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kittykattropicanna · 4 months

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Going absolutely feral over Mechanic!Simon and how you met him :(( I just want him so badddd

TW: pervy!Simon, smut, creampie, possessive!Simon, dirty talk (praise), he just wants you so bad girl, swearing, kinda naive!reader, brief mention of spanking

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Just imagine you’re driving through a shitty little town somewhere in England, you don’t even know where you are at this point.

Your ex just kicked you out of your shared apartment in the middle of the night and you have nowhere else to go, your only option is to drive in your little shit box of a car as far away from him as possible.

Of course its poring rain and of course your car breaks down in the middle of the road surrounded by scary looking government houses and a very obviously high homeless guy screaming and yelling all sorts of profanities :(

With shaky hands you quickly look up every mechanic in town on your phone, its almost dead and none of them answer :( of course they wouldn’t! Its the middle of the night!

You don’t have insurance either! Everything is going wrong, you’re so lost and scared :(

You start to panic when there’s only one number left, with a shaky breath you call it and just as you think you're out of luck, a deep cranky voice answers begrudgingly obviously pissed that someone dared to call him at this hour.

Tomorrow is his only day off for the week >:(

Simons personal number was attached to the shop after Price promoted him to manager, now he has all sorts of dumb fucks calling him all times of the day and he hates it!!

But how could he say no? A poor girl called him in tears gasping for air between sobs and absolutely hysterical :(((( His not an ethical guy and a young girl like you that knows absolutely nothing about cars :( imagine all the extra money he could charge you? You wouldn’t question it either! Oh how could he say no to such a silly girl…

After what feels like hours a very tall, bulky, thick man with a scary balaclava knocks on your driver seat window and you scream so loud!!! His so scary and big! And his eyes! They’re are so angry :(((( he must be so angry at you for calling him :( you feel so bad :(

After he loads your car onto the tow truck he insists on driving you home

“Ohh come on sweetheart, would hate to see a pretty baby like you stuck in the rain, let me take you home darlin’”

His so pervy too! Subtly touching your arse and looking at your hard nipples that poke through you soaked shirt :(

He can’t help it! You can’t blame him! You’re not wearing a bra!

And with a beautiful face like yours and a body like that, what did you expect him to do? Not eye fuck you? Don’t be ridiculous.

You tell him that you have nowhere to go because your shitty ex threw you out and Si insisted you stay with him!!

“Oh pet, you poor poor girl, you want to get a room at a motel? No. Nooo. That’s no place for a doll like you, come stay with me darlin’, come on sweets, I’ll sleep on the couch, promise yeah?”

“I’m just tryna’ keep ya safe honey, its not nice around these parts, okay? hate for somthin’ to happen to ya”

And you know his right :( he came all this way in the middle of the night, left his comfy bed in the pouring rain just to help you, his from around these parts and he knows best!

His voice is so deep and husky, you just know a man like him could keep you safe!

You jump in the shops tow truck and he insist you take off your soaking shirt and put on his company jacket.

Its covered in oil and dirt, smells like cigarettes and is wayyyy to big for you. “Riley” is printed onto the left breast pocket with a large logo with the words “Price’s Motor Repairs” on the back.

Its so disgusting and smells musky but something about it makes your pussy clench!!! His so manly, so dominant, how could you not get turned on by him!!! You could feel his eyes roam your breasts as you sit in his jacket, chest completely bare underneath, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric :(((

Once you reach the shop, he drops your car off then shows you around.

He wants to impress you sooooo bad, showing you all sorts of tools and telling you what he uses them for, how he uses them to fix things. The whole time his talking all you could look at is his big muscly arms as he purposely flexes them for you.

Never in his life has he seen such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl and all he wants to do is bend you over his modified truck and fuck you so hard you’re creaming on his cock :(

And that’s exactly what he does! Before driving you back to his, he has you bent over, back arched and his callused hand wrapped around your hair as he ruts into you while you're still in his company jacket :((((

Your poor pussy hasn’t taken such a big girthy cock before, his wide hips connecting with your arse and slamming your much smaller body into the hood of his car :3

Thrusts so deep his car shakes from the force :)

As you moan and babble completely cock drunk you can hear him snickering and grunting behind you, whispering dirty words in your ear

Praising you between grunts….

“Look at you love, fuck, look at that perfect fuckin’ pussy, taking my cock so well, such a good girl, aren’t ya?” As he pounds into you so deep the tip of his leaking cock touches your cervix. A small squeal exiting your lips as he holds you there for a second, letting you feel for the first time what a real deep pounding feels like :)

“Never been fucked this good have ya baby? Never cum his hard before” he’d snicker has you cum for the third time, legs shaking and mascara running not from the rain this time, but from the tears of pure pleasure his so kindly giving you :(

And of course his coming inside of you! His loads are so big as well, when he finally lets himself cum he absolutely floods your pussy :)))

Your moans bounce around the tin walls of the shop, the sound of him slapping your arse echoing at the same time

You can feel the hot ropes shoot up inside of you as he continues to slowly thrust making sure none of it goes to waste.

He tries to suppress his moan, disguising them as grunts but a few slip past his lips :(

He doesn't pull out but that doesn’t stop his cum from leaking out of your cunt and down you beautiful thighs,

“Look at tha’ baby, fuckin’ hell, you did so good for me my gorgeous girl, so fuckin’ good”

He just met you but his already so, so possessive. :)

He carries you to his truck because your legs feel like jelly :( his so gentle with you too, whispering in your ear how good you did for him and how you're such an obedient girl, his obedient girl.

You fall sleep in his truck, curled up in the passenger seat, his company jacket still wrapped around your bare chest.

You’ve had such a big night and the sound of the soft radio and drizzle of rain lulls you to sleep.

You wake up in Si’s arms as his gently placing you into his bed.

“You’re alrigh’ darlin’, jus’ close ya eyes for me, ill be here”

Its safe to say he didn’t take the couch that night :3

Request are open for Mechanic!Simon, I would love to hear your thoughts so feel free send them through and add to the AU. im just obsessed w/ himmmm

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catboybiologist · 17 days

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Okay i dont talk about HRT with people a lot and i started E when i was a teen so i actually didnt know estradiol injections were a thing until i saw your posts. I thought injections where a T thing and that we all got E through titty skittles.

I want to ask what the difference actually is because its piqued my interest. It sounds pretty annoying compared to a pill. Is it cheaper or more often covered?

also ps i know youre not my doctor but is 44pgml too low?

So first off, yes, 44pg/mL is way too low by any standard. The usual standard you'll see is 100-200pg/mL, but this is starting to be considered very, very low. More modern standards of care try for 200pg/mL at trough (the lowest you should be- on sublingual this doesn't vary much though). Generally 200-400 pg/mL is the more typical modern guidance. Your T is also very important here. It's very difficult to get your E high without your T going at least a bit down first.

With that said, self injecting E seems very intimidating at first, but has a lot of benefits, including but not limited to:

The main benefit is medical. Injecting E bypasses the liver. This means that you're stressing out the liver less.

This has an added benefit: you can safely get a much higher effective dose with little to no health concerns. Eg, Oral and sublingual generally have a limit of 8mg sublingual per day, and most of that gets completely destroyed by the body via the liver before it acts on estrogen receptors. Sublingual injections come in different forms, and the dose numbers aren't directly translatable, but no matter what you do, the effective amount of estrogen you're delivering is much, much higher.

Additionally, this means that your estrogen can safely get high enough to suppress T on its own. Once your T is down, and E stops being suppressed by T, the reverse will start happening- E will down regulate T production (up to a limit but that's an additional detail). That means something awesome- no blockers. No Spiro, no cypro, no bica- all of which have some concerns of their own beyond just E.

Yes, it is easier to access. Generic, sterile, injection supplies are easily available online in large quantities from reputable medical supply sources, and the injectable medication itself is generally cheaper and more likely covered by insurance.

This also means it's uh. Easier to access when access to HRT is... Non-conventional.

Whiiiiich also means another thing. Injectable medication is always limited by expiration time and the sterility of the vial, not the quantity it's packaged in. Which means that IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING, you have flexibility in your dosage if you so choose. Eg, I have personally talked with my provider about how to do this safely, but I've recently tried dosages of estradiol valerate ranging from 6mg to 8mg a week. Again, remember that this isn't translatable to 8mg sublingual a day- 8mg EV injected a week is SO much higher than 8mg estradiol pills per day.

It seems intimidating, but honestly, I find a ~20 min routine on a Friday morning much easier to keep track of than taking multiple pills multiple times a day.

In general, it's considered the best HRT option, although most people ease into it with a period of time on sublingual first. If you can, get trained by a nurse to self inject the first couple of times.

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 3 months

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Sweet on You, Chapter 1

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: M (Rating Subject to Change)

Story Summary: You had joined 'Sugar and Spice' in a desperate attempt to help your mother with her medical bills, so when an opportunity comes along to make a lot of money simply by spending time with a lonely attorney, you jump at the chance -- not expecting to fall for him in the process.

Tired of one-night-stands, Matt Murdock decides to sign up for a sugar daddy/sugar baby website, where he stumbles across your profile. However, despite making it clear that he only wants a platonic arrangement, Matt eventually finds himself falling for you.

Will the two of you be able to come to a permanent arrangement or will more than a contract be broken?

Warnings/Tags: Sugar Daddy!Matt Murdock, No Age Gap, Alternating PoV, No Use of Y/N

Word Count: ~1100

A/N: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged the teaser! A few notes before we dive in:

-- While Reader's age is not actually specified in this, it's stated several times that she's closer to Matt's age than most women on the 'Sugar and Spice' website.

-- Matt & Reader do not actually refer to each other as their sugar baby/sugar daddy (although for all intents and purposes, that's what they are).

-- Divider is by the insanely talented (and just as awesome IRL as she is on Tumblr) @theradioactivespidergwen!

-- This is rated M for now, however rating may possibly go up in later chapters. 😈

-- If you'd like to be added to the taglist or if I've tagged you by mistake, please let me know!

Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41 @atemydadforbreakfast

No, it's fine, Mom, I promise,” you said as you spoke to your mother over the phone. “It's not your fault you got laid off and lost your medical insurance right before you got sick.”

“It's not your responsibility to pay my medical bills, sweetheart,” your mother protested. “I'll come up with the money somehow.”

You shook your head even though you knew your mother couldn't see you. “You’ve sacrificed so much for me, Mom. Let me do this for you.”

Your mother sighed. “Okay, fine. But only because you just got that big raise at work.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Uh, yeah. Lucky me. Listen, Mom, I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Love you, sweetie.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

You hung up and blew out a breath. You knew your mother wouldn't approve if you told her the real way you had been affording to make payments towards her medical debt for the past several months.

The truth was that your job as an administrative assistant barely even covered your own bills, so you had been supplementing your income through alternative means.

You had joined Sugar and Spice after one of the junior admin assistants had confided in you that she had managed to put herself through college by dating rich older men for money. “It's actually not a bad gig,” she had told you. “Most of them really just want arm candy to show off to their friends.”

You had gone home that night and checked out the website, and after discovering that you could select your comfort level/how far you were willing to go (by indicating that you were into either ‘sugar’ or ‘spice’) you had signed up.

It had been working out okay -- you had only been making a few hundred dollars extra a month so far because most of the men on Sugar and Spice wanted someone much younger than you were, but you had at least been able to scrape together enough to make the monthly payments on your mother's medical bills.

And speaking of…

You grabbed your laptop and pulled it over to you, then navigated to your Sugar and Spice account, pleased when you saw that you had gotten a new inquiry.

You clicked on it.

Hi, the message read, I ran across your profile and I think you might be what I'm looking for. If you're interested and available please message me back at your earliest convenience. Thank you.

You huffed out a laugh. Usually the messages you received weren't quite so… polite, so to speak.

You clicked on the sender's profile.

Matthew, 35

Occupation: Attorney

Interested in: Sugar

Huh. Matthew was a lot younger than most of the men who frequented the site. Maybe that'll be a good thing.

You clicked the reply button. Hi, Matthew, you typed. I am available if you'd like to discuss things further.

You got up to fix yourself some tea, and by the time you came back you had another message from Matthew. Great! Is it okay if we meet in person to discuss possible terms of an agreement? Over coffee, maybe?

Okay, you replied once again. When and where would you like to meet?

The Brew Towers on Saturday, say, 9 AM?

That works for me.

Your eyebrows raised as a notification popped up stating that you had received $100 from Matthew.

As a sign of good faith , Matthew explained. See you Saturday.

See you Saturday.

You logged out and closed your laptop, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. This was the first time you'd be meeting a potential client in person and needless to say, you were nervous.

Matt sat back and took another sip of the glass of whiskey he had poured himself before he had signed up on Sugar and Spice. He had been in court earlier that day and had overheard a conversation during recess between opposing counsel about Nesbit’s much-younger girlfriend.

“How'd an old dog like you manage to score a hot piece of ass like that?” Peterson had asked jokingly.

Nesbit had chuckled. “You'd be amazed at what you can find on the internet these days. Let's just say Candy and I have a… business arrangement.”

Peterson had dropped his voice down to a whisper. “She's not an escort, is she? You know the partners don't want wind of any kind of impropriety possibly getting out to the public--”

Nesbit had made a dismissive sound. “No, nothing like that. You ever heard of Sugar and Spice, that website that connects men of a certain wealth and caliber with women who are looking for someone to take care of them? Well, Candy and I met there. She takes care of my needs, and I take care of hers.”

“So, what, you pay her to date you?”

“In a way. I keep her happy by giving her money and buying her things, and she lets me do whatever else I want when I'm not with her.”

Matt's eyebrows had furrowed. Maybe Nesbit had a point -- maybe it was easier to have a business arrangement with someone in order to fill the romantic void in his life rather than having to pick up a different woman every couple of weeks because they got too attached. Better to have someone who knows exactly what they're getting into.

As soon as he had gotten home he had looked up Sugar and Spice, and not finding anything in their terms and conditions that raised red flags, had signed up and began to browse through profiles.

After scrolling through profiles for over an hour and not finding anyone that piqued his interest he had almost gone ahead and given up when his voiceover function read out another profile header to him, this time for a woman who was at least closer to Matt's own age than all of the other women he had checked out.

He had listened to your profile then clicked the “Send Message” button, typing out a quick message and hitting send.

He had gone to answer the door for a delivery, and by the time he had gotten back to his laptop he’d had a reply.

