bodies squeezed inside a lounge with vibrant colors and loud music. And your hand pulling her close, spinning her around as your body moved against hers to the synchronized beat wasn't helping her nerves at all.

But eventually, Wanda felt all the tension dissipate within the songs - only to be replaced by an equally suffocating feeling. Your hands roamed over her body as your hips slammed together and Wanda found herself unable to think of anything else but you.

She spun again, one last time before you grew tired of ignoring your own will, and grabbed her face, your mouth against hers.

Wanda choked on her own breath, and the world stopped for a whole moment. All the sounds, and all the people around just disappeared. You kissed her and that was all that mattered in that second.

But you let go before she could respond the way she wanted to, and the look on your face made her swallow dry.

"What's wrong?" She whispered half breathlessly against your lips.

Your hand was warm against her cheek, and when you moved it away, Wanda almost let out an audible protest at the lack, her body practically tumbling towards you, begging for your touch.

You shook your head in the negative, turning and moving further into the crowd and Wanda almost lost sight of you. 

The people around seemed to hinder her path to you, but a glimpse of the red glows and the hall cleared a path for the witch. If Wanda began to use her powers with more confidence now, Agatha Harkness had a strong influence on it.

You went outside the nightclub, and Wanda realized you must have spent some time dancing because the street was much emptier than before.

With a hand on your chest, your breathing labored and your shoulders tense, Wanda realized you looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack.

"Hey, darling, talk to me-" She reached up trying to touch your wrist but you pulled away. Your back was turned so far but when you turned around, Wanda saw that your eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't you dare." You raise a finger towards her, gasping and emotional. Then she falls silent immediately, gulping dryly at the fury in your gaze. "You don't... have the right, okay? You just can't."

She sighs, taking a step forward. "You're the one who kissed me."

You chuckle in disbelief, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "Fuck you, Wanda."

"How classy." She sneers to which you only shake your head.

"You did this to me." You retort determinedly, gesturing to yourself. "Look at me, Wanda! I'm a mess! I'm sick! You've carved your way into my heart, and I can't live without you! Do you even realize what you've done? Do you even care?"

Heart racing, Wanda opens her mouth but the intensity of the confessions has left her speechless. She has no chance to speak, however, because you continue.

"Seven thousand years I've been on this earth, and I've never felt like this. Who gave you the right? I'm not made for it, I don't know how to... deal with it. This pain, this lack. The longing... I can't do it, Wanda." You gasp. "I was fine without you! I was working, sticking to my mission. And then you came along and ruined me for good!" Your hand pulled her close again, your forehead resting against hers. Wanda waited and waited for a kiss that never came. Instead, you held her hands against your chest. "Take your love away, Wanda. I don't know where to put it if I can't dedicate it to you."

She smiled tearfully, brushing their noses together. "I haven't lived that long, but I will, my darling. And I want it spent with you." She whispered, holding on tighter as you look at her doubtfully. "I will only take your love with me if I can leave mine with you."

"Wanda-"

"Stop babbling and kiss me for once, you drunken fool." She cuts you off, and you don't waste another second. 

You think all those centuries were worth it for this moment. Wanda kisses and kisses you, and can't believe she resisted this for so long. That she dared to marry another when she could have had this.

You let out an audible moan as she sucked your tongue and she was grateful for your hands around her waist, for she would have slipped to the floor.

When you broke apart, panting and flushed, you stood with your faces very close together.

"You should have married me." It is the first thing you say, and it draws a hearty, husky laugh from the other.

"There's still time, I suppose." She retorts, shy about the look of adoration she catches the next moment. She swallows dryly. " I'm sorry I hurt you before."

You shake your head quickly. "I hurt you first, I know. I should have told all the others to go to hell and run away with you when I had the chance."

She giggles, pleased that you recognize the past. Your mistakes too, not just hers. But none of that mattered anymore now, and she told you so.

You decided that enough had been said and that words could be left for tomorrow.

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

the new suit – tony s.

summary You and Tony are working together on a new suit as you end up kissing him. But before you can confess your feelings you get interrupted by Steve…

warnings none, fluff, mutual pining

wordcount 5.2K

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Tony slides his glasses back on as he’s fishing up on some new designs for his Iron Man suit. "You finished the sketches of the costume? Let me see." He leans over the desk while I’m sitting in a chair, he puts his palms on the table and takes a closer look over at my sketchbook.

“What do you think?” I ask as I lean back in my chair.

"Hmm." Tony stares at the sketchbook, rubbing his hands together as he takes in the designs, his brows furrowing and his mouth twisting into a thoughtful frown. "Very interesting. I see your thought process here. It's clear that you took inspiration from some of my old work, but you also managed to add your own touches. It's creative. I like it." He pushes himself off of the desk and looks at me from under his glasses with a small smirk, which makes me a bit proud to be honest.

“Oh, you haven't seen the best part yet” I lean over, nearly spilling my coffee, to get some more sketches out under a pile of other papers “There you are” I hand him the sketches and once again Tony leans in, craning his neck to get a better look at them. His face lights up as he sees them, quickly analyzing and taking in the details.

"Okay, I like the direction you've taken. I really like your new touches to my original style. It looks damn good, and the new armory you added sounds great!” He seems really pleased with my work.

“Thought you like it. The material for the suit is light but it can still protect you just as good and it is very resistance” I explain my sketches to him, occasionally looking up to check if he’s still listening.

Tony is visibly impressed, nodding in approval as he takes in the details. "Yes, that's a fantastic feature. The light weight and increased protection would be an asset in any battle. I also like the addition of the new weapons. It adds an extra level of versatility, and gives me a little more firepower. And it's great that you were able to do it all while keeping the suit light weight. That's always been one of my main concerns."

“So... when can we get started?” I ask overly motivated, looking up at him while sipping on my like 10th coffee today, even though it’s only 1pm.

Tony smiles and lets out a chuckle as he glances once again at the many sketches of his new suit. "Well, with this level of enthusiasm, I'd say we could start right now. Everything we need is here in the lab. The only thing we need to decide on is the color scheme. Do you want to stick with classic red and gold, or go with something different?"

I smirk and get up, ready to go to work. “No, no, the red-gold is iconic. We are not gonna change a thing there. But we should pick a darker shade for the red. This way the suit doesn’t look like a toy and it really brings out the golden accents I put there” I point to the sketches

Tony nods in agreement, looking at the sketches with a critical eye, taking in the subtle details I’ve added.

"Hmm, a darker red would definitely give it a more sophisticated and mature look. And it would also make the gold accents pop more. Let's go with a darker red, and see how it looks."

I nod in agreement and already walk through the lab, looking around for the stuff we need and turning on all the electronical devices. “Sounds good. But we can decide about the final color later on in the process anyway. Jarvis, put on some ACDC”

Tony chuckles at the unexpected command to Jarvis, but follows behind me as I walk through the lab, eyeing the different machines and equipment as I pass. "True that. For now, let's focus on getting the different parts of the suit put together. And ACDC is always a perfect choice for the mood in the lab." Tony says with a smile, as the iconic rock music fills the lab, filling him with a surge of energy.

We work diligently throughout the whole night, making steady progress on the suit. It’s nothing too unusual for the two of us since we both really enjoy working together and we are both night owls. And I have to admit that I love to work with him. We are very close and always fool around and joke together.

The sun is starting to rise, but neither of us seems to notice, as we’re too busy focusing on creating the perfect suit. We’ve made a lot of progress on putting the different components together, and we’re both beginning to feel a sense of accomplishment. Tony sighs and stretches and I can’t help but glance at his muscles. "I'd say that we should take a break and stretch our legs for a bit. We've been here all night, and I feel the need to move around a little bit."

I nod quickly and take my eyes off of him. If he noticed me staring, he just ignores it. “You can move around while testing the new gloves.”

Tony grins and nods his head, deciding that a physical test of the gloves was a great idea. "Eager, are we? Give me a few minutes to put them on, and then I'll go out on a test run."

“Alright. Jarvis, put on the test mode” Jarvis immediately snaps to attention and responds to the command in a calm and robotic voice. “Test mode initiated”

The suit is immediately powered on and the screens light up with different modes and data readouts. The hands and fingers of the suit appear to be moving and extending and retracting in a variety of movements. Tony's hands flex and move as he tests out the new gloves. I watch as Tony brings his arms forward and aiming the palms towards the ground. He holds the position for a few seconds, as a bright red circle emits from each palm towards the ground. The red rings come into contact with each other and create a force field that quickly expands and covers Tony inside of it.

A huge smirk crosses my face as I see that my plans work out and the new armory is working just fine. “What do you think?”

Tony chuckles in response to my smug grin. "I think it's brilliant. Your idea for the shield component was an excellent addition to this suit. Well done on this upgrade."

“Thank you” I chuckle and check the data on the screens again.

Tony flashes a wide smile as he looks at you with a hint of approval. That million-dollar smile that makes my knees weak every time. "You're welcome. I think your additions have really brought the suit to the next level.” Tony nods in agreement, glancing over at the different components that are stacked on the workbench. "The next step is to finish putting all the parts together and getting the full suit assembled. After that it's just a matter of testing the suit itself and making sure everything works properly."

I nod as well, approvingly, and look up at Tony. “What about you get some coffee, I get breakfast and then we can continue with the suit?”

Tony nods and smirks, excited to continue working on the suit. The day passes and Tony and I don't even leave the lab. Sometimes the other Avengers come in to check on us and they all smile at our teamwork. Currently Steve looks around the lab, smirking at Tony and me. “You know, the way you guys work together... it seems like there is going on more than just friendship”

Tony chuckles as he hears Steve's comment, but doesn't take his eyes off his work as he continues to assemble the different parts of the suit, testing and retesting every component for functionality and efficiency. He responds to Steve's comment without looking away from his work. "We have a good dynamic going. It's not hard to get in a groove and get things done with her on my team. That’s all."

I chuckle and walk over to Tony, handing him some more parts of the suit. “Just admit it, you would be helpless without me”

Tony laughs and jokingly rolls his eyes, as he takes the parts and slots them into the appropriate place inside the suit. He turns and looks at me, as he begins to test out the new upgrades. "Okay, okay, you've got me. I'm totally useless without you." Tony says in a sarcastic tone, though it's clear he's still enjoying the banter and he is thankful for my help.

I too chuckle and sit back down on my own working bench, getting back to work.

“You two are cute” Steve smiles, wanting to tease Tony a bit more.

Tony laughs again and blushes a bit as he hears Steve's comment. After all, we really do have very good chemistry. Tony doesn't deny the fact that there is some truth to Steve's comment, but decides to play it cool. He shrugs as he continues to work. "Thanks, Cap, but we're just friends. Nothing more." Tony says with a mischievous smile, as he continues his work.

“Whatever” Steve smirks and leaves the lab after looking around one final time.

Tony nods his head and chuckles as Steve walks away, but he can't help feeling just a little bit embarrassed, and a little bit excited, by Steve's comment. He glances over at me, as I’m working on my own component. We are just friends, but sometimes it's hard to deny that there is something between us. We continue to work together for another couple hours, until finally we have the full suit assembled. We take a moment to step back and admire our work proudly.

I grin widely in excitement, standing next to Tony. “It's finished! We made it, and it looks good!”

Tony looks just as excited and proud as me, as he grins and nods his head, looking over the full suit. It has a clean, classic look to it, while also incorporating all the new upgrades that they added. The red-gold color scheme stands out, and the added accents look like a perfect blend of old and new. Tony is truly satisfied with the finished product. "I'd say we did an excellent job, wouldn't you?"

“Definitely!” I say a bit overexcited and thanks to my clumsiness I nearly fall over

Tony can't help but laugh a little bit as he sees me stumble, but he quickly catches me with his strong arms and steadies me, supporting my weight. He looks down at me with a smirk. "Careful now. We don't want any accidents to ruin our finished product."

I chuckle slightly but can't help and blush a bit as I get back onto my feet, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “Of course not”

Tony smiles at the brief blush that he witnesses, though he is careful to keep his expression neutral and professional. He knows from experiences just how easily he can get distracted when I’m close. "So, what do you say, are we ready for a test run?"

”Yeah... Yeah! Let's test it out, getting you dressed up” I smile at him excitedly.

My enthusiasm is contagious, and Tony can't help but smile at my excitement. He starts getting changed, quickly pulling the different components of the suit on. The gloves snap into place, the boots secure onto his legs, and finally the chest and head components are in place as well. I just watch, occasionally checking the screens for the data. I can’t help but think he looks really handsome in that suit…

"Okay, I'm ready to test it out. Let's put this bad boy to the test.” Tony says as he is now fully into the suit.

I smirk at his choice of words and watch as Jarvis finishes securing the last component and the suit seals itself in place. The various monitors light up with different systems and readouts, as Jarvis speaks in his typical calm voice "Suit has been activated and all systems are at full operating capacity." Tony smiles and steps away from the workbench, giving the suit a brief visual inspection before turning to face me. "So, what do you think?"

“It looks damn good” and you too, I think to myself. “Jarvis, activate the testing mode”

Jarvis obeys the command, and the suit powers up fully, with the chest piece shining brightly as the repulsor rays light up. The arm cannons point forward, ready to act. It is indeed an impressive sight. "Alright, let's do this."

As soon as the face mask snaps into place, the suit is fully sealed and active. Tony lifts his hands into the air, as the repulsor rays shoot out at full power. The suit propels Tony into the sky, as the thrust lifts him into a high, smooth, stable flight.

I smile happily, we really did a great job. I walk around checking the diagrams on the computers “Seems like everything works just fine. Try it out some more”

Tony begins to fly around the lab, testing the different features of the suit. He begins testing out the weapons that you had installed as well. He seems pretty satisfied and I too smile happily, glad we did such a good job. “Jarvis, open the window hatch”

Jarvis immediately responds with a calm, robotic voice. "Opening window hatch." The window hatch opens up, allowing Tony to fly directly out of the lab and into the open outdoors. I watch as he flies through the window and up into the sky, his suit still shining brightly in the sunlight. He flies in a large circle around the lab building. I grin widely as I run over to the window and look outside, seeing Tony flying around in his new suit

Tony seems to be enjoying the test run as much as I am watching from the lab. He appears to be in full control of the suit, and seems to have no problems flying it around the outdoor space above the lab. The flight is smooth and stable, allowing Tony to make sharp turns and take advantage of the different features of the suit. He seems to be testing out every aspect of the new suit as he goes along. After a few minutes, he begins to fly back towards the lab window. He returns right through the window and lands in the lab, opening his face mask. I walk over to him, more than happy

“Wow! That looked so awesome!”

Tony nods his head as he pulls the mask off of his face. He is visibly thrilled and excited, both by the positive outcome of the test and by the fact that I were there to witness it. "It flew surprisingly well, and the different weapon systems were all functioning perfectly. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a test run this much. And it all came out looking so good as well. We did a great job!"

“Yes, we definitely did!” I hug him out of pure excitement and suddenly our lips meet for just a few seconds.

Tony is caught off guard by this unexpected kiss, but he immediately wraps his arms around me as he kisses me back for just a few seconds. A brief and innocent kiss, the result of the heat of the moment. Tony pulls his head away eventually, and we just stand there, staring into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. He smiles and I see a faint glimpse of his cheeks turning red. I quickly pull away, blushing heavily and stuttering. “Oh my... I... I'm sorry, I... I don't know what... I ...”

Tony laughs softly as he sees just how flushed I am, but he's unable to hide a brief moment of amusement. "Relax, it was just a quick kiss. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Just a natural reaction to the moment. No big deal."

I take a deep breath, my cheeks still bright red. “We… we did a great job. The suit seems to work just fine”

Tony smiles at the way I stumble over my words, as he notices that my cheeks still haven't stopped blushing.

"Definitely. The suit works perfectly. The results speak for themselves and it will definitely be a game changer. But I guess the suit isn't the only thing that will be changing..."

I turn to look at him and frown, asking concerned “What do you mean? Are you not happy with it?”

Tony laughs as he notices the misunderstanding. "Oh no, I'm very happy with the suit. I was referring to our relationship. It feels like it's been changing between just friends and something more. I mean, late nights in the lab together, our banters, glances and a quick kiss, and you're blushing like crazy.”

My eyes widen at his words and I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. My voice shaky “Tony... I... I think this is just... the lack of sleep or the amount of coffee we drank or the excitement from the suit... I...”

Tony chuckles slightly and shakes his head, as he steps towards me and places his hands on my waist. "Is it really though? Or is it something else? I think we both know that this whole evening we've spent together had more to it than simple late nights and coffee.”

I look at him still dressed in his suit, my face flushed and my heart beating like crazy. “Tony...”

But before he can reply, Steve enters the lab and Tony immediately let go of me, stepping back a little.

