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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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Lavender Haze (pro!bakugo katsuki x you)

summary: your relationship with dynamight had just gone public, and you need a little verbal affirmation that you two will make it out okay

word count: 1k

cw/tags: very mild angst/comfort, mostly just affectionate katsuki fluff, swearing/profanity wouldn't be a bakugo fic without it, suggestive if you squint, reader is also a pro hero, pet names (babe, stupid, dumbass)

note: i love writing stubborn katsuki banter with an equally stubborn reader who's just used to his antics. domestic katsuki just makes me adhfsjfdfjsgjk, yk? enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!

You heard the key turn in the door down the hallway and finally put down your phone after scrolling through Twitter for hours. They’d been particularly ruthless today, ripping into your relationship and theorizing that he didn’t even love you. The room was dark and the thought of faking sleep crossed your mind, but you knew he’d sense you were still awake. So, you wait for him to slip off his gauntlets and tug off his boots and find you in your shared bedroom.

“Babe?”

“Here, Kats.” He lays down beside you, and you’re so mentally exhausted that you don’t even scold him for slipping into bed dirty from patrol. You let him pull you into his arms and inhale deeply against his chest.

“Why are you still awake?”

“Was waiting for you to come home.”

“Bullshit. You fall asleep hours before I’m off shift.”

“Maybe tonight’s just different, then.”

“Are you gonna tell me what’s different?”

“Do I need to?”

“Yeah, you’re starting to worry me.”

“I’m just… scared.” His body tenses around you, scarlet eyes searching your face with concern.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, not yet, at least. I’m just…”

He thinks for a moment, and you can’t help but stare in wonder at how beautiful he is when the gears in his brain turn. “They’re getting to you again.”

“How did you know?” Of course, he figured it out; he always seemed to be able to know exactly what you were thinking and verbalize it in a way that you couldn’t.

“Because I love you, stupid, and I know your mind like it was my own.”

“They just, they think I’m using you, Kats, or that I don’t love you, or that this is all a PR stunt by my agency–” Your voice starts to shake on its own, and you push back against the frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Your manager isn’t smart enough to do that.” A finger comes down to brush a stray hair from your face as you glare up at him. He’d been wanting you to hire a new manager for months or simply merge with his agency, but you wanted the social media firestorm to die down first before any big public moves.

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“Not the point.”

“You need to stop reading through Twitter, baby. You really trust some assholes on the Internet over the man of your dreams?” He smirks down at you and draws spirals on your shoulder with his fingers, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. He knew just how to make you feel better, and it was one of your favorite things about him. The way he balanced crude humor with reassurances that you needed and small acts of affection distracted your brain from spiraling any further.

“Okay, man of my dreams, I get it. Could you just say it?” He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly.

“Say what?”

“You know, the thing. Please.”

“Oh, right.” Understanding washed over his face, and you caught a little bit of underlying impatience that made you feel a little guilty for asking.

“Did you forget?”

“Of course not. I just wish I didn’t have to keep telling you that I’m not going to leave you because of some fuckfaces on the Internet making up rumors. I trust you, you trust me, and no one else’s bullshit matters.” He shrugs a toned shoulder and returns to dragging his fingers over your body, running his hands in the creases and dips that he’s memorized on you.

You roll your eyes. His encouragement was effective, but you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at the expletives thrown into this round of verbal affirmation. “That’s more aggressive than last time, Kats.”

“It’s an upgrade,” he grins, gently squeezing the flesh around your hips. He got more handsy when he was deliriously satisfied, not that you were complaining. “Next time you get anxious that I’d do something stupid like break up with you, I’m gonna tell Shoto to buy Twitter and ban you from it.”

“Bold of you to assume he would listen to anything you say.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t know where he and his entire family lives,” he whispers innocently, pressing his lips to your forehead. His fingers brush up and down the sides of your neck and shoulders, sending chills running through your limbs.

“Kats–”

“I’m kidding…” He drawls and flashes a cruel grin. “Kinda.”

“Okay, high school asshole Katsuki, get out of my bed and shower. You’re all sweaty and sticky and yuck.” You push against his chest to no avail.

He pouts, grabbing hold of your wrists and having you pinned against your bed in one fluid motion. “I thought you loved it when I was sweaty and sticky and yuck.” Strands of blonde hair fall onto his forehead and brush against yours as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. He’d never looked so beautiful.