Before he could second-guess himself Matt had asked you out for coffee, then sent $100 to your Sugar and Spice account to show you he was sincere.

He shut his laptop and stood, then headed to go shower and get ready to go out as Daredevil. He'd gotten a tip about a major drug shipment coming in through the docks that evening and needed to go stop it.

He'd worry about his love life later.

#lotmf writes #Sweet On You Masterlist #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader

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doobea · 3 months

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✰⋆⁺★DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC ─ CHOSO KAMO

synopsis: you're positive that your roommate is a witch. or warlock? wizard? whatever the correct term is.

contents: fluff, gn!reader, reader is a human who can't see cursed spirits, roommate!choso, slight AU where Choso pretends to be a college student but is actually a sorcerer wc: 2K a/n: hello i am somewhat alive... i think? this has been sitting in my drafts for a while idk

You're not a superstitious person by nature, but there are just some things that you can't help but notice whenever Choso's in the same room.

One: Aside from coming home and smelling like he’s just crawled out of the city sewer like ten times, Choso brings back a lot of weird… vintage accessories — and this is just you being nice, okay?

Sometimes it’s straight up weapons, like swords and medieval looking armor. Other times it’s eerie looking talismans and charms that feel strangely alive whenever you go into his room. And, today, he comes back with a fucking urn of something. You could’ve sworn you heard the jar straight up hiss when you stared at it too long.

He’s not making anything that smells, though, which you’re thankful for.

“Choso,” you call out your roommate’s name and cautiously peer into the kitchen, where he’s currently cooking the damn thing on the stove top.

“Yeah?” Choso’s back is facing you, the sleeves of his sweater are rolled up to his elbows, and some rock tunes are playing in the background as he’s stirring whatever concoction that’s in the urn with, thankfully, his own utensils. “Did you need something?”

You originally moved to a bigger place when you landed a job out of college. It’s located in the middle of the city, so naturally you found an apartment that’s about a fifteen minute subway ride away, but being in the city meant crazy expenses. Roommate forums are currently extremely popular and not totally sketchy by any means, so that’s how Choso, a PhD candidate, ended up moving into your two bedroom apartment.

Oh, and he totally justifies all the weird little knick knacks as part of his thesis. You’re definitely going to ask him about it whenever he finishes that up.

And, weirdly enough, even after six months of living together, there’s an unspoken agreement between the two of you to avoid questions about family members and distant pasts. There are also untouchable topics, like on days where Choso comes back bloody knuckled and bruised, and you kinda respect his boundaries. You do. Because, whether he's actually a PhD student, his personal life is beyond your concern.

You did, however, once asked if you could do a taste test on a similar… DIY recipe Choso created, back in the earlier days when you just thought Choso was weird, and his eyes went wide, a little bit terrified, and shot down your offer immediately. He also made you pinky promise him to never, ever consume or touch anything that he brings home that looks remotely out of place, as he would put it.

But, recently, he isn’t even making an effort to hide these things away.

“I’ll be done with the stove soon, if you need it.” Choso adds when you’re taking a moment too long to reply. He removes the wooden ladle and it’s practically soaked in all red. Whatever’s in that urn… it can’t be just simple tomato sauce.

The answer dies in your throat as you’re reminded that your health insurance would probably not cover whatever might happen if you offer to watch him… cook? If that’s even what he’s doing.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m planning to make some noodles tonight, if you want any.” You’re saying this with as little precaution as possible, not trying to offend him because, hey, at the end of the day Choso could be running a research experiment that could also be life changing. At least, that’s what you try and convince yourself.

He turns his head at this and nods with a tired smile, dark bags evident. “That’d be nice,” Choso continues to stir, almost stuck in a trance, before adding, “By the way, have you seen my—”

“Weird glowy talisman with the monkey in the middle? Yeah, somehow it got moved to the coat closet this time,” you say with a casual shrug.

It’s a bit amusing to know that you’ve gotten used to all the accessories he’s brought back. You don’t bother questioning how some of these things also keep getting misplaced around the apartment. Maybe your roommate has a sleepwalking condition, too?

“Oh, I’ve been looking for that everywhere since this morning! Thanks, it’s actually for—”

“Your thesis?” A loud snort slips out when his face drops and flushes a shade darker.

“Right, yeah, thesis—totally not anything else….”

Two: Choso’s relatives are definitely not human. Not like you, at least.

There were a few rare times where Choso would come home with someone other than himself. The first time it happened, you nearly pooped yourself from the sight alone. Your roommate stumbled back nearly shirtless, clothes almost in rags, bruises marred every visible inch of his body, and he was unconscious while leaning onto a younger man who was in similar condition.

You nearly fought with a complete stranger, who was equally acting as weird as Choso, about calling the police and sending your roommate to a hospital for treatment instead of resting on the thrifted IKEA couch you got off a shitty marketplace forum.

The man, who introduced himself as Yuuji, refused and even threw a couple of bribes your way to keep quiet about the whole thing. And, while you never really suspected whether your roommate is secretly affiliated with gangs, you were honestly so close to breaking your lease and finding another place, maybe another job, somewhere far away so you don’t have to deal with whatever Choso goes through.

Choso makes a brief comment after that event, something along the lines of ‘needing to clean up after work’ and ‘sorry, our centrifuge malfunctioned’. You seriously begin to start questioning the academic integrity behind everything at this point. Just what kind of thesis is he working on?

In the end, you two don’t talk about it and you barely see Yuuji after that — well, until tonight.

Yuuji happened to be around the area, showing up to your apartment in a similar, but not too extreme, condition as last time you’ve remembered. Less scratches, minimal tear to his clothes, but still managing to throw half ass bribes your way to ‘keep things quiet’, which earned him an earful from Choso. And, from that conversation, it turns out that Yuuji and him are half brothers. Outside of how they interact with each other, you really can’t see the resemblance at all.

Somehow, despite all of this, you feel slightly better compared to the first time when Yuuji arrived. Whatever they’re doing, it must be kinda safe, since they still have their brain cells intact.

“I hope you still have extras,” Yuuji muffles out as he scoops up another mouthful of noodles from his already overflowing bowl. Choso’s currently fighting the urge to wipe Yuuji’s sauce painted cheeks clean, you can easily tell by the deep furrow on his face.

“Yuuji,” you’re trying so hard to not sound rude when you say this, and point at the empty container on the stove top. “You’ve already gone through four servings and the bread sticks, I don’t even have enough in the fridge for lunch tomorrow.” Seriously, does this guy have an infinite stomach?

Not to mention, the bruises and cuts from his cheeks earlier have all entirely faded away by the time you finished setting the dining table. Yuuji’s superhuman strength and tenacity alone is something suspicious, too. It was the fact that Yuuji effortlessly lifted up the couch with one hand when his phone slid under or the fact that he drank from Choso’s weird concoction earlier and is still thriving.

Choso, too. Because he also did a fucking taste test and you could’ve sworn on your life that the strange broth started to bend whenever he hovered his fingers over it. He’s always had a distinct smell of blood, and there’s always a vibe of something not-right about him.

Yeah, there’s no way in hell that they’re both human.

And, if they are, you’re going to eat your shorts.

But that’s besides the point.

“Did you actually?” Choso blinks a few times.

The younger male makes a strangled noise, most likely out of the fact he lost track of just how many portions he consumed, and flashes you an apologetic smile behind all of his tomato smeared lips. “Sorry… I’ll make it up to you later?”

Though, despite the non-human traits that both of them show, you can’t deny that they’re pleasant to be around. Right now, Yuuji is definitely radiating golden retriever energy right now with his pouting lips and big pleading eyes. How can anyone say no to that?

Choso has helped you out every now and then with weird blessings and strange hand movements that somehow always gets rid of cramps on your shoulders. That’s gotta be witchcraft in itself. Oh, and he always takes out the trash, that’s a bonus to have.

“Just bring dinner over next time,” you suggest, which earns you a strange look from your roommate across the table. Oh, wait, wouldn’t that be crossing personal boundaries? “Or you can just do delivery, it doesn’t really—”

“No, it’s fine,” Choso spits out, stirring the remaining noodles on his plate back and forth with his fork. He has a strange expression on his face that you can’t quite make out. “I don’t mind.”

Three: Choso can see things that you can’t. And you kinda prefer to keep it that way.

You should probably be used to these things by now. There’s certain odd occurrences that come hand-in-hand when rooming with Choso. The most alarming one you can possibly think of is the strange mumblings you would hear sometimes from his room. It’s… well been apparent to you since day one but, again, not really your business to pry.

Tonight has been a strange string of events and you’ve never seen Choso so… comfortable showing you a glimpse of his personal life.

You’re not sure what prompted you to join Choso on his walk with Yuuji to the train station late at night. You should be in bed, getting ready for work tomorrow, not out accompanying your not-so-human roommate and his brother. It’s nearly midnight and you need to catch the train earlier than usual because of a stupid work conference and not get yourself into weird supernatural events. What if next time they both mark a demon summoning circle in the bathroom, or you get home to ghouls in your kitchen, or—

“Something bothering you?”

You scream, and promptly hit the nearest object near you out of fear, which happened to be Choso, but he stops your fist with his palm as if it were a paper airplane.

“Hey,” he softly calls out your name and eyes you, creeping closer until his shoulders are bumping into yours. “Stay still for a second…”

“W-What?” You swallow around a dry tongue, laughing nervously at the lack of distance.

But Choso has an unreadable look in his eyes, like he’s focused on something else, a look he always puts on whenever he’s anxious and peering out the apartment windows many times at night. Waiting for the right moment for… something. Then, after a long, stretching pause, he raises his arms and pulls you into a tight embrace that leaves you with more questions than anything else.

“Um, h-hello?!”

“It’ll be over in just a second,” Choso says, still deep in focus.

But you notice how intimate the position is. Your chests are nearly pressed together, your foreheads are, and you can absolutely smell the remnants of dinner from his mouth. Eventually, Choso shifts away and untangles himself from you, wiping his fingers off on the bottom of his shirt. He looks content with himself, hands on his hips.

You’re not sure what the hell just happened, but now that weird mind haze from earlier is slowly fading away, and you’re realizing that being hugged by your weird roommate feels way too good.

“Are you like… Merlin or something?”

Yeah, you’re positive that he’s some sort of wizard at this point.

#doobea writing #choso x reader #choso fluff #choso kamo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso

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majimasleftasscheek · 4 months

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alright since RGG seems bent on putting merch behind things like UFO catcher shit, here's my crappy how to use a proxy guide lol

gonna be using buyee as an example but most proxies are more or less the same so it's your choice on what to use. I look at fee prices and customer service reviews to decide on my proxies. sorry if it's wordy! but I think I cover the most important bits for general use.

so on the landing page you got all the goobly gook but what you'll mainly be looking at is the stuff in the red box. all the shops are listed there - the ones I mainly use are yahoo! japan auctions and mercari. the other shops are more like regular shopping sites. pretty much all proxies use the same sites as they're just a directory for wherever you wanna shop.

auctions are self explanatory - you bid on things till the time runs out or some auctions offer an immediate buyout price.

mercari is largely a secondhand seller marketplace but you can find companies on there as well.

when I search for stuff, I prefer putting in the actual terms for better accuracy over auto translating. so here I put in ryu ga gotoku (龍が如く). on buyee, I have rgg and dead souls as saved searches so I can just click on them to easily autofill the search bar which is handy.

items will populate and you'll see prices in yen and for me, usd. these are the *listing prices, not the *final price. since I'm using a proxy, there will be additional fees per item I get. also, the currency exchange rate occasionally changes so if something goes up or down in price, that be why.

💥 pls also note prohibited items that proxies cannot ship internationally such as items with flammable fluid which can include perfumes, lighters, etc. other things like alcohol, which may be okay for like 99% of countries is not okay, for example, in the US lol unless you go thru customs paperwork n shit. *ebay is usually where you want to go for prohibited items as those sellers *will go thru the process of filing the proper forms to send such items.

💥 pls be aware of scalpers! I tend to browse multiple pages and multiple listings of the same item to see what the prices typically fall around. if it looks too cheap, be aware of an item's description. if it looks too expensive, it probably is.

let's use this bad boy as an example. the main things you wanna look at on any item is the condition and the photos to be *sure* you are happy with what you're getting. if you see the same photos across listings, be a lil wary. you can see estimated shipping times and the seller's general ratings. always read item explanations if there is one in case the seller makes any notes of defects or other things.

you can add to shopping cart to keep browsing or you can go to the order page to immediately purchase.

so proxies typically have different plans you can choose when you buy items and that adds towards the fees. these can include inspections, insurance, etc of items when they arrive at the proxy warehouse (see your proxy's FAQ for plan descriptions). it's up to you what you deem worth choosing, if at all. for most things, I just go with whatever costs me 0 lol - especially if it's a cheaper item that I really don't feel needs to be inspected or insured, like a plushie or keychain. regardless of plan, you'll have to pay some proxy service fee (here the "buyee service fee"). in the top right, you'll see the total cost of everything. once you're happy, then you pick your form of payment. I usually go with paypal.

you can go to your page and see typical stuff like orders, settings, and the like. there's often specific tabs for certain sites like auctions so you can go there for anything you purchase in that way. the cart is anything you've added but haven't bought.

the orders tab is for anything bought and you may see the status of its shipping to the proxy warehouse which I'll get to in the next bit.

package information is everything that has arrived to the warehouse so here you can see I have 12 items currently waiting to be shipped to me.

user information, pretty basic but do MAKE SURE your addresses and things are 100% correct. it would really suck nuts if you pay out the ass for international shipping and it gets sent to the wrong place.

on the orders tab, you can see the status of the item. it contains important bits like date ordered and order # (I've blotted out mine). order received is *you* paying for the order. order completed is *buyee* paying for the order. shipped means the seller has shipped to buyee's warehouse address and arrived at warehouse is self explanatory.

*sometimes, a seller may cancel an order after you've paid for it and you will be refunded. this is often due to the seller unable to actually send the item for whatever reason or they don't sell to proxies. nothing you can really do about it but I've only had it happen a couple of times in dozens of purchases.

back to the package information tab, here you can see all the packages that have arrived at the warehouse waiting for shipment. proxies will store packages for free for a certain number of days - buyee being 30 while I've seen other go to 45 days, etc. after that time is up, you will be charged for storage per day so be aware of that!

here you can consolidate packages which means putting everything into one shipment instead of going individually. you can see estimated costs of shipping per item which, if you did each item individually, that would be mad expensive. when you consolidate, things can still be pretty pricey but imo better to pay idk 150 bucks in shipping for 10 items instead of 300 bucks for all 10 individually.

