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araekniarchive · 1 year
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'penelope at the loom', @araekni
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feralnumberfive · 1 year
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John Powell you are so cruel for 4:24-5:26 in As Long As He's Safe. What the actual fuck.
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#in this scene Hiccup says goodbye to Toothless and lets him go free to lead all the dragons and this parallels the scene in HTTYD 2 of#Hiccup ''finding'' Toothless and telling him how much he loves and appreciates him as Hiccup frees Toothless from Drago to save#their home and all of the dragons. 4:47-5:26 of ''As Long As He's Safe'' is specifically a repeat of 1:28-1:51 in ''Toothless Found''#and it just absolutely fucking kills me I can't even emphasize how much emotional damage I get from this 1:28-1:51 of#''Toothless Found'' is my favorite part and the strongest you hear the main thematic melody of HTTYD 2#there's another part from 00:42-00:57 that is the same melody that also reflects HTTYD 2 where Hiccup is taken off of Toothless#and Toothless falls into the icy ocean trying to desperately get back to save Hiccup#This plays in 2:12-2:44 of ''Toothless Lost'' and in the HTTYD:THW scene where Hiccup sacrifices himself and falls off of the Light Fury#so that she can save Toothless#so that's just another parallel where John Powell mercilessly ripped my heart out 👍👍👍👍#I could seriously write an entire essay for the parallels of ''Toothless Found'' and ''As Long As He's Safe'' and cry like a little baby#I've said it once and I'll say it again ''Toothless Found'' is my favorite soundtrack piece in the entire world and more people need to-#appreciate the HTTYD 2 and HTTYD:THW soundtracks they are as equally good as the first once and each one incorporates the-#other main melodic themes of the others and it's just so incredible and emotional to hear#I'm in a music mood tonight if you couldn't tell#John powell#httyd thw soundtrack#httyd thw#httyd soundtrack
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emilyhopebunny · 9 months
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I uhhhhh. may or may not have bought a domain name for this blog.....
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This is my tribute to the late Technoblade. I'm well over a week late to the anniversary of his passing, but I think it was worth the wait. I wanted to get this right.
The story I want to tell is of time's passage after his passing, and the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of various aspects of his life depicting that concept.
I have a lot more to say about this painting - three pages just for the symbolism alone. If you're interested, please let me know and I'll share my analysis on a separate post! Edit: I caved. Aight, prepare for a massive info dump below the cut!
DISCLAIMERS:
Although I put a lot of research into this piece, my knowledge is likely flawed and incomplete. If I missed or misinterpreted a reference, it’s because I’m new to the Technoblade community. If I got a symbolism thing wrong, it’s because I relied on Google search for answers. I fact checked where I could. And with this analysis, I hope I can clear up any misinterpretations! 
OVERVIEW:
There’s lots of imagery to unpack so I’ll try parsing it in a structured manner. Let’s first examine it holistically. 
The story I want to tell here is of time’s passage after Technoblade’s passing. As such,the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of that concept.
Prominently featured are the various medical equipments - a nod to the grim reality of his cancer. But let’s not linger upon that aspect of his story.
Of equal importance are the more mundane objects - his gaming setup, the couch and pillow which Floof sat upon in that one photo, the plethora of paraphernalia of branded merchandise, and references to his exploits in Minecraft. These are relics and mementos of his legacy.
All of these elements intermingle in flooded, lushly overgrown room looking out to a rose-tinted exterior. Is it dawn? Dusk? I’ll leave that interpretation up to the viewers.  
The third and final component is the plant life representing his community -us. We beautify this metaphorical space with where it was once laden with tragedy. Yet, despite these riotous blooms, we never quite encroach on the bed - the empty space left behind by him.
SET DRESSING:
Much care was taken in selecting the blossoms and placing them in symbolically significant locations.  And this neatly transitions us into the analysis individual details.
Foreground: 
In the foreground, ivy crawls through a lamp and white clovers thrive atop a pile of pillboxes. The lamp base, once a shining bronze-like finish, is heavily tarnished. The lampshade is overgrown with moss and ivy. Even if the greenery has yet to damage the electric wiring, the damp surely has finished the job. Even if the bulb is replaced, the body is too far gone. The light’s never coming on again. 
I was initially put out that my painstakingly 3D modeled pillboxes became entirely obscured, but I think it works in favor of the piece’s overarching theme: the beautiful wilds overtaking a space that once reeked of the desperate fight to prolong life. 
White clover blossoms meaning “thinking of you” is paired with the ivy meaning “everlasting devotion”.  It’s an apt combination. It has been over a year since his passing, and we still remember and carry on his legacy. 
Nestled amongst the foliage is Techno’s compass. It was once used to hunt him down in the Dream SMP. But now, it’s an odd comfort. Even though he’s no longer with us, he’s still somewhere far, far away– or is he? The original idea was for the needle to point heavenwards, but it is currently pointing…sideways?  I’ll get to the reasoning a bit later. 
The Flood:
Moving deeper into the space, we hit the floodwaters. These once turbulent currents are now tranquil enough to nourish this verdant place. The thriving plant life hides much of this darkness. It is beautiful, hopeful, even. But always bittersweet, because everything that grows here is laced with an old sorrow.
White lotus rise from the murky depths. That is us, overcoming our grief. Breaching the surface, we gain a new vantage point to contemplate this loss. Perhaps we can also find a more comforting perspective of it.
Submerged amongst the blossoms is a rusted oxygen machine. I wanted to decorate the machine with stickers, much like one would personalize a plaster cast for a broken limb. It is deliberate that the “Technoblade Never Dies” sticker is in shadow, while the “So Long, Nerds" is in light. 
Immediately to the right was meant to be a box of assorted Technoblade apparel.  But then I flooded the space for narrative reasons, rendering that idea unusable. I eventually converted it into a Welch’s Fruit Snacks box, because apparently Technoblade liked them? It’s one of the shallower references here but it is what it is.
And finally, there is a little cameo floating somewhere in the waters. An Easter egg, if you will. I wonder if you can find it? 
Furnishings from Home:
I found the couch and Technoblade’s gaming setup during my trawl through the Technoblade Reddit page for reference photos. Balancing this space full of impersonal medical equipment with more personalized belongings is grounding. These areas insert familiarity in this strange environment.
Gaming Setup:
The gaming setup is bare bones - just the monitor, keyboard, and mouse. There was no space to add more iconic elements like his Blue Yeti microphone or the steering wheel from that Minecraft challenge. Hanging above but heavily obscured by overgrowth are two framed pictures of Technoblade’s cabin and a potato minion. It is a blink-and-you-miss-it detail, placed in a dim space and requiring close examining to notice. Without the context of the rest of this environment, it is easily mistaken as generic set dressing. 
That’s the point, though. This was a space where he streamed and created videos much beloved by his community. This space was the means of creation, not the creations themselves. Without the creator at the helm, this setup becomes insignificant. Does one dote over the easel on which paintings were created, or the paintings themselves? So now it sits in darkness, a footnote of Technoblade’s legacy. 
Nostalgia Corner:
On the other end, we have the sold out Youtooz plushies and the Agro Pig plush from the recent merch drop sat atop the couch.  If you look closely, you’ll see a Skeppy coin leaning against one of the plushies. Behind the couch is a shelf. A generic shelf, but the important bits here are the sellout bell, Youtube plaque, and vinyl figurines. 
This corner of the room is nostalgic and soft. Everything is bathed in rosy pink light, and it is filled with things that are comfortingly familiar. All across the world, people in his community have these pieces of merch to remember him by. 
The red poppies that also grow here have multiple meanings. It represents the battle - one against sarcoma - which was fought here. It symbolizes death, but also resilience in the face of grueling conditions. It is said that they grow in former battlefields where of fallen warriors. I believe of all the flowers here, this one best represents Technoblade.
The Hanging Mobile:
Strung up above it is a rather last minute addition to the environment - a hanging mobile fabricated from totems representing each member of the Sleepy Bois Inc. friend group. First and foremost is Technoblade’s iconic MCC crown, aptly placed at the top. Although it is untouched by the greenery, the gold and jewelry are somewhat muted and tarnished by time.
This is not the case for the objects below. TommyInnit’s music disc shines iridiscent green and purple - Cat and Mellohi merged into one. To is right is a sky-blue guitar pick with the LoveJoy logo engraved onto it for Wilbur Soot. And finally, below it all is Philza’s Friendship Emerald - sparkling and refracting light - with Elytra feathers fastened at the bottom. They, suspended and isolated from everything, maintain a pristine vibrancy which strongly contrasts against everything else in this space. 
IV Stand:
Next to the computer setup is the IV stand. It sustains life which is incapable of continuing on without intervention. The butterfly milkweed growing on it, in contrast, says “let me go.” The latter, overtaking the tangle of tubes and powered off patient monitor, is victorious. The hooks stand rusted, and the IV bag empty from disuse.
Sat atop the patient monitor but almost blending into the walls is a pig figurine featured in Dream’s latest music video. It stands on a high perch, yet is unassuming as to direct focus on Technoblade, or rather, his absence. 
Hanging from the wired basket is an air freshener tag. If you look on the official website, this is one of the only products which has what I can only call interesting flavor text. Most are merely descriptions and specs of the product. To quote it verbatim:
“Yes, this is a real product. And no, this ‘air freshener’ has no discernible fragrance. ‘Why’ you ask? Because Mr. Technodad and our team agreed this was exactly the sort of air freshener Alex would have found hilarious.”
As morbid as it sounds, I feel like this air freshener tag would not have existed before Technoblade’s passing. It is so unlike any other merchandise I’ve seen in any other branded merchandise store. It’s like an inside joke, secretly shared within the descriptions for the world to eventually discover. 
Window:
Unlit candles line the window sill - the aftermath of a candlelight vigil. It is a versatile symbol. It raises awareness of a disease or illness. It pays tribute the dead. Judging from the melted wax dribbling down the candle shafts and the wall below (the opacity was reduced so it looks less like bloodstains), this has been done many times over. But there is so much more candle to burn, representing the people still continuing this ceremony, albeit in the privacy of their own homes.
Above the candles are some broken blinds. When grieving, it would have been so easy for Mr. Technodad to hide away from the world in his grief. It’s understandable, to give into that primal urge to flee from prying eyes when he’s at his most vulnerable. He had the difficult task of reading out his son’s final farewell to us. This barrier between him and us dismantled by this gesture so we can remember Technoblade together. 
Coincidentally, the window frame itself somewhat resembles the kitchen window featured in Technoblade and Technodad's cooking videos. Completely unintentional on my end, but fitting in a way since in both those videos they're pulling back the metaphorical curtains for the audience to peer into a small aspect of their private lives.
To the right of the window is a nondescript clock, forever stopped at the 6:30 as a nod to the date when the "So Long, Nerds" video was published. The minute hand is accidentally left out removed to signify that time will no longer move forward for Technoblade. In contrast, the rest of the world - represented by this space - continues to grow and change around his absence.
A wind chime hangs just outside the window. It is said that the soothing sounds produced by them is a healing balm during tumultuous times. Where there is wind there is stirred up emotions, but it is motionless on this calm, breezeless day. A rare respite, where remembrance overrides grief. 
On a more amusing note, there is an interesting looking moth perched on the window glass. Upon closer inspection, the wing pattern may look somewhat familiar. In Chinese culture, when a huge moth visiting your home is the embodiment of your recently deceased loved one checking on you. Remember the compass in the foreground? Well, here’s why it is pointed sideways instead of upwards. This idea came up rather organically during a VC session in the R/Technoblade Discord server. My handful of viewers and myself affectionately dubbed this doofy looking moth TechnoMoff!
Venturing further beyond the windows, ferns grow with wild abandon. They represent eternal youth, and from a certain point of view, he will remain youthful forever at the age of 23. He lives on through us carrying on his legacy and spreading his story. 
Everything outside is tinged with pink. After someone dies, we start seeing them less as a person and more as a legacy. It is the natural course of things to start seeing the deceased through rose-tinted lenses - hence the artificially pink hue of the outside contrasting with the more grounded color palette of the inside. 
Bed:
And now we circle back to the centerpiece of this entire composition: the bed and the things that surround it. 
In front of the bed is an over-bed table with a single object: an incense bowl filled to the brim with burnt sticks of incense. A simple shrine for Technoblade. In Chinese culture, we light incense at the altar to honor our loved ones. We may live separate lives and not cross paths often, but we all come together to leave our marks through this ritual. It is proof that he is still very much loved and missed by us all.