“Not when I’m trying to sleep.”

He pulls back abruptly, looking at you skeptically. “You weren’t trying to sleep shit, babe.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Neither does spiraling over idiots on a stupid fucking bird app.” Fortunately, your body’s awareness of Katsuki’s hands had put the hate tweets you read in the furthest corner of your mind.

“You made your point, like, three points ago.”

His head dips back down to kiss a trail down your collarbone. “Yeah, but sometimes your dumb ass doesn’t listen.”

“You can’t resist this dumb ass.”

He bites down gently where your shoulder meets your neck and you jump, his chuckle buzzing against your skin. “Nope. It’s a plague.” Any more of his body on yours was set to be a disaster, so you attempt to halt his advances before you’re further entangled with each other.

“Take a shower, Kats.”

He leaves one more chaste kiss on your nose. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sigh and wait for him to release your wrists, but he gives you a pointed look like you’d responded incorrectly.

“I. Love. You.” God, he’s such a brat.

You press a kiss up to his forehead and he closes his eyes in contentment. “I love you more.”

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lyriumcoloredskies · 5 months

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Overdrive ft. (Law, Sanji, Zoro, Kid, Nami)

Pairing: Multi-character pairings ft. Law x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Zoro x Reader, Kid x Reader, Nami x Reader WC: 1.2k Summary: Things that drive the OP characters wild. CW: 18+ MDNI Suggestive but no smut, teasing, mild not very descriptive violence in Kid's, food and eating mention in Sanji's, swearing, reader is described with breasts, no beta. AN: I've gotten way sicker and I feel like a small sickly victorian child, hoping that the country air will help my ailment. D:

Trafalgar D. Water Law

"Let me whisper in your ear, tell you something you might like to hear"

It’s been hours since Law decided to hole up in his office, sinking all his attention into a thick medical textbook. He’s halfway through a page when he feels a pair of soft warm lips press onto his neck. Instantly he feels his body erupt into gooseflesh.

His breath catches in his throat when he feels your warm hands make their way across his sides, lifting his shirt, before caressing his bare chest. Your lips work their way up his neck, stamping his skin with searing hot kisses, the slight smacking noise sending tingles down the base of his spine. As you grow closer to his ear, Law can hear your soft breathing, the sound going straight to his groin. Law stifles a moan that threatens to escape his lips as your feverish tongue makes contact with his ear lobe, slowly trailing its way up the shell of his ear. The obscene wet noises near his ear sends static through his brain, down his spine, and straight to his cock which continues to grow hard at your teasing. “How about you take a break?” you whisper before pinching his left nipple with one of your roaming hands, the other finding its way down his happy trail. Law quickly realizes he has no choice but to oblige.

Vinsmoke Sanji

"With the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you"

For the last few weeks, dinner has proven to be a difficult time for Sanji. It isn’t because he’s hit a creative slump with recipes or because he has to fight off a hungry Luffy from sneaking snacks. His troubles all stem from a certain other crew member – you. Sanji’s grip on his cutlery tightens as you let out a practically pornographic moan the moment a bite of his Poulet a la Provencal hits your tongue. You let out a few more obscene noises as you chew. Sanji swears the room is spinning. “Sanji~ this tastes divine, the chicken is so moist! And this sauce is just orgasmic~” you sigh out before dipping your finger in said sauce. Sanji nearly drops his fork as he watches your pink tongue dart out to lick off some of the sauce from the digit before you suckle it clean. Sanji thickly swallows at the sight, “A-ah thank you for the compliment y/n-swan!”. You let out a giggle before returning your attention back to your plate. Sanji is suddenly aware of how hot the room is and how tight his pants feel. Sanji tries to compose himself, taking a few deep breaths before returning to his own plate in front of him. He gets a few bites in before he nearly chokes on a piece of chicken when he feels a roaming foot caressing his inner thigh, he looks up only to catch your seductive gaze, a teasing smile plastered on your lips. Dinner would be another torturous affair.

Roronoa Zoro

"Girl you look so good, won't you back that ass up?"