💥 shipping is calculated by weight so be aware of that when you buy items - however baseline costs will be the same for lighter items regardless of how much they weigh. baseline costs for me is around 15-30 bucks regardless of what I get. for example, I have a teeny tiny keychain in storage and several figures. the shipping for that keychain is the same cost as the figures so it's only sensible to lump them into one package cuz I ain't paying out the ass to ship 1 keychain lol.

you are free to consolidate what you want and how. if you wanna consolidate some packages to ship now and you wanna do others later, you are free to. just keep in mind your budget and storage time!

proxies also offer services to protectively wrap your packages. if you're concerned about damage, then choose that option when you consolidate. I don't often do it unless what I'm buying can break otherwise all my packages have arrived relatively unharmed.

💥 proxies will consolidate things AS IS so if you have a buncha figures that don't have their boxes, the proxy will put them in a shipping box just as they are, however they received them from the seller. so if the seller only bubble wrapped the figure, it will be sent to you just like that, no additional protection unless you pay for that option.

*consolidation can take some days and you'll be informed when items are ready to ship. at that point, you pay the shipping and that's it! you can choose what type of shipping you wanna go with (such as DHL, EMS, sea mail (if it's available), etc at differing prices and arrival times. pick what's best for you. *note, sea mail is often the cheapest but the slowest (like several months arrival time) and not available to every country (plus you'd want protective packaging for this just in case cuz boat rides be bumpy)

here are some examples of shipping costs for a single one of my items. some of these options will disappear when I consolidate cuz shipping a lil figure is very different from shipping a larger box full of multiple things.

💥 be sure to read EVERYTHING and make sure you know what options you're choosing to make sure it fits your budget and expectations of arrival time.

one more thing proxies can do is order from a number of sites that aren't on the main page. for buyee, you want to go to the other sites information tab and then click "purchase request for other sites."

here you can input the information of whatever site you want to see if the proxy can purchase it for you. this is how I buy things on ebten like the jpn only preorders. if the proxy cannot buy the requested item, they'll let you know.

if they can go thru with the order, they will confirm your payment and it goes thru the same process as any other order.

#pls ignore the one piece crap I'm buying I'm very sick you see #proxy guide #blog mod

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your firefighter wolf alpha lets you sleep over

General Plot: Your house burns down, but no fear, a handsome firefighter wolf alpha is happy to let you sleep in his guest room.

Wolfman Firefighter x female Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

W: longer nsfw smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, knotting and breeding kink , baby trapping, ambiguous ending

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you watched everything you owned burn to a crisp. Had you left the stove on? A candle? You couldn’t remember, shivering in your bare feet and pajamas wondering what you were going to do next. If it wasn’t for the brand new fire alarm your friend Ruston had installed, you might not have even made it out alive.

The local fire chief and pack alpha Ruston came jogging over, his yellow uniform hanging open revealing a firm chest of white fur. The blaze cast his huge form in sharp silhouette while the rest of the wolves in his pack fought it with hoses. His eyes were full of concern and he threw his jacket around your shoulders, pulling you over to an ambulance.

“Come on (Y/N), let’s have the boys look atcha,” he said.

“I’m fine!” you fussed, scared, confused, and overwhelmed. Your nerves were strung tight. Your hand clapped to your mouth and you looked up at him apologetically. If it bothered him you couldn’t read it on his canine face.

“Indulge me, peach?” he asked in the soft, but stern voice that always made you cave, “you could have inhaled some smoke.”

He was right and he was the expert. You needed to listen to his advice. He was always right and sometimes it drove you crazy. He was about fifteen years older than you. You’d met when he came to the elementary school you taught at to teach the kids about fire safety.

After the demonstration you had struck up a conversation and found you both liked to do charity work. Over the years you kept running into each other at the soup kitchen you volunteered at.

He volunteered there too when he could, which wasn’t as often as you because of his job, but often enough for you to get to know each other pretty well over the 8 hour shifts.

Volunteering, his work, and pack duties kept him too busy to date, so it never really came up and you assumed he wasn’t interested. You thought he was very attractive with his white fur and golden eyes, but you didn't know much about wolves. He probably had a wolf princess somewhere he was prearranged to marry and that was about as much thought as you’d given it over the years you’d known him.

He let the EMT’s take your vitals and breathe oxygen out of a bag until they were satisfied you didn’t need to go to the hospital. By that point reality had started to set in and tears were forming in your eyes. What were you going to do? Maybe with the cheap insurance policy you had you could afford a new house, but a new car? Clothes? Furniture? Food? Your $500 in savings was not going to cover that.

You sat on the bumper of the ambulance just staring. You pulled Ruston’s coat tighter around you, catching a whiff of his masculine musk mixed with the slight scent of smoke. It was a small comfort and you let your mind go blank so you could bask in it for a second without any complicated thoughts. His voice pulled you out of your stupor.

“Hey, peach, it’s going to be okay,” he said, leaning down to your eye level and brushing your cheek with a claw, “you don’t need a place to stay while you get yourself put together, I’ll take you home as soon as we’re done here.”

You started to shake your head, but he held up his hand.

“I won't take no for an answer, I know that face too well,” he said, “you're in shock. Don’t try to think right now, just let me take care of it. We can figure out everything tomorrow morning when you’ve had some sleep and some food.”

You conceded that he probably knew better than you and you didn’t have another plan. Your wallet, your phone, and all your credit cards were in the burning house.

His claws curled around you protectively as he glanced over his shoulder at the rest of his pack working dutifully to put out the fire.

“Thank you, Ruston,” you murmured, “I don’t know what I would do without you here.”

He pulled you into his soft furry chest and stroked your hair.

“Everything is going to be okay, (Y/N),” he assured you.

You didn’t see how that was possible, but you just closed your eyes and let him comfort you. There was nothing else for you to do.

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“What do you mean I’m fired?” you gasped at your principal, holding the slip of paper she’d given you announcing your dismissal. You were wearing clothes Ruston had bought you so you could get back to work, but as soon as you came in you were called into the principal’s office.

“There was a very serious complaint filed against you Miss (Y/N). You behaved inappropriately with a student’s parent.”

You gasped in horror as raunchy pictures of yourself in lingerie you’d taken for some past boyfriend were spread out on the table, printed on a sheet of paper along with emails from your address trying to seduce one of your student’s parents.

“But…but…this…it’s not true! It’s been photoshopped or something! I don’t understand!”

Your principal raised an eyebrow.

“That is you in the picture, right?” she asked.

You nodded numbly. It was you. A much younger you, but the same person.

“Then I think that says all there is to be said,” she snapped, “we don’t tolerate this kind of perverted, pornographic behavior here, Miss (Y/N), it’s an elementary school. Please vacate the premises or you will be escorted out.”

Your mind was too muddled to say much else and you stumbled out of her office, tears streaking down your cheeks. You didn’t even bother to ask yourself why Ruston’s truck was still sitting outside of the school waiting for you.

“What happened, peach? What’s wrong?” he asked, hopping out of the pickup and running over to you. He grabbed you by your shoulders and stuffed you into the passenger seat.

“They fired me!” you sobbed, letting out big ugly tears.

“They called me a pervert!” you cried.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, pulling you across the seat into his lap, “they must have gotten it wrong. Of course you aren’t a pervert. Who would say something like that?”

You shook your head, your cheeks prickling with salt.

“I don’t know…I don’t understand it…none of it makes any sense! They’re saying I seduced someone! I don’t even know half the words in the email she showed me!”

According to the email, you had some very creative ways of referring to your cunt.

“Shhh,” he purred, pushing your head into his warm chest, because he already knew what they’d accused you of.

“Let me take ya home, peach,” he said, running his claws through your hair, “we’ll get some food in ya and a bath and everything will look a lot brighter.”

His slight southern accent and gravelly voice went a long way to soothe you. When he said it was going to be okay, you almost believed it. You sniffled, dehydrated from crying and out of tears, clinging to him in his lap while he drove you back to his house.

He unloaded you from his truck and carried you into the kitchen propping you onto a stool while he rustled through the cabinets for ingredients. He’d stocked up on foods for humans just for you.

He pulled out a bowl and some pancake mix, and rifled through the refrigerator to pour you a glass of orange juice.

“What am I gonna do Ruston?” you moaned, “nobody is gonna to hire me with that picture going around! I might as well leave the state!”

He froze for a second before gathering himself and sliding around the counter to you.

“Don’t say things like that, peach,” he cooed, holding you against him. There was something incredible about having a large fuzzy wolf hold you to his chest and your heart fluttered, despite your misery.

“Everything is going to be just fine,” he went on, “maybe you should just lay low for a while until this whole thing blows over.”

“Lay low?” you gasped, “what…what does that mean? Just hide somewhere?I have to eat! I can’t live in your guest room forever!”

No, because you would live in his bedroom, he thought.

“But you can live here for a while,” he reasoned, brushing your tears away, “just think about it. You’ve worked so hard, don’t you deserve a break? I don’t mind at all. It’d be nice to have some company for once.”

“A- a break…?” you mumbled.

“Sure, hon,” he said, slipping back to the other side of the counter to give you some room to think, “volunteer at the soup kitchen, work on a novel…just take some time to take care ah yourself and let me do the rest. I manage a whole pack, what’s one more?”

You chuckled.

“Ruston, thank you for the offer, but that’s crazy,” you said, “I can’t just live off of you. That’d be wrong of me.”

He flipped a pancake, wondering how to work his way out of this hole. You were too independent, he would have to break you of it.

“Well then help me out with the pack,” he said, liking the idea more and more as the seconds passed in silence.

“Doing what?” you asked.

He shrugged, plating a pair of pancakes for you.

“I need lots of little errands run, things organized, there’s plenty of work to be done. You don’t have to answer now, just sleep on it and tell me what you think tomorrow.”

Warm food went a long way towards winning you over. He slid the pancakes across the table to you, covered in butter and syrup and you could forget your sorrows for a few sweet minutes while you ate the fluffy treat.

“Let’s getcha in the bath,” he said when you were full and had a little smile on your face. Wolves had different baths than humans. Instead of a small porcelain tub, they built large stone baths sunk into the floor with underground heating that could be kept filled and warm for a long time. His was already filled with tepid water, as if he had been preparing for this when he led you in.

The space felt small, filled with steam and Ruston’s large body. The scent of his musk surrounded you. There was something…maybe his pheromones that smelled so good to you. You just wanted to roll in it. You brushed a few fingers absently over his hip as you slipped past him.

He reached above you, putting you directly in line with his broad chest and his chiseled pectorals.

“Here’s some soap,” he said, pulling down a bottle and leaning down to set it behind you. As he dipped his head, his mouth brushed yours. Maybe it was because your life was a total wreck and nothing was making any sense, but you leaned in and pressed your lips against his muzzle.

You immediately drew back, your cheeks going red.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I- Mppf!”

Your words were cut short by Ruston’s tongue in your mouth. He lapped at you, kissing in the way wolves did, before dropping his nose greedily down your neck to graze the skin with his teeth. How long he’d been waiting to taste you. He couldn’t stop himself. He was sure he wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t kissed him first. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

He licked his way down your body, popping the buttons of your shirt and your bra all at once with one downward swipe of his claw. His agile tongue pushed its way past the loose cups to your nipple and he gave it a long lap, before licking and nibbling it with his teeth.

“Ah…Ruston!” you gasped, surprised by his passion.

He hoisted you up on the small countertop in the room, stripping you of your pants.

“Need you,” he grunted, his animal taking over.

You could see the feral look in his eyes. Ruston was gone and his wolf wanted to rut.

Something in you said fuck it. Everything else in your life was trash, why not have this one thing? Let the handsome wolf firefighter ravish you. You wanted it. Maybe you’d always wanted him.

You nodded slowly, giving him your permission, and your panties went with the rest of your clothes. He dropped to his knees, his flat tongue invading your folds.

“Sooo good,” he groaned into your pussy. He’d waited ages to taste you and it had been worth everything he had done. He wiggled his tongue into your channel eager to lick up your flavor. Your hands gripped his head, digging into the fur on either side of his ears.

He pushed a thick finger into your pussy, bringing the incredible pressure of his tongue to your clit. Your cunt spasmed around his finger. It had been a long time since you’d had sex and the pleasant invasion blew your mind. Colors flashed in front of your eyes as you ground your hips into his face.

“Fuck Ruston!” you squalled, “I’m gonna cum!”

He just growled at you, but it sounded like a good sort of growl, so you let yourself go, pushed over the edge by the vibration of his tongue on your little nub.

You fell back into the cool mirror behind you and Ruston popped up, his muzzle wrinkled and his teeth bared as if he were going to attack. His long tongue ran over his lips, as he drew your juices into his mouth and he loomed over you. It was clear by the thick rod thrusting into his pants and the dark wet spot of precum there what he wanted.

You fumbled with his belt without having to ask and his deep pink cock popped out, drooling cum. He didn’t hesitate to line himself up with your slit and thrust inside.

“Mine,” he snarled, his claws digging into the fat flesh of your ass as he lifted you up and fucked you into the wall.

His instincts were locked in on you. He needed to rut you and knot you. He curled his body down to you, so he could tangle his much larger tongue with yours. He savored your flavor before pulling you off of him and propping you up on your knees on the counter so you were high enough for him to enter you easily.

He bent you forward until your cheek was pressed into the glass and fucked you like you were his pretty doll, his hand buried in your hair, holding your head back so he could see your face and your spine arched.

“Yeah, sweet peach, that’s it,” he grunted, his laser focus dropping to your ass, “you can take it.”

You weren’t sure of that, feeling his huge shaft in your stomach. He was splitting you open so wide you could only drool and moan into the glass. His cock was made for wolf pussies, you were just a tiny human. He was big enough to fuck you stupid and was just barely squeezing into you.

He loved how his claws looked digging into the plump flesh of your rump. How he wanted to just take a bite out of it. He felt his knot swelling at base of his cock and he hurriedly jammed it in before it got too big to fit.

He could have waited…held off until your relationship was more established to knot you, but his wolf was having its way with you and it wanted to seal all of his cum inside you and breed you.