“Oh hey! You finished the suit!” Steve says, rather impressed by the work Tony and I’ve done.

Tony stares at Steve with a friendly smile, knowing that he was caught in the middle of something but trying to play it off. "Sure did. Y/n and I just finished up the final tests, and we're very pleased with the results."

Steve looks between Tony and me, smirking softly and raising an eyebrow “Did I interrupt anything?”

Tony laughs as he shrugs his shoulders, pretending to be completely oblivious to the tension that was obviously there between him and me earlier. "Interrupt? No. We were just excited that the suit seemed to work so well, so we were discussing the final results and plans for the suit” he explains calmly and walks over to Steve, showing him the new suit he is still wearing.

“Yeah, we were just testing it out and the suit works pretty well” I smile at Steve as well, trying to hide my blush

Steve smiles back at me and gives a brief nod, as he continues to study my expressions. "Great! Seems like you both did an excellent job. I guess the suit isn't the only thing that got tested out tonight, huh?"

I blush and quickly turn around as Bruce also comes into the lab. “Oh hey, Wow! That suit looks good!”

The unexpected entry of Bruce throws Tony off for a quick second, as he glances over at him and flashes a look of surprise. He quickly regains his composure though, and smiles as he looks back over at Steve and Bruce. "Thanks. You’re just in time to see the new suit in action, if you'd like. Y/n and I just finished up the final tests for it."

As we continue to talk and show the features of the suit to Steve and Bruce, I notice the way that both Steve and Bruce keep stealing glances over at Tony and me with smirks in their faces. I know that at least one of them can clearly see the chemistry that is present between me and Tony. We both seem to be very close and comfortable together as we talk and laugh. After a while I start to feel tired and decide it's now time to get some rest. “Alright guys, I think I'll go get some sleep now. Tony, you good without me?

Tony's expression softens as he sees me starting to feel tired. He gives me a soft smile and nods his head. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You go get some sleep, and we'll meet back here tomorrow morning."

I agree and smile back at him before waving at Steve and Bruce before heading out of the lab and towards my room.

Tony watches me as I walk away, and he can't help but notice the way my curves hug tightly against my pants as I walk away from him. The vision in his eyes briefly lingers as all of the memories from the night come back to him. A faint glow appears in his eyes as he continues to watch me, then eventually he breaks the gaze and turns to Steve and Bruce.

Tony starts to get out of his suit and Steve smirks at him knowingly. Tony knows he's been caught, so he turns to look at Steve and raises an eyebrow in question, waiting for him to say what's on his mind. “So, what exactly did I interrupt before I came into lab?” Steve asks curiously and leans back against a work bench.

“Yeah, what was going on between you two?” Bruce looks confused yet curious between the two men.

Tony sighs as he realizes that he doesn't even have an excuse for this one. He can't deny the chemistry between us that both Steve and Bruce have observed. He just shrugs his shoulders, with a look of acceptance that shows he no longer has room to weasel himself out of it. "Just two friends enjoying some late night lab time. You know how it is. We just got a little carried away by the excitement of the suit."

“No, no... That seemed like something way more intimate” Steve smirks again and won’t let this go so easy.

Tony realizes that he's now in the position of having to either play dumb, or explain everything. Playing dumb in front of Steve and Bruce won’t work though. Tony sighs. "Look, Steve, some words have been spoken and there was a quick kiss. We both felt that this was more than just friendship..."

Both Steve and Bruce start to grin. “That's so cute. But you should talk to her, Tony.”

Tony's face flushes bright red. He hates that he is currently at the mercy of both Steve and Bruce with this whole situation. They are both grinning at him, clearly enjoying his predicament. He tries to act casual and gives off a soft sigh, acknowledging that Steve and Bruce are both right. "You guys... Come on, it wasn't that big of a deal. It just happened in the moment. Maybe it was all just a result of the late nights and energy drinks and the excitement of the suit."

Steve frowns a bit and looks more serious at Tony “The question is, do you want it to be just that?”

Tony looks over at Steve, knowing exactly what he's asking and fully aware of what his answer would be if he let himself be honest. He doesn't want it to be 'just that', but he can't just come out and say it in front of Steve and Bruce. Tony shakes his head from side to side, as if he can't really respond, though his mind is giving him a very strong, and very clear answer.

Both Steve and Bruce just smirk at each other, knowing the answer. Bruce sighs and pats Tony’s shoulder “Alright, buddy, get some rest. And think about it” Then Steve and Bruce leave.

After Steve and Bruce leave, Tony is left alone with his own thoughts, as he realizes that he now has to face the situation on his own. He can't keep trying to play it off as 'just a little accident' or "a result of late nights and energy drinks." It was all real, and he just has to find out how much it means to Y/n. He walks around the lab, considering everything that has happened over the course of the evening, and the different feelings that he feels for her. That brief kiss that had occurred. He's completely lost in his own thoughts as he walks to his room, pacing up and down.

Meanwhile I’m sitting on my bed and even though I’m rather tired, I’m wide awake, thinking of all the nights I spent with Tony in his lab. We were really good friends, but is that really everything? It was all getting to my head. I look over at the clock to see it's already 11:30 pm. I sigh and decide it was no use, so I get up and walk back to the lab, wanting to sketch some more ideas.

Tony is wide awake, as well. The memories from the night keep running through his head and he can't help but notice the way his heart begins to beat faster as he plays those memories back in his head over and over. He thinks about the late nights together where they would work on the suit, the jokes and laughs that they shared while doing so, the excitement that they felt and the brief kiss that they had shared, the blushing cheeks... Tony lies in bed for a while, struggling to fall asleep. He feels just a little bit energized from the night, but more so, he's feeling a bit restless as he struggles to process the events of tonight. He too notices how late it is and he decides to head back to the lab.

I'm sitting on the chair, hair up in a messy bun, looking over some sketches and trying to find some more new ideas to add. I'm so focused on the sketches that I don't even notice Tony entering the lab

Once Tony reaches the lab, he immediately catches a glimpse of the sketches and how casually I am seated with my hair up. I look very relaxed, almost as if this is normal for me to be up at this time in the lab, and Tony can't help but notice how the night had only brought out the most natural and casual side of me. He is also struck by how lovely you look in this setting...

Tony watches as I keep sketching, and he can't help but be charmed by how focused and completely lost I am in the task at hand. He finds himself feeling the urge to hug me and just rest his face against my shoulders to breath in my scent.

I’m just trying out some sketches of additional ideas on the suit when I suddenly feel a pair of strong, warm arms wrapping around myself and I jump slightly. “Shhh, it’s me” It's Tony, who has silently approached me from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. He rests his head on my shoulder, the feeling of my hair against his face feeling extremely reassuring. I can feel the heat of his body as his breath is close to my neck.

I let out a breath shaky breath “Hey…” Tony smiles as he feels my body relax in his embrace, and he doesn't even bother to explain his sudden move. He just enjoys the warmth of the moment, just as I am, as he wraps his arms even tighter around me, pulling me closer. “Aren't you asleep?” I ask curiously, ignoring the beating of my heart

"Nope." Tony answers softly, as he continues to tightly pull me into his embrace. He doesn't want to let go. He enjoys this moment of just being close to me without saying a word, and he can't help but breath in the scent of me that fills his nostrils. I relax more in his embrace and lean back slightly into him, closing my eyes and resting my hand onto his arms, feeling his muscles beneath his skin. Tony leans his head towards me, and he gently gives my cheek a small kiss, without saying anything. He feels my body slightly tense up at this, but I don't pull away. He can't help but blush at the fact that I’m allowing this to happen, as he pulls himself away, a small blush on his cheeks. I blush heavily and finally I turn my head slightly so now I'm facing him. We are just inches apart.

Tony stares deeply into my gaze as he can suddenly feel the intense connection between us. He can't help but be struck by everything that he's feeling when he looks into my eyes. He slowly moves his face forward, and he presses his lips onto mine, kissing me soft and gently. I can't help but blush heavily. The first kiss today in the lab was due to excitement, but this one now is different. This is a more intimate kiss, the kind where you slowly move forward, and you keep your lips connected to his. He pulls back after a few moments, just enough for our faces not to be touching anymore, but he is still close enough to feel my breath as it touches his face.

“What was that for..?” My voice is not more than a whisper, just for him to hear

"It was just... an urge to show you my appreciation." Tony answers softly, as he continues to smile at me. His gaze is still soft and gentle, but there's also this slightly confident tone in his voice which hints at the possibility that this 'urge' is something more. He pauses for a moment, as he sees my reaction to his statement, and he waits for my respond.

I smile at him softly “Then let my show you my appreciation” I turn around a bit in my chair, now able to move my arms and lay my hand onto his chest

He doesn't say anything in reply, but he leans forward and slowly presses his lips against mine once more, in a longer, and more intimate kiss. He can't help but let out a soft noise. He continues to kiss me soft and gently, wrapping his arms around me now and pushing himself even closer to me. The kiss feels very tender and affectionate, and he can't help but feel a bit vulnerable in this situation, as if this was all just too perfect to be true. We pull apart and look at each other. He shakes his head as he regains composure and smiles softly at me.

“God, I love that smile”, I say to him, laying one hand against his cheek softly.

Tony wraps his arms around me tightly. He leans closer and he presses his forehead against mine, his eyes closing and taking a deep breath. “And I love you”

My smile grows even more as I hear those words from him. “I love you too” I whisper and he pulls me in for another loving kiss before looking at me again with his charming smile. We continue to stand in the lab, holding each other and no one of us wanting to let go as we finally confessed our feelings to each other. And it’s just the perfect ending to the work on his suit.

A/N Here is my complete masterlist with all the ff, imagines, oneshots, smut and whatever. Check it out and leave a like :)

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[teyamsatan]

Ok, so I need to get this off my chest because it’s been weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve never properly addressed this because I honestly think it’s not something that deserves the traffic, but my entire feed has been overwhelmed with negativity and it’s genuinely making me want to not be on here anymore.

1. I age up my characters. No, that absolutely does not make me a paedophile. You don’t like it, the door’s right there, the block button’s easily accessible, i tag my fics, you can block tags, there’s so many things you can do.

2. Throwing words with such horrible and serious connotations around as a hyperbole is not quirky and doesn’t make you interesting, it makes you an asshole who diminishes and undermines real world problems to make yourself feel better about literally the most inane of non-problems.

3. If you have time to give a shit about someone you don’t know on the internet who finds joy in some artistic relief, you haVE TOO MUCH TIME!!! I’m curious how many of you actually have any concern or involvement in anything regarding actual paedophilia, that concerns actual kids, actual real life people.

4. If you do indeed believe that someone who ages up a literal fictional tall blue alien is a “paedophile”, you genuinely, genuinely need to go out and touch some grass, BUT what absolutely KILLS me is the absolute unhinged hypocrisy: you want to think you’re better than me, you denounce my work publicly, and then FOLLOW ME and reblog my Jake smut (?!???!?). Like this actually blows my mind. So in your eyes, i am the scum of the earth, i deserve to die and go to jail cause i am “sexualising minors”, but THEN you’re ok with it when you get off to my smut that you do agree with. HOW?! You must be so flexible cause that’s some impressive mental acrobatics. Congrats!!!

5. YOU CANNOT PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU’RE MORALLY SUPERIOR ABOUT!!! Pls get that through your head. If you can forgive “deviant” behaviour when you’re horny and need a Jake fic to get yourself off to, honey baby, you’re just as bad, cause you’re proving you’re willing to bend your morals for your own pleasure and selfish needs. Like PLEASE BE FOR FUCKING REAL!!!

6. This is for my readers and readers of fics in general - if you like what we write, please, please show it. I have seen/talked to several of my mutuals who want to take a step back because of so much negativity that outweighs the support at the moment. If you want to keep being able to enjoy this content, please show your favourite writers some love, especially at this time.

7. And for my mutuals/besties, please, please don’t get discouraged. I know it’s hard, and it sucks, and it’s so disheartening, but i am here to talk and here to stay, and we can get through this together. It would hurt me so badly to see genuinely talented, beautiful, creative, kind people be driven away by some lowlives with nothing better to do than bully people. Stay strong and know I’m always here for you.

This is the first and last time i will be addressing this. I will not be engaging with these people anymore, and i will be using the block button incredibly liberally going forward. Remember you’re responsible for curating your online experience. You don’t like/agree with something, FUCKING BLOCK ME. I BEG YOU.

That’s all. Stay safe and good luck, my loves. I love you. Xoxoxox

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[opultea]

Me Instead

Younger! Ayato x GN Reader (No Pronouns)

Fluff - Drabble - Romantic - SFW - mutual pining - arranged marriage - happy ending

Word Count: 0.7k

Note: This drabble is set just after Ayato assumes his position as head of the Kamisato clan, so he may act more brashly due to his youth

"M-my lord, please, if you will only wait a moment-"

Ayato slid the paper door open a little too harshly, making it rattle in its rail as he stepped into your room.

“Ayato, you couldn’t have waited outside? For all you know I was changing,” You commented casually, almost jokingly.

The attendant fixing your hair was startled by the commissioner's entrance, but tried to continue her work with her slightly shaking hands.

“What do you think, is this fan too simple? I believe the Kado clan has always preferred more colourful designs,” Ayato’s chest heaved at your question.

“Why do you insist on giving such thought to the preferences of a man you’ve only met once?”

“This meeting matters to my parents, Ayato. A proposal would be their dream come true,”

“Yet it’s everything you would despise,”

You silently dismiss your attendant, who scrambles to bow before closing the door swiftly behind her.

“Ayato, please,”

“This isn’t what you want,”

“Don’t be naive, Ayato.” For the first time since he had entered, you looked him straight in the eye. The tired smile you gave unnerved him in a way he would never be able to shake. “You know that doesn’t matter,”

Ayato was new to his position as the Yashiro Commissioner. In the eyes of the Tri-Commission and the other noble families, he was only a boy, barely ready to take over such a cumbersome responsibility. Ayato knew well how the other commissioners thought of him, he knew they thought him naive. But hearing it from you was a different sort of sting. Did you truly think so little of him? Did you truly think so little of how he thought of you?

How could you say that you didn’t matter, when you were all that mattered to him?

“But it could matter, if you let it,” Ayato argued, his shoulders fixing themselves back to make his form stronger than his heart. When you sigh, he only presses on. “Don’t go today, I’ll give your parents an explanation. They are hardly in a position to defy the word of the commissioner, after all,”

“And they would only reschedule,” You shake your head, gently holding your temple as if the weight of your thoughts has finally become too much. “Besides, what would you even tell them?”

“That you are to marry me.”

The silence that follows has Ayato near sick. He tenses his jaw in hope that his sudden queasiness doesn't show. He doesn’t know if it’s better that you're not looking at him anymore.

“Marry… you?” You breathe. Ayato steels himself to explain.

"If it is a proposal that your parents desire then that is what we will provide. If you are willing, I will be dutiful and will care for you as you deserve. Never will you need to take concern in your comfort; I shall provide everything you feel you need. Not to mention a marriage between two people with a friendship established between them is more likely to be fruitful, and of course there will be no need to partake in any marriage acts that you are uncomfortable with-"

“Ayato!” It takes him a moment to realise this is the third time you have called his name. You stare at each other for a moment, your eyes catching as you slowly approach him. "I have no doubt that you would be a respectful and dutiful husband, as well as a continued friend. You'd certainly be better than the first son of the Kado clan, anyhow. He's actually quite boorish, really," You chuckle, making a puff of laughter escape Ayato's chest as he feels some of the weight release.

"So, is that perhaps a yes?"

"Well, you haven't actually proposed yet," Your lips shift into a smirk as you tease. Ayato clears his throat, half to shake off the mild embarrassment and half for the sake of dramaticism.

"Will you, my greatest friend, most resourceful ally, and most honoured critic, take my hand in marriage?" Neither of you seemed to notice how you had gradually shifted closer, not until your hands brushed together and your breaths were nearly shared.

"It would be my greatest pleasure,"

Ayato knew this was hardly the ideal circumstance for your engagement, but he supposed that if he was going to ask for your hand anyway, it was better sooner than too late.

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Valentine's Surprise | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Request: No.

Synopsis: Wooyoung surprises his girlfriend for Valentine's Day, which also just so happens to be their anniversary.

Warnings: None. This is probably terrible. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.

Word Count: 783

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“Why don’t you join us?” Y/N’s best friend offers, not wanting to see her alone for her first valentine’s day with her boyfriend, who is out of the country, until tomorrow.  

“I don’t want to intrude on your plans,” Y/N politely declines her friends offer. She'd been third-wheeling her and her boyfriend quite a bit since Wooyoung went on tour. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got ice cream and plenty of ATEEZ content to binge, so It’ll be like Woo is here. He did message me earlier saying he’s going to call me again soon.” 