Zoro loses count of his reps for the third time this workout. It’s been this way for the last few months. He would start his workouts with the full intent of giving everything he had, only for his eyes to wander, watching as the sweat traces a path down your body. Today was no different. His eyes graze over the curves of your butt as you work on your squats in front of him. Your muscles shake in effort as you let out several loud breaths. The entire thing turns Zoro on, his grey sweatpants no longer doing a good job at hiding his erection. He watches for a few more moments, carefully palming his length over his sweatpants. That’s when he sees you stutter a little bit in your last set. His body moves instinctively, stepping closer to you, your body only a few inches from pressing into his as he hovers his arms near the barbell bar. “Here, let me spot you” Zoro grumbles out. You give him a nod, adjusting your stance and grip. Zoro dutifully watches as you go in for another squat, only for your tight ass to brush Zoro’s erection as you went down and came back up. The pressure causes a filthy moan to rip out of Zoro’s mouth. In his embarrassment he can see you look back at him, a knowing smirk on your face. He had fallen right into your trap.

Eustass Kid

"She's hatin' 'cause I'm up and you can tell on her face"

Kid sits sprawled out in a booth with Killer on his right. His crew sits around him, everyone occupying nearby tables with a plethora of drinks flowing between them. He’s only half paying attention to Killer before their conversation is interrupted by a woman sliding up on his left side. He doesn’t bother to pay her any attention as she presses her hand to his chest and whispers in his ear asking if he would like some company. He waits patiently, secretly growing excited for what was to come. That’s when he hears you slam two mugs of beer on the table, liquid sloshing out everywhere. You were back from your run to the bartender. “Get the fuck off of my man you fucking whore!” you snarl out as you reach for the woman, grabbing her by the hair as you rip her off of Kid. There it was. Kid feels the first rush of blood to his cock as the atmosphere becomes fueled by adrenaline. The woman screams obscenities at you, flailing helplessly, while the crew eggs you on by yelling out vulgar encouragement. The whole scene turns him on, and he soon finds himself rock hard as he watches you throw the woman out the bar door. Your face is thunderous as you stomp back, gnashing out the crudest angry words at the woman’s gall. You don’t skip a beat as you down whatever was left in both the beer mugs before sliding into your rightful spot next to him, smashing your lips into his in a forceful hungry kiss. Fuck, Kid loved when you got possessive.

Nami

"I'm the First Lady of Juicy Couture, got a little cash now so the skirt is Dior"

Nami’s smile hasn’t left her face since she ushered you into the women’s dormitory, her arms overflowing with her latest clothing haul. “Y/n-chan~ you have to try these on! I picked them out just for you!” she says, pushing the bags into your arms. She relishes in the way heat takes over your cheeks as your eyes widen at the amount of shopping bags, clearly flattered at Nami's generous gesture. Despite your bashful look, you don’t say no to Nami’s demands, quickly stepping behind the changing screen in the corner of the room. Nami’s eyes trace over your shadowed figure behind the screen as you peel off every bit of your clothing, heat rushes to her core. “N-Nami? A-are you sure you handed me the right bag?” you ask, your voice full of anxiety. Nami is patient, flooding you with words of encouragement. She’s rewarded when you step out from the screen. Your body barely covered by the most vulgar bikini money could buy. Nami’s eyes greedily soak up the sight of your breasts, spilling out over the small triangle top, your hard nipples barely covered. You’re so cute as you fidget in the bikini, your face red in embarrassment. “D-does it look g-good Nami?” “Hmm it looks okay, but I bet it looks better on the floor.” One outfit down, 26 more to go.

#fanfic #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #eustass kid #kid x reader #nami #nami x reader

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syoddeye · 12 days

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more reading recs

because one post isn't enough. we are hashtag blessed with fic.

as requested, i've highlighted fics with noncon and/or dubcon elements in orange. beyond that, you are responsible for reading tags, warnings, and summaries.

pairings are indicated, although these may change or may not be established yet.

there is no method to this madness, no specific order. these are listed here as my brain remembered them.

i've checked all the links maybe three times, if they're broken, i blame tumblr's formatting.

without further ado...

Slasher Handler by @dragonnarrative-writes - Ghost x Reader

"Simon does serial killer things. What a rascal!" Another fantastically written Simon, with wonderful dashes of Gaz and Price. It's put the term 'romance knives' in my vocabulary. There are many quotable bits and moments that made my blood run cold with how normal the ~situation~ feels, but everything has to be experienced firsthand.