You screamed a full bellied scream at the intrusion. It hurt a bit, but more than that it stretched you more than you thought you could go. He rocked it gently inside of you as it swelled to its full size, careful of your smaller biology, until you moaned again in pleasure. His finger slipped underneath you and stroked your clit, soothing your aches and making your pussy wetter as he worked the knot deeper into you.

“Easy, little one,” he coached, “you can do it. Just like that.”

Your pussy milked his cock and his wolf loved it. You had a fat ass, but your pussy was small and his wolf didn’t want to hurt you. He pulsed his thrusts in rolling waves, gently, but firmly bringing himself to release in you as he strummed your clit.

You reached back clinging to his fur with a decadent scream, as he bottomed out in you, forcing himself and his knot all the way in. The two of you came in tandem, his teeth sinking into your shoulder right as your orgasm bloomed masking the pain.

Your fingers drifted shakily to the wound as you went limp, panicking a little when you pulled back and there was blood, but he nuzzled your hand away with his muzzle, licking the spot until it was soothed. His knot was still inside of you, locking you together, so he slid the two of you backwards into the bath to wait for it to go down.

“Wh-wh-what did you do…?” you panted, the warm water slipping around you while he continued to lick your neck.

“I marked you,” he said, “but don’t think about it now…just relax.”

To distract you he flicked your oversensitive clit, licking your neck, until he brought you back up to a dizzying height, so full and stretched around his knot.

“Let go, (Y/N) he whispered,” you didn’t hear the double meaning in his words, just indulging in your orgasm as you clutched his furry body.

Finally, you were too spent to think anymore and you let the hot bath and Ruston’s rhythmic licking ease you to sleep.

As Ruston held you while you slept, he hoped he’d bred you. He’d replaced all of your birth control with sugar pills, so he knew you were fertile. It was only a matter of fucking you until his seed took root.

He licked the wound on your neck again that would scar and leave his bite on you, claiming you forever. The red punctures, the unique shape of his teeth, looked so perfect on your (Y/C) skin.

When his knot went down he eased himself out of you, cleaning up your pussy a bit with his fingers before he wrapped your dead weight in a towel. He scooped up your panties as he took to his bed. After he laid you down and tucked you in he went down to his basement, unlocking a door only he had the code to. Inside, he’d built your shrine.

He’d been stalking you for a long time.

He could have asked you out like a normal person years ago, but he wasn’t a normal person. He needed to own you. It was something perhaps broken in his brain.

He’d assaulted all your dates, threatening each one after they dropped you off at your front door. No one ever called you back. You chocked it up to hook up culture. He’d crept into your house when you were at the school, stealing your panties and cumming in your food. You’d seriously blamed the little things you found amiss when you returned home on a ghost you’d named “Annie”.

He stalked your social media, had a tracker on your car, and had installed cameras all over your house that he could monitor from his phone. He’d even phished his way into your email account. Everything that seemed a little off in your life, you’d found a reason to brush away.

The fact that only he commented on your social media photos, the fact that you were always running into one another around town, and that he knew things about you he shouldn't know, like your dress size.

Maybe if you had been thinking about those things it all would have turned out differently.

He wanted you so badly he felt like he could just eat you up. His mouth watered when he thought about it. No, a normal relationship was not enough.

He needed you completely dependent on him. Completely under his control. You had to be his and his alone. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to share you with the children you taught. Only his children should get your love.

He’d sent the emails getting you fired from your teaching job from your email account, choosing the most chaste lingerie photo he could find to attach, but the most lurid language he could think of.

He hated to do it, but it was the easiest thing he could think of to get you fired, short of blackmailing your principal. That had been his second plan if this didn’t work, but then he would have to try and do the same thing to every other school you applied to. This way no one in a hundred miles would hire you.

He’d started the fire in your house, knowing just how to do it as a firefighter. Hiding in the bushes, he'd watched you climb out of your window with the escape ladder he installed. He needed you helpless with nothing for his plan to work, so he'd burned it all up.

There were pictures of you on the wall of this room, locks of hair he’d cut while you were sleeping, notes you’d discarded that he liked the way your handwriting looked, and other things he’d stolen from your house. The most relevant at the moment were the panties pinned to a bulletin board marking important dates to him.

One pair he’d stolen after he’d watched you bike all the way home from downtown, driving slowly behind you so he could watch your ass as you peddled your little legs off.

Another had been from a day he’d seen you at the soup kitchen and you’d complimented his fur. He just liked that memory so he’d stolen those panties from your laundry bin while you were at work the next day.

There were a hundred of them, stolen over the course of a few years. How you didn’t realize so many of your panties were going missing he never knew, but you always absently ordered more online to replace the ones he stole, thinking the washer was eating them.

He had them all labeled and he neatly wrote a new label for this one on a crisp strip of paper cut specifically for this purpose. Claiming (DATE). He pinned the note and the panties to his board and stood back looking at all of the things he’d collected.

He’d sit you down in the morning and explain to you that you belonged to him. He was sure you would accept him, because no one loved you as much as he did. No one knew you like he did. No one deserved you as much as he did and he wouldn’t let anyone else have you.

#monster x girl #monster oc #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #human x monster #male yandere #yandere headcanons #monster smut #yandere smut #smut #wolf smut #wolfman #wolf #werewolf

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying - Two - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: The Hawkeyes and you seem to be on the same track...

Word Count: 3.5K

Content: College stress, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being a dad

"Kate Bishop! Your crush! Asked you that!? No way!" Ned, of course, couldn't believe it. But this was the same man who didn't realize he was going out with Betty Brant for two weeks

"What did you say after she asked?" MJ questioned when she looked up from behind her laptop on the couch.

"I said, "yeah!" and "that's awesome." Was that good?"

MJ shook her head. "Truly a wordsmith." Sarcastic as ever. MJ went back to her screen to basically ignore you and Ned.

"Well, anyways, congrats," Ned said, getting up from the dining room table where his and Peter's LEGO Death Star was kept. Why was it in your dorm and not there's you had no idea. But MJ helped from time to time, so you figured it was okay.

Ned and you walked into your room and closed the door.

"You know it's a good thing everyone knows you're gay, or else the amount of time we go to your room alone would be suspicious." You froze and thought about Ned's words. "Yeah, I guess... I wonder what MJ thinks we do?"

"I think Peter said we watch movies that she'd disapprove of."

That made sense. "Hmm, alright." You walked over to your bed and flopped onto it while you waited for Ned to do what he needed to do.

3...2...1. "Okay, got it." He said as your fingers formed into a 0. "Alright, what am I looking at?" Ned had pulled up security footage from a traffic light from three weeks ago.

"Okay, this was when that building on 10th in Hell's Kitchen burned down." Ned played the video, and it showed a group of guys in Tracksuits fleeing from the building as they piled into a black SUV moments prior to the building going up.

"Okay. So the Tracksuits are back.." You thought out loud as Ned moved his cursor to another video.

"This was from last week on 3rd in Harlem." The video played and was almost identical to the third one. Except the SUV and the plates on the car were different.

You stood in thought as the last video started. "This was last night."

You recognized the building immediately as you remember zipping past it last night. Just like the other two videos, it played out the same. When the video stopped, Ned looked at you.

"Okay, so as bad as their fashion choice is, they're not idiots. They have different cars and plates every time. Their faces are covered, and let me guess, if we follow the cars light by light, they end up at a chop shop?"

Ned nodded.

"So... it's gotta be the buildings." Ned tilted his head. "What do you mean? It's not the chop shops?" You shook your head. "Chop shops are easy to bust. It's like they want you to follow them there. The buildings. The ones they burn. That's the real money."

Ned looked from you to the screen.

"So you think these tracksuit guys are burning the buildings for insurance money?" You shook your head and entered your closet to change into your Spidey Suit.

Just because you're gay doesn't mean you want guy your friend Ned to see you.

"No, I think someone is hiring these guys to do it." You huffed as you remembered who had the tracksuit mafia in his pocket last time.

Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin.

He was a roach you could never squash just right.

If he owned the buildings, that means there was a lot more at play.

"Okay." You stepped out of the closet and quickly scarfed down a leftover slice of pizza Ned had. "Do you think you could find out who owns these buildings?" Ned nodded. "It's probably a bunch of shell companies, but I can do my best." You patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." You hurried across your room and grabbed your mask.

"Oh, and when Peter comes over, could you maybe not tell him I went patrolling? Tell him I overheard something on the radio." Ned gave a flat smile.

Lying was not his strong suit.

"If you do, I'll-"

"Hey, Y/N, are you still in there?" You gave a panicked look to Ned before putting on your mask and twhiping away before MJ wildly opened the door.

She looked from the open window to Ned.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Uhhh..." Ned was really bad at lying. "She left..ago- a while ago!" He was in trouble. "Yeah?" MJ crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "How come I didn't see her leave?"

Ned's brain scrambled.

"Blindness?" Ned said, making MJ stand up straighter. "I turn a blind eye to many things, Ned, but this won't be one of them." She uncrossed her arms and stretched her arm out to grab the door handle to the room. "By the way, nice camera footage, totally not suspicious at all." She thinned her eyes and hummed as she closed the door.

After swinging for what felt like a good enough distance away from campus, you stood on the roof of an old pizzeria.

Your phone chimed, and you had a text from Ned. "Did my best. Sorry. 😭😭😭"

You laughed and reassured him that he wouldn't be fired from his guy-in-the-chair duties.

"Keep me posted on the buildings." You sent your final text and put your phone away.

You then stared out into the boro you find yourself in. In the distance, you can see what remains of a shootout you helped rescue people from two months ago. You think about a girl you saved who said she wanted to be like you when she grew up.

Your heart warmed, and you told her to stay in school and that she'd be better than you.

Which was looking more and more accurate by the day as you leaped off the pizzeria, ignoring a text from your brother about the essay you still needed to do.

At the same time, Kate Bishop entered her dorm room, walking past her blonde roommate and fast friend Cassie Lang at her desk before Kate collapsed facedown onto her bed.

"What's wrong?" The slightly shorter of the two, Cassie, turned around and asked. "Tired." Kate's muffled voice spoke.

"How late were you out last night?" Cassie asked as she stood up, approaching her friend's bed. "Past 3," Kate said, making Cassie go wide-eyed. "Kate Bishop! The rule was 2:30 at the latest!"

Kate rolled over and lifted herself up. "I'm sorry." She pouted at her friend, who instantly pulled her into a comforting hug that turned into Kate leaning on Cassie's shoulder. "What else is wrong?" Cassie asked as she saw how exhausted Kate looked.

"Nothing," Kate said, but Cassie wasn't so sure. "Are you doing some overthinking?" Kate froze eventually before nodding. "What about?"

"Clint and the Tracksuits."

Kate spoke freely about her other life to Cassie.

Kate used to tell people openly about how she was working with an Avenger, but after what happened with her mom and Kingpin last year, she toned it down.

Now, the only people who know are Cassie, Pizza Dog, and a rouge assassin for hire. Plus, Clint and his family.

Cassie only found out when she woke up in the middle of the night to see Kate in her Hawkeye outfit on the floor.

Kate tripped, falling through the window, and busted her chin.

Kate wanted to tell more people like you. But as previously mentioned. She liked you and didn't want you to get hurt because of her.

So, she kept her Hawkeye circle small.

However, Kate couldn't get the idea out of her head... what if she told you?

"Kate?" Cassie poked the forehead of her dorm mate. "Where'd you go?" She asked.

Kate sat up and cracked her neck, ignoring the question. Cassie noticed as she raised her eyebrows and returned to her desk. Choosing schoolwork, Chemistry in particular, over prying answers from Kate.

"Do you think I should tell Y/N?" Kate spoke up and waited for Cassie to turn around. But she didn't.

"Cass?" Kate asked as she stepped off her bed and walked next to her friend. "Cass?" She asked again before realizing Cassie had put in her AirPods.

Cassie turned to her left and jumped, startled, before pulling them out. "Oh shit. What's up?!" Kate opened her mouth. "I..- nothing. I just was going to tell you that I.. wanted to.."

She couldn't do it.

"I wanted to invite Y/N to my archery practice!" Kate put on a smile and watched her friend's face light up.

"Oh my God, I love that! Please do it! Ugh, she's so pretty!" Cassie was happy for her friend finally doing something about her crush. "She is," Kate replied with a blush. "Think she'll show?" Kate then asked.

"Why wouldn't she?" Cassie tilted her head, entirely focused on the conversation.

Cassie and you had hung out briefly when your friend group and Kate's got together, but she has never witnessed how your superhero life affects you.

Kate shrugs. "Lately, Y/N has been... flaky isn't the right word.. but not here? I guess? She's always tired too. She bails on plans with her and Peter sometimes."

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"I've seen it at the library. Their study block is next to mine." Cassie nodded. "Plus, MJ's told me."

"Michelle Jones?" Cassie questions, making Kate nod. "She's roommates with Y/N, right?" Kate nods again. "Well, what does she think." Kate folds her lips into her mouth and raises her eyebrows.

"She thinks Y/N is The Spider."

Cassie's mouth drops before forming into a smile of laughter. "What?!" Kate nods with her own smile. "It's true. She's convinced."

Cassie laughs, making Kate giggle. "She took pictures of The Spider over a summer once. That doesn't mean she's THE Spider." Kate nodded as her smile naturally faded. "That would be funny," Kate said, making Cassie laugh again.

"Well, good luck with having your crush at practice tomorrow." Kate waved Cassie off as she went to the bathroom to shower and change. "Going out?" Cassie yelled through the closed bathroom door.

"Not till later. Why?" Kate replied as she took her top off. Her eyes finding a yellow bruise on her chest. "Looks like it's gonna snow."

And snow it did.

It started to come down after you stopped an armed robbery. Armed being used lightly as the men committing the crime were carrying toy guns.

Plus, the bank they chose to hit was a block down from a police station.

So, as you swung back up onto a nearby roof, snow hit your mask. You smiled and lifted up the mask to expose your mouth and nose. You inhaled and exhaled, watching your breath hang in the air.

The snow touched your face and melted against your warm pink cheeks.

It was cool and calming.

A few seconds of much-needed peace.

"I love snow." You whispered to yourself as the wind blew, making you shiver, but you remained now sitting on the roof with your smiling face to the darkened sky.

After enough time, you pulled out your phone.

"I should see if anyone needs any help." But before you could check the Friendly Neighborhood Spidey App, you were receiving a call from an unknown number.