The bariatric bed frame is typically seen in hospitals. It allows the patient to comfortably sit up or recline without expending valuable energy. Encased in this frame is something more personal - the mattress and cushions which Technoblade laid upon in his photo with the Youtube plaque. Their unique patterning is a foil for the impersonal receptacle it is caged in. It is spotlit by the window light, emphasizing its emptiness. Not a single blossom dares to encroach upon this space, because to do so would be to erase the space where Technoblade last resided. Like I mentioned before, this is story is about the space around him as much as it is about him. 
Cradling this bed frame are several flowers. Rosemary and forget-me-not’s for remembrance. Appropriate, given its proximity to the bed. Morning glories, for resilience. That’s us, again. For a while, we meander and spread in the upper walls of this space, avoiding the floodwaters which symbolize grief. But eventually, we gather the strength to meander down to the bed, where grief was the strongest.
CONCLUSION:
There is that cheesy quote from that one Marvel TV show – “What is grief, but love persevering?” While this reframes our perception of dealing with loss, grief is not some thing that should linger. The absence of grief does not equate to the lack of love. Instead, I would like you to consider this: remembrance is love persevering. And with our combined perseverance, Technoblade will never truly die. 
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aledmorningstar · 5 days
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╰┈➤Misunderstood
Summary: How the gang finds out about Sukuna's girlfriend in a misunderstanding.
Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader
Word count: 3.0k
Note: I'm a liar, I know I said this would go up yesterday, in my defense we set very optimistic goals. Please comment and feel free to send me anything to my inbox
-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, bad english
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The house of the twins Yuji and Ryomen seemed more lively than normal, as every weekend they had planned a movie afternoon, the meetings began early after leaving school, buying snacks, preparing comfortable clothes and choosing some games of table.
Yuji's face wrinkled into a displeased grimace at seeing his twin dressing casually to go out for a walk down the street, while he and his friends were already prepared wearing their comical pajamas, it wasn't fair. This time it was Yuji's turn to choose the movie so as not to let his brother get away with it.
“What are you doing?”
Sukuna turned to look for a second indifferently at his brother while he finished fastening the buttons of his dark shirt. How could he take seriously his brother who maintained an irritated pout while wearing those ridiculous tiger-themed full-body pajamas?
"I'm going out, tell mom I'll be late"
Yuji's moan of annoyance echoed throughout the house, drawing the attention of Nobara and Megumi who were stealthily trying to spy on the conversation by hiding behind a wall.
"You said you would watch Human Worm 4 with us today!"
The one with the caramel eyes began to complain about the injustice that was occurring, a perfect time for his faithful friends to take action.
“We already prepared everything, you can't leave us stranded for an afternoon of movies!”
Nobara grumbled as she tried to fix the sleeves of her raccoon pajamas.
"We made a pact, you must suffer with us"
Megumi was supposed to be the most mature of the group, perhaps Sukuna had overestimated him because he never imagined seeing him share the same neuron as his friends while also wearing ridiculous beige dog pajamas.
“It's a shame brats, it'll have to be another day.”
The older twin's hands didn't stop moving trying to find the car keys; he had somehow managed to look appropriately with a hint of elegance, but without losing that menacing aura, a pair of black pants held up by an expensive belt that he had stolen from his father, a dark gray shirt with the first few buttons open showing his collarbones and the sleeves perfectly arranged at his elbows showing his tattooed arms.
"You look like a criminal"
“Who said I'm not?”
Itadori's intentions to plant some blame on his brother for abandoning them on a seemingly important night were noticeable for miles.
"At least have the decency to tell me where the hell you're going."
Sukuna took a while to respond, his eyes straying suspiciously and the trio could see a slight nervousness on his face. Wait, nerves? Sukuna? Those words were naturally contrary, it even seemed strange to put them together in one sentence. Here was definitely another shoe that was taking a while to drop.
"Mind your own business, don't be nosy"
Itadori instantly stood between his brother and the front door, blocking his way, he would get to the bottom of this matter at any cost.
"Are you planning something bad? Mom will be angry if you get into trouble again"
"Yes, yes, yes. I plan to do many bad and illegal things, in fact in this mood I plan to strangle the first person in front of me"
Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi looked at each other before leaving the hallway clear, letting Sukuna walk.
"Behave badly, take good care of yourself and if they discover you, deny everything"
“See you”
Once the so-called evil twin left the house, the hallway was completely silent for a few seconds.
“Don't you feel...? Curiosity?"
An excited Nobara looked at her friends with bright, gossip-hungry eyes.
"No not really"
Megumi's voice was ignored as Itadori pushed the Fushiguro boy's face away with his hand.
"I was hoping you'd ask, Nobara! In fact, my brother has been acting strange lately."
Itadori put on a thoughtful expression as he remembered his brother's unusual behavior in recent weeks.
"What do you mean he's been acting strange?"
At that moment Nobara had taken on a detective attitude, while the previously disinterested Megumi began to listen attentively to his friends.
“He's been coming home late, more than usual.”
“That doesn't seem strange for someone like him.”
An exalted Itadori raises his hands dramatically as he defends his argument.
“But when he is usually late it is always because he is causing problems in the streets and he is not at all careful with his arrival, now it is different!”
Sharing a room with Itadori, Sukuna didn't care how scandalous he could be when he showed up at home after curfew. He didn't pay attention to the fact that the noise of his shoes being thrown to any side of the room or that the sound of his swear words every time he tripped over something could disturb his brother's sleep.
Lately, however, the nights that Sukuna had spent late away from home had become more frequent, and Itadori couldn't help but notice even in the dead of night how messy his twin's clothes were every time he returned with silent footsteps and he also did not overlook the large number of marks that stood out on Sukuna's neck.
“Also, he has been trying hard in all his school subjects, he has turned in all his homework and sometimes he goes out to the library to study. Did you hear what I said? He goes to the library to study!”
“That's definitely not the Sukuna we know, something is happening to him.”
The three teenagers headed to the living room to sit down to discuss more calmly and solve that mystery.
“Do you think someone is bullying him?”
Itadori looked worried for a split second at Nobara's statement until Megumi gave him a strange, brief sarcastic smile.
“Are you serious right now? Do you think Sukuna, the most feared man on campus, could be bothered by someone? Jesus Christ even earned the nickname “The King of Curses”
They didn't need much time to agree with Megumi, it was impossible to imagine Sukuna being submissive to anyone.
“True, it would make more sense for him to be the one who bothered someone… It can't be possible”
“I told him clearly not to get into trouble, but he never listens to me!”
“Wait, Yuji, calm down. Don't you think that if that's the case, he's spending too much time on that person?”
Itadori seemed to think about it for a second and his face transformed into one of much more dramatic horror than before.
"So he really hates that person! Maybe he's planning a murder? Your brother isn't exactly known for being patient"
Nobara's words were the little push Itadori needed to panic.
"Sukuna definitely can't go to the correctional facility again!... Mom was very sad back then..."
Nobara and Megumi looked into each other's eyes, unable to abandon their friend in such a situation.
"Fine! Our mission today is to prevent your brother from becoming a criminal.”
"Are we allowed to use force? I still have to get revenge for the books I lent him."
The brown-haired girl, Kugisaki, was the first to stand up and was followed by Fushiguro. It seemed like a scene worthy of a movie, this was the motivational part because both friends extended their hands to the boy in tiger pajamas.
“Wait, wait, wait… What happened to your books?”
“I'll ask your brother when I see him.”
It had been approximately 30 minutes since the trio of friends had located and followed Sukuna, a difficult mission that had begun with the friends running after the older twin's car. The fatigue was overcome by surprise when seeing the target enter a flower shop.
“We're late, he's already planning the funeral!”
“Wait, give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe… Maybe he's going to visit a friend?”
“Impossible, my brother has no friends”
Nobara and Yuji's brief talk was interrupted when they saw Sukuna leaving that flower shop with a huge and pretty bouquet of yellow carnations.
"You see it? Maybe your brother is not as bad as he seems” Nobara's voice tried to be optimistic, and it also seemed strange to her that a man would buy flowers for no apparent reason.
“Now I'm quite confused” Itadori, for his part, narrowed his eyes, staring at Sukuna, trying to read his brother's mind.
Megumi spoke with a stiff voice drawing the attention of his friends.
"Don't be so surprised, in the language of flowers, carnations of that color mean contempt"
"Is he turning his assassination attempt into a performance? He's getting creative"
"Hey, he's leaving. Hurry up"
The gang quickly got into a taxi and like every chase scene, Itadori and Nobara yelled at the driver to follow the car in front of them, Megumi had to apologize to the driver at the end of the ride.
Sukuna drove his car until he reached the darkest and most dangerous neighborhood that anyone could imagine, clearly that place had an invisible sign indicating that it was better not to be there, there were few passers-by and the streets were cold with graffiti everywhere.
The older twin got out of his car after having entered the area a little, he walked as if that place was his territory, as if he felt at home, he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, raising them to his elbows, with a bored look he observed the time on his watch and then leaned his back against the wall waiting patiently. Meanwhile, the trio had remained hidden behind a pile of boxes and seemingly useless objects, thinking about Ryomen's intentions.
"There isn't a soul in this place, what is he planning to do?"
Itadori's question was answered when Megumi held his jaw making him look to his right, his eyes widened as he saw a girl with a small frame, transmitting an aura of delicacy and fragility, she was the complete stereotype of a little princess wearing a pink dress and white sneakers, light makeup and a flower crown adorning her hair, she looked out of context walking with a smile and humming a song in that horrible alley.
"It can't be her... There's no way Sukuna..."
Nobara's words were cut off when the red-eyed man put out his cigarette and walked over to where the girl was with a proud smile on his face.
The fear that this small, fragile woman could be hurt by his violent brother made Itadori quickly get up from his hiding place and stand in front of his brother.
"Sukuna! Stop right there, don't do it!"
The sudden entrance of his nosy brother surprised Sukuna who maintained a displeased scowl at his twin's actions.
"What the fuck? Get out of the way brat, I'm on something important right now"
"Don't you dare take another step, don't do something you'll regret!"
Itadori's voice took a drastic change, sounding too threatening compared to his usual cheerful tone.
"What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone, I don't have time for this."
Sukuna looked at the horrified girl who was just a few meters away from him, he pushed his brother away with one hand with the intention of walking towards where she was, however he was stopped and subdued on the ground by Megumi.
“Don't even try it, you disgusting scoundrel.”
“Leave me alone, you fucking bastards!”
While the three men argued and fought among themselves, Nobara also came out of her hiding place and walked towards the frightened woman, being careful not to exalt her even more, Kugisaki placed his hands on her shoulders trying to calm her down.
"Are you okay? “Did he do something to you?”
The girl's hands remained covering her mouth, completely surprised by the situation. She instantly left Nobara and ran quickly to where Sukuna was lying on the ground.
"What are you doing?! Get your hands off him!"
Megumi and Itadori's movements stopped, still holding Sukuna on the ground, they turned to look completely surprised at the owner of that little voice, their minds went blank as they watched her approach, she put her hands on Fushiguro's chest. making an attempt to push him away from the red-eyed twin.
"What are you doing to my boyfriend?! Leave him alone!"
Still bewildered, Itadori was the first to move away and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder for him to do the same, allowing Sukuna to stand up a little dazed.
"I don't know what 'Kuna did to you, but what you are doing is not right, it is not right to intimidate others, problems are solved by talking"
You stood in front of your boyfriend trying to be the one to defend him this time, you used to be a little shy when talking to strangers, but you weren't going to let your lover be the victim of such an unfair situation.
"Honey, calm down. They are—"
"No, love! They were very mean to you, no matter who they are!"
You knew that Sukuna had a special weakness for you that made him want to protect you from any danger, everyone told you that, obviously he would also want to take control of this situation in his hands. No, this time it was your turn to protect him, to be his knight in shining armor.
On the other hand, there were also the three idiots who had tried to play detective, watching the situation in astonishment.
"She... just called him love"
“Yes, she really did”
"I can't believe it"
Ryomen had tried to calm his girlfriend's little anger by taking her hands and caressing them, it worked for a few seconds until that trio spoke again.
Upon hearing the incredulous voices of those strangers, you let go of Sukuna's hands and walked a few steps close to those you thought were criminals.
"Listen, my parents are very important people, I will make sure you are punished appropriately"
Your acute and sweet angry voice was silenced by Sukuna's lips, one of his large hands finding a place on your waist while the other caressed your soft cheek.
"It's okay, princess"
"No, it's not okay-"
You tried to reply to his deep voice, you would be lying if you said it didn't make you shiver, his voice was only directed at you, only for you to hear, that made you calm down and also lowered the tone of your voice.
"Pretty, this is my stupid brother and his friends."