The Far Shore by @deadbranch - Soap x Reader

DB's fic collection is rich, and The Far Shore is no different. I fucking loved Pacific Rim, so when I saw her first mention a PR AU, I did imaginary backflips. DB's Readers are some of my favorites because of how complex and realistic they feel, and when combined with the visceral depth of the neural handshake AND Soap? Compelling. The dynamic between them is fascinating. I almost can't wait for it to be finished so I can go back and dissect it.

Falling into Place by @mortuarywriting

Morg's brought the first COD Isekai AU I've read, like a little treat, with A/B/O to boot. The first chapter hooked me and cracked me up. Their dialogue reads so well, it truly feels like I got sucked into the universe. The panicked ramblings, the over-explanation, the 'oh shit, we don't even have a shared cultural touchstone' moments. I cannot wait for more.

Carvings by @femalefemur - Price x Reader

Cyn's got this amazing thing going on called 'Top Quality Worms' where she takes me by the hand and leads me down a rabbit hole I didn't know I'd find so cozy. Carvings is one piece from her incredible list, featuring a bloody, possessive Captain Price. Somehow, out of this entire piece, Price snapping a pen really did it for me. Did someone say loss of control? Oh no, not my kryptonite!

Under Your Spell by @groguspicklejar - Gaz x Reader x Soap

This fic had me at the pairing tag. Lured me right in. No hope for me, and I'm not mad about it. The way Gaz and Soap play off of each other in Under Your Spell is spine-tingling in more ways than one. The definition of scaroused. Kelsi writes a wonderful Gaz. The first two paragraphs in part two, Split My Skin, describe him perfectly to me.

Chokehold by @ccrites - Soap x Reader

Chokehold is a chef's kiss read. Starts off as a cute and sweet gym read, and uh, well, it does get sweeter, in a way. Without spoiling anything, there is a brief cab ride that made me take a lap before things got really going for Reader. CC's Soap is a delightful tease that is tender all at the same time. I'd join his gym in a heartbeat.

Knight/Princess AU by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - Price x Reader

I've read and re-read this AU series a dozen times. It's so gd cute, I might need to see the dentist about how it's rotting my teeth. Seriously, it makes ME want to be a princess. Specifically Price's princess. Bear writes such a sweet and gruff Price, catch me holding a hand over my heart and just sighing. I'm also a big fan of multiple POVs and the insight into each character.

Martyr in the Making by @eilidh-eternal - Ghost x Reader

I had a tattoo touch-up the other day, and while waiting, I thought about this fic: the dream and nightmare of being tattooed by Simon and the rest of the 141. It's a dream for obvious reasons (probably unhealthy for me) and a nightmare because of, well, you'll have to read the story. Getting a tattoo can be such an intimate experience. You put yourself into someone's care and get something permanently etched onto your body. When Reader sits for Simon, you're right there with her, the two of you on an altar.

Liquid Smooth by @cordeliawhohung - Gaz x Reader

Bodyguard!Gaz save me, save me, bodyguard!Gaz. Ugh, Gaz is fucking incredible in every flavor, but there is something that hits different about the guy when he's flexing those 'VIP protection' skills. There are several tiny moments in Liquid Smooth that made me audibly whisper, "God, I wish that were me." If you have a conifer tree allergy, you might not be able to handle the god-tier pining. (I'll see myself out.)

pornstar!Gaz by @cordeliawhohung - Gaz x Reader

Gotta include the series that I drop everything for whenever I see an update. Another fantastic depiction of best man Kyle Gaz Garrick. The charm, the jealousy, the care...My personal favorite installments are Whispers and Threesomes.

plus size puppygirl!reader / Simon & Reader / Punishment by @secretsynthetic - Price x Reader x Ghost

Ghost gets his Captain a puppy, and Synth gives us a tasty Price x Reader x Ghost story. I've linked the intro and a Simon x Reader snippet, but my personal favorite is Punishment. Punishment is a deeper dive into Price the disciplinarian: "how the hell do i get a mutt like you to fuckin’ listen?" I'd gush about it, but again, this is another one to read and experience firsthand. One of my favorite recent explorations of a PriceGhost dynamic.

i'll probably cobble another one of these together in may 2024. my fic backlog is something else. i blame it on all the massive talent. mwah.