"Ew, who calls anyone after 7?"

You weighed the options of answering it due to your fear of talking on the phone, but after three rings, you caved. "Hello?"

"Yes, hello, I'm calling for a Y/N Parker." The male voice on the other end sounded familiar.

"This is she." You said, standing up. "Ah, Y/N! Nice to put a voice to a list of your academic achievements." The male chuckled. "This is Dr. Otto Octavius." You physically stopped pacing and smiled. Holy crap! You were speaking to THE Dr. Octavius!

"Dr. Octavius! Hello! Wow, I can't believe you called. I take it Dr. Connors passed along... well, my life." You sent a small laugh Otto's way. "He did." He replied with a smile. "And I must say he was right; you're a bright student, Y/N."

You made a "yeah!" gesture with your arm.

"But-" Oh no! "I agree with Connors when he says you've been struggling. I can see just by looking at your grades and past reports that you're lazy. Brilliant but lazy."

"I- I'm trying to do better." You paved around the empty rooftop. "I've just had a lot of personal stuff happening lately."

The other side of the line went quiet.

"Parker, intelligence is not a privilege. It's a gift."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, butDr. Octavius stopped you. Do you think you'll be free after the holidays?" You perked up at that and stood on your tiptoes.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"Uh yes- yes sir! You'll have my undivided attention!"

Dr. Octavius hummed.

"On the second Monday after the new year, I'd like to speak with you face to face. From there, we can see how we'll proceed with one another. That's about a month away, Parker. That should give you time to get your other affairs in order."

You nodded your head. "Yes, sir. Thank you!"

"I'll email you the information and where to meet me two weeks from now. Happy Holidays."

The line went dead, and you cheered. You just got an interview with Dr. Otto Octavius. He called you lazy, but he also said you were brilliant!

You put your phone away and jumped off the roof of the building with an aloud cheer that you were certain people did not appreciate.

Meanwhile, Kate was unlocking the door to her aunt's place to meet up with Clint. What she wasn't expecting was for Clint to be there already.

"Trust me, I don't plan on missing two Christmas' in a row."

Clint was on the phone.

Kate quietly closed the door, dropped her bag, and quiver on the floor.

"Laura..." Clint sounded tired. "With Kingpin back, I'd feel awful if I left and something happened." Kate's lips formed into a flat line. "Yeah, no, she's great. Kicking ass on her own." Clint said and laughed when his wife replied back.

Kate tried to remain quiet, but a floorboard creaking under her left foot gave her away. Lucky's head shot up from Clint's lap, making the archer turn around. "Hey, babes, Hawkeye just arrived, so I gotta go. Yeah. Yeah. I'll be safe. Love you too."

Clint smiled before hanging up. "She says hi." Kate nodded and told Clint to tell Laura hi the next time they spoke.

Kate grabbed a spot on the loveseat next to the couch.

"I didn't hear you come in," Clint spoke up as he put his phone away. "Don't know if that's my old age or..." He tapped his ear. "Maybe I'm just getting better at sneaking around," Kate replied with a smile.

Clint nodded his head with a chuckle. Kate was saving him from embarrassment.

Clint was still struggling with his hearing loss.

"Yeah, well... maybe it's all three," Clint said as he looked away from Kate. His hand still petting the dog.

Something in the room always shifted when talks like these happened. It reminded the two archers that time and missions with one another were limited.

Clint couldn't do this forever.

He didn't want to do this forever. He had a family and a life outside of being Hawkeye.

But damn, if he wasn't going to miss someone, he considers family—an annoying girl who was somehow more skilled than him but clumsy as hell, Kate Bishop.

Clint kicked his tongue and scooted Lucky off his lap before getting up and grabbing a water from the ridge and a laptop from his bag. "While you were at school. I got a friend to do a little research."

Clint returned, sitting at the edge of the couch closest to Kate. He opened the laptop and clicked on a folder of files. Blueprints. Bank records. Phone calls and messages all popped up on the screen.

"A friend?" Kate asked with a knowing smirk.

Clint ignored her as he took a sip of water. Clicking on the map of the city. Certain buildings highlighted in red. Others in grey. "What am I looking at?"

"The red ones are the burned-down buildings." Kate took a look at the map again. "And the grey... Potential targets?" Clint nodded before clicking on another file. It was a picture taken by Clint last night. "This is a zoomed-in photo of the blueprint on the Tracksuits wall."

"Their next target?" Kate asked. "I think so. We find one of the grey buildings that matches this blueprint." He pointed to the screen. "We can stop them."

Stop them, hurt them, make them confess, give us the details and whereabouts of Wilson Fisk.

You know, that kind of stop them.

Kate looked at the screen again. She moved pieces of her hair behind her ears before leaning into the screen. "How do we know they'll target one of the grey ones?"

Clint moved the cursor on the screen and clicked on an open tab. Finical records. "The ones burned down and these ones." The ones highlighted grey. "Are all owned by different shell companies, but when you really start digging deep, you find that they all go to the same place. Red Lion National Bank."

"Kingpin," Kate said.

Clint nodded. "He owns them all."

"So what he uses these buildings as cash houses and then burns them down when they aren't needed?" Clint shrugged. "It's a working theory. I'm sure there's more involved than money." Kate agreed.

"This one looks like the blueprint. But... but so does this one." Kate said as she clicked between two different buildings.

"It's probably built by the same company that's why they're not so different." Clint thought. "We could go stake out one and see how much movement happens."

"Sounds good to me. Doesn't look that far away. I mean it's far but- you get what I mean." She flopped her hand at Clint.

He laughed.

"Alright well, let me go get changed and we'll be off." Clint stood up and clapped his hands. "Oh, I also already fed Lucky and took him out so no need to worry."

Pizza Dog perked his ears up.

"Awww did Uncle Clint already take care of you?" Kate turned on her baby voice as she leaned over to kiss and pet the dog. "You're such a good boy!" Lucky's tail started wagging. Clint playfully rolled his eyes as he walked to the bathroom.

As she waited Kate's mind started to wander.

"Alright, we just about ready?" Clint asked as he zipped up his vest and grabbed his bow. Kate stood up putting her phone into her pocket and nodded. "My stuff's by the door."

"Great." Clint and Kate made their way to the front door to finish gathering what they needed. "Oh, here." Clint tossed Kate a purple beanie.

She smiled and looked at Clint. "Occasion?"

"It's cold and snowing outside. Can't have you getting sick." Kate's heart warmed at that whether it was sarcastic or not. "Thanks. Where'd you get it?" She asked a she released her hair from its ponytail

"Stopped by my place in the city earlier. Found it in the closet."

What Clint failed to tell Kate is that the beanie wasn't store-bought.

It was handmade.

And before you ask. God, no Clint didn't spend hours crocheting a hat together.

Natasha Romanoff did.

"Looks better on you kid." Clint smiled as Kate dawned it with pride. "Hawkeye and Hawkeye. One with a beanie the other with a hearing aid!" Kate posed as if she was shooting an arrow and exaggerated her voice.

"Had to ruin it didn't you?" Clint teased as he opened the door.

"Bye, Lucky!" Clint waved to the dog before entering the hall. "Bye, Pizza Dog! Be good!" Kate flipped all but one light switched off and locked the door.

As the two archers made their trek to the location marked on Clint's phone he spoke up simply because he couldn't help himself.

"So... who were you texting earlier?"

Kate looked to her right confused. However, she knew what Clint was talking about. "Come on. Don't give me that look. I may be deaf at times but I'm never blind." Clint bumped into Kate as they kept waking. "Don't forget I'm also the father of a teenage daughter."

Kate had him there.

"A friend." She said. "Oh, a friend! Are they nice?" Kate nodded. "She's nice." Clint smiled. She. "Does she know about this?" Clint pointed to the arrows on Kate's back.

Kate shook her head. "She knows I do archery but that's it." Clint looked at Kate's side profile. "But you want to tell her?" Kate looked up. "How'd you know?"

Clint exhaled.

"Because Kate you like this friend of yours. You're young. Oh, and you're terrible at keeping secrets."

"Am not."

She was.

In Clint's eyes, it was a miracle the whole world didn't know the real identity of the "new" Hawkeye.

"Regardless, are you going to tell them?"

Kate shrugged. "I don't know."

Clint patted her shoulder. "That's alright." Kate smiled. "I invited her to my archery practice tomorrow and to study afterward. The text was about her coming over."

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Oh well as long as you're safe."

Kate furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. But before she could reply her phone buzzed.

It was a text from you.

"Sounds great! 🎯"

You smiled as you hit send.

Your fingers remained tightly gripped around your phone as you twhiped yourself through an alleyway.

You thought about double-texting Kate. Asking her how she was or what she was doing. Or why the sudden invite to her archery practice?

Was it just for fun? The want to hang out with you? Or did Kate truly just want to show off her toned arms and skills with a bow?

Could it be all of the above?

You closed out your messages app before you could accidentally send a double text and focused on your tingling.

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doberbutts · 10 months

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Like. Yes he can physically walk into the building. But at least around here in order to make an appointment at the doctor's office, you have to call ahead, the front desk literally won't let you in if you're not booked in their computer system. Unless you have a caption phone (which for those whose insurance and govt grants won't cover will cost roughly 75-300USD, also they operate on a significant delay and are not the most accurate transcribing in real time so hearies often get frustrated with the experience quickly and try to end the call) how are you supposed to make an appointment?

Okay so you got your friend to call. But you need to give personal information over the phone, better trust your friend. What if you don't have hearing friends or family? That's the reality for many deaf people, deafness has a huge genetic component so while my dad is deaf due to injury it's just as likely that someone deaf from birth literally has no hearing support system. Especially if they are too poor to afford an interpretor.

Speaking of. You finally get your appointment. The front desk asks you for your information. But you can't hear them. There's no interpretor. Luckily you brought a piece of paper with you to give to the nice front desk person. Better hold onto it and shred it at the first chance, someone can steal your identity with that. You're in the exam room. You don't hear the knock. The doctor comes in. There's still no interpretor. How can you give consent to any procedures if you can't hear what they're saying? The doctor writes it down. But they're frustrated so they just write down "blood test" and "open your mouth" rather than actually walking you through the appointment. You go home. They call and leave a voicemail with the results. You can't hear it. Was it normal? Do you have cancer? Do you have to make another appointment? You need someone else to listen to it and tell you.

This is the reality for a lot of deaf people. For many, it's worse- the older generations and even younger deaf folks who were denied language acquisition don't have the "write it down" option. ASL is not a one-to-one with either spoken or written English, you are asking deaf folks to be bilingual when you say that writing it down is a good replacement for an interpretor. And those who have no language acquisition can't even use the interpretor, because they were never taught ASL to begin with.

There are adaptive and assistive devices. My dad has a bunch of them because his insurance is really good due to his tenure from work before he retired so he's lucky that A: he was born hearing and so already had language acquisition before becoming deaf B: can afford to buy things to make his life liveable, and even then he still struggles. My phone automatically converts voicemails to text, his doesn't but I figured out how to turn the option on for him. It's an extra charge on his phone bill. Mine does it for free.

My dad's lucky. He says it all the time. A lot of deaf people have it worse.

Their legs work. They can get in the building just fine. They just can't do anything else sometimes.

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mapofthesea · 1 year

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forward!jimin x social media manager!fem!reader

hockey!au

genre: smut, fluff, porn with a hint of plot!

word count: 5.8k

summary: star forward Park Jimin is not only good at the game of hockey, but the game of life. He’s rarely faced with adversity and enjoys the perks of being admired by millions of fans between his sporting and modeling endeavors. To you, he’s nothing but a massive thorn in your side: a reminder of your past life as a puck bunny and your biggest challenge in landing your next promotion. He’s damn lucky he’s handsome.

warnings: arguing, tension from past relationship (they were never Together but they did fuck), swearing, jimin is a smug little shit, jimin with a lip piercing (!!!), hockey talk but no actual game time action, they have Feelings for each other, kind of enemies to lovers but lowkey, specific smut warnings include: penetrative unprotected sex (don’t do this irl!), dom!jimin x sub!reader, slightly bratty reader, degradation (he calls her a slut, she likes it though) and praise, making out/sloppy kissing, fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving), handjob, hair pulling, hickeys/marking, multiple orgasms, coming inside, slight overstimulation, aftercare ofc

a/n: as always my work is not proof read or edited so there may be some mistakes! Also this is clearly smut so please do not go below the cut if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with the content noted above. Happy reading!

The warmth of the hotel sheets engulfs you, the expensive feeling silk rubbing gently against your freshly washed skin. You barely know what time it is, but the sleep weighing down your eyelids negates any logic.

An involuntary sigh passes your lips as you feel your spine decompress from the cramped position you had to assume on the plane ride here. Your phone vibrates on the beside table but you skillfully ignore it, snuggling further into the comforter. A sweet lull of sleep starts to envelope you- and then your phone vibrates again. Once, twice, three times, and then the barrage of texts turns into a full blown call, rattling your phone violently.

"Fuck, what?" You yell, throwing the covers off and snatch the phone off of the bedside table. The brightness makes you squint, answering the call without seeing who it is.

"Hello?"

"Oh Thank God, Y/N. I need you to-" the sound of your boss's voice sends anger through your veins. It was his idea for you to travel to this tournament, and now he has the audacity to call you after working hours?

"No, please, Ken. It's late and I'm tired. Whatever the issue is it can wait until the morning."

"It really can't, Y/N. I need you to go talk to Park. Now." You still, heart hammering at the name. You can't imagine what the fuck he would need at this hour, but you're not a babysitter and you certainly aren't giving up your rest for him.

"No, I'm just here to do media for the games. It's not my problem if he needs a handler tonight." Ken sighs and the tension is palpable through the phone line. The silence buzzes through you like a live wire.

"If you don't go talk to him now, your job is gonna be a lot harder than it needs to be in the morning. Please, Y/N. I need someone with boots on the ground to help me. If you get it solved I'll fast track your application for the promotion." Ken's offer hangs over your head. Fuck this capitalist system and the fact that whoever takes the promotion is based more on connection than talent. As much as you despise having to continue to climb the ladder after years of hard work in college and the office, the perks of better health insurance glimmer in your mind.

"Okay, fine. I'm going." Anxiety spikes in your chest as Ken thanks you and hangs up. You vividly remember the last time you were one on one with Park Jimin, and the thought makes your cheeks flame. Suddenly your breezy pajamas feel too warm, and the slightly damp strands of your hair at the nape of your neck itch.