"...Impossible, it can't be…, they were subduing you"
"Don't worry, I'm sure they have a good explanation for doing all this, right?"
The affectionate look that Sukuna had given his supposed girlfriend had changed drastically when he turned to look at his friends, removed his touch from his beloved and walked towards the frightened trio, cracking the fingers of his fists.
"Last words?"
Approximately 10 minutes had passed after that disastrous encounter, Sukuna had considered himself generous that day so he decided to take his brother and his friends to the house where they should have stayed from the beginning, very kind, it had nothing to do with his girlfriend will look at those three idiots like abandoned puppies.
"How were we supposed to know you were visiting your girlfriend?"
"What kind of dates are you taking her on?"
"Yeah, you looked like you were about to commit a crime!"
Of course Itadori, Megumi and Nobara tested their patience throughout the car ride, complaining from the back seats and trying to alleviate the pain caused by the car owner's blows. Your curious little eyes turned to look at the trio with intrigue.
"Why do you say that?"
None of them knew how to answer your question, the answer was so obvious that they thought you were stupid or blind, of course none of them said that thought out loud, not when they felt Sukuna's psychopathic gaze in the rearview mirror. However, that didn't stop Yuji from continuing the conversation either.
"You were alone in that horrible and dangerous place, it is the perfect opportunity for a madman"
"Oh, that..."
Your calm reaction to that comment only confused them more, you were too sweet to be in those places and even worse to be there with Sukuna for no good reason.
"Her parents are renowned people and they do not agree with our relationship, that is why we must meet in the most discreet places possible"
"Sometimes dad hires people to watch me, so our meeting point for dates is that place."
The older twin's words left the dynamic trio thinking, especially Itadori and Nobara, Megumi didn't really care much, your complementation made them imagine a current version of Romeo and Juliet. The explanations of your strange relationship had clarified most of his doubts regarding the strange day.
"Wait, what about the flowers?"
Nobara's comment made all the attention focus on Ryomen who wrinkled his face in confusion until he remembered the detail that his friend was talking about at the same time that he stopped the car in front of his house.
"What flowers?"
"Oh right, I brought you something"
Sukuna got out of the car and went to the back taking something out of the trunk, a nice big bouquet of flowers appeared in front of you held by your handsome boyfriend.
"Oh, honey, you shouldn't have bothered."
"It's no bother when I can make you happy"
You received the beautiful flowers in your small hands, allowing yourself to smell them, such a fresh smell while you lovingly observed your loved one and he returned the same look, absorbed in that cloying atmosphere.
Of course that beautiful moment was not the most comfortable for everyone present, much less for Yuji Itadori imitating his twin with a shrill and annoying voice, since he had never seen his brother in that silly state.
"It's no bother when I can make you happy"
“I'm going to kick your ass”
Megumi couldn't stay silent for long either, because something kept echoing in her mind.
"But the meaning of flowers..."
"Excuse me?"
You looked at him with a smile so sweet and innocent that he hesitated for a second on his next words.
“Those flowers have a negative meaning…”
"It's funny you think my 'Kuna knows the meaning of flowers"
"We should have assumed that"
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So Daddy - LN
Request from @rbmv33 - I saw that someone gave lando a daddy bracelet. I was wondering if you could do where the reader see the bracelet and jokes around with him and calls him daddy but he doesn’t realize it’s a joke 🩷🩷
I'm sorry, I think you wanted smut. For some reason I just have no inspiration/motivation for smut rn. Idk, Idk when it'll come back to me. I'm really sorry.
Themes: Suggestions of a daddy kink
No part 2 request please
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With Lando being so much busier than usual since there's so many more fan events in Melbourne compared to the average race weekend. Y/n has been just enjoying herself wondering around getting to move around the paddock and track on her own.
But when she does finally catch him with him, he's very much latched onto her though he's caught in conversation with some other people while hugging her back against him.
She's actually just fidgeting with his hand and tidying his bracelets a little when she notices one and while there's a chance he noticed what it said, he also puts bracelets on blindly.
"Sorry, baby. I gotta go." Lando states after the conversation apparently ends.
"It's alright, daddy." Y/n shrugs meaning to sound more teasing but she figures he'll figure it out.
"I-Ok." Lando nods frowning slightly but just sort of accepting it before he kisses her then takes off since he does actually really need to go.
It's not till later that Lando sees her again and this time she's lying on a sofa in the McLaren unit that, he sits down managing to pull her so she's lying with her head on his lap.
"Hey, beautiful." Lando smiles still having thoughts about the earlier name.
"Hi, daddy." Y/n mumbles still focused on something on her phone with her brows furrowed, again it was meant to come out more teasing but her mum is texting her in a conversation about plans for Silverstone despite it being ages away. "Ah, why is she like this? I swear, the woman is 11 hours behind us, it's like the middle of the night there and she's on the phone hassling me."
Lando smiles pinching her phone from her hands and tossing it off to the side.
"Problem fixed." Lando smiles making her look at him and smile a little before she grins at him. "You coming to the garage with me?"
"Uhhh...yeah, I just need to run to the bathroom. I'll be right back, daddy."
As soon as she's gone Lando leans back, trying to contain himself. Is it seriously turning him on? She's being so casual about it, is she testing the waters with something?
"Alright, ready to go?" Y/n smiles brightly reappearing making him uncover his hands from his face. "Are you ok you look a little...flush?"
"I'm good. Let's go." Lando nods standing up and taking her hand.
"Ok daddy."
Finally got the tone right to tease him. But Lando still doesn't react like she expects. Which she knows can only mean one thing...he's not mad about it nor does he want her to stop.
Lando looks almost stressed by the time they get to the garage and she can't lie that it's pretty amusing to see him so stressed out about it.
"We are leaving as soon as I've debriefed. So be ready to leave." Lando states as she moves to stand in the team guest spectator area in the garage.
"Yes, daddy."
Max's head whips around at that but he can't get a word out before Lando has disappeared from next to them.
"Did you just call him daddy?" Max questions not even thinking to leave the whole thing alone.
"He has a bracelet from a fan that says daddy, and I noticed started calling him it but he's not said anything yet." Y/n smiles crossing her arms while Max makes a noise of disgust.
"He's probably enjoying it."
"Well..." Y/n shrugs not actually caring about Max knowing far too much. She knows he's got secrets with Lando so there's no point in trying to cover for him.
"I'm traumatised." Max shudders while she just smiles and pats his shoulder.
"Just think of the stuff I'm not telling you about."
"Y/n, please." Max groans while she just grins, living for any way to torment her boyfriend's best friend. "I don't need to know."
"But I trust you enough to tell you anyway." Y/n grins then patting his shoulder. "You should be happy I like you so much, a lot of girlfriends and best friend have beef."
"I wish we had beef if I meant I didn't have to hear this."
"Max, that's so mean." Y/n pouts before grinning at him. "But I forgive you."
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"Hey, daddy." Y/n greets as soon as she sees Lando, leaning back on the sofa and smiling as his hand comes to her throat, gently squeezing it as he leans down to kiss her.
"Hey, baby." Lando smiles rubbing his thumb on her pulse. "We're going out for dinner."
"We are?" Y/n hums earning a short nod. Honestly the way he's looking at her is beginning to make her feel hot.
"Yeah, we'll go back to the hotel. You can get dressed in something nice and I'm taking you out for dinner." Lando states making her look at him for a moment. "Come on, baby."
Y/n seems to wait a couple beats before she stands up and moves with him.
-
It's not till they're sitting across from each other that y/n decides to comment on Lando's reaction to her calling him daddy.
"So you like the whole daddy thing?" She asks not feeling bad for asking.
"Maybe I do. But you started it...so you mustn't hate it."
She doesn't in fact, it's something she really thought she'd hate but with Lando it feels annoyingly good.
"I don't hate calling you daddy...but it was that because of that bracelet."
He's just so happened to take off his bracelets before they came out for dinner when he got changed into a suit and shirt. Fuck.
"Bracelet?" Lando frowns in confusion. "What bracelet?"
"I knew you didn't notice. The bracelet from your fans. One of them said daddy...but for the record you are definitely giving me sugar daddy vibes right now." Y/n admits almost feeling shy when she says it.
It's as if she just unlocked a different side to her boyfriend and she didn't realise this side existed till now. But it might just be her new favourite.
Lando smirks a little as y/n bites her lip a little as their peace is disturbed by the arrival of the food.
"So...daddy...how often should I be calling you that?" Y/n asks as she pokes her fork into her pasta.
"As often as possible would be preferable." Lando shrugs making her clear her throat a little and shift. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah...I'm just thinking." Y/n mumbles making him raise his eyebrows in question. "I may have traumatised Max earlier with this..."
Lando seems to almost choke on the bite of food in his mouth.
"You traumatised him?" Lando laughs making her sigh.
"I didn't think you might genuinely turned on by being called daddy, but I was joking about it with him earlier when he heard me say it in the garage and he definitely didn't want to know." Y/n smiles making Lando grin. "He'll just have to get over it."
"I'm sure he appreciates that."
"Not my fault your fans has forced me to acknowledge you're daddy material." Y/n states then pausing while Lando gets a mouthful of food. "You'll have to make sure you wear that bracelet again so they all know."
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Pre wedding Mob Bucky/Fairy story where Bucky wants to get her some sex toys a) because she’s single and frustrated and b) to give her an alternative to hooking up with random strangers at clubs. Cue the texts that get increasingly more dirty and orgasms on both sides.
love it.
talk you through it
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content warning: mob!bucky x best friend!f!reader, mature themes, phone sex, bucky telling you how to. you know. fuck i need him so bad, jerk off instructions, mutual masturbation.
p.s. the 355 is now on uk netflix so i watched it and. my goodness it was terrible. so bad. but i just skipped through and watched all of nick fowler's parts and it put me in a mob!bucky mood so here we go.
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"So now, I've got to pick up his slack and take on Christen's cases since she decided to quit," You say with a huff while stabbing your fork into your dauphinoise potatoes.
Watching you, unable to kill his small smile, Bucky shakes his head. "I know exactly what you need, fairy - a break," He says, reaching out to take your hand. "Let me take you away. Somewhere warm, where we don't have to do anything but eat fresh fruit on the beach. Just say the word."
Your heart pangs. How desperately you wish you could just fly away to somewhere tropical with him, but you can't. When you became his friend two years ago and realized how much money and power he had, you swore you wouldn't ever get comfortable using any of it. "I can't, Bucky," You sigh. "I still haven't passed probation yet. Mr. Barber could fire me for the smallest thing, and I think jetting off while the firm burns to the ground is more than reason enough."
Bucky hums, displeased with your predicament. He hates how dependant you are on your job, but he knows you'd rather that than depend on him. It would be so easy for him to buy you your own law firm, but you'd sooner be unemployed than take a handout. Your pride is something that both amazes and frustrates him.
"Tonight will be fun though, and I'll be able to take my mind off work," You say, mostly trying to convince yourself. "After your meeting at Half Glass we can go to a more fun bar. Or maybe even a club!"
"You wanna go to a club?" Bucky asks you with a soft chuckle as he carves into his steak.
"Why not?" You ask with a shrug. "Just because I'm not a student anymore doesn't mean I don't like partying. And maybe I'll meet a cute guy."
Bucky glances up at you, freezing with his fork held up to his mouth. "Excuse me?" He utters, raising a brow.
"It's been a while, you know," You tell him, lowering your voice so the other diners don't hear. "I'm single. I have needs. Meeting guys is hard now I'm not in college."
"So, you're just gonna find some schmuck in a club, too drunk to get hard and too dumb to know what to do with you?" Bucky asks you, offended. "No, fairy."
"What do you mean, no?" You ask with a scoff.
He leans forward, eyes narrow. "Don't you know me by now?" He questions you lowly. "You think I'd let you do that? Put yourself in danger like that?"
You roll your eyes. "I can take care of myself, and not every guy out there is dangerous."
"First of all: don't fucking roll your eyes at me," He says bluntly, no hint of humor to his tone. "And secondly: I'm not letting you go home with a stranger tonight."
"But-"
"No buts, fairy," Bucky cuts you off sternly. "That's it. You're not changing my mind on this, so don't bother trying."
You let out a sigh, knowing there's no point in arguing with him when he's like this. "I'm just... frustrated, you know?" You admit quietly, looking down at your plate. "It's been a while."
Bucky observes you silently for a few moments before he speaks again. "Frustrated, huh?" He repeats, making you cringe inwardly. "So, what do you need a guy for?"
You look up to meet his eyes with a frown. "Uh, you ever heard of sex?" You ask him dryly.