#sy fic recs #fic recs #i am a deeply corny person so we're gonna roll with my bad jokes and declarations of love and admiration if that's cool #if there's a typo i'm going to lose it #authors if i've mislabeled please let me know!!#dropping this like a bird at the door and skittering

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wingedhallows · 3 months

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if i can still breathe; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 0.9k words plot: you encounter snivellus and his death eater friends alone, sirius isn't happy about that prompt: "if i can still breathe, I'm fucking fine" authors note: i noticed yall like bloody works and i happen to like writing bloody things. & i feel generous today :) here u go

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You knew you were in deep shit, such deep shit, it made your fingertips tingle. Severus and his little friends had their wands pointed at you, your wand tightly grasped in your own hand.

You stared at them, a small smirk on your face. “You don’t think you’ll win this one, do you?” Severus laughed, wand waving around like a flag. Oh how you wished he would’ve waved a flag ‘cause you weren’t going to go down without a fight. How well faught that fight was, you didn't know.

With a shrug of your shoulders and a confident grin on your lips you answered him. “I think my chances are good, Snivellus.” The thing is, you weren’t confident at all. They were five and you were alone. Was that fair? No, but did little Death Eaters ever play fair?

With a flick of his wand he send something your way, you deflected it with a small gesture of your own. “Come on now, Snape.” You chuckled, sending a nonverbal spell right back.

“You’re not going easy on me now, right?” He grew red in the face and took a step forward. “Big words for someone who’s all alone.” Mulciber snarled. You shook your head and sent another quiet spell their way, sending one of Snapes little soldiers off his feet.

“I think I can manage.” Without a warning, Snape sent a spell towards you.

“Rictusempra.” He had yelled and suddenly you were on the floor in a fit of laughter. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling up your skin to tickle the absolute shit out of you.

Just as the spell wore off you could feel a foot in your stomach, knocking the air out of you. You doubled over, choking on air. A hand connected with your face, blood pooling from your lip.

“Bitch.” One of them spoke as other limbs connected with your body. You curled up in a ball, desperate to protect yourself in any way possible.

“Severus, there’s someone coming.” One of them spoke and in a matter of seconds they were gone, your cowering form long forgotten. You relaxed a bit and let out a breath as you could feel the blood and bruising kick in. The pain spread through your body and you were sure you’d cashed a few kicks to the head as well.

“Y/N?” Lily was by your side in secondary, hands not sure where to tend first. “Fuck, Y/N?” James’ voice sounded as well. They both dragged you to your feet and tagged you along.

“Who-”Snape and his little Death Eater friends.” You whispered, head pounding. You couldn’t open your eyes, the light of the torches all around sending a stinging ache to your brain.

“Bathroom.” You muttered and Lily hushed James away as you both made your way to the nearest girls' lavatory. “Go get him.” She had said and James knew right away who she meant, your boyfriend.

You didn’t protest, you knew how Sirius became when you tried to hide things. He was protective of all his friends but you were different. He loved you and he wouldn’t take lightly what Snape had done to you. You didn’t want him to. You’d enjoy whatever Sirius was going to come up with to bully the slimy slytherin.

You hunched over the sink, catching your breath. “I think some ribs are broken.” You spoke, more to yourself than to Lily. She sighed and got to work, you needed her to mend to your ribs, it was hard to breathe. You looked at yourself, the mirror was unforgiving. Your hair was all wild on top of your head, matted with blood.

Your nose, forehead and basically your whole face was smeared with blood. They got you good, you weren’t going to deny that. It was cowardly still, to attack you like that when they could’ve used magic. Just like what Death Eaters are like, cowardly.

“You can’t-”The fuck I can’t” You heard your boyfriend before you saw him in the mirror behind you. “Y/N?” He stumbled inside, face worried. You turned around with a small grin on your face, not to scare him more than necessary.

“Sirius, babe.” His eyes widened before he rushed towards you, hands held out for you. “I’m fine-”Stop lying to me, you’re obviously not fine.” He grabbed a piece of paper by the mirror and desperately tried to wipe some of the blood off.

“Sirius, love.” He closed his eyes and hung his head to calm down.

“If I can still breathe, I’m fucking fine, okay?” He nodded and embraced you in a gentle hug, his lips placed a gentle kiss to your scalp. There was no space to argue for him. "We're fine." You whispered.