When you started your career in sports media, you never saw yourself working for the same hockey team he plays for. You always saw it as a near impossibility when you moved away from your hometown for the degree- but the universe works in weird and cruel ways that happen to force you into close quarters with a whole gaggle of professional hockey players. You really tried your very hardest to avoid interacting with any of the players on the team outside of working hours, not just Jimin. Although several of them had also flew in today and settled in the same hotel, you made sure to book with a separate airline and get a hotel room on a separate floor. You had no interest in mixing your business with your personal life; it’s nothing but an irresponsible risk.

But here you are now, embarrassing yourself by applying a fresh layer of deodorant before you leave your hotel room. The lavish hallways are luckily empty, and the cool elevator shaft eases the heat crawling up your neck. It’s incredibly nerve-wracking to imagine why you needed to have this intervention, and the idea of how he may answer the door makes you dizzy.

Maybe he’d injured himself? But surely you wouldn’t be the one called to his room in that case. There was always the possibility that he did something to cause a media storm- got into a fight, was spotted robbing a store, maybe it was reported that he did cocaine in a bathroom- but it had only been a few hours since their plane landed, so would he have had time for any of that? And wouldn't covering up a personal blunder be up to his personal manager, not you? Your palms slick with sweat at the possibilities of the mess you’re going to find behind his door.

You hover outside it, staring at the gold plated numbers illuminated by the nearby sconces. It's oddly intimidating to know he's just on the other side of the door; living and breathing and simply existing- perhaps making some kind of erroneous mistake that could ruin his career or basking in the aftermath of that. The wood of the door feels thick and expensive under your fingers as you knock, and it’s so feeble that you can almost guarantee he didn’t hear it. You swear and try again, knocking harder despite your shaking knuckles.

“Coming!” His voice sounds light and airy but it makes lead drop through your stomach. The urge to run away overtakes you and just as you make the decision that no, this isn’t worth the possibility of a promotion, the door swings open.

Park Jimin has no right looking this handsome at whatever ungodly hour you had knocked on his door. His black hair is mussed at the back of his head as if he had just been laying in bed. The softness of his hair is almost enough to weaken you, but the familiar narrowed cut of his eyes runs ice through you. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you blush and internally chastise yourself for the stupid reaction; you were here for a professional reason, so why the fuck was your heart hammering in your chest at a million miles an hour?

"What can I do for you, Y/N?" Jimin's silky voice filters through your hazy mind and you startle, shaking your head to clear the suffocation surrounding you. Alarm bells ring at the familiar cadence of his voice, the way he perfectly crafts the syllables that make up your name.

"Um, I-" your eyes flit around his face; the tempting golden sheen of his skin under the gold casted hallway lighting, the fullness of his cheeks and his pretty lashes and the silver gleam of his lip-ring...

"What the fuck is that?" You practically yell, pulled out of your reverence at his handsomeness as the lip ring registers. It's a bold silver curve, resting temptingly in the middle of his plush bottom lip. It shines as if tempting you to look closer, to touch it, to feel it. Your stomach stirs at the fleeting thought of how the cold metal would pull an addicting contrast between the heated press of his lips.

"This?" He licks at the metal with his tongue and you suddenly feel the need to take a seat. "Got it a while ago, honestly. Off season stuff." He waves his hand nonchalantly as if you'd asked him if he wanted chocolate or vanilla cake. "You like it?" He arches a perfectly shaped brow and leans casually on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. He's small and lithe for a hockey player, but you know that he has intimidating strength corded through his arms and the stamina to match.

Dumbly, you nod at his question. You like it a lot. Jimin lets out a heady laugh and you can only imagine how fucking stupid you look right now; slightly damp hair and a flushed bare face, mismatched sleep socks and these stupid lamb pajamas your mom got you for Christmas. Your face blanches at the sudden realization that the shorts were certainly too small for standing in a hotel hallway under Park Jimin's gaze.

"Wait, no, I'm here because Ken told me to come down and talk to you!" You backtrack quickly, pulling at the bottom hem of your t-shirt.

"Awe, come on Y/N, you mean you didn't want to come visit me for old times sake?" His electric eyes travel your bare legs. You grit your teeth and try to find the fire of anger in your stomach-the shield that's allowed you to ward off your feelings for him for so many years- but it's been replaced by the quivering attraction that never quite left.

"N-no, Jimin." You plant your hands on your hips; hoping to instill some of the social media manager persona back into your conversation. "That thing is a liability for you, and for me, it sounds like, because Ken sent me down here to take care of it. You'll have to get rid of it. It's out of regulations for the games." Jimin blinks owlishly, as if he had never considered that the piercing would be out of regulations.

"Really?" He licks the damn piercing again and your greedy eyes soak up every part; the perfect pinkness of his tongue and the way he maneuvers it around the metal in a tantalizing circle that's much too familiar. Your stomach simmers with arousal.

"Fuck, Jimin, yes. It really is out of regulations, and I would assume Ken saw some picture of you with it, and he's pissed and made it my problem because he isn't here yet. So please, for me, take it out for the games." When is this guy ever going to give you a break? You spent your entire teenage years pining for him and half of your college visits home tangled in his bedsheets, and now as a full fledged adult you're begging him to get his shit together so you can get considered for a promotion. "Please, Jimin, can you just do this one thing for me?" The exasperation of the night makes your voice whiny even to your own ears, and you can practically see Jimin's ears perk at the sound. A cheeky grin overtakes his features.

"If I remember correctly, I've done lots of things for you." You don't miss the shift in his voice; the darkened tone that haunted your dreams for months after you vowed to never speak to him again. Suddenly your throat feels dry and you choke on your rebuttal as he takes a confident stride into the hallway. You can smell the clean linen of his cologne and you instinctively close your eyes and take an inhale. Your nose flares and you swallow your impure thoughts.

"Listen." You poke a finger into his chest and immediately regret it; the firmness of his well toned muscles rejecting your jab. "Come on, Jimin. I'm begging you."

His chest shudders under your finger, and he's so close you can feel the exhale of his breath against your hair. You're frozen as he moves, clasping one of your shoulders with strong fingers. His grip makes your skin tingle as he lowers himself to match your stare.

"I seem to remember you being much better at begging, Y/N. Hmm? Want to try that again?"

Arousal lights your veins and your brain whirs into overdrive, screaming at you to follow the animal instinct clawing inside your gut. Unbidden flashes of your past with Jimin run through your mind: the grip of his hands on your plush hips as he drives himself into you, the paths of bruised kisses he left on your tits after hours of teasing them, the reddened claw marks you left on the bronzed skin of his back.

The current of dominance in his words sparks something dormant inside of you; the slumbering brattiness that you had converted into tenacity reborn. You surge up against him, closing the gap with a bruising kiss. He stumbles slightly in surprise but easily recovers, capturing you around the waist as you devour his mouth. The cool metal of the lip ring is just as addicting as you imagined it to be, wedged between the unending warmth of his plush lips. It's fucking addicting to be kissing him again as he pulls you against the hard planes of his body. There's no hesitation in his actions as he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you nipples pebble in response to the liquid heat he elicits in you.

Oxygen becomes useless to you the longer you kiss him. All that matters is the connection of your bodies, the slip of your tongues against one another. Your heart stutters with yearning as Jimin helps himself to a handful of your ass cheeks and you nip at his piercing playfully. A moan reverberates through him and he uses his grip on you to pull you impossibly closer, walking your bodies backward into his hotel room.

The change of scenery shocks you enough that you finally break from the kiss, panting from the exertion. The heavy door slams shut behind you as Jimin pushes it, perhaps a bit too hard. To your wild satisfaction Jimin looks just as winded as you feel. “Fuck,” he croaks the word and you smile, unable to hold back anymore. Something in your mind loosens, and you surge forward to fumble with the tie of his sweatpants. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and for a second you’re sure that the control he never gave you had become yours: that in the years you’d been apart he had shifted into a man who let you take. After so long of playing the sexy and mysterious playboy, Jimin had finally unraveled for you.

But his sudden strength re-emerges just as you begin to wiggle the fabric down his hips, and he captures your wrists under his palm. Forcing your wandering hands away, a familiar gleam of delight at your pliancy shadows his eyes.

“Oh, little girl, you know better than that, don’t you? Or did you forget how this goes for us?” He tuts dismissively but the passion on his face makes your knees weak. “You-“ he shuffles you closer to the king sized bed, “do what I want you to, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Arrogance colors his tone, and you have half a mind to tell him to shove it, but he guides your hands back to his cock and your brain shorts.

He’s hard, twitching under your touch as he holds your hands there, controlling the pressure of your touch. From your seated position on the bed you get a glorious view of the vein in his neck throbbing, and you regret not plastering any bruises onto his neck earlier. “You always were so good with your hands, Y/N. Fuck. Used to drive me crazy thinking about your hands on my dick.” The husk of his voice makes wetness pool between your thighs. It had been so long since you heard him like this but it was just as delicious as before. The pressure he holds on your hands relinquishes but it’s clear what he expects of you so you snake your hands under the layers of fabric dutifully.

You can’t help but tease him a bit, tracing the curve of his balls through the fabric of his expensive boxers. His hips jump forward and he bites out a warning that has you eager to feel the firm hotness of his bare cock in your hand. You shift forward to pull him free, and you keen at the sight of his cock.

A thatch of welcoming dark hair at the base, the length that puts your last boyfriend to shame, the pretty red-tinged head pulsing with a pearlescent shine of precum. Suddenly, you feel extremely empty.

The seam of your pajama shorts presses right where you need it, so you settle for rubbing your thighs together subtly for now. Your hand encases his length, starting with small gentle strokes that you know are doing nothing but driving him crazy. His stomach clenches and trembles as you start pumping him faster, relishing in the little jumps of his cock as your grip gets firmer.

“Feels so good,” the praise falls from him without thought and strikes a hot iron in your stomach, thighs rubbing together without much thought. “Pretty little hand on me like that, fuckin missed that.” The haze of arousal occupies you enough that you don’t allow yourself to overthink anything: instead taking the liberty to rub your thumb firmly over the tip of his cock. The precum aids your glide but you feel a devious idea sneak up on you and you promptly lean forward to spit directly onto his cock. The sound he makes is inhumane and you adore it, gobbling up the strained whimper of your name as he grasps your hair, hard.

Pleasure shoots down your spine at his grip and he grins slyly, calculating eyes shooting down to the quivering of your thighs. You don’t cease your hands, only adding the second to cup at his balls again while he appraises you. “My pretty little slut, spitting on my cock without me even asking.” He holds your hair harder, cocking your head just enough that you can’t look away from his smoldering eyes. “Are you my pretty little slut?”

You were expecting the question: a relic of your college aged trysts, but it still bowls you over like a semi truck.

“Y-yes, Jimin. ‘M your pretty little slut.” He grins so hard that his eyes scrunch and an approving sound rolls out of him. Your pussy throbs at that, hips canting forward as you mindlessly work your hands over his cock. “Do you need some help?” The grip on your hair disappears and you immediately miss it, the sting of your scalp serving as a beautiful reminder. It takes you a minute to decipher what he means, but the way his penetrating stare flickers between your eyes and your center clues you in. The seam of your shorts had been consistently stimulating you but not nearly enough for any kind of relief: you had soaked through them and your panties while Jimin spoke to you.

You pout at him and nod even though he really didn't need more persuasion. Jimin's quick to cup your pussy in his hand, rubbing his palm over the soaked fabric. Your grip on his cock tightens at his touch and he hisses approvingly, pressing harder against your pussy. You grind your hips upward in a bid to get him closer to your clit. The dull pressure of him cupping you entirely only heightens the neediness in your veins.

"Please, Jimin," you whine and petulantly drop your hands from him when he doesn't get the hint fast enough. Jimin arches a brow at you.

"Is this the game you wanna play, Y/N?" Only now do you realize that his hand has stilled as well, the heat of his palm radiating against your wetness. You shake your head, unable to bear the idea of being denied his touch any longer. "That's what I thought," he tuts. "Now be a good girl and keep touching me, and maybe I'll return the favor."

You immediately grasp for him again, making quick work of thumbing the vein running on the underside of his cock. Jimin returns the favor by honing in on your clit through the fabric of your shorts. You work each other in a lustful tandem, sharing moans until Jimin slips his fingers underneath the soaked layers of fabric on you. The feeling of his fingers on your bare pussy sends you reeling, hands doubling their work on him as he circles your clit with a nimble index finger.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're gonna make me fucking cum," his hips stutter wildly under your grip and you smile, dopey on the satisfaction and the energy building in your core.

"Wanna make you cum," you supply, squeezing the head of his cock lightly. Jimin grunts heartily, head tipping back against his shoulders and you know you have him right there. Triumph squeezes your heart as you make quick deliberate strokes across his cock.

You hear him cum before you feel it, the beautiful tone of his voice husked with arousal. His hips stutter and buck against your hand as his cum paints your top and your palm, the sticky wetness oddly satisfying to your lust addled brain. A laugh of disbelief leaves him as your hand finally loosens. His own hand comes back to life and you gasp; surprised by his renewed energy so soon after coming.

His chest heaves as he bares down over you, leaning your body back onto the plush mattress. His eyes skate down to the mess he made of your shirt and a devious smirk decorates his face.

"Hmm, maybe we should get you out of this messy shirt?" His voice is invariably playful again and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you.

"Oh, I guess if you insist..." you bat your eyes playfully as he dislodges his hand from your pussy. It leaves you feeling oddly cold, but the gentle tug at the bottom of your shirt distracts you.

"Can I?" The sheepish look on his face stuns you. After everything that had happened tonight, and all of the times he had taken the liberty of stripping you naked before, you're surprised to see the hesitation on his face.

"Yes, Jimin, if you're sure." You cup his face gently, thumbing the delicate metal of his lip ring. He nips at your fingertip and laves at the spot with his sinful tongue. The flush that stains your face is blocked by the fabric of your shirt as he shucks it off; and Jimin's gaze finds your tits immediately.

"So pretty," he pinches a nipple in reverence. "I missed these tits, Y/N. Missed you." You can't be sure if he meant to admit the last part, but hope strikes your heart regardless. He squishes your tits together and jiggles them, and for a second he's transformed back to the boyish college freshman he was when you first started to hook up; high on his new career as an athlete and the fame that came with it.