He snorts. "Shut up, fairy. You know what I mean. Just... sort yourself out," He suggests casually. "Do what I do when I'm horny and alone."
"Fuck a fleshlight?" You ask teasingly.
"Fuck you, I don't own a fleshlight," He claims defensively, before relaxing. "I've heard vibrator technology has come a long way. You can even get some that have multiple-"
"I don't need a sex toy," You tell him curtly.
"You don't already own one?" He wonders. "No wonder you're so frustrated, fairy."
"I don't need one!" You repeat, refusing to admit that the idea of a vibrator does intrigue you.
"Alright, baby," Bucky mumbles, smirking. "If you say so."
He doesn't bring it up again that night, but you can tell by the look on his face that he isn't letting it go.
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A week passes and you don't get a chance to think about the conversation you had with Bucky. Work has been hectic and you've been staying behind late every day this week, so now that it's Friday, you're looking forward to having a nap as soon as you get home.
The second you enter your bedroom, you see it. A box wrapped in black paper sitting on middle of your bed. You don't recognize it as anything that you bought or were expecting to be delivered, so you instantly assume it's something dangerous.
You quickly pull out your phone and call Bucky, who picks up after a couple of rings.
"Evening, fairy," He answers smoothly. "Get home safe?"
"There's something in my house," You tell him cryptically as you stay close to your bedroom door, half expecting the parcel to explode if you get too close.
"What?" Bucky asks, immediately concerned. "Have you heard someone?"
"No, it's on my bed," You tell him, hearing him sigh with relief at your clarification.
"Oh. Go ahead and open it up," He orders you, and you can hear the smirk on his lips.
"It's from you?" You ask, relaxing as you approach it. "What is it?"
"Open it," He repeats.
You hold the phone between your shoulder and cheek before picking up the box and ripping open the paper. As soon as you see the words Crave Joy Vibrator on the box, you drop it back onto your bed. "James Buchanan Barnes!"
He laughs heartily at your reaction. "You're welcome, fairy."
"I'm not thankful!" You exclaim, curiously scanning the box. "I told you, I don't need one - I wouldn't even know where to start with this thing?"
"Need me to talk you through it?" He asks you slyly.
"Buck-"
"Get on the bed."
Your breath hitches in your throat at his blunt command. Once you remember how to breathe, you scoff. "Excuse me?"
"You know I don't like repeating myself, fairy," He says with a warning tone.
An incredulous laugh leaves your mouth but you do as he says; something you find hard not to do. Ever since you met, Bucky's had a weird hold on you - perhaps it's the same hold he has on everyone he meets, but it makes it so you can't go too long before giving in to what he wants.
"Now, what?" You ask with a whisper as you stare up at the ceiling.
"Have you got the toy in your hand?" He asks lowly, making your stomach flutter.
The silicone vibrator sits in your palm, your breaths getting heavier just at the thought of what's about to happen. "Yes," You reply.
"Good girl," Bucky mumbles, sending a shiver down your spine. "Now, take off that tiny, black skirt you're wearing."
Your eyes widen. "How did you-"
"It's Friday. That cute intern you like is in, so you put on the sluttiest skirt you own to impress him," He tells you coolly. "Didn't you, fairy?"
Glancing down at the skirt that barely meets your mid-thigh, you let out a soft laugh. "It's not that short."
"In fact, leave it on," Bucky changes his mind. "Pull down your panties."
You've never done anything like this before, much less with him, so you hesitate. "Bucky-"
"There'll be plenty of opportunity for you to say my name later on. For now, just do as I say. Do you understand me?"
A shaky breath escapes your mouth. "Yes."
"Good. Panties off."
You pull them down your legs, tossing them to the side. Your heart skips a beat as you feel the cool air against your pussy, teasing you, as though it knows you're about to do something naughty.
"Turn the vibrator on. I wanna hear it," Bucky orders you.
You open your eyes and look at the vibrator, turning it around until you spot the power button. You press it once, twice, three times before realizing you need to hold it down, and when you do, the sudden vibration makes you gasp.
"That's it. We can stick to the first setting for now," He says slyly.
"That's only the first setting?" You ask, equally amazed as you are nervous.
"Put it against your clit."
Your heart races as you slowly move the vibrator to between your legs, gasping when you feel it against your skin. Bucky's voice alone has got you soaked already, so your pussy more than welcomes the vibrator as you bring it to your clit. Immediately, your legs freeze up as you suck in a gasp. Shuddering gasps escape your mouth. You've never felt anything like this before.
"That feel good, baby?" Bucky asks, and you can hear some fumbling from his end before the sound of a zipper. This is the first time anything sexual has happened between you, but it feels too good for you to fear what it means for your friendship.
"Yes," You whimper as your hips buck up. "Oh, fuck."
"You sound so fucking sexy," He mumbles as his breathing gets heavier. "Keep going, fairy. Don't stop." His hand is wrapped around his cock as he imagines it's yours - no, your mouth - fuck, your pussy. He should feel guilty for thinking of you in that way, but he can't help it. He's been attracted to you since the day you met, and he's spent the past two years being on his best behaviour around you, but he can no longer hold back. But it sounds like you're enjoying it just as much as him.
"Oh, fuck," You whimper as your back arches up off the bed. "Jamie, please."
Bucky's mind goes blank. That's the first time you've called him that - Jamie - and it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. "Shit, call me that again," He groans. "You've got me so fucking hard, fairy."
"Jamie," You whine. "Jamie, feels so good."
"Atta girl," He mumbles between heavy breaths. "Don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop. Feel good?"
"Yes," You reply instantly as your legs shudder.
"Play with your tits, fairy," He orders you lowly. "Want you to get your nipples nice and hard for me."
With a shaky breath, you put your phone on speaker before resting it on the pillow above your head. Using your now-free hand, you rub and stroke your nipples, letting out small whimpers as you do so.
"That's it, rub 'em softly for me. They getting hard?" He asks, and you can hear the sound of his hand gently making contact with his balls as he jerks himself off. You shouldn't be so comfortable with this situation, but you can't help it. Bucky's only ever made you feel safe, even now, as he's touching himself to the sound of you touching yourself.
"They're so hard, Jamie," You whisper, arching your back off the bed as the vibrator continues stimulating your clit.
"Good girl. Go ahead and pull on 'em," He says, his voice lower and more gruff than usual. "Twist them for me, fairy."
You let out a whine as you do as he says, the tinge of pain only adding to your pleasure.
"Don't stop," Bucky orders. "Keep going. Keep pulling them, I don't care if it hurts."
"Jamie," You cry out, feeling your climax swiftly approach. "I'm so fucking close."
"Yeah? You almost there, baby?" He asks you teasingly as his own breaths quicken. "I'm - fuck - I'm close, too. Want me to cum for you?"
"Please," You immediately reply. "Please, Jamie, I need you to cum for me."
"Don't worry, baby, it's all yours," He says, his words music to your ears. "C'mon, fairy, cum. Be my good girl. Can you do that for me?"
Every inch of your skin feels like it's on fire as your cunt squeezes around nothing. With a sudden jolt, you cum, letting out a strangled moan of his name. "Jamie, Jamie, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," You repeat like a mantra.
"Fuck, that's my girl," He groans. "I'm cumming so hard for you. Fuck."
The two of you let out harmonious moans as you ride through your orgasms, still too blissful to care about the implications this has for your friendship. As you come down from your high, you listen to Bucky's grunts, each one sending a shiver down your spine.
"Oh, shit," He whispers between heavy breaths. "Think that's the hardest I've ever cum."
"Me- me too," You reply weakly, switching off the vibrator and tossing it to the side.
There's a short silence, and for a second you wonder whether he's hung up, but then his voice comes through the phone again. "How you feeling, fairy?"
You can't help but laugh, in disbelief at what just happened. "Good. I'm good," You reply honestly. "You?"
Bucky lets out a content sigh before a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. "Yeah, I'm good too," is his answer. "Wanna go get some dinner?"
"Can we watch that movie after?" You request. "You promised we would as soon as it came out."
"Alright, alright. But if it's as terrible as I know it will be, I'm walking out," He threatens, though you know he never would.
"Fine," You say with a smile. "Pick me up in an hour?"
"I'll see you then, fairy."
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Caregiver
Posted:10/14/23
Title: Caregiver
Yandere Sanji x F reader
Summary: The straw hats find you stranded and straved in the middle of the ocean. Flashing back to his own past Sanji makes it his mission to nurse you back to health. Unfortunately for you, he seems to enjoy your helplessness a little too much.
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Word Count: 4281
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Warnings: yandere, smut w/ plot, extreme starvation,
🔞Smut content: Non-Con, Praise kink, Fingering, Cunniligus
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
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The last of your energy was spent firing your final flare. Red exploded in the sky brightly. "Please..." You had just enough strength to keep yourself sitting up. Luckily you saw the ship turn in your direction. A ram's head decorated the front of the pirate's ship. You gulped at the Jolly Roger sporting a straw hat. You hoped you hadn't survived this long just to be fed to hungry heartless pirates. "M-Mercy... please..." You whispered. The ship got bigger, and a bright red shirt stood out on its deck. "Hey! Do you need help?!" You barely heard. Shaking you try to stand only to fall completely unconscious.
The warmth of weighted sheets shields your cold body. You groaned, opening your eyes. The weakness was too strong for you to move more than your head. The smell of delicious food filled your nose. You must be dreaming. "F-food..." Your dry mouth begs. "It's okay. I have food right here." A kind voice says. Strong arms help you sit up against the pillows. The voice's source was revealed to be a handsome young blonde man. "You must be starving..." You couldn't respond. "Here, drink first." You don't question him when he places a glass to your lips. The refreshing liquid tastes heavenly as it rewets your dry mouth. "There you go... good job." The man praises you as you gulped down all the water. "My name is Sanji. I'm the cook of this pirate crew. We call ourselves the straw hats. You are in no danger. I promise. We just want to help." He tries not to overwhelm you with too much information. "Here. Some soup to refuel you." Sanji figures with how weak you were soup would be the easiest for you to get down and keep down. Carefully, he spoon-feeds you. Your skeletal frame was apparent when Zoro lifted you into the ship. Due to the extreme weight loss, your rags of clothes barely fit. Sanji was horrified to see you in such a state. He was surprised that you could even lift your head. You moaned at the meal. "Th-" Sanji quietly shushes you when you try to thank him. "Don't try to talk. Just use your energy to eat." He wouldn't be surprised if you collapsed again. That's why he was trying to feed you immediately. Once the bowl was finished, he poured some more water out of a jug that sat next to him. "Drink." The soft demand was welcome as you gulped it down. "T-thank..." You couldn't finish. Sanji smiles all the same. "You're welcome. I could never let a lady starve. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." His flirtatiousness goes over your foggy mind. Your arms lay trapped under the sheets, unable to move. "Do you have a name, beautiful?" You open your mouth, causing Sanji to lean in close. "Y/n..." You say in a whisper. "Y/n? That's a wonderful name." He brushes your tangled hair out of your sunburnt face. "Can you get some rest for me y/n? I'll give you plenty more food when you wake up. How does that sound?" You barely nod, but he sees it. "Good girl." He carefully more body to lay down again. "I'll even get you some fresh clothes. That is more suitable for a young lady like you~" He pulls the sheet to your bony chest. You were out before he got to the door. He looks at your sleeping face with sadness, flashing back to his days stuck on that rock.