“If you change your mind, call me.” 

“Enjoy your night,” she tells her friend and ends the call before she can say anything more.  

Pulling up YouTube on her tv, she finds the WANTEEZ playlist that’s saved to her favourite and presses play.  

Y/N and Wooyoung had met three years. A mutual friend of theirs was hosting a gathering. Wooyoung being the social butterfly that he is, introduced himself first. By the end of the night, after he’d walked her home, they swapped numbers and made plans to go out for dinner the following night. Their relationship has been going strong and steady (with a few minor hiccups) since then. 

Three episodes in, her phone starts ringing. She checks it, sees that it’s Wooyoung and pauses the video before answering her phone. 

“Hi baby, how’s your night going?” she asks him. 

“Can you open the door?” he asks, greeting her, sounding out of breath and as if he’s wrestling with something. 

“What door?” she asks, confused and wondering if he’s hidden something in one of the bedrooms or somewhere else. It doesn’t explain the breathlessness though. “Did you run somewhere? Are you okay?” she asks sounding concerned. 

“The apartment door,” he tells her, confusing her even more. “Your anniversary and Valentine’s Day gift has arrived.” 

Standing up from where she’s sitting, she makes her way to the apartment door, looks through the peep hole and finds someone standing there, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers and a giant stuffed black cat that’s almost as big as the person and hiding who the person is. Unlocking and opening the door, with the phone still to her ear, “What are-” 

She’s cut off when the person moves the stuffed animal away from him, revealing it’s none other than Wooyoung. “Happy anniversary, Jagiya! Oh and Happy Valentine’s Day too!”  

He moves them into her apartment, closing the door behind him and hands her the flowers and leans in to give her a kiss, bringing you out of your stunned state. 

“How did you... I thought you were coming home tomorrow night?” She says, still a little surprised to see him.  

“I talked the managers into letting me fly home early,” he says smiling widely. “Did I surprise you?”  

Y/N nods her head, causing his smile to widen as he leans in for another kiss. He lets go of the giant black cat to wraps his arms around her waist and bring her closer. She quickly wraps her arms around him, returning the kiss with equal passion. The surprise and thoughtfulness of his gesture leaves her feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.  

As they part, she looks into his beautiful deep brown eyes, "I can't believe you did this for me," she whispers, her voice filled with love. 

Last year he paid for her to be flown to Japan where they had a few shows and schedules, knowing he wouldn’t be home. She was grateful that she had a few days off at the time. This time she didn’t get any time off and Wooyoung was due home the day after, so they planned something for then. 

Wooyoung smiles, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration for his woman. "We’ve been together three years. This is our fourth Valentine’s together. We haven’t spent an anniversary or Valentine’s Day alone since we met. I wasn’t going to let you be alone this time."  

Last year he paid for her to be flown to Japan where they had a few shows and schedules, knowing he wouldn’t be home. She was grateful that she had a few days off at the time. This time she didn’t get any time off and Wooyoung was due home the day after, so they planned something for then. 

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she says, her voice filled with sincerity.  

Wooyoung brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and comforting. "I ask myself that every day."  

After placing the flowers on the counter, Y/N pulls him in for another kiss.

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[yoonia]

In Motion (M) | 11

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches)

➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut

➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; includes explicit mature/sexual scene, public nudity, public sex, public display of sexual exploitation, dom/sub act/relationship, sexual tension, mutual masturbation, fingering (female receiving), usage of sex toys, public display of bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol consumption (minor), hand job (solo), female x female action, hair pulling, breast play, clamps (nipple clamp, clitoris clamp), pain kink, clit play, nipple play, dry humping, clothed fingering, dirty talk, ear biting, neck kissing, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm delay, sexual stimulation, sensory play, cum play, cum eating, aftercare

➬ Word count | 13,5k words

➬ Chapter List/Index | Music Playlist | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➬ Main Masterlist

➬ Author’s note | And we’re back, after a thousand years of absence. Forgive me for taking so long to get back into this series. My muse has been silent, and I had to wait until he returns to me to be able to finish this story. We’re finally at the final chapters, so I really hope that I can make the long wait worthwhile. Please note that this chapter is roughly edited, but I might return to it once I’m done with the entire series. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝕷𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞.”

Please follow the rules specified below:

1. You must confirm the RSVP and send it back within 3 days prior to the arranged date. Please remember that any late submissions will not be accepted.

2. Once your RSVP is received and acknowledged, the Club’s Representative will send you the address of the pick-up point before we will escort you to the designated place where the main event is to be held.

3. Upon arrival, the attending party will return the form sent together with the RSVP invitation and will be required to undergo further identification check before being permitted to enter the main event. The preference checklist will contribute further in order to determine any security measures for individuals attending the event.

4. The event will be a non-formal all-black attire. To further maintain anonymity, it is highly advised for the attending party to make use of the mask sent along with the invitation. Each attendee will receive specially made masks as part of identification needed for the Club’s security check.

5. Any form of open conversation are forbidden once the attendee party have arrived within the main lounge. Any mutual arrangements—including partner appointments and group arrangements—may only occur upon re-registration and only in the specially provided rooms. Attendees are welcome to observe any ongoing public sessions but are not allowed to interfere. Physical contact will only be permitted between partners or special arrangements under the staff’s approval. Any violation of the rules will result in members being escorted out and your name will be added to our blacklist.

6. Any other mutual arrangements that may occur after the event will no longer be our concern.

—You—

The La Rouge mansion continues to thrive as the night carries on.

A seductive tune continues to play from every corner of the room. The smooth melody keeps flowing across the main ballroom like an alluring enchantment, guiding you through the motion. It doesn’t sound loud enough to match a scene from a nightclub and barely enough to drown the conspicuous sounds being created in the room, but it is still enough to help set up the entire pace and the mood of the event.

The low bass thump of the music vibrates through the space around you, somehow matching the slow thrums of your heartbeat that are coming from the mixture of anticipation and excitement. It also reminds you of the way your heartbeat would thrum rapidly every time you are with Jungkook, and how it would even grow more intense when he touches you.

Just like the way it is happening now, when you can feel the light touch of Jungkook’s fingers on the small of your back as he guides you through the room, moving slowly past the floor where the shared acts of debauchery are happening in full display. Everywhere you look, it almost seems like everyone in the room is moving in tune. Their motions flow together in a similar sultry rhythm. The sounds of soft moans and delighted groans are blending together with the slow beat of the music, making it seem like everyone is coming together as one.

The room doesn’t seem to be fully packed with guests, but it is still quite obvious that more attendees have been coming in while you and Jungkook were having an insightful conversation with Taehyung back at the drinking lounge.

The entire place has certainly come alive as everyone has started to let loose, succumbing to every need and every true desire. The masks they all wear might able to hide their faces, but they have all unmasked themselves to reveal the darkest part of their inner being and let everything out in the open for everyone to see. It is plain to see that all inhibitions are lost. Not a single stage in sight is left unoccupied. Even the ones that you had seen vacant from any performer or void of spectators before have now become the ones that are gathering more attention, with masked members indulging in various risqué acts while taking their places in the spotlight.

You may have had a preview before when you first arrived in this ballroom, to have glimpses of what was happening on those stages, but only now do you finally take the chance to get a closer look, finally paying attention to the scenes occurring around you and all the contraptions that are available for the attendees to use in their acts.

There is an eccentric-looking cross on one stage, while some others are fitted with wooden or leather-covered benches as their centerpieces. On others, there are some fancy-looking loveseats with soft cushions and high-back seats, and there are even a couple of stages with small beds to use under the applied rules. A few smaller stages have either various ropes dangling from above or metal poles standing as their centerpieces, with a couple of dancers utilising the latter to give special entertainment to the spectators who are not there to play or those who want something different to enjoy.

Your eyes find the stage with the throne that had caught your attention earlier. It seems that a different woman is using it now while the luscious woman that you saw previously is no longer in sight. Judging from the golden mask that this woman is wearing and the fancy rose embroideries embellished on either side of her mask, you can safely assume that she is another official member of the club and not just an invited guest for tonight’s special event. Your eyes drift down, noticing that her bare breasts are fully on display with the top of her dress lowered down to rest right beneath them. The way they are propped perfectly over the crumpled fabric of her dress makes them rock and shake as she moves her hips over the seat of the armchair. Moving your gaze lower to watch her act more closely, your breath nearly halts at what you are seeing.

With her legs spread open and the hem of her silky dress hiked up all the way up her hips, you have a clear view of her bare pussy, and how her slick folds are parted as she continues fucking a replica of a phallus, just like what the other woman that you had seen earlier was doing on that very same stage.

To your relief and astonishment, you soon notice that the phallus that was once attached onto the seat has been replaced with a new one. The fake cock impaling her now is glaring red and seems even bigger compared to the one that was used earlier, which makes it even more visible as the masked woman moves her body up and down, allowing the fake cock to slide in and out of her pussy, its length glistens under the dim light with her arousal. Her entire body rocks each time she takes the whole length inside her, and you can almost hear the sounds coming out of her parted lips when waves and waves of pleasure take over her.

This time, she is not the only one occupying the stage, as a man is seen standing right beside the armchair, facing her. Your eyes grow wide once you notice that he is wearing a matching mask to the woman, a golden mask with intricate detail of a pair of roses embroidered on each of its sides, signifying that they are here together as partners—much like you and Jungkook are.

As the woman becomes so lost in her desire, the man is there to support her. You may not be able to see his face, with his mask perfectly shielding his identity and only leaving his mousy hair exposed, yet you can see the rest of him as he barely covers everything else about himself that most definitely has caught the attention of numerous other women around you. Wearing only a pair of tight leather pants that are now barely hanging around his hips, he has left his bare chest and back exposed, while the muscles on his strong arms keep flexing and straining as he uses one hand to stroke his fat cock in a pace that matches his partner’s rocking hips, while he has a tight grip of her hair in his other hand, forcing her to keep her head held up high and her eyes looking hazily forward, facing their audience without shame as she submits to her pleasure.

Being completely entranced at the sight before you, you barely notice Jungkook’s presence until he presses his fingers harder into the small of your back, reminding you of your own partner. He slows down beside you once he notices what exactly has you so fixated that you are beginning to halt in your steps, and you can feel the tips of his fingers moving up and down at a gentle pace on your waist, a silent way that he does to grab your attention. Looking away from the scene, you find Jungkook’s eyes growing dark and intense, his gaze emits hunger that seems to intensify just by looking at your face. Whatever he is seeing from your reaction to the scene seems to be awakening something inside him. It encourages him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close, pressing you against his side and enveloping you with his heat in a possessive way that has your heartbeat racing and your body heat escalating rapidly.

Out here in the main ballroom and merely a few feet away from the open drinking lounge, neither of you is allowed to converse publicly, even with each other. Yet you find that there are really no words needed for you to know what is going inside his head, just as much as he seems to know what is happening inside yours. You can feel it in his touch, and you can see it in his gaze. His eyes simply glow darkly from beneath his mask as he keeps looking down at your face. With a smile and a tilt of his head, he urges you to look back at the stage, and you turn just in time to catch it just as the scene reaches its peak.

Succumbing to her climax, the masked woman wails in pleasure. Her entire body seems to rock violently as she pushes down one last time, taking the entire length of the phallus inside her which pushes her straight to the edge. With her release, the man also comes to his end. Ropes of white cum erupt from his massive-sized cock, falling all over his partner’s breasts, face, and even hair.

On this floor, and on those stages, only limited body contacts are allowed during the event, unless special arrangements have been set in place between the members or partners involved. The same goes for the private rooms, according to the rules stated in your invitation, though there will be different rules applied for the exclusive members with access to those rooms, which fills you with more excitement, curious to see what other sexual exploit that the club has to offer.

Still, even without watching the pair performing any public sexual intercourse, the sight of them embracing their desire and release at the same time is already enough to get your body burning with clear desire, that you almost have to cling onto Jungkook as you watch the rest of their interaction on stage. Then, something seems to coil inside your stomach, a new feeling of warmth that mixes in with your desire when you watch the way the pair of lovers are looking at each other in the aftermath of their lewd act. Their gazes seem to share a deep secret while they pay no attention to the crowd around them. There is something else in their eyes as they exchange looks, something deeper and yet tender at the same time, and it seems to escalate as the man releases his tight grip on her hair and starts caressing her gently, as he wordlessly soothes his lover from her blissful high.

For a moment, you had thought that the connection they are displaying would put an end to their act, until you see the woman lifting her trembling fingers from the chair’s armrests and starts running them across her body, picking up the mess from her skin with the tip of her fingers before licking them all clean, never once looking away from her lover. It feels so intimate, so intense, and you can tell that her sly act is once again affecting her partner whose chest continues to rise and fall. Watching this, you begin to want the same, to experience the same connection with the man who is slowly pulling you back to him with his gentle, yet tantalising touch on the curve of your waist.

Without a word, Jungkook gently pulls you away from the scene. It takes some effort for you to get out of the fog that you have found yourself drowning in that you simply start clinging onto him further as he begins to guide you both to move across the room, to take the chance to enjoy other lewd scenes that are transpiring. Your mind is still hazy with the need to find relief as you walk past a couple of more stages, all filled with masked guests showing lewd scenes of sharing their desires and chasing their orgasms, either doing it solo or with partners, some even in small groups. But everything seems like a blur when your mind is still rallying from the last act that you had just witnessed.

Knowing this, Jungkook takes you by the hand to lead you away from the main ballroom and deeper into the mansion. The music continues to follow you as he guides you towards the hallway appearing on the other end of the room, though the resounding expressions of pleasure slowly fade with the more distance you put between you and the open stages, allowing you to take a deep breath and find a sense of calmness.

Unlike the other hallways that you have come across earlier, the room you are walking into appears more spacey, though it does take quite a while for you to reach the end where Jungkook pulls you to a stop. The path doesn’t seem to end there, however, as the long tunnel splits into two different directions from here. Just when you are wondering where to go, your eyes fall on a golden plaque which is placed on the wall in front of you.

Jungkook takes you to move and take a look closer at it. You can see clearly now that the plaque is made up of two arrows pointing at opposite sides of each other. Seeing the markings on each arrow, you can tell that the plaque is supposed to act as a signage to inform you where to go. The arrow pointing to your right is marked with an intricate drawing of a pair of eyes, with one of them wide open and the other drawn to appear closed shut as if to wink at its spectator. According to the information that you found in the invitation, this specific sign had meant to represent the act of voyeurism, one of the major themes for tonight’s event. The other arrow pointing to the left hallway is marked with an intricate drawing of a female hand, its delicate fingers are drawn as if to summon someone closer, the sign which represents the mutual masturbation theme that the event is holding, the other section of the club in which you and Jungkook had been a part of.

A gasp slips out of you when you feel Jungkook’s thumb moving in circles at the small of your back, and you turn to catch him looking down on you, his eyes filled with question. Once again, he is giving you the control to make the decision, for you to make the choice that will set the course of the night for the two of you. Giving him a smile, you recall telling him earlier that you had wanted to experience everything tonight. So just as he tilts his head, questioning you silently about what you want to do next, you gently pull his hand with you and turn your gaze to your right, indirectly pointing towards where you want to go.

A soft chuckle is heard from him. There is no doubt that your choice has amused him, even if he doesn’t seem too surprised by it. With his gentle hold on your hand, Jungkook guides you with him towards the right hallway, ready to join you in the new adventure that you are about to embark on.

The trip through the smaller hallway doesn’t take as long as the one that had led you here from the main ballroom. Deep down, you know that you have gone far deep into the mansion, making you wonder just how many other hallways such as this one that you can find inside this building, how many different rooms that they could lead you to, and how many other secrets that you may unfold if you ever have the chance to venture through each one.

After the short walk that is quiet yet filled with deep anticipation, you are met with a smaller version of the receptionist desk that you saw when you first arrived, placed a few feet away from the end of the hallway. Right on the wall behind it, you can see a pair of glass doors standing tall from the floor to the high ceiling above. Both doors appear to have the same intricate design on them as the one you saw downstairs in the main lobby. The doors are slightly smaller, but seeing them makes you think of them as the twin gateways opening to another realm, knowing that there would be a completely different setting waiting for you on the other side.

Standing behind the small counter is a male usher attending the section all by himself. Just like the other staff members that you have met, the man is wearing a mask covering half of his face. But unlike the others who had dressed formally for the event, the man only has his uniform vest covering his bare chest, without a sight of the buttoned-up shirt that the other ushers and attendants have been seen using.

The masked usher immediately looks up just as you and Jungkook walk closer, showing you his smile as he welcomes your arrival. “Good evening,” he greets you with a gentle voice, though it does sound a bit startling to hear him speak after having been silent for quite a while. “May I have a look at your invitation cards?”