“I’ll make’em pay.” He whispered in your hair. He pulled apart and placed a hand on your bruised, bloody face. “I fuckin’ hope you do, baby.” His lips pulled in a small grin before he wiped some more of the blood off your face.

“No one touches you like this unpunished, especially not Snivellus.” You nodded and winced as your ribs snapped in place. “Sorry.” Lily whispered, face apologetic. “I’ll murder him.” He whispered and you barked out a laugh.

“I might as well.”

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elliesflower · 1 year

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i hate u [2]

pt 1 here

word count; 4.2k (don't ask)

cw; angst, top!abby, bottom!r, fingering (r!receiving), dirty talk, crying

an; hiiii, i need this woman in my bed expeditiously. originally i was gonna make abby a switch in this but then it got too long lmao anyways, enjoy! (and find it on ao3 here)

18+ only, mdni!!!!

kissing abby was nothing like you had imagined—not that you’d imagined kissing her, ever, but it was quite possibly the only feeling that has ever mattered. the unmistakable sound of your lips smacking together was utterly indecent in the quiet of your bedroom, much louder than the ever-present hum of the stadium’s generators.

but she was eager, too eager. you both were, all the years spent avoiding each other, and you could have had this? her hand was sliding down, lightly pulling at the soft hairs at the back of your neck. you gasped, the sensation lighting you on fire, panting into her mouth, you couldn’t help it, you were whining, “abby,” and it was barely a whisper but she heard you—peppering kisses to your top lip, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, down to your jaw, she was nodding in agreement.

“m’ sorry,” she mumbled into your neck, and you shivered, your body instinctively pressing into hers. her hand came around to rest at your lower back and she pressed you closer still, continuing her exploration of your skin.

“you said that already,” you breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes, because there was no way this was happening, right? you’d wake up tomorrow and be alone in your bed, and this will be nothing more than a passing thought, an insane dream to add to the tally. but it was like abby could read your mind, she was desperate to make you feel just how real this really was, snaking her hand further around your middle so that she was nearly lifting you off the ground.

your hands flew out to find purchase on her shoulders, nails making crescent indents in her freckled skin. “still sorry,” she said again, punctuating it with a wet kiss to your cheek, before pressing her forehead into yours. she felt sticky with perspiration, her breath was jagged and slow as she squeezed her eyes closed. god, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking as you watched her, your heavy breathing matching hers while you stood there in the middle of your room. in the middle of abby. in the middle of every fucked up thing the two of you have ever said to each other and oh, was it supposed to be this hard?

“do you forgive me?” she asked suddenly, and her eyes opened. you stared at her, feeling her breath fan across your face, your lips tingling almost as much as your brain.

do you forgive her?

you do, you think—but how could you let it come out like this? pressed against her, the weight of her hands at your back making you squirm, your heart and your head and your stomach were all telling you a different lie and you didn’t know who to believe. so you said nothing instead, ignoring the stinging behind your eyes and feverishly pressing your lips against hers once again.

she tasted sort of like mint, a little bit like guilt, but also like your favorite flavor. she relinquished her hold on your back, moving her hands to rest at your hips, thumbs tracing circles on the delicate skin there—it made you shiver, made you gasp once more into her mouth, and she used your surprise to guide you backwards, walking you to what you could only assume was your bed, messy and unmade from the morning.

“do you forgive me?” she was asking again, between kisses, between gently helping you lower onto the bed, between a rock and a hard place. you felt like crying, you felt like saying yes, you felt like letting her take you apart, to hell and back, and it sure felt like you’d never needed anything more than you needed her in this exact moment.

you nodded as abby pulled away, you couldn’t say it out loud, and her lips were glistening and swollen, parted slightly as she sat down on the bed next to you. her braid was messy, baby hairs sticking to her forehead as she leaned toward you. you crossed your legs on the bed, facing her, and swallowed hard, your body fueled with anticipation, with lust, with the filthy thoughts that you couldn’t shake from your mind—not when she was looking at you like…that.

“do you, though?” she asked, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb swiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed. you nodded fervently, hand reaching up to grab her forearm, holding it in place. “i need to hear you say it.”

you had to close your eyes again, you couldn’t dare to look her in the eye, god, this was embarrassing—she forgave you. just like that. why is it so hard for you? she moved her hand so that it was pinching your chin lightly, tilting your head up so that you’d have to look at her.

not fair.

you blinked up at her through your wet lashes, and her thumb reached up to gently pull at your bottom lip, instantly sending heat pooling in your core. you tried not to show it on your face, but abby was searching, fighting to get an answer out of you.