The next morning, you were still too weak to move. Same as before, Sanji waited in a chair next to the bed with warm food. "Sleep well?" He asked. Groaning was the only noise you could muster. Sanji lifts you to lay against the pillows and begins to feed you the same as before. Suddenly, the bedroom door flies open, and a young man in a red shirt and a straw hat busts in. "Hi! I'm Luffy! What's your name? How did you end up on that rock? How long were you out there? Are you a pirate, too? Are you gonna eat that?" Sanji jumps in. "Luffy! Please, they're too weak for all this excitement." Luffy slaps a hand over his mouth and nods. "Why don't you go inform the other breakfast is ready," Sanji asks politely while feeding you another bite. Luffy looks at him guilty, causing Sanji to sigh. "Please tell me you didn't scoff it all down." Luffy smiles. "Okay, then I won't, even if that's what happened!" Sanji lifts a bite of your mouth watching your sunburnt lips wrap around it. "Get out, Luffy." He demands. "Okay! It was nice meeting you!" The young boy says before leaving. "How is it I never have enough food to feed that boy?" Sanji asks you rhetorically. "Oh! These are from our navigator, Nami." He shows you clean clothes. "She's also offered to bathe you after breakfast. She said it makes sense for her to do it since she is the only other woman on our crew at the moment. Isn't that so considerate of her?" He informed you blushing. Once you get all the food down and chase it will water. Sanji picked you up in his arms. His arms were strong yet held a lot of gentleness in their actions. Your bony face presses against his chest, allowing his heartbeat to sing in your ear. Sanji carries you to the ship's kitchen and carefully sets you down next to the window. "You're a lucky girl getting to see my magic in action~" Once more, his flirtatiousness went over your starved mind. Your weakness felt paralyzing. "Geese Sanji. Leaving the poor girl alone. She almost died out there. No need to torture her." A feminine voice says, entering. You groan, turning your head to see her sit next to you. "I'm Nami. Don't pay Sanji much mind he flirts with anything that has legs." You recognized her name. "C-cloth-" you try to say. "Yes, honey. she is the one who gave you clothes." Sanji conforms for you. "Oh yeah, those were my clothes. If you'd like, I can go ahead and bathe you. My breakfast can wait. I don't mind." Sanji's smile twitches. "You said you would do that after breakfast." He tries to cover his annoyance in a sweet voice. "Yeah, but I'm sure she'd feel better after a bath. Then get back in bed to rest up. Breakfast will be there.", "I wouldn't be too sure about that." Sanji jokes. She turns back to you. You do your best to conform with s slight nod. "Suit yourself. Let me at least help carry her to the bath."
Sanji closes the door behind himself as he leaves the bathroom. His hand grips the handle tight. His gaze doesn't leave it. The sound of the bath beginning to run meets his ears. "Alright. Let's get you out of these old rags." Nami says, causing Sanji to gulp and force himself off the handle. 'I could've bathed her... why didn't I offer before her...' Sanji thinks to himself. The sound of Nami helping you into the bath caused him to hurry back to the kitchen.
It had been a few weeks, and you were making a slow recovery. You were able to slowly feed yourself but still need someone to carry you around and do more straining activities. Since you arrived on the ship, Sanji took it upon himself to be your main caregiver. To which no one opposed. For one, he's the chef, and two everyone knows he went through something similar. If anyone knows what to do, it's Sanji. "Here you go, mon amour." He says, seating you at the kitchen table. "Thank you..." He kisses your forehead. You were still too frail to stop him even if the sweet gesture was welcome.
What you had originally thought to be the start of a caring friendship with Sanji had slowly become uncomfortable. His actions were always easy for him to pass off to the crew as him simply providing for you during your recovery. However, you felt he was getting too comfortable. For example, he took it upon himself to dress you. Nami used to do it but suddenly it was his job. Nami had protested a little, asking what he was up to. At the time, you couldn't tell her that he was lying in saying you wanted him to do it. Which made a good gateway for him to begin to bathe you as well. "No... want Nami..." You cough out as Sanji takes off the shirt he bought you. "Sshhhh. It's alright, love. You know I can take much better care of you than she can." He was happy to see you beginning to gain weight. Sanji lifts your naked body into the warm bath. "P-please... Want Nami..." You try to cover yourself from the blonde even if this wasn't the first time he's bathed you against your will. Sanji continues to whisper sweet nothings to you as he takes his time to wash you. Luckily, most of the sunburns were healed, so the washcloth didn't hurt as bad anymore. You will admit he was always softer than Nami. Sanji rubs the dead skin off your back. Your hands hold onto one of his arms to keep yourself upright. "Want Nami..." You repeat. "No honey... you don't want her..." Sanji reassures you with a surprising amount of patience left. He moves the cloth to your breast, taking his time to grope them with the rag. "Nami can't care for a good girl like you, not like I can~" Your chest jerks a little when he lightly pinches your nipple with the cloth. His eyes fall to your soapy chest, looking at the erect nipples. "Alright, time to stand." You hated this part the most. Holding on his arms tightly, he helps you stand to wash your gentiles. You didn't look at him as he took his time to rub the soapy washcloth against you. "Have I ever told you what a good girl you are?" Sanji says in your ear. You slowly nod as he continues the movement. He smiles. "Good because you are~" Sanji's middle finger finds your clit through the cloth and rubs it enough to feel but not to give any real pleasure. He presses his nose in your wet hair to smell the shampoo. The action didn't last long as he moved to rub your butt with the soapy rag. Your knees begin to shake from weakness, and Sanji helps you back down. He rinses you off before draining the tub.
He wraps you in a warm, fluffy towel and holds you against him. His hands rubbed your body as he held you. "Doesn't that feel better, honey?" He asked, never expecting an answer. Sanji lifts you to set you on the closed toilet. He made it a ritual to pamper you with body lotions and perfumes. Sanji peels the towel off you, letting it fall. Kneeling in front of you, he begins to rub your damp skin with a new lotion. "I found this one on my last grocery outing. Though you'd like the smell." It was a sweet vanilla scent which tended to be his favorite for you. His hand rubs your arms, then your neck before squeezing out more lotion for your breast. Sanji's hands cup your chest and slowly massage. If Nami was helping you, she wouldn't make this sensual and weird. Nami was effective, making sure to never take longer than necessary for both your comforts. Sanji's wet thumbs rub your nipples causing you to try and grab his hand. Frail fingers wrap around his wrist in a loose grip. "Aww, you don't have to be shy. I know you like it when I care for you~" You don't meet his eyes. Sanji kisses your cheek and moves on. He rubs your legs and feet to release tension. "I'd carry you everywhere if you let me. Even when you're strong again. Your feet would never touch the ground if I could help it~" Sanji had gotten into the habit of telling you his fantasies, knowing you can't protest them. Last but not least, Sanji stands you to rub lotion on your ass. His hands were big and delicate while he needed your flesh like dough. Your hands gripped his button-down. "B-bad man..." You squeaked out, hiding your face in his chest. "Aww, you don't mean that. You must still be delirious from all the time stranded. Poor thing~" He kisses your head and helps you dress in the panties he bought you as well as your new clothes. Sanji loved shopping for you. How could he not spoil you?
You think back to those baths as you gaze out the kitchen window. As you slowly gained your voice back, you tried to voice to Nami and the crew that Sanji was creepy, but it was always your word against his. "She's still delirious. We can't expect her mind to be 100% for a long while. Trust me, I know from experience." That was his trump card. He uses his own stranded story against yours. Sanji sits down with your dinner. "I can feed myself." You say. "I know, mon amour. Open." He feeds you anyway. Sanji moves your legs to lay over his leg and holds you with an arm around your waist. His shoulder presses into your bony back. The food was always amazing. At first, you thought it was from starvation, but come to find out, he was just that good. Not having much energy, you close your eyes to enjoy the food. "Open..." Your mouth would open on command. Sanji could see your pretty pink tongue was no longer dry. "Good girl..." He whispered. The rest of the crew was doing whatever it was they did in the evening. Zoro is either napping or working out. Nami drawing while Usopp and Luffy goof off. Then there was Sanji playing your 24/7 caregiver and living for every moment. "I just noticed how doll-like you are, mon amour." You didn't like wherever this thought was leading, but he didn't elaborate and you didn't ask. Simply kept feeding you.
You ended up falling asleep on Sanji when the crew got together to watch the sunset. He had you on his lap with his blazer covering you. Zoro stood behind the group, who were spread out on a blanket. He stared at the back of Sanji's head, trying hard to figure out what was going on with him. Zoro had his doubts about Sanji since you started to talk. "Sanji... b-bad man -" You tried to tell him only for Sanji to cut off reminding the crew that your mind was still "muddy". If you were being taken advantage of, Zoro wanted to step in. However, on the surface, it just seemed like regular old Sanji. "I should get her to bed..." Sanji announces in a hushed tone. Goodbye, when exchanged as he carries you off. Due to the lack of bedrooms, you share a room with Sanji. You didn't like it, but he claimed it would help him watch over you. You groaned as Sanji lays you down, but don't wake up.
Soft, gentle pleasure made you squirm. "Mhm~" you moaned, eyes still closed. The feeling of your clit being rubbed slowly begins to wake you. "Mmh~" you moaned again. "Good girl..." His voice whispered. Your eye fluttered open. Sanji was hovering over you. Resting on his forearm next to your head as he watches himself work your clit. "S-sanji?" He looks up to meet your gaze with a bright smile. "Hi, Mon amour~" He kisses your cheek. "Mhm...what..." You try to shake the sleepiness. "Ssh, just relax. Let me take care of you~" You groan in protest as his circling movements increase. The bed sheets hung over his lower back. He wore his usual suit minus his blazer. Sanji uses his knees to keep your legs pressed down when you attempt to close them. "N-no..." You whispered. "Relax, just wanna make you feel good~" You bite your lip and move your powerless hands to reach for him. "S-stop..." You say causing Sanji to kiss your face again. "Sshhhh... you're okay." Your hips jerk towards him as he presses firm circles into your clit. "Poor thing, probably starved of pleasure and too weak to satisfy yourself~" You turn your face away from him, trying not to cry. "Good thing. I'm here for you. I'll take such good care of you~" His lips meet your neck. The accurate precision of his fingers rubbing you caused your hips to move on their own. "Grrrr...s-stop..." You couldn't build enough strength to scream for help. Sanji's lips find their way behind your ear. You bite your lip hard, trying not to let out any noise. "Relax, mon amour, relax~" you couldn't. Sanji was quickly bringing you to your first orgasm. Desperate to stop the assault your figures wrapped around his wrist. Unfortunately, your strength stops there. Only enough to hold it and not enough to push it away. "S-stop... please..." Sanji nibbled your earlobe. "No, you don't want it to end. Not when it feels so good~" You toss your head back as your climax hits. Sanji speeds up the rubbing to get you through it. "Good girl. Let it happen~" You moan and fall limp. Sanji slows his fingers to a soft pace. He could already see sweat forming on your forehead. "You must have needed that more than I thought. Poor thing, cumming so fast from such little attention. You're so cute~" You couldn't look at him. Staring at the wall, you let tears fall. The feeling of his fingers moves from your clit to your entrance. "You're so wet." He moans in your ear, letting his hard-on press against your leg. "How about another one? Mhm?" Your shake, your head meeting his eyes. Sanji responds with a slow nod. "Yes, I think you'd like that~" He wets his middle finger in your folds before taking his time to push it in. "Mhm!", "There you go, good girl. Just relax~" you bit hard on your lip.
His finger was long and warm, acting as if it had been welcomed. Sanji watches your face studying your reaction. The motions of his finger curling upwards made you squeeze your eyes closed. Then he found it. "Agh!" A pleasure noise escapes from you. "There it is~" Sanji whispers to you, increasing the curling motion. You turn your head in an attempt to hide in the pillow. "Don't hide for me, mon amour." You let out a sob. Sanji kisses your neck again while inserting a second finger. Thrusting is added to the curling motion. His knees hurt your legs as you helplessly squirm under him. "Mhmm." You cruse yourself for every noise you make. His thumb presses against your clit. "You're being so rude, honey. Here I am taking care of you and not one thank you." He increased the movement as he grabbed your face with his other hand. Your eyes squeeze shut. "Look at me." He demands. Your sickly body couldn't handle all this pleasure. His grip tightened on your face. "Look. At. Me." He demands again. Pulling your crying eyes open, his face softens back to his caregiver's demeanor. His eyes hold yours as he brings you closer. Your body is shaking mindlessly. "Say 'Thank you, Sanji'." He instructs in a sing-song voice. His strong hand still holding your face in place. "Gahh...." You grunt at his fast movements. "Say 'Thank you, Sanji' and I'll let you cum again." The wet sounds of Sanji roughly fingering you fill the air. "Sanji..." His eyes began to light up. "That it~," He encouraged. "B-Bad man!" Sanji's eyes widen at the words and yank his fingers out of you. The loss of an orgasm makes you cry. Tears fall from Sanji's face. "I am. Not. A bad man. I'm your caregiver. God damn it!" He whispered shouts in your face, trying not to alert any of the crew. "You're just a frail little lady in need of care. I've done nothing but provide and love you." You're inside rawred for release.