Jungkook throws a quick glance at you before pulling out the invitation cards from the inner pockets of his suit. He says nothing as he hands the cards to the usher, who immediately runs them on the device he has on the counter. He finishes not too long after with a smile on his face and hands the cards back to Jungkook. He then proceeds in giving you both the instructions needed for this section.

“You have been confirmed to have access to the rooms of your choice anywhere within the mansion while the event is ongoing. This area will lead you to the Viewing Room. You can find the information about the room and all the detailed instructions that you are required to follow once you reach the doors behind me. Take your time to study the written rules that we have provided for you before going further. You are free to choose whichever room you are interested to visit and enjoy. As you continue, please remember to not interrupt the ongoing sessions.”

Not knowing if you are allowed to speak in return, you simply smile and nod at him to let him know that you understand his instructions. The usher proceeds with his duty, as he starts pressing a few buttons on his device which seems to unlock the doors behind him before he gestures for you to move along.

You follow Jungkook’s lead to walk closer towards the fancy doors. His gentle grip on your hand becomes the anchor that allows you to continue walking despite feeling as if you are floating above the ground, still stuck in the somewhat dreamy state that you have been in after experiencing the soiree in the ballroom. Once you are close enough, you find another golden plaque placed between the twin doors with texts inscribed on its surface, and you realise that this must be what the usher had meant about the rules that you would need to learn before entering.

Right at the top of the plaque is the name of the rooms that you are about to enter.

The Viewing Room.

The information written right beneath the cursive writing nearly trips your already heightened sense. Your imagination begins to run wild as your mind is suddenly open to all the possibilities that may happen beyond these walls.

Behind these doors are the private rooms which have been specifically set for this section, just like perhaps many others located in different corners of the mansion that you have yet to find which may also have different functions. Just as stated by the usher and the booklet that was sent to you by the club, only guests with special privileges may have access to them, something that both you and Jungkook had gained from the invitations you received from Jungkook’s sponsor.

Each of these doors is going to lead you to different sides of the room, each one with different purposes, yet it is mentioned that both rooms will still be connected directly to each other to serve their purpose. Looking over to the doors, you finally notice the different ornament designs that appear on the stained glass art, seemingly used to differentiate each room.

The door to your left is marked with a drawing of an opened eye, looking out from the top center of the glass door. The instruction tells you that this door would lead you to the room which would allow the attendees to watch an ongoing scene.

The door to your right is marked with a drawing of a closed eyelid, a complete opposite of the other one. This door is said to lead you towards the room that has been provided for the attendees to have their private sessions. Except that they wouldn’t be as private as what they may seem, as their actions would be available for the other attendees in the opposite room to watch and enjoy, though the players may not be able to look the other way towards the audience unless they are allowing it upon entering the room.

Before you can even start pondering about your options, Jungkook leans in, and you feel his warm breath falling on the nape of your neck when he slyly whispers, “To watch, or to act? Your choice.”

His question gives you some kind of reassurance. The fact that he always respects your decisions and he continues to consider your choices, putting your comfort and interest first in something that you are sharing and enjoying together has meant a lot to you. Though having his support still doesn’t necessarily mean that it would make it easy for you to make the decision.

Voyeurism, you wonder to yourself as your heartbeat starts to pick up, feeling as if you are dreaming. It had already intrigued you the first time you heard about this ‘sexual forte’ becoming a part of tonight’s event, though you hadn’t thought of actually getting involved in it when you first decided to come tonight. Not until earlier when the option was being laid out in front of you to take.

You may have had experiences in performing for others before, back when you allowed other club members to watch you pleasure yourself during the masturbation club sessions the couple of times you were there. But you have always been able to see your audience, to share the same space and get involved in it together, and you had always been able to see their reaction while you were indulging in the act filled with carnal desire.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see the other side while exposing yourself is undoubtedly the part that intrigues you the most, but it is also the part of this theme which scares you the most. You wonder if you are ready for that kind of thrill, should you choose to perform with Jungkook. The pulses of desire that you have been feeling are still present, even if it is slowly starting to subside in the moment of clarity, but you aren’t quite sure that finding relief with a lot of strangers or an entire room of intrigued audience deliberately watching you would be the right choice.

The decision to make isn’t one that you can take lightly. This is your first night of joining these events, after all, and this would be the first time that you are sharing such an intimate moment with a partner instead of going through it on your own.

A new rule has also been added to this section, as unlike in the other areas within the mansion, the players and the audiences are allowed to go a bit further. More direct physical contact and direct communication are allowed within the showing room while the audiences in the other room are free to make contact with their partners, though the limitations of direct communication still apply, and nothing more than the minimal contact that the club allows is permitted between the audience.

Even with the leniency added within this section, the rules strictly state that no sexual penetration is allowed. And it appears that not only is this rule applied in the showing room, but it is implemented in any area within the mansion that is available for the guests as long as tonight’s event is still ongoing.

Despite it all, this only means that anything could still happen beyond these doors. Even with the limitations, the possibility still seems endless. The only thing left to consider is how far are you willing to go, and where would you draw your limit while you are here, experiencing everything that the club has to offer.

Skimming through the rules one more time and reading the details of the rooms that you are about to enter, you picture yourself becoming a part of both options, trying to see which one of them that you could indulge in without feeling uncomfortable at all. After going through the soiree in the main ballroom, there is a need within you that is begging to be fulfilled and a dark desire that is asking to be unleashed, and your curiosity is allowing you to try anything that may help you find release.

But how much are you willing to share with the club tonight, knowing how different the scale of tonight’s event is compared to the sessions you have been in?

There is a sense of insecurity about exposing the intimate part of yourself after taking one too many steps further with Jungkook during your own personal time. You have been sharing those nights and the experiences privately with Jungkook without any audience around you for the past few months. Suddenly, going from those nights to sharing it with unseen strangers feels like a huge leap. But you still want to experience everything you possibly could, to get a closer look at what the club is all about and find out how you and Jungkook would fit with them.

Just like what you had promised him.

“I want to watch,” you whisper softly to him once you’ve made your decision, looking into his eyes to make sure that he can hear you perfectly through the muted music coming from the other rooms around you, while silently hoping that the usher wouldn’t be listening in. “I want to see what is happening in there before jumping into the main attraction myself.”

Jungkook smiles, and you can immediately tell that he wants exactly the same thing. The glimpse of relief that you briefly catch on from his gaze makes you think that he was secretly hoping to hear those words from you too. With his hand returning to your waist, he guides you towards the door on the left, where the drawing of the single eye looking back at you welcomes your arrival. He still has his hold on you as he opens the door, revealing a small foyer right on the other side, where a standing wall partition is placed as a barrier between you and the rest of the room. You are relieved to have that barrier shielding your entry, instead of having other guests and complete strangers noticing you as you come to join them.

Though perhaps the music that is blasting through the room would have covered your entrance just enough. The loud music that welcomes you upon entry catches you by surprise, as it is completely in contrast to what was going on right outside where every other sound was muted, but you adjust to it immediately as you walk past the partition and further into the room.

The room is kept in the dark, but you manage to see through it once you walk inside. Past the barrier, you find a small lounge with multiple semi-circle loveseats and high-back armchairs placed around the room, each seat is set apart from one another, all facing the glass wall standing on your right. With their shapes and the way they are placed in the room, each seat earns its own personal space, shielding the occupants from other guests or staff walking through the entrance foyer and from each other. Aside from the cozy seating sets, there are a few sets of standing tables placed near the wall at the far back, though there is no sight of high stool chairs to accompany them.

It takes a moment before your eyes are completely adjusted to the darker room inside to see more, and only then do you finally notice that a couple of the loveseats have been occupied, while there are a few masked attendees standing in the corners and behind the standing tables, mostly in pairs, all with their eyes facing the opposite side of the room which seems to have drawn their entire focus.

The beat of the music playing from the speakers drowns the sounds coming from around you that you nearly miss what is happening. But then Jungkook leads you to one of the empty standing tables in a dark corner and positions you in front of him, allowing you to get a clear view of the other side of the room where the glass wall is situated.

Right on the other side of the clear glass, you can see what seems to be the room behind the other door that you saw earlier. Despite being illuminated with nothing more but dim lighting, the space behind the glass appears slightly brighter than the room you are in, allowing you to see everything clearly.

Taking your time to look closer into that room, you can see that the space is separated into two different sections, differentiated by the furniture items that are set across from each other. On one side, there is a long loveseat that is wide enough to act like a sofa bed. The loveseat has been left unoccupied, yet your eyes are soon drawn towards the long table and shelves which are placed around it. Even from here, you can still see the various objects that the shelves and long table contain, things that you can identify as toys, sex tools, and other supplies that might be useful for a special playtime.

A sharp cry grabs your attention, pushing you to turn and look at the other side of the room. Unlike the nearly cozy-looking playroom across from it, this section of the room has a metal pole standing from floor to ceiling, much similar to the ones you saw on the stages earlier where multiple dancers were performing gracefully. Your body has been boiling with pure need even before you got here, so you quickly feel it rising intensely once again when you finally get a clear view of the scene that is unfolding right before your eyes.

Standing with her arms bound against the pole behind her back is a woman wearing a black and golden mask. Despite its colour, the mask seems a bit more simple, without any sight of ornaments or embroidered decorations on its sides the way you saw them on the other masks worn by official members. Restrained in a similar fashion to the shackled man that you had seen earlier on one of the public acts in the main ballroom, the woman appears vulnerable, though there is something beautiful in the way she is submitting to her desire. You can see it in her eyes, when even the mask that she is wearing is incapable of concealing her reaction—the gaze that appears hazy as she looks far ahead, her soft jawline that appears slack while her lips are parted ever so slightly, as if she is in the deep state of bliss and relief.

Is that how I look? —you silently wonder, trying to imagine yourself being in her place, to imagine how you would look whenever you are embracing your own pleasure.

With her arms pulled behind her back, her entire body is thrust forward, being put on display for you and all the other spectators to see. Wearing nothing else but the mask covering her face and the pair of heels on her feet, the only other things you see on her are the pair of clamps attached onto her nipples, both connected to each other by a small chain that dangles across her breasts as she slightly moves. Her hips tremble, and you can see a vibrator poking out of her pussy. Its subtle hum can be faintly heard from between her legs despite the music blasting around you. The fact that you can still hear it, adding the way her thighs are trembling fiercely—seemingly quivering at the same rhythm as the vibrator inside her—makes you wonder just how intense and how high the level of vibration that she is experiencing right now.

Another woman makes her appearance just then. Unlike her partner who is completely bare and exposed, she appears wearing a maroon corset dress that pushes her breasts up while the hem of the dress falls barely an inch beneath her buttocks. She wears a golden mask that matches the colour of the one that the other woman is wearing, though her mask appears to be embellished with an intricate decoration of butterfly wings on both sides.

Judging from the way she is dressed and the mask that she is wearing, and also the way she is carrying herself as she moves around her partner, it is quite obvious that she is the one running the show. Despite having heard about this act before, this would be the first time you are about to witness an act of dominance. Your eyes are completely drawn to them at this knowledge. Just like how you were entranced by the intimate interaction that you witnessed earlier before leaving the ballroom, something about this pair captivates you. The amount of trust that the sub must have given to her domme seems astonishing and you can sense the connection between them even when they have yet to start going further.

With delicate movements, the woman with the butterfly mask begins circling her bound-up partner slowly while watching carefully as the other continues to tremble in her place. There is a deep sense of fondness and affection that can be seen even from the way she is looking at her partner, a sense of pride that comes with her pleasure of seeing her sub giving complete control. She also appears to be keeping a close watch as if making sure that her sub isn’t having any trouble, though she also makes no move to reach out and touch her, opting to hover around, forcing the other to wait and anticipate her next move.

In your astonishment, you realise that you are beginning to feel the sub’s anticipation as if it becomes your own while you continue to watch, as you are waiting to see what is about to happen next. The air around you suddenly grows tense, while your body becomes even more sensitive to the touch, when your body shudders each time you brush against Jungkook or whenever he is leaning a bit too close.

“Do you think they know that we’re all here, watching them?” you turn to him to whisper this, hoping that your voice is drowned in the music so only he could hear.

With a smile on his face, Jungkook leans down so he could answer you with a whisper. “They won’t be able to see us, but I’m sure they know that there would be people here in this room, watching them act. I suppose that would be what they had expected to happen when they chose to enter that room,” he says, and his eyes begin to glimmer with mischief when he slowly adds, “Just like what Taehyung said, tonight is about sharing your pleasure with other people. And just like what we came to find when we first joined the club and what we both expected to find tonight, they would likely find the thrill of knowing that they have people watching every single thing they are doing, even if they can’t see us here or confirm that they actually have an audience.”

Deep down, you know all about the thrills of having someone watching you doing all the sinful things for the sake of pleasure. But being left guessing whether or not there are eyes watching or speculating how many people would be there to see, the idea seems even more thrilling now that you are watching them act. When the thought of being in that room to perform lewd acts had intimidated you earlier, it begins to excite you, causing your body to pulse around the same time you see them finally moving into action.

The masked domme stops walking around just then, and she makes a move to stand in front of her bounded partner before taking a few steps closer to her.

From then on, the scene begins to progress slowly.

Shifting from her original place, she positions her body to stand slightly to the side, as if she is deliberately making it easier for everyone to see what she is doing. It feels like she is performing not only for the sake of her partner’s pleasure but also for everyone else’s enjoyment when she moves her delicate fingers, reaching out to give a light pull on the small chain hanging across her sub’s breasts. A strained gasp is drawn from the latter from the sudden pain. Even if you cannot hear her voice clearly, you can almost hear it inside your head when her mouth falls open in her shock and pleasure.

The pull doesn’t seem strong enough to release the clamps from their tight bites, as they are still locked in place, though it still draws the reaction that the woman is searching for from her submissive partner. She continues to run her fingers along the chain, slightly lifting it up while she reaches down with her other hand to touch between her sub’s legs. You watch with hazy focus as she plays with her partner’s clit, one of the few kinds of physical connection which is still allowed by the club’s rules in order to help her partner reach her climax. Your gaze snaps up from her fingers just as she lifts another end of the chain, and only then do you finally notice the third clamp, hanging down low enough to reach her partner’s soaking pussy, a small chain attaching it to the other two clamps that are still clasping on her abused nipples with a tight grip.

With wide eyes, you take a deep breath as you soon realise what is about to happen.

The masked domme takes her time, taking things slowly as she continues tweaking her partner’s clit, stimulating it and making her wiggle against her restraints as she rolls her fingers through her folds and around the rosebud. Once her partner seems lost in pleasure, she finally moves on to the next step, taking the last clamp and attaching it onto her sub’s swollen clit. This time, the complete shock that rakes through her allows her voice to break through the music sounding around you. The contact draws out her scream as she fights against the restraint. The fight only lasts for a short while, however, when the domme’s touch on her partner’s skin seems to help her to slowly give in to the moment, for her to embrace the pain.

The entire scene feels intense, and you find it hard to look away. Watching the scene and imagining what she might be feeling, to imagine experiencing the pain and finding pleasure out of it sends a bolt of electricity down your body. It leaves you tingling, your core pulsing and every part of your body starts throbbing right where you imagine those clamps would be.

Your own partner soon reminds you of his presence as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you back, pressing you tightly against his front so you can feel his heart beating rapidly and his warm breath falling on your hair as he watches the same scene in his astonishment. You can feel his erection not-so-subtly pressing against your backside, making your heart race faster and your knees grow weaker that you almost begin to quiver against him.

Though it seems like something else is beginning to take over you as well when you notice that you are slightly moving.

To your vivid imagination, your body has started to react accordingly without you having the chance to stop it. With each throb that you feel, your body twitches, and your hips sway backwards against Jungkook as if searching for leverage. Just as you incidentally start rubbing against his covered bulge, a moan slips out of you, snapping you out of it right before you get pulled too far into your need, and you stop yourself with a gasp.

You give a quick glance as subtly as you can to the nearest seats, hoping that nobody had caught up with your reaction. Though you have no doubt that Jungkook has noticed it, when he has his hands resting on your waist, holding you back and stopping you from pulling away. “Did they set up the music so loud to drown our voices?” you whisper to him as he bends lower, pressing his face against your cheek so he could hear the sound of your voice.

“Maybe it’s being set that way so they won’t be able to hear us from their side of the room. I suppose it would also help them get into the perfect headspace that they would have needed if they are listening to the same thing too, and forget the fact that there are other people on the other side of that glass,” he answers you with a whisper after chuckling softly, as if he knows that you are trying to cover your slip up. But then he nips at your earlobe teasingly, causing your body to shudder against him, and your skin grows warmer when he says, “Or maybe it’s for everyone in this room, so we won’t be able to hear each other.”