“i won’t do this with you if you don’t talk to me,” her tone was gentle, but you still felt restless. you were amped up, from the fighting, the tears, the anger, the desire. somehow the feelings were identical—love and hate. the only difference was the circumstance.

“do what with me?” there went your mouth again, moving before you could think. abby almost smiled, the corner of her mouth twitching ever-so-slightly. her eyes flickered down to your mouth, and then back, and her thumb pressed slightly harder into your lip, prying it open.

“don’t play dumb,” she said, and now, she did smile—but it didn’t seem so nice this time.

“i want this,” you couldn’t help it, you were reaching for her again, grabbing her hand and pulling it into your lap. you intertwined your fingers, looking down at your joined hands, and it didn’t feel real. “i want you.” but you couldn’t look at her still, playing with her hand in yours, heartbeat practically ringing in your ears.

“yeah?” abby scooted closer to you, slipping her hand out of your grasp, and you looked at her again, eyes dark and full of lust. she leaned down to slip off her own boots, and you took a deep breath, nodding when she looked back up at you. you did want this. you wanted her, in any way she would have you, in any way you could possibly get.

“i forgive you,” you decided, and this time, it was with certainty. your voice unwavering, your eyes clear, your heart full, and that set something in abby on fire. for a split second, her nostrils flared, and then she was on you in an instant, taking you by surprise when she clamored onto the bed, pressing your shoulders back so that you landed on the mattress with a soft grunt. she held herself up with one arm, staring down at you, and you suddenly felt vulnerable all over again, squirming under the scrutiny of her piercing gaze. her face was mere inches away from your own, and you stopped to admire her for a moment, in a way you could never before. sure, you’d looked at her before, but you’ve never really looked at her—not like this.

her pupils were dilated, yet her face held an unusual gentleness. freckles littered her skin like constellations, and you wanted to map them all, wanted to feel her, all of her, so you started to, reaching up and pressing a hand to her face, just like she’d done to you. all her walls were gone, unrestrained, and there was no mistaking her heavy lids and flushed skin for anything other than salacity. the thought alone of what was to come had you pressing your thighs together, once again wondering how she managed to do so much to you without ever saying a single word.

“you sure about that?” the blonde asked suddenly, her breath ghosting over your face as she spoke. you almost rolled your eyes out of habit, but settled for a scoff instead. of course she knew you were sure—she just couldn’t help herself, could she?

“if you expect me to grovel, you’re kindly mistaken,” you quipped, dropping your hand.

“last i checked, i kinda feel like i have the upper hand, here,” abby smirked, one of her knees slotting between your legs, and you actually gasped, that motherfucker. the pressure against your core was delicious, albeit there were a few too many layers of clothing in the way. you tried not to let the pleasure show on your face, determined that she couldn’t break you—not now, not after all the time you’ve had to spend proving yourself to her.

“fuck you, abby,” you said, but this time, you didn’t mean it. and she knew that, smirking down at you as she shifted her leg up higher, silencing what would have been an absolutely embarrassing moan with a kiss.

it was almost like she couldn’t control herself. she was greedy now, all tongue and teeth, her mouth incessant and wet, saliva connecting your mouths each time she pulled away briefly to allow you to breathe—not that you needed any breath, really you thought you’d be fine if you never breathed on your own again. you wanted her breath, you wanted her—couldn’t help the grinding of your clothed pussy over the expanse of her muscular thigh, couldn’t help the whisper of jesus, fuck- that spilled from your lips when she began to trail her tongue down your neck, to your chest, all the way down until she was lifting your shirt up, helping you wrangle it off, and pressing her mouth onto the bare skin just above your navel.

you looked down at her just as she darted her tongue out to lap gently at your stomach, and you swore you could have cried right then and there, reaching your hand out to grip her hair as you arched into her touch, a shiver shooting down your spine at the ticklish sensation.

“god, do you ever take out this stupid braid?” you hissed as your fingers got caught in one of the plats, and she had the nerve to laugh, pressing another kiss to your middle before sitting up on her knees, leaving you needy and exposed below her, your nipples hardening against the cool air in the room.