Sanji's noise presses against yours while his heartbroken eyes hold yours. "And you hate me for it?!" Delusion constructs his memories of the past few weeks to be harmless acts of love. Shielding himself from the reality of his predatory actions. His vision blurs as tears repeatedly refill. You whine as your gentiles throb. Then, a thought made his face fall soft. "Maybe... maybe your mind really is still in survival mode... yes... that has to be it." Sanji's eyes break from his thoughts to meet your face. "S-sanji~" You couldn't take the edging pain. "Is that it, honey?" Hot tears roll down your cheeks. "Oh honey, that is it. Isn't it? You poor little..." He kisses the corner of your eye. "Sanji... please, it hurts." He briefly smiles. Delusional thoughts rebuild the cracks in his fantasy. "I'm here, mon amour. I'll always take care of you. But I still need you to say it... thank me~" You bite your lip to hold back a sob. "T-" You start but almost cry instead. Sanji's hand had long since left its rough hold to cress your face. "It's okay. Take your time, baby~" He had all night. Unfortunately, you didn't. "Thank... thank you, S-sanji." Swallowing your pride you're able to say it. A floodgate has been opened, and you can't stop sobbing as the words spill out of you. "Thank you, Sanji. Thank you, Sanji." He smiles, watching your mind go. "Good girl. Keep going." He moves to kiss down your nightshirt, then your exposed stomach before stopping at your vulva. "Thank you, Sanji... t-thank you, Sanji." He kisses your clit gently causing your hips to buck aggressively out of desperation. Sanji chuckles and holds your hips down. "Sanji..." You say, looking into his hungry eyes before he dives into your pussy tongue first. "Aghh. Thank you. Thank you~" You mindlessly moan at the feeling. Sanji hums into you. The vibrations fling your head back. "THANK YOU! Thank-" A firm hand covers your mouth. He never lifts off of you to explain you're too loud. He simply keeps thrusting his tongue in and out of you. Your hands gripped his hair roughly to keep him close, scared he'd pull away again.
The hand on your hip moves to hook under your leg to dig his fingernails into your plush thigh. Sanji's eyes roll back shut at your taste. The smell filled his lungs, causing him to become even harder. However, his pleasure was not an object of his tonight. In his mind, all he needed to do was focus on providing for you. "Mmm..." Your mouth when his tongue finds your g spot. Liquids run down Sanji's chin, dripping onto the sheets. Your thighs shake in his grip. The hand covering your mouth moves to stick its fingers in your mouth. Sanji's eyes stare up at you, watching you swallow his fingers. You gag when he presses down on the back of your tongue. Unpleasant with his action to tries to gain enough energy to pull them out but fails. "Ggrhh!" Your gag caused Sanji to moan. He slowly humps the bed before removing his fingers, you cough trying to catch your breath. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Okay? Make noise, and I'll stop." He instructs. You nodded, laying a bony arm over your mouth, and bit down. The newly wet fingers replace his tongue deep inside you while his mouth roughly sucks on your clit. "Mhm!" Your moans are muffled yet still, please, Sanji. His fingers precisely curl into your g spot with speed. The harsh sucking on your clit never let up till it was too much for you. Your eyes roll back as your vision spots. The souls of your feet sting with fire, forcing your toes to curl and your legs to shake. "MHHMHH!!" You screamed into your arm. Sanji helped you ride out your orgasm ending it with kisses to your thumbing abused clit. What little strength you had was gone. Your body lays out in a starfish position, hopeless and powerless. Sanji was lost in love kissing your thighs as he mumbled out praises. "So good~" One of them reached your ears, but the rest were lost in the sound of your heartbeat. Sanji kissed his way up your body. He licks away your tears, letting his body weight lay against you. His boner was apparent. "Look at me, my love~" He whispered, bringing awareness to you that your eyes had closed. Meeting his eyes, you see a look he would give to a playful puppy. "You did so well~" He kisses your lips. "I know I may have startled you, but I was considering your needs weren't being met." His actions were already justified to him. Sanji kisses you knowing you can't respond. "You understand. Right?" Smiling down at you, he moves to kiss your neck. "You're a smart girl. I knew you would~" Sanji's big hand cressed your breast over your shirt. He moaned when he found your nipple and pinched it gently. "I should get you cleaned up, love." He pulls back to look at you. "How does a bath sound?" Your face drains.
Later that night, Sanji carries your clean body back to bed. He found it sweet that you fell asleep in the tube. Also thankful he could have a peaceful moment to himself to run his hands over you to feel and memorize your skin. "Here you go, mon amour~" Sanji lifts the sheets over your shoulders to tuck you in. Before he finds his way to his makeshift hammock not far from you. It was long before he cuddle up against his blanket with his hand on his cock. Sanjis, all blue eyes stare lustfully at you while his fist pumps fast. The images of the night play through his head making his cock throb. "F-fuck~," He grunts. The recent memories make his eyes close. "G-good girl~" He whispered. "My good little girl~"
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bokutosbiceps · 4 months
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bodyguard boyfriend
eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~900 words
warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, cursing
a/n: okay, this was heavily inspired by @pileofmush because she wrote such a beautiful match up for me + zoro that i started to think about how some of my fav boys would be protective over their s/o !! this is more comedic than romantic but i had such a good time writing it :3
18+ MDNI
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eustass kid isn't afraid to straight up tell someone to fuck off. he’ll sneer at them through gritted teeth as he stands behind you, keeping a protective hand on the small of your back. if that alone is not enough to send anyone in a twenty foot vicinity scurrying away, he'll approach whoever has their eyes set on you.
“what the fuck do you think you're looking at?” kid will cross his arms and make himself look bigger, which really isn't necessary with his nearly seven foot frame. “get lost, you piece of shit, or i'll make you regret it.”
if this person isn't stupid, they'll immediately obey and never show their face around you again.
you're always oblivious to others’ attention, though, since kid takes care of it so quickly.
“where'd you go?” you’d ask, looking over your shoulder as kid returned to you.
“nowhere, doll, nothin’ to worry about.” he’d say gruffly before assuming his rightful place next to you and draping an arm over your shoulders.
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monkey d luffy doesn't ever get jealous! he doesn't mind if you talk to other people who may or may not be attractive to you, and he doesn't mind if people blatantly hit on you. it's not like he’d ever really pick up on the fact that someone's flirting with you, anyway.
there are times when he becomes protective, though, and that is if someone is harassing you relentlessly, despite your attempts to free yourself from the situation. 
he’ll place himself between you and the assailant, his arms outstretched as he herds you behind him. all he has to do is glare at them, and the cheerful boy who'd been by your side is quickly replaced by your strong and capable boyfriend, who’d fight the gods themselves to keep you safe and sound.
“leave ‘em alone.” he'd say lowly, and that's the only thing he’d have to do. afterwards, he'd wrap his limbs all the way around you and rub his cheek against yours, speaking to you in a soft voice but with a huge grin on his face to try and cheer you up.
“you doin’ okay? i got rid of ‘em for ya. you'll never hafta worry about ‘em again!”
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roronoa zoro is hyper aware of all of his surroundings. every time you're in public, he notices anyone and everyone who happens to even look in your direction. you'd never know it, though, since he's always good at keeping his cool and aloof in most situations.
“i don’ like the way that person is lookin’ atcha.” zoro would grunt, keeping one hand on his swords and the other wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing into your skin.
“ro, there's no one looking at me. calm down.” you'd say with a chuckle. “be my boyfriend, not my guard dog.”
he'd narrow his eyes at you, a very subtle frown grazing his lips, but he'd comply nonetheless. you're right, after all, there's nothing to worry about. 
so he'd just resort to being glued to your backside, hands on your hips and head on a swivel, glaring daggers at this person until they slink away. once they're gone, he'd smirk and huff a satisfied chuckle, letting himself relax as he rests his head in the crook of your neck and closes his eyes. yeah, he's not too worried about it.
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trafalgar d water law doesn't typically get jealous. if he does, he'll hold it in his heart and let it weigh heavy on his chest and just send death wishes to whoever is taking your attention away at the moment. it's very easy for him to get you out of these situations, though. he doesn't really want to deal with conflict, he's too tired for that shit. so he has a very simple solution.
he’ll approach you and the unwelcome stranger, sighing and taking his hands out of his pockets.
“room.” law raises his hand, sending a devious smirk from underneath his cap toward the stranger. “shambles.”
and then the stranger would be gone, simple as that.
you'd turn to law with an exasperated look. “you just can't help yourself can you?”
he would just exhale a chuckle and pull you close with one arm, not saying a word.
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vinsmoke sanji becomes aggressively aware immediately after anyone of the opposite sex expresses even the most minute amount of interest in you. it could be a smile that looks just a little to friendly or a glance that lasts a little too long, he's on it.
he won't let you notice, though. he'll keep his loving and cheerful demeanor, speaking to you in a sweet voice and continuing to call you by your pet name whenever you speak to him. but he's going to be stalking around you, blocking the pursuer’s line of sight with his body while keeping his hands on your hips.
“i’ll be right back, darling!” he’d tilt your chin up to place a sweet kiss to your lips before quickly approaching the stranger and grabbing them by their collar, dragging them out of the area. 
he wouldn't physically harm them, but he'd shove them against a wall and threaten the fuck out of them. “if you ever so much as look at my precious y/n-chan again, i will personally deliver you to hell.”
then he'd be off, running back to your arms with such zest and sweet excitement!
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taglist: @kingofthe-egirls @chopperwithouthishat @usoppsstar + mush but she's already tagged lolol
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araekniarchive · 2 years
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Can I request a web about being stuck? As in: something happened, someone happened, and you’re frozen in that time because of it.
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@wizardsisananimal, try to find your way out of my wizard maze (x)
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Andrew Grace, Do You Consider Writing to be Therapeutic?
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Daredevil (2015-2018), 2x07: Semper Fidelis
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Trista Mateer, So That’s About It
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Taylor Swift, right where you left me
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Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk
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Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa
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springseasonie · 11 months
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the walls are thin | NJM + LJN (M)
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Roommate Jeno x fem reader x Roommate Jaemin
Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.
Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors
Word count: 7,4k
A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago
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The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.
You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.
"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.
"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.
"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.
"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.
"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.
"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.
It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?
"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.
"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again
"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."
Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.
"You are so spoiled you know that."
You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"
"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."
You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."
"But I like the chase."
You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.
"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.
"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.
"You're funny."
"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.
You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."
Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"
"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.
"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.
"Never gonna happen."
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"Fuck, come on!"
You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.
"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."
Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?
"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.
"Sorry. This game is just-"
"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.
"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."
Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"
"Yeah, just a little," you admit.
"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.
You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"
Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."
The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"
"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."
"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me a question."
"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.
"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."
Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"
"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.
"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."
Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.
"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.
He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.
Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.
"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.
Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."
At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-
"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.
You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"
"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."
You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."
Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.
Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.
"Let me hear you."
You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.
"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.
"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.
"Then say it," he said.
"Say what?"
"What do you want me to do?
"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."
Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."
His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.
"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"
Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.
"Then say it again."
"Make me cum."
"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.
"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."
Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.
"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"
"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.
"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."
Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.
Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"
"Please.."
Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.
Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."
You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.
"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."
"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.
"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."
Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.
Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."
You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.
"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."
He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.
Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.
Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.
"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."
You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.
But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.
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It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.
What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.
And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.
You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.
You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.
"You're such a bitch."
You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"
"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.
You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."
Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"
"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.
"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.
"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.
Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."
"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."
"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.
"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.
"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.
Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.
"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.
"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."
With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."
Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-
"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."
It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.
He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.
"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
"Y-yeah."
He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.
So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.
"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."
"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.
You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"
"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."
Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.
"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.
Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."
And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.
"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.
"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.
"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.
"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"
"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.
Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.
You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.
"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."
His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.
"Y-yeah."
"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.
"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.
"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."
Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.
Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.
You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.
"Look at me when you cum okay?"
"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.
"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.
Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.
"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.
Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.
"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.
"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.
"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.
"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."
"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.
"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.
Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"
Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.
"Spit on it."
His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.
"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.
You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.
His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.
Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.
"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.
"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."
You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."
You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."
There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.
You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."
At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.
"Open your mouth."
Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.
And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.
"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.
"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.
Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.
Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.
You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.
"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."
Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.
"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.
You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.
Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.
"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."
Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.
Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”
Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.
“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.
The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.
Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.
Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.
Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”
Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”
The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.
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part 7 of medieval ghoap x reader
my humble offering to the ecosystem. you've all met Simon "i use jealousy to hide my fear of losing loved ones" Riley. now meet Simon "i'll do morally questionable things that might drastically shift my loved one's perception of me but it's for their own good" Riley😈
warnings: +18 smut, oral (m and f), p in v, cum eating, mention of Moon Tea (birth control referenced in House Of The Dragon), protective!ghoap, soft!ghoap, questionable actions, deceit, emotional manipulation if you squint, Johnny and Simon seducing reader, feelings of self-deprecation, anxiety, insecurities, themes of forced prostitution, elements of sexual violence and trauma.