Jungkook’s cryptic words take time to sink in, as your mind has grown too hazy to focus. But then you begin to realise what he was trying to say, that he wasn’t specifically talking about the two of you or how your reaction may have gotten too noisy to attract attention. Slowly, you begin to realise that he was talking about everyone else.

Blinking your eyes, you turn your gaze away from the scene. The move is enough to finally snap your entire focus and you start noticing your surroundings, to finally be able to distinguish the muted sounds of hums and moans hidden behind the loud music, and that they are coming from somewhere much closer than you had thought.

Following the source of the sounds you are hearing, your eyes are drawn to the nearest occupied loveseats and the standing table a few feet away from you. The room is dark enough to hide their faces, and the high-back seats are barely enough to completely shield their bodies from your sight. But it takes no time for your eyes to re-adjust to the dark, to notice the shadowy figures in the room and the subtle movements that they are making as the lewd scene on the other side of the glass wall continues to progress.

The female guest on the nearest loveseat has her head tilted back and her chest rising and falling while her male partner bends over her, his face pressing against her neck. The shudders that are running through her are visible as she takes a deep breath, while you can guess what he is doing to her when you see the indistinct jerks that his shoulder and elbow are making beside her.

Another female guest standing behind the nearest high table seems to be swaying on her feet. Her hips are rocking in small, yet steady motions, pressing back against her male partner who still has his eyes on the scene before him. Then you notice a solo male guest sitting on a high-back armchair at the far corner of the room which is still visible from your viewpoint. While the armrests of his seat are able to cover half of his body and limbs, there is an unmistakable tremble rocking through his body. You can faintly see his heavy breathing as he slightly jerks in place, a sign that he isn’t remaining idle in his seat.

To your surprise, seeing their reaction and knowing that you are not the only one getting immediately affected only turns you on further. Turning back to the glass wall to watch the remaining scene, you press backwards against Jungkook, slightly lifting your hips up just so you can somehow come close to ease the pulses forming within your core. You can feel Jungkook’s chest quivering behind you as he releases a startled gasp, though he is quick to respond to you by placing his hands on your hips, holding you still and positioning you until you are settled in perfectly against him, where his covered hard-on is resting perfectly against the crack of your bottom.

Despite his action, you already have your focus back on the scene before you, immediately finding the masked domme moving actively in the room.

And you notice that she isn’t done with her sexual exploit just yet.

While you were stealing a chance to converse with Jungkook and taking in the scenes happening around you, she had slipped away to the table where the supplies had been set up, and she has now returned to her partner with a bright-coloured feather in her hand. Using the feather, she begins teasing her sub by circling its delicate tip around the clamps, starting from her breasts, down to her naked torso, before reaching down to her mounds below. The delicate touch of the feather seems to be causing her bound partner to start writhing against the pole and the restraint keeping her in place. Every move that her body makes is showing you that she is begging for relief. Yet her domme is showing no sign to rush forward to the next step anytime soon, when she only discards the feather to reach down, and begins playing with the vibrator by stroking in and out of the helpless sub’s pussy.

The cries that are now echoing from the showing room are no longer drowned as the masked sub is overcome with pleasure. You suppress a moan when the strokes continue, and when you see her body rocking violently as the vibrator seems to reach its deepest target, hitting her sweet spot that has her wailing in her pleasure. The muted moan still slips out of you in the end as you rock your hips against Jungkook’s crotch, his hands on your hips becoming the anchor that holds you up and keeps you from moving too hard, and then another moan escapes you when you can clearly see the telltale signs of her climax.

For a brief moment, you expect to see her being pushed to reach the end. But instead of proceeding, the masked domme halts every movement. She pulls her hand away, keeping the vibrator buried deep in her partner’s abused pussy. You can only imagine what the poor sub is going through at the moment, as you watch how her mouth falls open, her silent plea for release fades under the beat of the music.

A slow smile appears beneath the domme’s mask as she watches her partner tethering on the edge. You watch her lean down, whispering something to her partner’s ear while tracing her fingers on the tip of the vibrator.

Just then, you watch her pulling the clamp that has been biting the sub’s clit until it falls over, drawing out her cries. You barely have a moment to hold down your shocked gasp when you can faintly hear the humming sound of the vibrator inside her growing louder. An indisputable sound comes from between her legs just as you watch her body trembles, reaching you despite the loud music and the voices that are also beginning to grow louder around you, and your knees grow weak when you once again find yourself imagining being in her place. Your skin feels tight and the tingles that you have been feeling seem to escalate further, and it feels as if you are burning from the inside, when the heated area between your legs keeps pulsing and throbbing with every rock of her hips, as if you are the one indulging in the act of lust with everyone in the room with Jungkook assisting you.

“Are you feeling hot, baby?” he asks you in a soft whisper, with his lips brushing against your earlobe and his fingers running down your arms. Your whole body shudders to his touch. At this point, you are nothing more than a giant nerve ending ready to explode, but you hold back as much as you can just like what the naked sub is doing now.

“Are you feeling horny? Are you dripping wet from watching her trying to fight her own climax?” he asks again when you fail to answer him. Words seem to fail you when you are feeling so high, as if her rise to reach for climax has become yours and you are the one slowly unravelling and losing control.

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly when you finally manage to find your voice. A low chuckle rumbles from Jungkook’s chest as he leans in, his lips finding refuge in the nape of your neck as he hums.

“Are you picturing yourself in her place, baby?” he asks you, seeing how you are reacting to the scene before you. There is a hint of amusement in his voice, but there is also a glimmer of his own desire which you can hear in his voice as he whispers to you once more, “Would you want that, surrender your pleasure to someone else?”

To your surprise, and perhaps to his as well, the answer slips right out of you so quickly. “I would—I’d do it if it’s for you.”

As if your words become a spell, Jungkook pulls back slightly. His body grows still for a moment, while his eyes appear dilated as he looks at you. A slow smile grows on his face, and then he brushes his lips against your earlobe, causing you to shiver against him when he whispers, “I’ll remember that,” then kissing the skin on the nape of your neck right after. Then he tightens his hold on you to turn you back to the front, guiding you to put your attention back on the scene right when it reaches its climax. “Keep watching, baby. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”

Through your eyes, you see the bound woman rocking her hips, even when you still notice her holding on as best as she possibly could as she unmercifully comes to the edge. It almost seems as if she is completely entranced, however, that her body is reacting to her incoming release without her even realising it.

Your head is spinning, as your imagination once again takes you there, right in her place. Just like her, your own body begins to move on its own, and it is starting to tremble with how much you need to come. You squeeze the arm that Jungkook has around your waist, relieved to have him to cling onto when your body starts shaking harder. Before you can pull yourself together and clear your head, you watch how the masked domme speaks out her command, a bit more loudly for everyone to hear this time instead of just as a whisper when she says, “Cum.”

With that magical word, her partner finally let herself go, her hips begin rocking harder when she gives in to the waves of orgasm that are no doubt taking over her. The sight sends you spinning right towards the edge, and the desperate need for your own climax overcomes you that you swear it would only take one touch for you to explode. The trembles in your body grow more intense when you realise just how close you are to getting there. It becomes too much for you to handle that you are losing strength on your weakened knees and you cling onto Jungkook harder to stop yourself from falling.

Once again, you are relieved to have him as an anchor, because his arm that is still holding you tightly to him becomes the one holding you up when you watch the masked domme finishes up her act by pulling at the chain hanging across her partner’s breasts, giving a stern tug on them which releases the rest of the clamps one at a time, sending her beautiful partner into a final, blissful height.

She comes with a loud scream that echoes from their room, past the glass wall and into the room where you are watching them from. You can hear her voice so clearly despite all the voices around you and the loud beat of the music, and you can feel it piercing through your body, almost pushing you to reach your own without even a single touch. You feel as if you are floating so high with your desire reaching its highest peak.

It should be sending you to a dreamy bliss, yet you can still feel it when Jungkook suddenly begins to move, when the arm that has been holding you against him tightens with a possessive hold. Then your senses become more alert when his other hand starts creeping down your body, brushing against the curves of your waist and hips before it slowly makes its way down, all the way to your pulsing center.

Your breath catches as you begin to realise what he is up to and your heartbeat races wildly in your chest as you feel his hand reaching lower, and lower, and—

—Jungkook—

There are really no words to explain what I am currently feeling.

One thing for sure is that I have never experienced something as exhilarating as what I have been through tonight. There was not a moment where I didn’t find myself feeling astounded and amused, and it was quite surprising to find that never once had I felt any aversion towards the scenes happening around me, nor did I ever feel so out of place.

As I continued roaming through the event, witnessing all the public displays of sexual exploitation, I began to understand everything a bit more. About the club, the pleasure that they offer, and mostly about the safe space that they provided for everyone who comes searching for it. And I could finally see the magic that this place had created from having a closer look at the people who are here tonight, embracing their true selves without any inhibitions and enjoying their freedom without having to worry about the outside world.

It has woken up something inside me that I had never known existed. Every reservation that I have had for this club before seems to fly out the window when I realise how different my life had become ever since I came to be a part of this club. How they have given new colours into my life.

But most importantly, how they have given me the chance to meet her, to allow me to find someone who understands my needs and has given my life a new meaning.

And the best part of it is having her here with me. To be sharing this experience together with her and knowing that I have found someone who is searching for something similar to what my soul has been seeking only amplifies the whole sensation I was engaging. Her presence makes all the difference in opening my eyes to this moment, and there is nothing sexier than watching her reaction to everything that we had witnessed, to watch her response to the scenes that were unfolding around us.

It has always astonished me how she can always be so open, how she would always have a clear expression that could easily help me understand what she is feeling, and could sometimes help me guess what is going through her mind. The way she has been so open to the things that we have encountered so far isn’t too surprising. Her curiosity and the deep interest that she has in the event have been the force that helps drive the two of us to continue learning, to try and embrace the uncharted territory that we are currently in, and it was also what had led us both here, engaging with yet another part of the club that is completely new for the both of us.

During the entire time we are together, never once I had taken my attention away from my own partner.

The sight of her getting completely enamoured at the scenes we saw in the main ballroom was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The desire in her eyes was so clear, dancing wildly like a flame as she watched everything with rapt attention. The way she nearly unravelled when we both made a stop at the last public stage, watching the pair of lovers exchanging their wanton needs in such an intimate way, had me close to holding her tightly in my arms. I have no clue if the urge had simply come from my desire to let her freely embrace her pleasure, or if I wanted to hide her from the prying eyes coming from around us.

Even as I continuously kept my eyes on her, I never failed to notice all the gazes that kept following us. Following her. It was quite obvious that I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the alluring way she was showing while indulging in the event, when her desire was shown as clear as day even in the dark, dimly lighted room. And never once had she noticed how captivating she was in her reactions as she was standing right in the middle of so many people exchanging their desire so openly with one another. Not only had she drawn other people’s attention, but she was also drawing their interest, no doubt wondering the same thing as I was—what kind of expression would she be showing if she was up there, embracing her pleasure in front of so many people? What kind of sound would she be making when that happens?

The way she reached out to me, seeking out for my touch during the entire thing had given me a sense of pride. Knowing that she was there with me, and that I was the one who got to hold her while she was quivering with the sensation rushing through her had made me realise just how lucky I have been to be chosen by her. And I love the sensation that I felt from touching her, when every single contact we made was more than enough to allow me to feel everything that she was feeling. Ever since then, I simply gave in to the moment, embracing the experience while giving her the complete freedom to pick the course for both of us.

Until we finally found our way into this room.

Watching the entire scene unfolding before us had affected me so badly, but it was her reaction to everything which has escalated it entirely. I had to hold back the best I could from going over the edge when I felt her body trembling with need, and how every shudder coming out of her body kept arousing my own desire.

As the scene continues towards its climax, her body seems to be taken over by her senses and needs that she doesn’t realise it when her body begins to react on its own. The first moment she begins grinding me almost sends me to the edge, but I do my best to hold it together. In turn, I focus on her. Judging from her heavy breathing and the tension rolling through her body, I know that at this point, she is already so close to plunging over the edge.

All she needs is a little push.

“Are you feeling horny? Are you dripping wet from watching her trying to fight her own climax?” I whisper to her, drawing her attention back to me when she seems so lost in the moment.

“Yes,” she whispers back to me, her voice shaking as she takes a deep breath. She hasn’t noticed that her fingers are sinking into my arm.

“Are you picturing yourself in her place, baby?” I ask her again when I notice how every sway of her body seems to match the bound player before us who keeps trembling intensely against the pole, struggling in her fight to hold back from coming to her climax without her domme’s permission. Taking a deep breath, I hold myself together the best I can so my voice wouldn’t shake when I ask her, “Would you want that, surrender your pleasure to someone else?”

She gasps a little before answering, “I would—I’d do it if it’s for you.”

Her direct answer takes the air right out of my chest, and my body burns hot just thinking about her, about us, taking place in the other room. Gritting my teeth, I fight the urge to kiss her and guide her to focus on the scene. “Keep watching, baby. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”

As she continues watching, the shudders rushing through her body grow immensely. From her back, I can feel her rapid heartbeat and her ragged breathing. As I glance down at her face, I can see the familiar light coming out of her eyes. The more she is drawn into the scene, the clearer the desire in her eyes becomes.

“Are you wet down there, baby? Is your pussy throbbing when you’re watching her cum?” I ask her as her body trembles against me. I pull her back to me, grunting in pain when her bottom is pressing on my hard-on. I suck a deep breath to stop myself from rocking against her, though I make no move to stop her from doing so to me. “Do you want to feel it too?”

I’m not sure if she can hear me questioning her. She seems so lost in the moment. As if a fog has covered her senses, and she is letting it take control of her body as she continues to rub her legs together while pushing back to me. I choose not to wait to hear her answer as I reach down, my hand travelling down her body, growing much lower than her rocking hips. It doesn’t take long for me to find the hem of her dress. With a sigh of relief, I am pleased with her decision to pick something short and tight, making it easy for me to pull the hem upward and slip my fingers underneath the fabric. The fact that the hem of her dress has risen up without her realising it while she was grinding her hips against my cock seems to be a blessing in disguise.

Even the heels that she is wearing tonight have been adequate, as they have given her enough height to make it easier for me to reach down even while we are both standing. The high table is enough to hide what I am doing from the other guests using this room, as I pull my hand back up, until the tips of my fingers reach the thin layer of fabric covering her hot pussy.

I feel her shudder and her hips twitch as I brush gently across her covered folds. The silky fabric has grown damp, soaked completely by her arousal, and it draws a smile to my face knowing how badly she had been affected by the show that we are witnessing together. I keep rubbing her folds from over her panties, quickly finding her covered slit before my finger comes in contact with what seems to be her clit. Her breathing grows more ragged as I keep on touching her, shuddering with each intake of breath as she tries to hold back. I don’t waste my time and find the edges of her panties, pushing them aside so I could slide my fingers in to find her skin.

Just as expected, I find her completely wet, her slickness dripping out of her further when I rub my fingers across her sensitive skin. I could almost smell it, the intoxicating scent that I have always enjoyed tasting on my tongue, and I could feel the familiar pulse welcoming me as I slowly slide my fingers between her folds.

I wanted to tease her, to put her on the edge for a little while longer until she detonates under my touch. But a quick look back at the showing room next door lets me know that we don’t have that much time left, when I can see that the pair or lovers are in the middle of finishing up their act, with the dominant partner gently caring her sub to help her come down from what had been the most intense climax I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes.

My own partner has her eyes nearly closed. Her body flinches briefly when my fingers come in contact with her swollen clit. The slickness that has been building up from her pussy is making it easy for me to move my fingers up and down her slit, back and forth, grazing against her wet entrance and her clit until she begins shaking against me.

She sways on her legs when I lightly press my fingers on her clit again, so I tighten my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling and gaining attention from the other guests around us. Once I have her steadied against my chest, I continue what I was doing, and move my fingers to find her wet opening.

“So wet…,” I whisper to her as I slowly slide my fingers into her pussy. Her pussy pulses around me from being impaled by my fingers, but she makes no move to push me away or stop me. She still has her eyes on the other room, yet her body welcomes me. Her hips are lifted as if she is trying to give me the right angle to push deeper, which is exactly what I do next. Yet it doesn’t stop me from taunting her when her glossy eyes are still directed at the lovely couple before us.

I turn to look at them again, seeing exactly what she is watching. The woman with the butterfly wings mask, the domme, has released the bind that had restrained her partner onto the pole, and she is now leaning down to kiss every mark left behind on her partner’s wrists, soothing them from pain. The act seems so intimate, something that I know would entice ____ even more, just the same way it did to her with the scene that we had witnessed back in the main ballroom.