His tongue laves across the curves of your breasts, biting a bruise into the supple flesh right above your nipple. The pain transforms into arousal in a second, and your hips buck against him in silent question.

"Oh, can't have just half the outfit on, can we?" He dances his calloused fingers along the waistband of your tiny shorts before yanking them clean off, underwear easily going along with them. The rush of cool air that meets your pussy raises goosebumps along your skin.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you nice and warmed up again." Jimin cracks a feline smile and settles comfortably on his knees before parting your thighs. Wetness slicks between them and he hums in satisfaction.

His long hair tickles your legs and you already feel so overwhelmed that by the time he puts his mouth on you, your back is arching toward the ceiling. He presses a kiss to your pussy and the cold sting of his lip ring brings tears to your eyes. Jimin parts your lips with his fingers and allows himself to feast, licking you so thoroughly that you think this must be a holy experience.

Surely this is what divine intervention feels like: Park Jimin feasting on your pussy like a man starved, circling your clit with his tongue and teasing your throbbing entrance with his deft fingers. Your body is honed into every move he makes, and each twitch of his tongue and push of his fingers brings you closer to the sweet, blinding edge. Your hips squirm at the overwhelming sensations and Jimin nips at your clit in retaliation, throwing a strong arm over your lower stomach. Effectively holding you in place, he redoubles his efforts and slides two fingers home, stretching your walls at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

The hot wetness of your arousal, his mouth, the slip of his tongue against you, and the shockingly chilled press of that god damn lip ring send you into happy oblivion. An inhumane string of noises rips from your throat as you come, writhing against the sheets as white heat flashes behind your eyelids. You vaguely register Jimin's fingers pushing you through the high as he laps the last bits of arousal out of you.

"There's my pretty little slut," he purrs as you settle. Your thighs twitch as he pulls his hand away to smooth down the hairs sticking to your face. It takes you a few blinks to register the pretty grin on his face, but you return it with ease.

"Never get rid of that thing." You gesture vaguely to his mouth and a puff of laughter runs across your face. He tongues at it thoughtfully, and even though you had just come, your pussy throbs again.

"Funny, about an hour ago you were begging me to take it out."

You slap his chest noncommittally, still weakened from your explosive orgasm. Jimin pecks your forehead and you keen. A softness appears around his edges as he looks down on you; and even in your bare faced, sweaty state you feel adored.

"I missed you too," the words burst forward before you can rethink it. It'd been swimming around in your mind since you accepted your job offer and caught sight of him for the first time in years. Although neither of you were ever bold enough to make it official, there was no denying the magnetic attraction you shared.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you said that. I have so much I wanna talk to you about-" he presses another delicate kiss to the corner of your lips and you grin. "But I am so hard right now, can we please talk later?" He rolls his hips against you and the evidence is clear. Your brain blanks, replacing the fuzzy adoration with sharp, demanding need.

"Uh huh, talk later. Need you now." Jimin makes short work of his shirt at your approval. His instagram modeling presence has made you no stranger to the sight of his bared chest; but the toned muscles of his pecs and abs scramble your mind. His skin nearly twinkles under the light, and whether its a trick of your mind or the evidence of a very fancy moisturizer, you're just happy to be in his presence.

"Flip," he orders, voice devoid of the sweetness it held just moments before. A shiver wracks your spine as you follow his instructions, flipping onto your hands and knees and obediently curving your back. Jimin hums in praise and you feel renewed energy course through your veins.

He traces the curve of your ass, ghosting his touch around the sensitive skin. You can't see him but you can picture the self satisfied grin on his face as he relishes in the smooth skin. The touch of his lips against your full cheek shocks you and you rock forward into the bed. Jimin bites into the flesh firmly and you moan at the feeling of his sharp canines. You can imagine the blooming bruise that will be there by the morning, and the mere idea of the sore reminder of this night makes your core throb.

"Do you-" Jimin's words die in this throat. "Do you have any condoms?" The punch of reality has you sagging into the sheets. Of course you didn't. The last thing you expected was for this night to unfold like it did. Heavy disappointment weighs your heart.

"I didn't bring any, I haven't..." he trails off again and you wait a few breathless seconds for his words before you twist your upper body so you can see his face. His cheeks are flushed a rosy red that's so endearing your heart squeezes. If it weren't for his evident arousal you would think he had just woken up from a long, restful sleep.

"I haven't been with anyone in a while." He gives you a sheepish smile and you nod in understanding.

"Me either." The admission passes between the two of you like calm water, cooling the tension until a storm whips up in Jimin's eyes. His cocky grin returns as he palms himself.

"I'm clean, are you?" You nod, body reacting to his insinuation before your mind can fully catch up.

"I'm on the pill," you breathe the words as if you can't believe them, and Jimin looks absolutely ravenous. He runs two thick fingers up your pussy, gathering the heady arousal that already has you slippery and stretched for him.

"Gonna let me get in you raw, huh?" He shuffles forward until you can feel the tip of his cock pressed against your folds. He holds his cock against you with his thumb as he glides, careful not to enter you prematurely.

"If I woulda known all it took was a few years apart..." you huff a rueful laugh that transforms into a moan as he slips the head of his cock into you.

"Oh fuck-" Jimin wastes no time in sliding in until he is seated fully inside of you. Your walls pulse around him and you can feel drool pooling in your mouth. He takes a handful of each of your asscheeks and pulls your body against his own, a little experiment to see just how greedy your pussy is for him.

An obscene squelch sounds between your bodies and it only spurs Jimin into further action.

"Fucking perfect little ass and pussy swallowing me up." Jimin moves impossibly fast, taking care to sheath his entire cock inside of you hard before pulling out. Your finger nails rake through the comforter as the waves of pleasure ripple through you. Jimin's body encases your own, trapping you under the strength of his muscles and heat of his sweaty skin. With his chest pressed to your back, his cock drives into you at a brand new angle that makes your toes curl with delight. Jimin's sinful lips find a home at the juncture of your neck and he seems more than happy to decorate you with hickeys to match the one on your ass. The addicting drag of his cock pairs with the tickling cold of his lip ring each time his mouth lands on you, and the sensory overload has your stomach clenching.

You have completely lost control of your mouth and allowed the animalistic sector of your brain to take over as Jimin fucks you stupid. His own incoherent grunts vibrate against your neck in fragments. "Pretty...good little slut...fuck..."

Your eyes roll as he slows his thrusts, aiming for the perfect spot that makes your legs jelly. It only takes him a few moments to find it, and the world quickly becomes washed with tears.

You hiccup his name as he steadies a hand around your abdomen, sneakily playing with your clit.

"You gonna come for me, Y/N? Get my cock all nice and wet just like you're supposed to?" He braces his unoccupied hand overtop of you, clutching the headboard with flexing muscles. His presence is suffocating in the best possible way and you feel like you're drowning in Jimin.

"Such a perfect little pussy. So hot and wet for me all the time." His voice wavers and his thumb catches your clit just right. A dark chuckle graces your senses just as you tip into oblivion.

Your entire body contracts and shivers under him as you cum, Jimin's hips driving you forward until you collapse into the comforter in a fit of cries. It feels like you come forever, leaking waves of arousal around Jimin as his hips slap against your own.

"Good job, baby. I-I'm gonna come, you feel so good." You whine and plead for him, ready for the electric feeling of him filling you with his cum. You're still feeling shaky when he comes, driving his hips as far forward as possible as he fills you. Beautiful airy moans leave him as he grinds against you, relishing in the sloppy warmth of your mixed cum.

His hips slow their movement but his mouth never ceases, spilling praise and planting kisses along your back until he's spent. When he pulls out you instantly feel empty, whining as his cum slides out with him. Both of you are too spent to do anything about it, but Jimin watches with hooded eyes from beside you as it leaks onto the comforter. It's scary how suddenly the sleepiness hits you, and you reach near blindly for the man next to you.

You must look exhausted because he coos and pecks a kiss over your nose. "You can sleep here." You giggle and crack your eyes open and find him so close that you can see the irregularities of his teeth as he grins.

"Good, cause I'm not walkin' back to my room now. Even if I could walk, my clothes are ruined." His face flushes at the reminder of your debauchery. He licks his lips and your eyes catch on that damned lip ring again.

"You really will have to take that out for the games," you run your thumb across it again, obsessed with the feeling.

"I know," he whispers, and then his lips are ghosting over your own for permission. This kiss is nothing like the one you shared at the top of the night. It's gentle and slow and punctuated with a deep connection that runs years deep. Despite how much you had done tonight, this kiss feels the most intimate of all.

No more words need to be exchanged as he helps you sit up and walks you to the bathroom with some pajamas from his bag. He patiently waits outside as you pee-both of you agreeing that you weren't quite ready to be that available with one another- and he lends you a bit of his face wash in earnest.

The comforter is stripped from the bed by the time you're back, and he's pulled the extra pillows from the linen closet to accommodate for you. You shuffle under the sheets and are happy to find them just as silky as your own were. Jimin slips in next to you, fully clothed again, and promptly kills the bedside lamp.

Sleepiness overtakes you almost instantly then, and it's so dark that you rely on the pattern of his breath to gauge if Jimin is still awake.

"I'm sorry if I made things weird for all that time, I- I was just scared that I would say the wrong thing." You speak to the surrounding darkness, and for a minute you think that maybe you missed the short window of opportunity. But then Jimin gives a thoughtful hum, shuffling so that he can tuck your body against his chest. His response is muffled by your hair.

"It's okay. We were young and stupid last time. I hope you'll let us try again." Your heart swells and you hum in affirmation and snuggle back against him. "Tomorrow?" You offer, the hazy edge of sleep just seconds away.

"Tomorrow." Jimin agrees before your consciousness drops easily into dreamland.

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gnomishcunning · 1 month

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Re: requests, literally any nsfw for Zevlor? I love one (1) sad old tiefling

i, too, love one sad ole' tiefling. he and karlach own my wholeass heart. some of my own headcanons/portrayals of him snuck into these, hope ya don't mind.

(please send me more asks about zevlor i love him so much)

nsfw below the cut! MDNI

in general-

zevlor's a hopeless romantic in the truest of sense. his entire life has been about devotion - he joined a group of soldiers that you can't quite, he's a paladin who lived by his oath for decades, and he followed the literal god of guardians. he believes in devotion, and that undoubtedly leaked into his concept of relationships

maybe back in his young soldiering days, zevlor had some one-night stands, maybe an occasional fling or two. but his devotion to his duty came first, and he sadly never found time to fall in love like he wanted, or start a family.

so, if you somehow managed to lure zevlor into your bed? you need to know it's because he loves you. even if he hasn't told you.

he's an old, broken paladin. he's not willing to risk heartbreak and further grind down his sense of self-worth, not with everything he's been through.

he's already lost everything that made him who he was. he can't loose you, too.

the first time around? it's all sweetness. he approaches your naked body with a sort of reverence, like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. that this is actually happening.

his attention to detail is paramount. he's trimmed all his talons to a dull sort of safety, he's got warming oil tucked into his belt-pouch, hell - he brings his own contraceptive herbs, if he's with the type partner where that's a concern. he'll eat em in front of you if that helps.

consent is the sexiest thing, and he unwraps you like a present, carefully asking with every piece of clothing removed, dipping his head to press kisses to every new bit of your beautiful self revealed to him.

His hands tremble as they travel over soft skin, careful on every curve he covers. he's constantly checking in, making sure you're okay- can he touch here? caress you?

it's admittedly a very vanilla affair, but it's probably the most tender, loving sex you'll ever have.

he's going to want to top, and gods, how can you say no to that face?

you'll come first. no matter what. he presses kisses down your body until he can attend your clit or cock with careful flicks of his tongue, he'll dribble oil onto his fingers in front of you so he can slowly work you open, taking one finger, then two-

and gods, you just know he'd have amazing hands, right? callused and dextrous after a lifetime of sword-wielding, but ever-so careful and exact.

he won't want to take you until you've made a mess of the bedsheets, and when he does? he wants to take you in missionary so he can reach you everywhere, kiss every bit, and watch - commit every bit of this to memory, just in case he never has the opportunity take you apart, ever again

he's going to do his gods-damned best to insure you both cum at the same time. he'll press careful kisses to your mouth as you fall apart, one hand cupping your chin, just so he can watch your face as you cum

he's not a very loud moaner, but he repeats your name on loop until he finishes.

he gets hella clingy afterwards, and if you two have the right kind of relationship where he feels safe enough to be vulnerable which of course you two do, he'll probably cry afterwards

thankfully, this becomes a regular occurrence for both of you

in terms of kinks? zevlor's a bit of a mixed bag. he's got a lot of things he's passingly thought would be very hot to try with a partner, but he may carry some weird guilt about it.

in kinky, bdsm terms-

i'm a firm believer he's a switch, and he's equally willing (and wanting, tbh) to take both roles on, depending on the night. while bdsm wouldn't be a lifestyle-like thing for him and the majority of y'all's sex is vanilla, there's definitely occasions where he wants to indulge. and they're usually like, specifically-planned and orchestrated occasions, set to consume a whole evening, for both the kinky sex and the aftercare.

safewords include the faerun equivalent to the stoplight system (which i'm still working on), or something simple and straightforward that both of you can easily remember.