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Johnny smiles softly as he watches you sleep. his finger just barely grazes your skin as its trailing down the bridge of your nose. he doesn't press the full weight of his touch, afraid that it might rouse you from your slumber.
much like Simon, you're a light sleeper. any drastic shift on the bed and you wake up. it's happened before when he'd wrung the pleasure from your veins and allowed the exhaustion to set in your bones. he thought you'd sleep through the night and he'd get to hold you until dawn.
but he moved too much and your eyes were wide open, already muttering groggy apologies and scrambling to get off the bed, to get out of the room. to run.
you're always running from him. from them.
closing yourself off. the very opposite of a blooming flower. too often, you shy away from Johnny's touch, especially when Simon is present. as if you're afraid that he might bark at you, telling you to step away. or worse... but you can't exactly be faulted for that. Simon has drawn blood for far less and you seem to instinctually know it.
Johnny can't stand the fear in your eyes, even as much as you try to hide it. it's even worse when that fear stems from Simon's presence. although the knight's perception of you has changed, yours hasn't. it pains him because he wants the two of you to get along. maybe even grow to like each other.
Johnny heard his knight's voice from over the shoulder, "how is she?"
the furrow in your brow doesn't sit well with him. neither does the frown on your cut lip. you've curled up into a ball in your sleep, as if to protect yourself from a midnight attack.
"asleep." Johnny responds, caressing your shoulder. "finally..."
except, you don't look very peaceful. hopefully, the tea he gave you will take full effect and you won't wake up at the slightest of sounds.
"did you find the man who hurt her?" he looks to the knight, who had already taken off his mask.
it's strange how he'd do anything for you, much like he'd do for Si and he'd known you a lot longer. what a wicked little thing you are, weaselling your way into both of their hearts without even meaning to, without even wanting to.
and for all of your timid allure and strange intrigue, you're afraid of it. you don't seem to like the power you hold over them.
"i did." Simon quietly confirms. "he's been disposed of."
slowly, the knight takes off his armour, careful not to make too much noise in case you're startled awake by it. he's extra cautious when he climbs on the bed and takes a closer look at you, bare knuckles brushing over the bruise on your cheek.
"and i left Victoria a little gift. hopefully, she'll think twice before letting her dogs hurt our girl again."
for now, Johnny is satisfied with that. otherwise, there would've been a public hanging for all to see the consequences of touching you.
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your eyes were dreary and far too heavy when you opened them. it occurs to you that you're not alone in bed this morning.
the king is at his desk, reading and signing some papers. he's surprisingly quiet with his work, mouthing a few words before looking at another piece of paper. he only wears a blue kilt and nothing else, his half-shaven hair a dishevelled mess, blue eyes bright and focused.
he's a work of art, a living masterpiece. you can understand why Ghost wants to keep him close and let no one else have him.
you only become aware of the knight when you try to rise from the bed. he was right behind you with his arm thrown over your waist, holding you close. and it seems you had woken him up with your faint rustling about.
"mornin', love." his chest rumbles at your back, prickling goosebumps on your flesh as his clothed mouth softly grazes the shell of your ear. "how do you feel?"
you're not oblivious to the hard swell pressing against your ass. from the distance, you catch king MacTavish's gaze shifting away from his work, most likely because he heard the voice of his beloved. almost instantly, he smiles and you're struck with a terrible guilt for allowing yourself to fall asleep in his chambers.
"better." you mumbled under your breath as you gently pry yourself from Ghost and sit on the edge of the bed, but he catches your wrist and pulled you back to his side.
you sat next to him whilst he was still lying down, his hands roaming your face. "let me have a look."
it was a bit awkward for you, to say the least. letting his tender hands hold your face so he can see your wounds. your stiff posture didn't bother him as he examined the bruise while his thumb gently touched the cut on your lip. you try not to look at him, eyes fixed on his chest instead.
what could possibly going through his mind, you have absolutely no idea. you are somewhat curious when he looks at you like that. like you're something to be treasured. if you were naive, you might believe it to be true.
the maids arrived no sooner than that and he lets you go, his hands stretching far and wide as they laid back on the pillows. they set out to prepare all three of you for the day, informing Ghost that a bath had been drawn for him in his chambers as per usual and another for the king and yourself. three maids carry trays of food into the chambers and place them one the bed.
"do you require anything else, your majesty?" one of the maids, Ann, asks as her sisters carry pitchers of water to pour into the tub in the next room.
the king, much to your surprise, looks to you.
"bonnie?" he calls out. "need anything?"
you have a feeling that you'll be here for a little while longer. and that would entail the usual strenuous activities so it is best to be prepared.
you glanced at Ann. "a cup of moon tea, please."
she smiled, knowing your intent behind that request. she bows before she and her sisters take their leave. Ghost grasps your chin and makes you look his way again.
"i spoke with Victoria last night." he says, caressing your jaw with lazy fingers. "what was in the letter?"
you tense at the inquiry. it really shouldn't make you nearly as nervous as it does, but you somehow know that telling him the contents of that letter would not bode well for you.
"nothing much." you reply. "just my aunt sending her regards." the silence on his end makes you want to hide under the covers. he just looks at you with eyes that hold so many words he won't say. "why?"
he shakes his head. "no reason."
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they let you roam around the king's study, watched you run tentative fingers down the spine of each book shelved against the wall. they even let you read one of them. through their discussions of running the kingdom, which you're sure you're not meant to be part of, they let you walk freely.
something you've never been able to do in Madam Victoria or her clients' presence.
throughout the day, you're slightly less bothered by Ghost's presence, even as much as you're vividly aware of it at all times. mostly because the king didn't reach for you.
you wondered what Yolanda was up to, if she was doing well. hopefully, she is. last you heard from her was the day before, when she had to be at Lord Graves's disposal. you need to speak to her about the plan to leave this castle. according to Ghost, Victoria won't be bothering you anymore. which means one less obstacle. that will make things a lot easier.
when all three of you finally leave the study, you were prepared to go back to the harem and find Yolanda. but then you feel the looming presence standing right behind you, the knight's sharp-pointed gauntlet at the small of your back, steering you along with their steps until you were back in the king's chambers.
while the king rambles on about meeting with one of the Lords tomorrow, Ghost remains rooted at your side. or rather, right behind you.
your eyes follow the king's bustling form as he speaks. "ye know how Price is, Si. he hardly cares about formalities and rules. he might be the only one of those stuck-up Lords that can be reasoned with."
you don't think Ghost is listening to him. you feel the sharp fingers of his gauntlet digging through the fabric of your dress and it makes your skin burn hot.
he walks around you, eyes dipped low to the neckline of your dress, the sharp ends of his metal fingers trailing against your side. it doesn't hurt, not in the least bit. it only serves to send shivers down your spine and heat simmering at the apex of your thighs.
"Si?" Ghost had ignored the king's call and strode right to his original position behind you. "something botherin' ye?"
"quite the contrary." he pulls on the strings, undoing your corset. you gasp when he rips it off and tosses it on the floor. "just admiring the pretty little bird."
your cheeks blaze hotly when he pulls you flush on the planes of his armour, his claw spanning against your belly. you squeak when he dips his head into your neck, inhaling deeply. "think i'd like to ask her to sing for us."
"oh, yeah?" the king had sat at the edge of the bed, watching with keen interest.
Ghost hums and suddenly, he picks you up, chuckling when you squeal. your hands went around his shoulder, terrified that he might drop you. "let's see if she's worth all the chatter."
the king chuckles when he tosses you on the bed, much farther than what you think is what Ghost was intended. the knight's claw grips your ankle and he yanks you back to the edge while the king presses his hands on your shoulders and forces you to lie down.
"i don't chatter."
"yes, you do."
this time, the king is the one who pins down your hands. this time, it's Ghost who has a turn between your legs.
or, he's about to anyway. but with the glare he's giving his king, you don't think he'll take what he wants from you. you don't even think he wants you. what with how he's very adamant on keeping you out of the king's bed.
either way, his claw slides your dress up your thigh until it bunches at your hips as he spreads your thighs open.
"fuckin' hell..." he says, eyes fixated on your cunt. you can't restrain the urge to close your legs and cover yourself out of shame under the weight of his overwhelming gaze.
the cool touch of his metal gauntlets is all you feel as he sinches your thighs farther apart. you shouldn't be aroused by it, yet you are. he's killed hundreds of men with those claws. brought death to the lives of many. you still remember the blood stains from the night before, from when he came back from Madam Victoria.
and yet...
why do you like this so much?
"told ye she's a pretty sight." the king jibes lightly, smiling. "go on, Si. have a taste."
a taste? the thought startles you enough that a whine breaks free from your throat. the king kisses behind your ear, uttering soothing words, "shh... he'll be gentle, love, don't you worry."
your breaths come a little shallower as you watch Ghost. your eyes widen when he reaches for his mask and pulls it past his mouth and just over the crooked curve of his nose. he slinks further down until he's at the foot of the bed.
his knees drop to the floor and he pulls your legs over the skull-shaped pauldrons of his dark armour. it occurs to you that his face has never been this close to your cunt and it's so jarring to think about. you flinched at the devilish nip of his teeth.
"easy, bonnie." the king chides softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "he's just foolin' around. doesn't get to do that very often."
"i beg to differ." Ghost opposes lightly before he licks hotly through your folds, humming softly at the taste of you.
your hadn't expected the sudden sensation, your hips jerking away from his tongue as you choked back a moan. his arms curl over your thighs and hold you still as he seals his mouth over your bud. the king grins widely when you couldn't hold back a strained mewl while Ghost works his tongue over your cunt, his claws digging gentle indents on the skin of your thighs.
"there ya go, love." he cooed, excitement dancing all over the blues of his eyes. "tell him how it feels when he licks yer cunt."
if the king was sloppy and playful when he had his mouth on your cunt, Ghost is... he's determined to taking his sweet time devouring you. you're helpless to the way Ghost lavishes your sensitive flesh.
you never thought he could shift his passion from murder to something more... sensual.
your slick flows easier now with the swirl of his tongue, the adoration he pours into you, drawing something like a rising tide from deep within, building and climbing higher and higher. the noise you make is something akin to a wounded prey, weak and pliant to his torment while being eaten alive. your legs part wider on their own, bending to his will, giving into what feels like your demise.
"g—good." your stuttered response satisfies the king. "f—feels good, sir."
to your chagrin, Ghost stops.
your bleary eyes look down as he shifts between your legs, lifting his head from your fluttering cunt. the desire slowly crumbles with every passing second you watch his tongue dart out to lick the shine on his lips.
"call me Simon." he tells you.
and you almost do. you almost do. but you remember Madam Victoria's rules. it's not within your jurisdiction. these two men are way above your station, it is not a right you're entitled to. hence why you were so adamant on referring to them by their ranks, not with their names, no matter how much they told you to.
"i can't." you whisper.
"why not?" the king asks, eyes furrowed as the turmoil twists his features.
"it's improper—" you start but his expression shifts into something darker. oh, no. you think you've upset him.
you try to pull your hands from his grasp, but he doesn't let you. nor does Ghost when you attempt to close your legs.
"we want you to call us by our names." Ghost said, claws pulling your legs back over his shoulders.
you shake your head, eyes shutting tightly when his tongue flits over your cunt like velvet. a wrecked moan escapes you as he continues tracing wicked strokes through your folds, completely unbothered by your squirming. "your m—ajesty, i can't— it's not... it's not—"
your gasp cuts your words short when he slips his tongue inside you. he pulls it out and sinks back in. he does it again and again, starting a steady rhythm. your resolve is burning and melting away. he licks through it with a never-ending patience, drawing you nearer and nearer to the edge.
"call him by his name, bonnie." he softly urges, eyes flickering over yours. "or he stops."
your mournful expression does not phase him in the least. he leans in for a tender kiss and it is strangely not dissimilar to the way Ghost mouths over your pussy.
"go on, bonnie." the king mouths the words over your cheek, the soft encouragement weakening you further. his mouth trails down your jaw, even as you turn your head away in a silent protest. "it's alright. s'just us three."
you can't. you've been taught not to. it's not right.
you're not worthy enough, Victoria's voice lilts back to you. it is forbidden.
but Victoria's not here, is she? Victoria doesn't know how good it feels to have the harbinger of death on his knees for you, does she? she hasn't felt the devotion of a king, has she?
doesn't that mean something?
your distressed noise is heard when you feel his pattern become slower and slower.
"please, don't stop—" that's when you crack, the whisper falling from your lips. "Simon..."
your skin prickles hotly as soon as you utter the name out loud. Ghost settles for pressing light kisses on your swollen bud, dark eyes watching you.
"what was that?" the king asks, the lilt in his voice causing you to be more timid. "i don't think he heard ye, bonnie. speak up."