“Do you like watching them?”

A soft hum and a sigh are all I am getting from her. “Hmm—”

“Answer me, baby. Tell me what you like,” I ask her again. I lean down to start kissing the side of her neck this time, all while I begin moving my fingers in and out of her. I keep the movement slow and subtle, not enough to startle her or draw a big reaction from her but enough to cause her muscles to start fluttering around me, clenching and pulsing more intensely as I carry on.

“Yes, I like it. I like to watch,” she breathlessly says, her voice so thin that I could barely hear her. But I can feel the quiver coming out of her chest as she sucks a deep breath, finally realising that my intruding has escalated into the next step as I press deeper into her, pushing just a tad bit harder each time I come in, and enjoying the wonderful feeling of her arousal leaking out and coating my fingers in every thrust.

“Hmm, I can tell. You’re soaking, baby. And you’re so tight,” I whisper to her. Once again, her pussy walls pulse and clench into me. From the corner of my eyes, I watch the domme behind the glass gently covering her partner with a silky robe, leaving it open instead of covering the tender skin of her breasts with the fabric. Unsurprisingly, the loving gesture seems to trigger ____, as she sways into me, pushing down into my fingers with her hands clutching tightly on my arm to hold on. “Do you want to cum? Are you close?”

She gasps, and her pussy tightens around me. I pull my fingers gently back out before thrusting them back in, pushing all the way in until I draw another gasp from her. And then her entire body grows tight when I move my thumb to give her swollen clit a light brush. “Yes, Jungkook. I’d love to cum,” she says, nearly whining. Keeping a tight grip on my forearm, she begins moving her hips subtly. It seems as if her body is reacting without her control, as he humps against me, sliding down to meet each thrust of my hand inside her then coming back to rub against my cock. At this point, she is not the only one who is high-strung with need, when I can feel my own need for climax rising slowly as she keeps humping against me.

“Such a sweet one. You are always so polite and so sweet,” I whisper to her while gritting my teeth. I try to distract myself and focus on her, keeping my lips pressed on her skin to ignore the rush of blood gathering along the length of my cock. My pants feel so tight with how hard I’ve become. My body is burning hot that I feel like I can burst open. But I want her to find her pleasure first. I want to watch her unravel, and I want to be the one to give it to her first.

Soon, her breathing starts to pick up, and I can feel her growing wetter and tighter, and the steady pulse inside her keeps growing more intense. Another gasp comes out of her as her muscles flutter around me, the sign of her orgasm coming to her so fiercely. I watch the scene in front of us, waiting for the right moment to send her over the edge. I know that she is holding out for me, and she wouldn’t let herself go until I let her.

As if we were the players in the other room, and she had been the restrained partner and I was the one running the show, guiding her to embrace her pleasure.

My eyes turn to follow her gaze, and while I continue fucking her with my fingers, we watch together as the female dom leans down, capturing her partner’s abused nipple into her mouth, sending the latter shaking in her hold as she embraces her final climax. As I watch her head falls back, I feel _____’s head falling back against my shoulder, and that is when I push her over the edge that she has been so desperately clinging onto.

“Let go, baby. Cum around my fingers. Let me feel it,” I whisper to her as I push my fingers against the source of her pulse, and she erupts beautifully with a muffled cry.

Seems like, in her pleasure, she has forgotten to control her reaction, forgetting that we are still surrounded by strangers. Perhaps she is too lost in her orgasm that she just loses control, and the sound of cries that she makes nearly penetrates through the loud music still playing across the room. Thankfully, everyone around us seems preoccupied with their own acts to notice her voice, or the way she is riding my hand behind the table. A few moans can be heard from close by, indicating that she is not the only one embracing her pleasure in the middle of the scene.

But the other people in the room don’t matter to me. The only one that matters at this moment is her, and I simply keep my attention on her. The sight of her embracing her climax has always been a marvellous thing to witness. The way she simply succumbs to the waves running through her body, how free she looks as she gives in to her wanton needs. As I continue moving my fingers in and out of her, slowing down its pace little by little until I can feel the pulses pressing against me subsiding, her hips continue to rock against me as she rides through her orgasm.

My own desire remains unleashed, and my cock is still rock hard in my pants that I feel so incredibly tight down there. Every time she brushes against me, she puts me so much closer to my impending release. She isn’t the only one who has been feeling so high-strung with pent-up desire, but I try to hold on, wanting to share it with her the way she is now sharing her glorious climax with me.

Soon, I remind myself, as I continue to admire my beautiful partner, as the serene look I am seeing on her face tramples everything else that we are experiencing tonight. I wait until all the trembles and shudders in her body begin to wind down before I finally stop myself, giving her a break right before another flutter appears inside her when I try to pull my fingers away from her depth.

“Was it enough, baby? Or do you want more?” I ask her as she slowly settles against me, her body slowly growing lax in my arm. Yet I still have my fingers buried deep inside her, snug against the very same spot that had set her off. The spasms of her climax are beginning to tone down, but the way her muscles are clenching around me seems to show me that her body still holds the flame of her desire, one that might have been building up since we first arrived in this place and is barely suppressed completely even after her release.

The soft moan that she makes, followed by the gentle pulse her pussy gives me as I keep pressing at that spot inside her becomes the answer that I need. I pull my fingers out of her, snapping her out of her fog. That is when she turns to me, burying her face into my neck as she rides the last shudder that her body makes. I feel her warm breath on my skin before she nods.

Yes. More.

“Should we go back out there and take the stage?” I tease her while I slowly raise my hand, ready to taste her. She opens her eyes, watching silently as I move my hand up as if she is entranced by the act. But as I gently tug the hem of her dress back down with my other hand to help her fix her appearance before we can find the chance to slip out of this room, her eyes light up, and my offer belatedly sinks in.

She looks up at me, surprised, then quickly shakes her head. “Alright, then. A room, then? Should we take one of the vacant showing rooms, or should we find a private room and have a moment for the two of us the way you wanted it to?”

I keep my eyes on her as I bring my hand up to my lips, each finger still coated with her release. I am ready to finally have a taste of her essence when she stops me. “The private room, please,” she answers as brings my hand to her lips. Once again, her gaze comes up to meet mine and my breath instantly stops. She opens her lips and starts licking my fingers, tasting herself. “I’m not sharing you with anybody else. Not tonight. I only want to cum for you.”

Holding back a sigh of relief, I only give her a smile, hiding the fact that not only did her words spark up my pride, but she had also brought my cock back to life that it starts throbbing against my tight pants. “Good. I have no intentions of sharing you with others as well,” I whisper to her before leaning in to capture her lips, stealing a chaste kiss before anyone would caught us.

The moment I pull away, she seems shocked. Though I am not too sure if it had been the kiss or my confession which surprised her.

But I meant everything that I said to her about keeping her solely to myself. Out of nowhere, I feel a hint of jealousy when I imagine her being put on display. I don’t normally feel possessive over something or anyone that I am with, but there is a sense of greed that I am feeling about keeping her pleasure to myself.

We take a brief moment to make sure that we are presentable before finally making a move. With her hand in mine, we turn to find our way out of the Viewing Room.

My heartbeat begins to race again as she slides closer to my side. Excitement and anticipation come rolling through me as we embark on another adventure together, both of us determined to make this magical night worthwhile and indulge the best way we can until the end.

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My Bestie’s A Genius | Shuri Headcanon

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Being the child of Tony Stark, having a genius level IQ, and best friends with Princess Shuri of Wakanda would look like:

Okay so believe it or not you two became friends through social media and were literally anonymous mutuals for some time. I’m talking you both either were on Tumblr of all places or had secret instagram accounts that only followed select individuals. You were already a semi-public figure with close to a million followers, but had a secret account dedicated for snooping people you admired. For Shuri, Wakanda kept their way of life private so she had an anonymous page where she showcased her creations that did not involve vibranium or labeled it as a different metal to throw people off.

Both of you knew the other was a genius which is what started the friendship in the first place. You had followed Shuri’s private page and she followed your public one but it wasn’t until you slid in her dms to compliment a deign she posted that you two began talking.

Shuri had let you know from the beginning that she loved to build tech, while you focused on the field of Quantum physics. That’s what your private instagram was mostly used, but you kept any information linking back to you secret. Mostly you talked about the science and offered advice to people seeking education/work in STEM.

Both of you enjoyed the anonymity without the pressure of the outside world. it gave you some peace of mind being able to confide without judgment for who your father was. And for Shuri, she wasn’t looked at as just a princess of a nation. You both admired each other’s intelligence and wit.

It wasn’t until you both skipped on some personal details when messaging each other that you guys were like “wait, are you….who I think you are.”

Of course you two knew of each other and were the same age, but had yet to formally meet after the chaos of recent years. The whole Accords thing brought a lot of changes to both of your lives being that Shuri lost her father and you witnessed the break down of the Avengers who were like a second family to you.

The first FaceTime call you guys had was wild. Shuri, mindful of what you saw around her, couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured out who you were after you said your ‘family’ was in the public eye a lot because of what they did. Not to mention you said your father went to MIT & owned a large company that your grandfather founded.

“I’m surprised it took so long for us to finally meet. I’ve been following your personal page for years and was fascinated when you manipulated quantum energy for one of your prototypes.” “Same goes for you, Shuri. I’ve been a fan of your page since you created it! Did you really develop your own A.I system when you were fourteen? That’s so freakin cool.”

You guys continued to talk for months and soon your friendship blossomed with you guys texting nearly every other day. You talked school, work, ranted about people who annoyed you and romantic interests you were involved in. “Finding a suitor is the least of my concern nowadays. I just want to spend the hours in my lab where my devices don’t talk back to me.” “Ain’t that the truth. Romance is exhausting.”

“How was the banquet last night?” “Boring as always. Just a bunch of fancy people in suits and gowns who continue to look down on me cause I’m younger though I have more accomplishments than they could dream of.”

“Did you complete that update you were telling me about?” “Yes and I’m so pleased with how it turned out. I had to remind my brother again that just because something works doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Eventually you two considered the other your best friend. For two years you maintained contact and when you developed the hologram system to be long range with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y, you were able to project the other to y’all’s location. “Holy shit! This is amazing!”

You guys give each other advice, gossip on the latest celebrity drama, pick out outfits whenever you have an event and share ideas about designs.

There were future plans for you two to meet in person, with Shuri hoping to travel to Boston where you attended school MIT after graduation high school early. But to both of your surprise, you ended up in Wakanda with Steve, Bruce, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha after your father went missing following a fight with aliens sent by Thanos. When you got the news you raced to Avengers compound where you met up the the others.

Steve was hesitant to let you come, but when it was revealed where they were going you said, “I can help. Trust me, both Shuri and I can figure something out.” Everyone became confused with Rhodey going, “How is it you know the princess of Wakanda?” “She’s my bestie. A genius one at that.”

The second you stepped into the lab Shuri squealed, ignoring the array of looks you two were receiving as she pulled you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “Eh, though I’d surprise you.” T’challa looked between the two of you, before raising his brows to his sister for an answer. “You two know each other?” “I told you, brother, my bestie’s a genius.”

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Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 13: I Wanna Be With You

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago. 

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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A reunion

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self-depreciation, Neglectful Parenting, Suggestive Themes, Mutual Pining, Hurt-Comfort, Found Family

WC: 3245 words. AO3 Link Here

A/N: New working computer is finally here and I can actually be productive again! I can also finally play A:FoP, and have been doing so lol. At this point, its safe enough to say this fic follows a uh, different TAP facility, not the same one in game. Either way, I am still working on this, even if updates are slow.

Also thank you so much to everyone liking and reblogging my art! I really appreciate the support!

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The sky was a dull grey as Neteyam sat with his siblings and Metkayina friends on the beach, finally finished with their chores. Tsireya warned them from swimming out too far, the storm brewing on the horizon making the waters currents unpredictable. Tenak had left in the early hours of the morning, just as the first rays of light peaked from behind the evening's eclipse, promising to return with Anthe and Spider as soon as he found them. If he even could. 

Neteyam did his best to stay upbeat, rough housing with Lo’ak and Ao’nung as if the previous day's events hadn’t shaken him. As if the photo of Anthe wasn’t burning a hole in his pouch pocket at his side. Kiri still watched him with poorly hidden concern, but for the most part, Neteyam was able to tamp down the lingering ache in his chest. It was getting well into the afternoon now, the fog previously lingering on the darkening horizon, now slowly crawling towards the village. A light mist was settling round the group, humid air sticking to Neteyam’s skin. It was only a matter of time before the rain started.

“{What’s that?}” Tuk asked, pointing out to the horizon. A dark shape was emerging from the fog in the distance. Neteyam stood, squinting as he tried to make out the shape quickly approaching the shoreline. As it got close he could see it was a purple Ikran, its rider crouched low in their saddle, obscured from view. It flew adjacent to them, the rider either not noticing, or avoiding the group below.

“{Who’s Ikran is that? Did Tenak come back already?}” Kiri looked between Neteyam and Lo’ak, as a sudden tension overcame the group, made worse by the heavy air.

“{No, his mount was yellow…}” Lo’ak murmured, coming to stand next to Neteyam as they watched the stranger land some yards down the beach. 

“{More friends of yours, forest boy?}” Ao’nung joked, but the young man was visibly tense as he flanked Neteyam’s other side, hand poised on his knife defensively. Kiri and Tsireya pulled Tuk behind them, watching warily as the boys set a line of defense. This was exactly the sort of thing Neteyam’s father had been worried about when Tenak arrived, that their location would be compromised.

“{Who is it? I can’t see!}” Tuk whined, trying to peer around Kiri as the older girl held their sister back. Neteyam kept his eyes forward, hand on his blade as they watched the stranger dismount. A large back shape was strapped to their back, swinging as they hopped onto the sandy shore. The Ikran chirped, rustling anxiously as its rider seemed to sooth it, their back still to the group of young Na’vi. A twinge of something familiar tugged at Neteyam’s gut, but he ignored it, not wanting to risk being wrong.

“{Kiri, Tsireya, take Tuk home. Tell mom and dad what's happening.}” Neteyam ordered. His first priority needed to be protecting his family.

“{No! I want to stay!}” Tuk was arguing, though she still clung to Kiri’s legs for safety. “{Dad says we have to stick together!}”

“{Tuk-}”

“Holy shit.” Lo’ak’s sudden use of English cutting off whatever Neteyam was about to say, pulling his focus back to the stranger now approaching the group. “{Is that…?}”

A strange awestruck expression crossed Lo’ak’s face, his eyes glued to the figure in the distance. They were Na’vi as far as he could tell, dressed in a tight black top and bottoms not dissimilar to the Metkayina style, and hair tied back in one long and messy braid. Their stride was at first slow, cautious even, and then they were running, the weapon on their back discarded into the sand, tripping over their own feet in their effort. Ao’nung tensed beside Neteyam, the Metkayina man letting out a low warning growl, but Lo’ak rushed to block him. 

“{Wait- Stop!}” Lo’ak was pushing Ao’nung back, but Neteyam was frozen, half convinced his grief-addled mind was just playing tricks on him.

“{Neteyam!}” A familiar voice, calling out to him.

Neteyam’s body was moving before he even fully registered what was happening, the world around him dropping away as he ran full sprint towards Anthe. 

They crashed into each other with such force that it nearly knocked them both into the sand, Neteyam barely holding his balance as Anthe wrapped their arms around his neck, pressing their entire body into him as if he could disappear at any second. Neteyam clung right back pulling Anthe’s smaller frame as tightly to him as he could, burying his face in their neck, the scent of salty sea air and smoke clinging to their skin. He felt Anthe pull back, a pathetic sounding whine escaping his throat as they pulled his face from their shoulder, holding his cheeks as they looked at him. For a moment, Neteyam worried they would push him away again. But they didn’t, instead Anthe pressed their forehead to his, eyes screwed shut as they took deep grounding breaths, their fingers carding through his braids and holding his jaw. 

“{You’re here.}” Neteyam breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. His bright eyes taking in every inch of them that he could without pulling away. Anthe looked haggard, dark circles under their eyes and hair falling from their braid in windblown tangles. Their body trembled slightly in his arms, hands clinging to him for dear life and tail flicking anxiously behind them.

“{I’m sorry.}” Anthe’s voice cracked as they spoke, golden eyes welling with tears they struggled to blink away. Anthe’s thumbs caressed his cheeks, wiping away tears Neteyam hadn’t even realized had started to spill. 

“{Wait, so… it is another friend?}” Ao’nung huffed, sounding vaguely annoyed as he rudely butted into the intimate moment. 

“{Anthe is a little more than a friend.}” Lo’ak was grinning, the previous tension quickly fading. Neteyam scowled, shooting a half hearted glare over his shoulder at the pair. He felt Anthe shift, moving to see the rest of the group but making no move to leave the circle of his arms any time soon. Kiri and Tuk were quick to pile on with their own hugs and excited greetings.