'bridle' is what comes to mind off the bat

he's absolute delighted if his partner wanted to take care of him, and yield without a fight. if he verbally protests he should be taking care of you, just say you wanna show him how much you love him. he'll fall apart in moments.

as a submissive? his biggest kinks would be praise and body worship, especially contrasted with some light verbal degradation. he's got some guilt to work through, and it's nice to do that with someone he trusts implicitly. but focus more on rewarding good behavior, rather than punishing bad behavior. he's disappointed enough in himself.

it's worth mentioning, this man is the furthest thing from a brat (for the most part). he wants to be good and get praised, since nothing else gets his heart beating as fast - but if you're being a tease, he's not above squirming and cursing at you in infernal

bondage is a yes, but he prefers one particular facet: rope. shibari's equal parts art form and bondage, and he'd appreciate the care and attention to detail that goes into it.

ironically? you wouldn't need bondage to hold him still. he's pretty damn good at following orders, and he's definitely eager to please. i don't think he'd be into 'good boy', but call him a 'sweet lil soldier'??? hahahaha oh wow

sweet and reassuring aftercare is a necessity, there's like a 95% chance he'd cry in a weird, cathartic sorta way. he's definitely a candidate for subdrop, so watch for that.

regardless of how pretty he is when he falls apart, he'd additionally play dominant with just as much eagerness. just say you trust him implicitly, he's incredibly handsome and attractive when he's in-charge, and you want him to take control. he'll more than happily agree - he's enthusiastic about it, especially when he sees how excited you are about the concept

speaking of- titles. Master sits weird with him, but "Sir" and "Commander" are both on deck. he kinda a fun lil illicit thrill using his old title in the bedroom. it'd go a long way to restore that ole' Hellrider Commander confidence, ngl.

he's a very firm, but very kind dominant, if that makes sense? he issues his commands, wants and expects them to be followed. his rewards good behavior with praise and petting (hair, or elsewhere on your body)

he's got a very good understanding about the lengths and limits of subspace given how well he knows you, he's incredibly attentive about how far his submissive has sunk, mentally, and he'll take them as far as they're looking to go- whether that's just taking their mind off a situation with some sweet tending and an orgasm or three, or totally obliterating their brainpower in a positive way with the paladick(tm) treatment

very into getting his partner to the point all they remember his name, designation, and 'please'. equally as fond as leaving hickies/marks/love bites all across their body, especially where people might be able to see. leaving physical evidence of his effect on his lover is a big turn-on

as equally into bondage and rope as a dominant as he is a submissive. it's a hobby he occasionally indulges in, and he enjoys prettying you up in fancy hemp ropes he probably dyed himself

he's fan-fuckin-tastic with aftercare, it's kind of insane. he's soft and careful, getting you a glass of water, he draws you a warm bath and helps you clean up, and then lures you back into your body from the weird, floaty world of subspace with soft touches and sweet praises. he'll get you snacks afterwards if you need them, and do just about anything you'll ask - from reading a book out-loud so you can listen to his voice, to granting you another orgasm if needed.

for the record if y'all want deets about how he is with a brat or an obedient submissive, someone needs to bite the bullet and send the ask, otherwise this post is gonna extend into forever

#zevlor x tav #bg3 #zevlor

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grollow · 2 months

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I'm tucking this under the cut but tldr; life update stuff.

I'm really bad at posts like this so I am going to preface it with: I'm sorry if I stumble.

A year ago, I lost my job with no notice. It was a job I'd been at for a decade. I tend to stay with the jobs I get--so for this reason, I've actually only had 4 altogether in my entire lifespan; I stay for 10+ years, and I've only left them because the companies straight up folded.

When I lost it, they owed me about a grand.

I've been struggling since then to make ends meet. My friends and partner have helped me stay afloat, and I live with my parents--which is a complicated situation that I'd rather not get into, though I will say that it's certainly not helping my mental state in the least. I've managed to make ends meet, between that, and people helping me out--both when this first happened, and when my computer died last year (thank you, again).

But despite my best efforts and over 500 applications, I haven't managed to get a job. I take commissions here or there, though with my brain being as it is, I'm backlogged and can't accept any more of those.

I'm making a concentrated effort to make life easier on myself. Toward that end, I recently went and applied for (and got, thankfully) low income insurance, which I hope will help with some of my problems.

But I figured I'd reach out here and also say: if you're someone who enjoys my content and wants to support me in a way that isn't just likes + reblogs + kudos + comments (all of which I love, please know--this is not to discount them in the least), I have a ko-fi and you are welcome to donate there. Anything you donate will likely go to helping me get new glasses (assuming my insurance doesn't cover them, I don't know what it covers yet but mine are busted--I'm hoping it covers them? and mental health? Maybe dental? My teeth are so messed up) and probably trying to get driving lessons because I don't drive currently.

There is no pressure. I promise I am not going to be homeless tomorrow, nor am I going to starve, I'm not in immediate danger and I'm genuinely okay. I don't want to trigger anyone feeling guilty--I know these sorts of posts can cause that.

I'm just offering the link up in case anyone wants to help out. This is hard for me because I'm kind of scared I sound like I'm begging--so if I'm being awkward, that's why.

Thank you in advance. <3

#personal #yeah im going to post this and disappear into the horizon btw

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: part 5 of the Mechanic fic. this is just a little short chapter, but hopefully it will please you all the same ;)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Warnings: very suggestive! 18+.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You have been in France for one month already. Your job kept you busy 24/7 and you desperately missed that hot mechanic you had managed to make your boyfriend before you left.

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'I don't care where we are or what time it is, I'm taking what's mine, whenever I fucking want it.'

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Sihtric: can I see you? Sihtric: I really need to see you… Sihtric: I miss you Sihtric: PLEASEEEEE call me Sihtric: now??? Sihtric: I'm going to video call you now okay???

'There she is,' Sihtric smiled as you appeared on his phone, 'hey, pretty lady.'

'Hey,' you chuckled, feeling yourself blush at the sight of his mismatched eyes, 'I'm so sorry I haven't been able to call or video chat much, babe. It's been crazy here.'

'I know, don't worry,' he said and laid back on his bed, 'everything going okay?'

'Yeah, it's fine, but how are you? Your hair's getting longer,' you chuckled, 'I like it.'

'Thanks, thinking of shaving it all off,' he teased, 'but things are not bad here, except that I've been in a lot of pain actually,' he grimaced.

'What?' you jumped up, 'why? What's wrong, honey?'

'It's this… aching, you know?' Sihtric said, 'I called the hospital already, but they can't do anything'

'What? What do you mean?'

'It's like… this pain,' he continued, 'I mean… damn, lady, you took a piece of my heart when you left.'

'Sihtric!' you yelled, angry but relieved, 'stop scaring me like that!'

'Sorry, baby,' Sihtric laughed, 'missing you, sweet stuff, that's all. Is your flight back booked already?'

'Yes, I took care of it yesterday. I'll be back in exactly twenty eight days!'

'Can't wait to have you in my arms again,' Sihtric smiled weakly.

'Me neither, love. I hope time goes fast. How's therapy going?'

'It's going,' Sihtric said, 'still got one crutch. I can walk small distances, slowly. It's not much but it's something.'

'Really?' you smiled, 'that's so good. Proud of you, babe! So you'll come running when I arrive at the airport?' you joked.

'I wish,' Sihtric chuckled, 'I would if I could. But, hey, about that… the doctors advise me to pick up work again, and Finan is drowning in work, so I'll start next week. Just a few hours a day, you know? But I probably won't be able to pick you up from the airport. I don't have a car and Finan can't take any more hours off. I'm really sorry, baby.'

'Oh, no, that's okay,' you said, 'don't worry. It was really sweet that Finan dropped me off at the airport, but I can get back on my own.'

'Promise it's fine?' Sihtric asked.

'I promise,' you smiled, 'what other news have you got?'

'Hmm,' Sihtric hummed, 'oh! They found the prick who hit me and drove off.'

'What?! Are you serious?'

'I am, my love. And he's facing some time too. Apparently he was drunk behind the wheel that night.'

'Oh my god, Sihtric…'

'I know, baby,' he said, 'just don't think about it, okay? I survived.'

You nodded with a soft smile, 'I know. I'm happy to hear they found him.'

'I'm going to take all that bastard's money,' Sihtric huffed, 'you know, for physical and emotional damage.'

'What about the motorcycle, I never asked, was it insured?'

'Of course it was insured, lady,' he smiled, 'everything's fully covered.'

'Good,' you smiled.

'Yeah, can't wait to buy a new one.'

'What?!'

'What?' Sihtric frowned.

'You want to get a new bike?'

'Of course,' Sihtric shrugged, 'why wouldn't I?'

'Well… you… I mean…'

'No, no,' he said, 'look, I've been riding bikes before I was even allowed to. I'm not scared and this wasn't my first crash. Yeah, it was my first bad fucking accident, but it's not going to stop me.'

You looked at your screen, not knowing what to say, but Sihtric knew you were upset.

'I know you're worried, I get it,' he said, 'but you can't change my mind about this, I'm sorry, baby.'

'I know…' you sighed, 'when do you think you'll get a new one?'

'Soon. Hey,' Sihtric said and licked his lips, 'I love you, lady.'

'I love you too,' you smiled shyly.

'Come back home soon, okay?'

'I will.'

'Promise?'

'I promise.'

'No French mechanics I need to be worried about?' he teased.

'Absolutely not,' you laughed, 'but maybe that guy at the bakery…'

'Hey!' Sihtric chuckled, 'watch it, lady.'

'Or what?' you taunted.

'Or I might be facing some jail time too,' he laughed.

'Oh, please,' you rolled your eyes.

'I've been working out again, lady,' Sihtric winked, 'you don't know what I'm capable of.'

'Oh, really?' you smirked, 'show me.'

'You want me to show you?'

'Well, I haven't seen your body in weeks,' you hinted.

Sihtric grinned, tilting his phone slightly so you could see his covered torso. And he slowly snuck his hand under his shirt, shoving it up, exposing his abs.

'Oh,' your face flustered, 'looking good, handsome.'

'Yeah?' he smirked, 'want to see more?'

'A little more,' you dared him.

But there was no daring Sihtric. The mechanic was a flirt, and a confident one at that. Always had been. He knew he was good looking and he knew you liked it. So he had no trouble setting his phone back against a pillow, so you could fully see how he took off his shirt and then seductively ran his hands down over his muscular body as he bit down on his lip with a smirk.

'Sihtric, stop,' you giggled.

'Are you sure?' he smiled, one hand sliding down into his sweatpants, 'hm?'

Your eyes grew big, 'Sihtric!' you yelled, almost dropping your phone.

'Come on, baby,' he licked his lips, 'don't tell me you don't want some of this?' he winked and lowered his sweatpants.

Your breath hitched upon seeing Sihtric move his hands over his hard cock, still trapped in his boxers, and you couldn't keep your eyes off your screen.

'Are you really,' you swallowed hard, 'I mean... do you really want to have v-video … sex?'

'Yeah, why not?' he smiled, 'only thing we can do now, right?'

'I- I guess,' you instantly became nervous, but you were so aroused upon seeing his almost naked body, you couldn't deny the feeling in your core.

You quickly ran to your bed and got comfortable, and so did Sihtric, as you both stuffed a few pillows against the headboards of your own bed and sat back.

'Uh… now what?' you chuckled nervously.

'It's my first time doing this too, lady,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'I guess… hm, take your shirt off for me?'

You set your phone on your nightstand and wasted no time lifting your shirt up, but Sihtric interrupted you fast.

'Hey, wait,' he chuckled, 'take it off slowly for me, baby?'

You did as he asked, slowly revealing you wore nothing underneath your shirt, and when you looked back at your phone again, you saw Sihtric's sly smile was wider than before.

'Hm,' he hummed, smiling, slowly working his length just out of view for you, 'what I'd give to massage those right now,' he chuckled as he looked at your breasts.

'You mean like this?' you teased, cupping one breast and massaging your own flesh slowly for him.

'Oh, babe,' Sihtric moaned, his eyes intensely focused on his screen, 'yeah, just like that…'

'Hey, you can't just hide all the fun for me,' you frowned.

'Oh, you want to watch?' he laughed while raising an eyebrow, 'you're cheekier than you let me believe, lady.'

You shrugged with a grin, and Sihtric tilted his phone slightly, and you immediately tensed up when seeing his tattooed fingers work his hard cock as he watched you.

'Oh my god,' you sighed, a little lightheaded, 'you're so hot.'

'So are you, lady,' he purred with a wink.

You were so desperate for his man, and you slid your fingers inside your body. Ever since the first time you set foot in that repairstore, you were ready to drop your panties for him. And you've had a few moments together, but you still hadn't had sex with him, and it was torture.

'I wish I could suck you off right now,' you moaned, remembering how nice that was for both of you.

'Mhm, me too,' Sihtric sighed, 'I can't wait to fuck you when you get back home again, lady.'

'Yeah?' you teased, working yourself as you watched him, 'you think you can handle me?'

'Oh, lady,' Sihtric smiled as he hummed, 'you don't know what I was like before we met.'

'Tell me,' you breathed, 'tell me what you are like.'

'I don't know if you can keep up with my sex drive,' he smiled and exhaled sharply upon seeing your eyes darken on his screen, 'if I'm in the mood, lady,' he husked, 'I'll find a way to get you right there and then. I don't care where we are or what time it is, I'm taking what's mine, whenever I fucking want it.'

'Oh my god,' you whispered, your walls clenching around your own fingers.

'Will you allow me to do that with you?' his voice became more hoarse with every word he spoke.

'Y-yes,' you moaned, 'fuck, I'm close, Sihtric.'

'Me too,' he let out a low groan, 'tell me how you want me to take you, lady. When you're back home, when I'm ready for it.'

'Fuck,' you hissed, 'I don't care baby, anywhere. At work, at home, on the fucking street, I don't care! I just want you so bad,' you cried as your climax approached, 'I wanted you to fuck me in the garage the first time you brought me home.'

'Yeah?' he growled, 'I wanted to, believe me,' his own pace quickened, 'I wanted to bend you over my bike so bad that day, baby. I would've fucked you so good, hm,' he breathed hard.

'Fuck!' you yelled, your climax abruptly taking over when you heard his soft humming along with his heavy breathing, and the thought of being fucked, bend over his motorcycle was too much, and you almost dropped your phone, 'jesus fucking christ,' you laughed.

'I can't believe you finished before I did,' Sihtric complained, teasingly, 'come on, give me some dirty talk,' he laughed, 'finish me off, lady.'

'You know I'd like to finish you off right now,' you purred.

'Yeah?' he bit down on his lip.

'Yeah, I'd suck you good. Taking you all in my mouth,' your voice deliberately more raspy than usual, 'I'd suck your cock real slow, handsome.'

'Ah, please,' he groaned.

'And maybe,' you grinned as you moved one hand up to your breasts, 'I'd let you fuck my tits, babe, would you like that?'

'Fuck!' Sihtric growled, 'yeah, I'd like that, baby. Oh, fuck!' he moaned loudly, struggling to keep his phone steady as he came with a heavy grunt.

You chuckled as Sihtric was trying to catch his breath, and he quickly brought his phone back up so you could see his face and half of his torso. You both couldn't help but laugh when you looked at each other again.

'I miss you,' Sihtric said when you both finally stopped laughing.

'I miss you too, so much, you have no idea.'

'Come back home, baby, I'm waiting for you.'

'I'm counting down the days, Sihtric, I really am.'

'So am I,' he smiled softly.

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