Ghost hums into your cunt, his tongue flicking over your opening, gently dipping inside. your cry is sharp, pleading, "please, Simon!"
it's obscene the way he kicks up his tempo, his tongue licking more intently now. your shaky sigh doesn't go unnoticed as the knight, slides a hand under your hips and lifts you into his mouth, drawing out the wicked pleasure with more purpose. you plead for more, uttering his name in soft cries, begging him not to stop.
"tha's more like it." you feel the king's lips upon your as he mutters happily, "such good girl for us, bonnie."
he feeds you little praises, nestling them in your heart against your will. you can't help it, you can't help the warmth blooming in your chest, the tears prickling in your eyes. their affection breaks the high walls you've been hiding behind all this time, slipping through the cracks and thawing the ice in your veins.
you don't understand. this is not what Victoria had taught you. this is not what your extended time in the harem had taught you. no man is this considerate, this attentive. no man treats a woman like she's... like she's special, not without gaining something in return. it makes no sense.
there's something you're missing here. something that isn't privy to you.
the lewd sounds of Ghost— of Simon's mouth devouring you rise and fill your burning ears. he eats, not like a starved predator, but one that savours its meal.
he's been waiting to do this, the thought whispers to you as you try to close your legs, embarrassed by it. the metal claws hold fast, not allowing you to do so, prying you open for him to feast upon with a growl. the sinful haze pools over your cunt, rolling your eyes back when you begin to throb.
the king shifts, opting to hold your wrists with just one hand while the other pulls down the bodice of your dress, baring your breasts for him to see.
"will ye call me by my name too, bonnie?" he fondles with your left nipple, his thumb flicking over it as he leans in to whisper in your ear, nipping your lobe. "go on, lovie. no one's gonna know."
he sinks his head lower down your neck, mouthing kisses over your warm skin down to the valley of your breasts. he takes his time nipping your breasts, lavishing each of them with his attention. the tide rises higher now and you can feel the wave building up to destroy anything in its path.
"Johnny..." your moan jolts him. you feel it with when he's got your breast in his mouth, you feel the way Simon groans into your pussy, the low sound vibrating into your soul.
"fuck..." the king gripes harshly. "i've dreamt of that sound for weeks." you whimper, unsure if it's because of his words or because of the way Simon smiles against your slick folds. "are ye close, love?"
you nod vigorously, burning hotly with each flick of the tongue. you're teetering dangerously close to the edge. your whine cuts through the air as you try to move your hips towards Simon's tongue, but he won't let you. he holds you still and he wants you to take it.
"give it to him, bonnie." he coaxes. your back arches, the pleasure throbbing deliciously where you want it the most as your breaths come in sharp pants. "cum for him."
you don't think you could've denied it if you tried.
you burst with a sharp cry falling from your lips, eyes rolling so far back, you began to see stars. you're powerless to the rapture of ecstasy flooding your veins, the weight of your bones trembling with the force of it when you crash. your spine bows and bends as more sounds spill from your mouth.
it's explosive. it's the kind of sin that sentences a soul to eternal damnation. Simon curls your legs against your chest, now devouring you like the prey that you are, growling as your essence flows into his mouth. you weep as he laps at you, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit with vicious intent to prolong your pleasure.
it's not like the way Johnny does it to you. but it's just as starved, just as depraved.
when he tears his mouth away, you're left sobbing and gasping for air. your eyes are closed, your head lolling back against the pillow.
"ye gonna indulge, Si?" you heard the king ask.
the bed shifts and a quiet settles for a brief moment. "not tonight. she's not ready for me yet."
you feel them shift around you until a pair of warm, bare hands settle on your knees and part them. your eyes flutter open as you're still panting.
Johnny pulls your thighs over his, his cock in display as it drags through your wet folds, a shiver racks through your body.
"bonnie..." he coos, "so sweet for us, aren't ya?"
Simon bends a knee where the king was previously positioned. he pulls his pants down, cock springing free. your mouth waters at the sight, mind hazy and numb from the pleasure.
you don't think twice before letting him guide his shaft in your mouth. you moan softly as the king traces your clit with his thumb whilst he slips his cock inside of your fluttering pussy. he rocks his hips softly, filling you up in ways that numb your muzzled thoughts, groaning something about how wet you are, how pretty you are all spread open for them.
you feel something sharp sliding across your cheek and you belatedly realize that it's Simon's claw, gently grazing your bruised skin. he's cautious enough not to prick you, careful not to hurt you with his hands. the thought makes you moan around his cock, sucking him deeper into your mouth.
Simon's thrusts quickly turn sloppy and a little hurried and it's not long before he cums in your mouth. Johnny groans at the sight as he falls into the abyss right after, spilling his hot cum inside your cunt.
you thought that was the end of it. but before you can let the slumber claim you, your soft mewl echoes through the chambers when the knight returns between your legs, prying them apart to lick Johnny's spend from your swollen pussy. the king himself kisses you deeply, moaning at the taste of his lover in your mouth.
they're both gentle with you. careful not to push you too hard with their own desires. they coax you into falling off the edge again until it makes your chest ache. makes you wish it could you could stay here forever.
if only things were that simple.
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it's been nearly a day and you still have yet to return to the harem. surely, the king and his knight must be sick of you now. you've spent more than enough time in their presence.
"you should already be asleep, Johnny." both of them have their backs turned to you as they stood at the king's desk. "we've got an early morning."
your legs slide over the edge of the bed and you get to putting back the creased garments of your dress with only one singular objective; getting out of the king's chambers. you've never been away from the harem for this long and it worries you.
you're tying the laces of your corset, wallowing it to be loose enough so you can slip it on and tighten it. you begin looking for your shoes.
"i ken..." Johnny says as he glances to the side. there's movement at his peripheral, which catches his attention and he sees you already half-dressed and fixing your hair, which brings about his frown. "where are ye goin', bonnie?"
your startled gaze meets his whilst slipping one shoe on. "your majesty, i must return—"
"Johnny." he cuts off your statement as he walks over to you. "thought i asked ye to call me that instead."
you were begging for a release then. this is different. this is... this is not you crying out in the throws of pleasure. this is polite conversation.
but he insists. he has insisted since the day you've met him.
"Johnny." the castle doesn't come crumbling like you feared it would when your mouth speaks the name out loud. "i must return to the harem. i've been away for too long."
you take a step back when he tries to reach for you, but it's Ghost's hand that grasps yours, dragging you closer to them. you tense at the touch of the king's hand on your hip, pulling you so he could be behind you and his knight in front.
"why are you running, love?" Ghost gently cups your cheek, dark eyes softly scrutinitsing your discomfort as the king presses his mouth on your neck. "what are you so afraid of?"
you, mostly. both of them.
"you can tell us anything, sweet girl." his thumb trails over your cheekbone. "you can trust us."
one of the lessons Madam Victoria had beaten into you was to never overstay your welcome. as much as she's been cruel to you, she's never lied to you. always told you the truth, no matter how harsh.
men are fickle creatures. predators, mostly. but fickle. once they're bored of their prey and all of their pretty little toys, it's only a matter of time before they toss them away. for that, their intentions can never be trusted. not for anything.
and you know she was right about that.
in spite of all the pain she's put you through, you've come to appreciate her honesty. you'd be right to implement her lessons as you've always done before.
"i am not needed here." you shyly stated, though they now looked confused at your sentiment. "you said so yourself. you both have to rise early tomorrow. and i need to see my friend."
you don't like the way Simon's eyes narrow slightly. his gaze shrinks your resolve.
"bonnie, no one said yer not needed." the king expressed, his arms circling around you when you begin to squirm, mouthing kisses on your neck. "in fact, it never even crossed our minds."
you try as much as you can not to melt right back into his arms, but this time, it's Simon who steps forward, taking your hand in his.
"please stay." he pleads. "for one more day."
though it sounds like he's asking for an eternity.
god, you want to. you want to stay. but you've been stuck in this golden cage for far too long, you just want to breathe. your thoughts briefly flicker to Yolanda, how she's also relying on you for escaping this hell but Johnny's hands pull at your skirts and slip under them as he nips your ear, fingers tracing your folds again, numbing your concerns, your fears. "looks like she needs a little more convincing."
the knight did not disagree with that sentiment.
your soft sighs fill the midnight air as you tremble and fall into ecstasy again and again and again. for a moment, you forget everything.
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dearest niece...
the death of my husband was more of a blessing than a curse. although i do miss his presence from time to time, i find myself with more liberties than ever.
the house is quiet with his absence and that of my two sons. when you had expressed your thoughts of leaving the castle, it had got me thinking. perhaps you might both find a place here. perhaps you and your friend leave that awful place and come to join me. with your knowledge, you'll both make a fine pair of governesses.
please consider my offer, it is quite lonely in this house.
signed, your favourite aunt,
Marie.
Simon reads the letter over and over again and felt his jaw clench.
this is what had gotten you slapped in the face. this is what warranted Victoria's vicious rage.
your giggle cuts through the air, pulling his attention away from the dark realisation. Johnny looms over you, fingers glazing over your sides and revelling in your laughter, his own pairing yours in the night.
the sound stabs through his chest like a hot blade and twists something long since forgotten by the sands of time. he's never heard anything so beautiful. you and Johnny. two pieces of his heart.
his eyes shift to the letter once more.
for the most part, Simon had hoped that Victoria was lying about you wanting to leave. he had hoped that it was just a jab to mess with his head.
"go on, ask him." he heard Johnny whisper. Simon resists the urge to acknowledge both of you just yet, the ache in his chest taking more precedence.
—she's planning to leave.
you want to leave. you had said so yourself in letters he didn't have the chance to intercept because he didn't think the possibility was even a thought in your pretty little head.
"Simon?" it's your voice that draws his eyes away from the piece of paper. you're seated over Johnny's lap, both of you naked and caressing each other's skin.
Simon stares, more wide-eyed at the fact that you called him by his name without being coaxed to. it's a nice change, one that he'd like to get used to, if you'd let him. if you don't leave—
"care to join us?" you asked.
but can he let you go?
the shy curiosity in your eyes gnaws at him, calls to the darkness within. it was the first time you looked at him without apprehension.
no, he doesn't think he can.
he can't lose that. he won't. not if he can help it.
"'course, love." he folds the letter in his hands and hides it under the pile of documents on Johnny's desk. for a long time, he had considered burning it instead, but he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. not until there's a clear plan of action.
he stands and walks to the bed you all share. he pressed his lips on your forehead, relishing the way you melt against him.
it'll be a cold day in hell before he lets you slip through his fingers.
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[part 8] well... that was an interesting turn. offer a coin to the picklejar
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crimsonblackrose · 2 years
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Aesthetically pleasing fun cookies are a fail. I made them for my baby cousins for this weekend and looks like we’re taking chocolate chip cookies instead because these bad boys are stuck in freezer land before they just fall apart. Easiest recipe in the book was a total lie. 🙃
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evilminji · 14 days
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I wanna Make Bruce "Father of Many Terrible Terrible Gremlins" Wayne... babysit Lil Baby Man.
It's... it's the fuckin Fenton Dream Catcher again, man. Danny was so certain he BURNED it. After the last... Incident(tm).
But, NO! Here he stands. Well, floats. Barbecue sauce on his ti- *cough!* He means! Be-split between two Selfs! Like... *checks watch* FUCK. Less then 25 minutes before the Big, Fancy Ass, Multi-Realm Council of Stuffy Significance Etc Etc. He can never remember the name. It's long, takes up like three pages. NOWS NOT THE TIME!
Look.
There is Responsible Him! And.... THAT.
THAT is his inner gremlin. His "but it would be FUNNY tho" impulse. The grand ol "do it for the Vine, fenton!". Commit to the bit! It has three brain cells and uses ALL of them for Cartoonish slap-gag evil. That time he super glued the screaming chicken voice box into the exhaust pipe of Vlad's mo-ped? The Oorbez? Hiding all his novelty socks under the snow to be found come spring like a bountiful Packers themed harvest?
Do not let the tiny dimwitted blep face fool you.
He is a MASTER of psychological manipulation.
And YOU, Bruce. Owe me that Favor from *sees multiple intrigued people trying to listen in* .... That Batman Thing we did. (OH COME ON!) So pay up. Watch him. Here's the Ectoplasmic Container Play Pen. The Kiddy Harness he can't phase out off. A list of contacts. And a fresh bottle of advice.
O7
I'd pray for you. But that would probably be condescending, given where I'm headed. So instead, I'll remember you as you were. Moderately well rested and free of my nonsense! See ya in... probably a month!
Toodles~☆
@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @spidori @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @lolottes
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noxtivagus · 2 years
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FFXIV AND HOPE
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