“{Great Mother, are you okay?}” Kiri gasped, inspecting Anthe for injuries. “{You look terrible!}”

“{I’m okay. Just… tired.}” Anthe gave a half-hearted smile, the shake in their limbs starting to subside as they began to relax in Neteyam’s hold. They were clearly more than just tired, but clinging to the relief of being back with familiar faces and tentative safety. Neteyam nuzzled into their hair, ignoring his siblings giggling at him. 

“{Hello.}” Tsireya smiled as she approached, dragging a reluctant Ao’nung with her. “{I am Tsireya, and this is my brother Ao’nung.}” Tsireya made the gesture for I See You, but Ao’nung crossed his arms, a sour expression on his face as he looked Anthe over. Neteyam glared at the Metkayina man, ears pinning back as he anticipated the mans penchant for nasty comments, but Tsireya beat him to it, elbowing her brother hard in the ribs, still smiling sweetly as ever. Ao’nung doubled over, yelping in pain and swatting his sister away before huffing a stiff ‘hello’ himself.

“{Hi.}” They watched the Reef siblings with interest, returning Tsireya’s gesture. Their tail still flicked anxiously behind them, giving away their nervous state. Neteyam let his own tail catch Anthe’s, twinning them together and stilling their movement.

“{Did Tenak send you? Where is Spider?}” Kiri asked, squeezing Anthe’s hand hopefully. Neteyam felt Anthe tense immediately, watching their face fall from relief to confusion.

“{What?}” 

“{Your brother, Tenak. He was here, he said he was going to bring you and Spider back.}” Neteyam could see the realization cross both Kiri and Anthe’s faces at the same time. Tenak had not found Anthe. Spider was still gone.

“{Y-You saw Tenak?}” There was something raw and painful in Anthe’s voice, an old wound opening back up again. Neteyam squeezed them tighter to his chest as he felt them begin to tremble again.

“{He was here this morning!}” Tuk pipped, the tone of the current conversation going over her head entirely. Anthe looked dazed, their eyes darting back and forth between Kiri and Neteyam for answers.

“{He came out here looking for you. He’s been searching for you this whole time.}” Neteyam said, running his hands along Anthe’s back and hair to soothe them.

“{He’s alive?}” They looked almost bewildered, like the idea was to foreign to understand. Neteyam pulled their head to his chest, letting Anthe anchor themselves to him as they gripped onto his arm. 

“{Him, your sister Kala too.}” Anthe seemed stunned, their grip on his arm tightening. Neteyam fished around in his pouch pocket, pulling out the photo Tenak had given him the night before. Gingerly, Anthe took it, a choked sob escaping them as they realized what it was. 

“{You said he was here this morning?}” Anthe finally asked, once they had gathered themselves again. Kiri nodded. Neteyam watched Anthe process, quickly shaking their head as if to dispel unwanted thoughts. 

“{Come on. Let’s take you home.}” Neteyam could tell it was too much happening all at once for Anthe. In one swift movement, he lifted Anthe into his arms, intent on holding onto them for as long as possible. They made no protests, save a small surprised yelp, but quickly settled, curling into his neck and shoulders as he walked them back down the beach towards the village.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“{The Ta’unui’s Tsakarem sent me here. She said this is where I might find help, I didn’t think she meant you all were actually here.}” Anthe explained. They were exhausted, the emotional whiplash of the day exacerbating the tired ache of their body. Neteyam held close to them, letting Anthe lean into his side as they sat with the Sully family in their new home. Jake Sully listened intently to their story, his expression growing dark as they went on. Anthe fidgetted under the patriarch's gaze, fiddling with a bracelet Spider had made for them out of small river stones and twine. 

“{You’re sure no one followed you? No trackers?}” Jake questioned them. 

“{I’m sure.}” Anthe had been so paranoid about being followed, they’d done multiple checks of all of their gear and even tossed their Ikran’s saddle and tack into the ocean just to be sure.

“{Do you know how they even figured out we were out here?}”

“{There was a helicopter signal that got picked up on radar. I didn’t hear too many details, but Quaritch was sure it would be you.}” Anthe watched Jake pull a frustrated hand down his face, swearing under his breath. He looked back at his wife, pacing back and forth, her tail thrashing wildly behind her in agitation. 

“{Stay here.}” Jake ordered the group, pulling himself and his partner outside and out of earshot. Anthe swallowed, feeling guilty for having brought only bad news with them. Everything in them was screaming that they shouldn’t have come, that everything was their fault, but then they felt Neteyam nuzzling into their side, whispering comfort in their ear, and were reminded how that sort of thinking was exactly what got them into this mess in the first place. Anthe sighed, pulling Neteyam’s arms more closely around them. Neteyam let them, practically hauling them into his lap to bring Anthe closer to him.

“{What about Spider?}” Kiri pressed, brows knit in concern. 

“{He’s okay. I would have brought him with me, but there's still a tracker in his breathing mask. He didn’t want to take the risk.}” Anthe took her hand, squeezing it lightly.

“{Do you think they’ll hurt him?}” Lo’ak said it quietly, more to himself than anyone else, eyes avoiding anyone else’s gaze. He sat further away, knees tucked to his chest. It wasn’t hard to guess what he might be feeling, his brows knit in the same sort of guilty expression Anthe usually wore. Spider had told Anthe about how Lo’ak was usually the one who got into or started trouble for the Sully siblings, Anthe had even seen it for themselves. It wasn’t surprising that the younger man might feel responsible for Spider being taken in the first place.

“{Quaritch will be pissed but he’s…}” Anthe tried to answer, struggling to find the right words to describe the estranged father and son’s relationship. “{... attached to Spider, I don’t think he would hurt him. Spider might lose a little bit of the freedom he had, but if anything, this has just put me on that psychopaths shit list.}” 

“{Spider had freedom? With the RDA?}” Lo’ak scoffed.

“{You’d be surprised.}” Anthe couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. “{After a while, Quaritch let Spider, do pretty much whatever he wanted. The only thing holding us back were the trackers. We would have gotten out ages ago, otherwise.}” There was an unintentionally bitter edge to Anthe’s voice. 

“{You’re here now, that’s what matters.}” Neteyam said, softly brushing the hair from their face.

“{Neteyam’s right. Spider will come back to us.}” Kiri huffed, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than anyone else.“{For now, let’s try to clean you up.}”

“{I’m fine-}” 

“{You’re a mess. Neteyam, do you still have the clothes I made them?}” Neteyam nodded. He reached back towards his bag, dragging Anthe with him as they refused to let him go, and pulling out a bundle of cloth.

“{You made me clothes?}” All Anthe had ever worn were RDA issue uniforms, or the clothes leant to them by Avatar scientists. Neteyam and his siblings had tried convincing them to wear more Na’vi garb, but Anthe had always felt too guilty and self conscious for the more revealing attire. 

“{It’s probably not ideal for the water, but it’s better than what you have on now.}” Kiri joked, tugging at the black nylon material of Anthe’s clothing. “{More comfortable too. Neteyam, go help them clean up and change.}” The younger woman pushed the pair towards another more private room of the marui, a sly smile not so subtly gracing her features.

Neteyam was smiling and rolling his eyes playfully as he pulled Anthe with him, closing a privacy curtain behind them. His hands only left them for a second, quickly returning to hold Anthe back in the circle of his arms, pulling Anthe’s back to his chest and resting his chin on their shoulder. From the moment they’d returned, Neteyam was holding or touching them in some way, even in front of the rest of his family. Before, such a level of affection had only been brief and in private, but Anthe found they didn’t mind the change, enjoying the feeling of closeness with another person.

 Anthe took the bundle gently from Neteyam, unwrapping it carefully to reveal the soft green and blue woven garments, and something else. A shining black blade, with a hand-woven and beaded handle and sheath lay tucked between the garments. Anthe felt Neteyam squeeze them lightly as they raised the blade, examining it closely. 

“{I wanted to give it to you before but it wasn’t done when you left…}” Neteyam mumbled into Anthe’s hair. 

“{This is for me?}” Anthe blinked up at him, unbelieving at first that something like this could be for them. Neteyam nodded, his cheeks tinged purple as he nuzzled them with his nose. The blades Na’vi carried with them were their lifeline, a means for survival and connection. Anthe just barely remembered having one as a child, before everything, that they had made with help from family that they could no longer recall. Now, Neteyam had made one for them, carved and assembled with such care and love that Anthe felt like they were short circuiting, suddenly too warm and soft to hold themselves together. 

“{Do you like it?}” Neteyam spoke softly, watching Anthe admire his handy work. Anthe nodded, pressing the gift close to their chest as they turned in his arms, pressing their face into the crook of his neck. Neteyam gave off a warmth that Anthe had desperately missed. It was different from anything they had felt with another person, the soft and comforting promise of safety and understanding. The only other connections they could compare it to was Tenak and Spider, and even those were still completely different. Tenak and Spider were their brother’s in arms, friendships born from the comfort of another person in the face of danger. But their closeness with Neteyam was not born out of mutual struggle and pain. It had come from a place of healing and understanding, built on a trust Anthe had never really encountered before. 

“{Come on, let’s get you changed.}” 

Anthe reluctantly separated from Neteyam, though his hands still held them, bringing them to a mat on the floor. He set about collecting a few clean cloths and freshwater, as Anthe began to undress. Previously, Anthe might have felt more self-conscious about their nakedness in front of another person, being raised by humans instilling a shame in their body that was hard to shake. A part of them still felt bashful, instinctively covering themselves with their arms as Neteyam gently began to wash away the dirt and sweat from their body, but they didn’t feel uncomfortable by any means. They let Neteyam take down their hair and help dress them in the clothes made by Kiri, a comfortable silence encompassing them. When they were finished, Anthe leaned back into Neteyam, who sat closely behind them. Neteyam ran his fingers through their dark hair, carefully pulling apart the tangles. 

“{I’m sorry.}” Anthe said finally, breaking the quiet. They felt Neteyams hands pause, then wrap around their middle and pull them close, his nose pressing lightly into their jaw.

“{You were right.}” Anthe continued. “{I should have stayed, I should have listened to you.}” 

“{Stop, please.}” Neteyam sounded hoarse, squeezing Anthe tighter to him. “{You’re here, you’re safe. That's what matters.}” Anthe turned themselves to look at him, hand cupping his jaw to make him look at them. Neteyams brows were furrowed with worry, his hold around them tight and desperate. He thought they were going to leave again. 

“{I want to stay here. I want to stay with you.}” Anthe pressed their forehead back to his, trying to will away his anxieties. “{I See You.}”  Neteyam took a deep breath, seeming to relax a bit with Anthe’s admission.

“{I See You.}” Neteyam repeated, a small smile replacing the worry. His eyes lingered a moment on their lips before flicking back up to their eyes. The movement was small, but caught Anthe’s attention enough for Anthe to register just how close their lips were to Neteyam’s. Their cheeks flushed, suddenly shy as their own eyes landed on the curve of Neteyams mouth. One of his hands ran softly up their back, holding the back of Anthe’s head, gently pulling them closer and closing the gap between them. 

Neteyam’s lips were soft, molding to Anthe’s mouth like two puzzle pieces fitted perfectly together. They pressed into him, chasing his lips in a desperate kiss they were loath to break. When they did finally break the kiss, both were panting, trying to catch their breath again. Neteyam grinned, pressing back in, peppering small kisses around Anthe’s face and making them laugh. It was pure relief. All the unsaid feelings and emotions, finally out in the open, and neither of them could get enough.

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

just out of curiosity – why do you like sukugo??

i've just never seen any of the accounts i follow/my mutuals celebrate this pairing so i'm really curious!

:))))))))) i smiled so wide getting this ask anon. PLS DON’T BE ALARMED just take my hand and let me tell you abt two deeply violent homoerotic men….

okay so when it comes to sukugo i just. ADORE their dynamic and relationship. it’s one of my favorites in the entire manga and i truly think akutami COOKED with it . not only the shinjuku fight itself (which is, ofc, what sold me on the ship) but also the foreshadowing beforehand!!! like sukuna telling gojo that he’ll be the first one he kills…. the two of them making the same kind of pose in their respective volume covers (vol. 4 & 14….. another parallel which is even more devastating when you remember that the number four is associated with death in japan)….. both of them being referred to as ”the strongest.”

i actually didn’t pick up on a lot of it until we got to shinjuku!! but i just think akutami teased at their importance to each other so well and so early on.

WITH THAT BEING SAID . their dynamic. their parallels. yes. they’re both the strongest and the most isolated and those two things are synonymous. it ties into one of the most central themes of jjk that equates absolute strenght to absolute solitude — it’s a kind of curse. a curse and a blessing. and they both have it.

the main difference is that gojo knows what it’s like to be understood and loved — but sukuna doesn’t. so he can’t feel lonely. he’s never known what it’s like to not be alone. but gojo has!!! gojo has felt love and felt what it’s like to be understood, and when geto died a part of him died too. he’ll always be lonely. he’s the loneliest character in the series. and when he looks at sukuna he sees the exact same isolation that’s plagued him since the moment he was born. so what does he do about it?

he tries to teach sukuna about love.

^ and THAT’S . the most delicious dynamic ever. i take no criticism. i’ll die on the hill that this concept and their dynamic is one of the absolute highlights of jjk. it’s so GOOD. it’s so insanely good. gojo wants to teach sukuna about love/cure him from his solitude by killing him. and vice versa. it’s inherently violent and inherently tender and it makes me INSANE. to me that’s the greatest appeal of sukugo!!!! violence as tenderness is a trope very near and dear to my heart (and also VERY frequently associated w queer subtext in media…. just putting that out there……) and they do it so good. they have a blast killing each other.

also i just NEED to say how much i love the ”teach you about love” line. it’s one of my favorites in the manga and akutami utilizes it so well!! he repeats it over and over as foreshadowing and to build up the sukugo dynamic. the final reveal that gojo is ”the one who will teach [sukuna] about love” made me weep (even though it was so obvious)…. it’s just so deeply. idk. it just says so much about gojo as a character :(( the fact that he wanted to teach sukuna about love. i’ve seen some people who think that part is ooc but i disagree completely!! gojo has never concerned himself w the morals of others. not really. toji kills riko but gojo still has a respect for him and allows him to say his final words. he never hated geto despite his crimes. he supports yuji fully no matter how many people die because of him. etcetc. same with all his students.

gojo looks at sukuna and sees someone who is just as alone as he is. so deeply, deeply alone. him wanting to change that is not ooc in the slighest because that’s quite literally what drives gojo as a character:

he’s just such a genuinely good person at his core. and it coexists with the way he sometimes disregards morality. this is a hot take but i genuinely think gojo’s character blossomed fully in his battle with sukuna….. i don’t see him as ooc in it at all. he genuinely wanted to reach sukuna!! he knew he was the only one who could even hope to do so. and he tried his best.

and, i would argue that he succeeded.

SEGWAY TIMEEEEEEEEE LET’S GO. okay so let’s talk abt one of my favorite panels in the jjk manga, the panel that solidified sukugo as one of my favorite pairings Of All Time:

(two diff translations bc i love them both :3)

THIS. wow. wow. wow. i could talk abt this panel alone for hours and hours but i’ll try to be coherent……

there’s just? so much meaning to be found here??? for both of them????? not only is it a fundamental moment for gojo — being praised and acknowledged and accepted as himself rather than the strongest — but it’s also proof that gojo did reach sukuna!!! he’ll remember him forever. sukuna will never fully be entirely isolated because even millenia into the future he’ll still remember gojo. gojo nestled his way into sukuna’s heart.

and that’s just . so romantic isn’t it???? so beautiful???????? this is the culmination of gojo’s efforts; the most genuine expression we’ve ever seen on sukuna’s face. he actually looks happy.

i cried seeing that panel btw 😭😭 not a joke!! i was already crying when i started chapter 236 bc i knew how it’d end but this panel (+ the one w geto cheering gojo on in his cult leader fit) made me SOB. not exaggerating. i’ve never cried so much reading a manga… T_T

so!!!! yeah. i just love sukugo. their dynamic is so interesting and beautiful and i can never get enough of it. sometimes i love it more than stsg… don’t tell geto that though……..

#i also really love the idea of sukuna getting seduced by a lanky gay guy #but that’s besides the matter. #TYSM FOR ASKING ANONNN ILY #i love talking abt these silly guys #i miss them :(((( #ask tag ✩ #sukugo

[kelandrin]

Hello! I’m Atlas (any pronouns are fine). This is my bg3 blog. It is 18+ so minors DNI. I like pretty much every ship and will reblog most content. I am always interested in how other people interpret characters and parts of the game, even if those interpretations don’t make it into my own head canons. Slowly putting together a list of my Tavs and Durges! I also post daily Tav Questions. All my dividers are by @cafekitsune !

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Fic Masterlist

BG3 Character Profiles

Atlas - (he/him) Tiefling Paladin who is romancing Wyll. He can be a touch ornery but ultimately a good person. He was raised by a warlock on a farm on the edge of Rivington.

Kelandrin - (he/him) Drow Durge Paladin who is romancing Astarion. He is very evil, obsessive, and has a skewed concept of “love.” The only form of love he knows is religious submission.

Mavrin - (he/they) Half-Elf Durge Sorcerer who is romancing Gale. He is very troubled by his urge and hates feeling out of control of his body and mind.

Kalan - (he/they) Drow/elf ranger who is romancing Halsin. Says he doesn’t have a daddy complex but like…

Xyrra - (she/they/he) Lythari druid in lore but just plain elf druid in game. Romancing Shadowheart but it hard since Xyrra shapeshifts into a wolf.

Natlia - (she/her) Tiefling sorcerer/bard who is romancing Karlach. She starts off with a cynical streak because her fiancée was murdered and the Flaming Fist didn’t do jack to find his killer. She learns to move forwards over the course of the game.

Livna - (she/her) Drow durge monk who is romancing Lae’zel. She is looking for her next physical high all the time.

Vald - (he/him) Drow durge hexblade warlock who is romancing Minthara. He is very loyal by nature and easily molded by more dominant personalities.

Mutuals & Their Tavs

🚧 ⚠️ 🏗️ Sorry in advance if I missed anyone some people show up as following only on one blog etc. just @ me if I messed up or if I have any wrong tav info!

@tavsboots Velric - (he/him) Tiefling Fighter/warlock who is romancing Astarion and has the most beautiful beard. I'm sorry he was a PIRATE??? That is sick as hell.

@koalamatcha Crozier - (he/him) A "jaded" half-elf who romanced Astarion and I am told he is quite handsome!

@the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep Dulcinea Gohar Selemchant - (she/her) A human wizard turned fighter. The world's most beautiful rich girl. She is gorgeous and knows how to work a ballroom.

@desperatewomenenjoyer Durik/Дурик - (she/her) a drow bard who is romancing Minthara. She went from a pretty nice person (if you ignore what she did in the grove) to pretty jaded and manipulative over the course of the story. Love that for her.

@baldurspeen69420 Izra - (she/her) A githyanki monk who super duper promises she isn't questioning her queen.

Sophie - (she/her) If one more person calls her ugly I am letting Gale nuke the city. She is a half-orc and the prettiest girl at the party as far as I'm concerned!

@punk-muffins Daemys Daezorwyn - (she/her) She was raised in a monastery and trained to be a monk, later picking up fighter skills as well. She is romancing Gale.

@ellekhen Church - (he/him) A tiefling warlock who is romancing Astarion. You gotta check out ElleKhen's fanfiction!

@phoenixspencer Arali - (she/her) A tiefling who grew up in Baldur’s gate. She romanced Astarion!

Calryn - (he/him) A lolth sworn bloodhunter durge who is romancing Astarion. Very handsome.

@thecrowandtheraven08 Cassian - (they/them) A lolth sworn cleric who the more I learn about the sadder I get :( Recently learned what happened to their fiance. They are romancing Astarion and Halsin and I hope they get healed and cherished.

@spacebarbarianweird Tyreal - (she/her) is a half-elf barbarian who is romancing Astarion. They have a dhampir daughter together named Alethaine!

@primal-savagery Velvela - (she/her) A drow druid/fighter/cleric who is romancing Astarion. She is super pretty!

@taras-toe-beans Izzrhys - (he/him) A drow oath of devotion paladin. He is kinda messed up from the drow matriarchy which is honestly fair. He is paried with Gale!

Aratris - (they/them) A half-wood elf circle of the moon druid who spends a lot of time as an owlbear.

Leoryn - (they/them) A high elf lore college bard.

Talaak - (she/her) A durge silver dragonborn storm sorcerer.

Aesir - (they/them) A half high elf thief subclass rogue who was a preexisting dnd character!

Tag Guide

Special tags I use that aren’t common

#tavspawn - any posts featuring kids of tavs or canon characters

#bloodpact - wyllstarion ship name

#all the gods we cannot save - my large fic project for the supernatural/urban fantasy au

Dumb Discourse Disclaimer

Anything where anyone says another person’s interpretation of a character is wrong. I just like seeing people be happy. Sometimes someone else’s happiness includes reading a character differently than you do. This includes but isn’t limited to: spawn batstarion, transcharacter readings, autistic character readings, tavxorigin children, straight people, lesbians, asexual astarion, sexual astarion, tavxraphael, top raphael, dad gale, women, things contrary to “canon”, and that ship you find annoying.

#atlas #bio

[harryjpotter-shitpost]

I can give Dudley the redemption arch because he was a child following after his parents (very abusive behaviors) but people are really defending Petunia and Vernon???? What the fuck?? Like it pretty much says in the first sentence of the whole series that they’re assholes! And it is canon that both Vernon AND Petunia were physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive to Harry until the last moment he left private drive.

The only reason I can give Dudley any kind of redemption or forgiveness is because we see him change in the books after the Dementor attack. I don’t think he and Harry will ever be close or very friendly, but I can see them having a civil relationship at least for their children. Or even just to make up for their shitty childhood that they shared together, as Dudley was also abused too. But this would definitely be after years of therapy and trying to make amends, it wouldn’t happen until many years after the war was over.

You would be surprised on how many posts I’ve crossed where people almost worship Petunia and say that Vernon is the one who forced her to hate her sister!!!

I believe that Dudley deserves redemption cause as you said he was a young person living in a very toxic environment. However, I’m always rather conflicted on how his relationship with Harry is post-war. I’ve read a few fics that had different perspectives on what their relationship have come to, and they’re all very interesting! But I’m not set out on one opinion. Sometimes I think Harry would try to leave it all behind him, but sometimes I think that maybe they’d reconnect as Dudley was obviously a very huge part of Harry’s life (even though it was horrendous) and the same goes the other direction. But I’m sure of one thing; I don’t think they’ll ever have a “close brotherhood” kind of relationship. Maybe sending presents over the holidays or reconnecting every few years, but never close, yk?

But anyways let me get back to my rant about Petunia. It’ll be under the cut :)

CW: mentions of abuse

Let’s get one thing straight: Vernon did not make her hate Harry nor was he pulling the strings in that house and the abuse regarding his nephew. It was Petunia. She collected ALL the hatred in that house and made sure it was taken out on Harry. Why? Because she’s a petty, small-minded and disgusting woman who abused the power she had over a child. All that to let out some of the childish jealousy she had against her DEAD little sister.

Here are some quotes from the books to use as a starting point:

“Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister,”

“They didn’t want Dudley mixing with a child [Harry] like that.”

“she [Petunia] always got so upset at any mention of her sister.”

"He [Vernon] cleared his throat nervously. ‘Er — Petunia, dear — you haven’t heard from your sister lately, have you?’ As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn’t have a sister. ‘No,’ she said sharply.”

“Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he’d heard the name ‘Potter.’ He decided he didn’t dare.”

“‘Harry’ [Said Petunia]. ‘Nasty, common name, if you ask me.’”

So these quotes are from the first chapter of the first book (Philosopher’s Stone).

As you can see, pretending the Potters don’t exist is a mutual decision from both sides and it seems that Petunia is more bothered by the mention of her sister than Vernon is because when he tries to bring up the Potters his main concern is upsetting Petunia. Never once does he mention his own disgust with them when trying to bring them up. No, it’s Petunia’s reaction he’s worried about. This doesn’t seem like a behavior of someone who is forcing his wife to hate her sister.

If anything it seems to me that Petunia have explained to her husband how much she dislikes the mention of her sister (and her sister’s entire family too) and so Vernon got the memo that the Potters should never be brought up. Which shows that Petunia is the one who fuels the hatred for the Potters in their household.

Now I’m not saying that Vernon is completely innocent, no he’s hates the Potters too. But his is more personal. After the whole double date incident when he felt that James was taking the mickey out of him and undermining his power. A bully like Vernon who likes to show off his money and power being insulted by a teenager made Vernon hate James’ guts.

“…James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove.”

“Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant.” -Pottermore

And I think that Vernon usually likes to pretend that the people he hates don’t exist, he’s way to high to be bothered by a cocky teenager who ‘doesn’t have a future’. He feels way too superior. During his wedding he made sure not to give James any attention, but made sure to return the humiliation he felt during the double date.

“Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’.” -Pottermore

After Vernon obviously felt satisfied with his comeback, he never gives James a glance.

That’s why when mentioning the Potters he doesn’t even mention the double date incident because technically who’s that James next to him?? No, his wife’s reaction is the main concern.

And that’s the difference between the hate Vernon has towards the Potters and Petunia’s hatred. Whereas Vernon hates James specifically for undermining him and his money and power, Petunia hates them all because she ‘knows’ she’s less superior and special. This fuels her jealousy and anger towards them.

Therefore; Vernon’s ultimate superiority and Petunia’s ultimate loathing.

And you can see that Petunia already has it out for Harry even though she hasn’t met him yet; calling his name “Nasty”. Now I know some of you might interpret her sentence as Petunia criticizing her sister’s choice of names, but if that was the case she would’ve claimed the boy’s misfortune of having such a name or the kid’s misfortune on having parents like the Potters. But no, she mainly focused on the child. Which gives the impression that she’s disliked Harry the moment she knew about him.

“she [Petunia] received from Lily and James the announcement of Harry’s birth, and after one contemptuous look, Petunia threw it in the bin.” -Pottermore

These things sets the foundations for her dislike towards Harry. So when the moment comes where she actually meets him, he will be connected to the ‘detestable’ announcement and the ‘nasty’ name.

Then the times comes where she has to handle that child’s responsibilities and raise him.

And she did take him in, no one’s denying that, but this happened:

“She did it grudgingly, and spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.” -Pottermore

She spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.

She took him in. She hated every single moment of having to raise him. So she made sure he was punished for it.

If that is not abuse as some people like to say, then what is exactly???? Punishing an innocent child for taking him in? Are you guys serious?

That’s why her character disgusts me so much. I cannot stand her at all. Because if anything this is a psycho level of behavior. A sane person wouldn’t dream of hurting a small animal let alone a child. Her nephew.

And as for Vernon’s hatred towards Harry it stems out of the humiliation he felt when he met James. The fact that Vernon made sure to return that humiliation during the wedding satisfied Vernon and he didn’t have to think about James anymore. But Harry ( the carbon copy of James) serves as a constant reminder of that feeling, so his hatred towards Harry stems out from his injured masculinity. As Pottermore says:

“Uncle Vernon’s dislike of Harry stems in part, like Severus Snape’s, from Harry’s close resemblance to the father they both so disliked.”

So ya this is my rant about them. Sorry if this is all over the place, English isn’t my first language and this topic pisses me off so much🙂.

And I’d like to conclude that I hate them both, but hate Petunia at tad bit more :)

#cw abuse #the Dursleys piss me off so much #harry deserves better #that poor thing was punished for nothing #don’t let me catch one of y’all defending petunia #I’ll genuinely loose it #she’s one of the most vile women #i could write more about this topic #but i think this is too long already #golden trio #4 privet drive #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #aunt petunia #uncle vernon #harry james potter #dudley dursley #harry potter #harry potter series

[impossiblesongs]

something borrowed, something blue (dhawan!master x reader)

Summary: Becoming lovers isn’t new, for him, but it is for you. He’d gluttonously taken to ravaging you as soon as you were in reach when he was Missy, but he finds he simply cannot abide gorging himself on you, not until he’s courted you efficiently.

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

AN: tiny bit of a drabble for you this evening, master's pov AN2: title from 'every you every me' by placebo AN3: the thought of the master trying to be a stand-up guy after marrying reader and inadvertently sexually frustrating the hell out of her was hilarious to me and i hope it is to you too

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It doesn’t seem sensical to have waited, to draw out what is so evident in the ways you both dance around each other, here, after everything. He’s taken you to wife but he maintains that the performance is tantamount to where this is leading. Every heady glance, every lingering touch. It’s electric agony, a lush form of torture, and it’s mutual to be sure.

Becoming lovers isn’t new, for him, but it is for you. He’d gluttonously taken to ravaging you as soon as you were in reach when he was Missy, but he finds he simply cannot abide gorging himself on you, not until he’s courted you efficiently. Not until you’ve been dined and doted on and lavishly adored in every way you deserve, all but the one way that tests his virtual lack of self-restraint to the point of utter lunacy. He even wonders if he’s perhaps going too far, too tied to being a gentleman for you. Especially when you make him feel anything other than gentlemanly, you make him feel like an active predator, but even that’s putting it tenderly.

“You’re a terrible nuisance,” he breathes hotly into your mouth, body trapping your own up against a wall.

He could easily bash your head in, here in this alcove he’s trapped you up against, truly, because of the impertinence. Don’t you realize he’s just shy of losing his resolve? This precariously close to swallowing you whole?

“Our dinner is going to go cold,” he says, shifting his weight to alleviate his own suffering. You fit together so well already, clothes and all.

“Fuck dinner,” you say, unnervingly coarse in your frustrations. He could even dub you openly hostile, sitting sullenly at the dinner he’s gone through so much trouble to attain. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but beheading a noble to attain a reservation is child’s play, it’s utterly of no concern.

What is concerning, is the lengths you’ve gone to, to thoroughly distract his plans. The dress, for instance, a shimmering translucent slip of a thing, is hugging every curve superlatively. You’re a woman with a cause, with cruelty. He shouldn’t find that so devastatingly enchanting.

He follows the goosebumps on your chest, the flush covering your neck. Your hands grip his biceps through his black tux, fingers pinching as they clutch him tighter in your desperation.

He’s all but crushing you between the wall and himself and you dare to groan pathetically against him. Is it alluring, he wonders, pinning you up like a butterfly that he’s oh, so tempted to rip the wings off of? 

He would laugh, if only he weren’t so desperately hard, his lust cloying and blotting out any sense he’d probably decided upon earlier, whatever it may have been, it’s hard to grasp now.

“Please,” your lips tremble and he can spy the glassy look in your eye. You are so very tempting; you are perhaps the most tempting thing he’s ever found in this godawful excuse of a universe. Nothing has ever managed to hold his attention more or for as long.

“Is that what you truly want?” He frowns, begs. “Do you want me to ruin you? You have no idea what you’re asking for, dear.”

“Master,” your body writhes in his hold, hips shifting against his just right, with determined purpose, “Just what are you waiting for?!”

He curses, slots his lips over yours and indulges, rocks his hips into your core, and feels the shudder pull throughout your whole body, inviting him further towards reckless abandon. If he takes, he will take until there is nothing left you can claim as your own, no part of you that he will not seek and conquer, he will fit himself so thoroughly, will have so you ruinously, that not a thought will occur in your mind other than the sounds he pulls out of you for days.

You bite down on his lip viciously but there is no pause in either of your assaults. He tastes his own blood on your tongue and every attempt at his composure is lost.

Oh, how he loathes you, how you are a sickly thing that fills his lungs that he will obediently always choose to suffocate from. You could crush him, hurt him, betray, and kill him, with your bare hands preferably, and he’d beg for more, more, if only it meant that you’d never take your hands off him. God, he loves you, he adores you, annoying and determined as you are, changing his entire course with the pliant temptation of your body.

But fine, he'll give in, and he’ll take, and you’ll enjoy every second.

#the master x reader #dhawan!master x reader #wyrwtd

[ging-dong]

let’s unpack this as well friends

like actually let’s have a conversation about this because what??

even in 2017, when i was 12/13, it rubbed me the WRONG way. idk, let me provide more context with more tweets for you guys

now, i don’t know who was being mean to jess. and by the sounds of it, it was really harmful and she deserved none of the issues it caused her.

my issues with this post has nothing to do with jess and her personal well being, it has everything to do with jason here.

first off, why is HE making the call? it’s jess’s twitter, they’re her followers, it just doesn’t make any sense to me why he’s making the calls on HER account.

and i understand he’s concerned for his wife and her mental well being. that’s what he should be concerned about. but why is he taking that to social media?? like they could have made the *mutual* decision to unfollow people together and leave it at that, but he had to post it on social media and boast about how he’s basically making business decisions FOR her

idk i could be wrong, opinions?? 🤔

#aphmau #mcd #minecraft diaries #mystreet #aphmau fandom #bluejaystudios #blujaystudios #idk how it’s spelled #it doesn’t matter they’re dismantled anyway #this is probably why #jessica bravura #jason bravura