“aw, someone been fantasizing about me with my hair down?” she taunted, but she got the hint, because she took out her hair-tie regardless, sliding it down to her wrist.

“fuck off,” you retorted, though your body flooded hot at the mockery, partially because yes, she was right, you sometimes did wonder about what she looked like with her hair down—not sure if you’d call that, fantasizing, though—and mostly because abby had always taunted you, fucked around with you, frustrated you to the point of tears, but never in a sexual way. and the thought both terrified and excited you as you envisioned what was to come.

it didn’t really matter right now though, you thought as you sat up on your elbows, because she was undoing her braid, the wavy, golden locks cascading down her shoulders once freed, and you choked back yet another moan at the sight.

“abby…” you breathed, sitting up farther so that you could touch it. the moment had gone soft, like her hair, it was so soft, and smelled like coconut, fuck how have you never seen her with her hair down, after all these years? she was smiling, but you could see the faint blush that was creeping up her neck under your gaze.

“is my hair down a turn-on for you?”

yes. you swallowed.

“no.”

she laughed, and you had to fight your own grin, twisting a strand of her hair around your finger. “shut up,” you grumbled, sitting up on your knees to match her, pressing your hands against her chest softly, playing with the neckline of her shirt. you felt her muscles tense under your touch as she gazed down at you, and you were suddenly aware of just how much…larger she was than you. the thought made you shiver, and you were once again aware of the wetness between your legs.

“can i take this off?” you asked, voice coming out quiet and shy. abby nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. you took a breath, reaching down to help her pull it off, and you could have fainted at the sight. you knew she was built, but fuck. you couldn’t help but reach out and touch her skin, trailing your fingers from the band of her thin white bra down to her navel.

“bet you’ve been waiting for this, huh?” she asked, abs flexing slightly under the touch of your hand, and no matter how badly you wanted to make some sarcastic comment back, you felt like a person possessed, nodding with enthusiasm, impure thoughts flooding your brain—but another “shut up,” was all you could manage, breathless and benevolent, wanting to feel more of her.

“should have known,” she spoke lowly now, her tone just this side of nice, “all that teasing, all those mean comments,” she said, and your stomach twisted in anticipation as her eyes narrowed. god, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, and no, that shouldn’t have been turning you on even more, but oh, she was guiding you back down to the mattress before fumbling with the button of your jeans.

“it was just frustration,” abby said, her tone suddenly casual for the extremely sensual way she was undoing your pants.

“the fuck are you talking about, anderson?” you griped, reaching down to help her pull your pants all the way off, and you became acutely aware of how your excitement had seeped through your panties, the sudden rush of air against them making you shiver.

“i’m saying, i get it now,” she continued, using her big hands to spread your thighs apart, rubbing circles into your skin with her thumbs, observing you. “you were just frustrated over what you couldn’t have.”

“are you fucking kidding m-”

but there was no time to retort, no time to do much of anything before she was pressing a thumb to your thinly veiled clit, causing you to cry out in shock. you couldn’t look at her, you had to throw your head back onto the pillow and cover your eyes in shame, legs closing around her arm instinctively.

“ah ah,” she reprimanded, using a hand to spread your legs back apart, and fuck, she was strong. not that it would have taken much convincing, anyways. “let me see.” her thumb pressed against your sensitive core, making a dull ache in your stomach, making you gasp and moan under her touch.

“yeah that’s it,” she rasped, and you swear in that moment you were seeing stars, fucking shameful, isn’t it? that she had barely even started to touch you and you were practically gone already. so much for not breaking. “i know this is what you’ve been wanting. what you’ve been needing…”

“abby, please,” please what, you weren’t sure. please stop talking, please keep talking, please don’t fucking stop, and you’d blame it on the desire, the ache to be touched, anything to admit you weren’t coming undone this quickly under her teasing rhythm.

“such good manners, where have those been?” she was fucking mocking you now, abruptly stopping her ministrations in favor of grabbing the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down with such ease you were worried for a moment they might rip.

“fuck you,” you managed, and it just didn’t have that same weight to it anymore—not when abby had you like this, naked and breathless and sweaty below her. she smiled at you, and it was wicked, eyes dark and hair wild around her face.

“why don’t you show me some more of those good manners,” she said, eyes transfixed on the wetness between your legs, pushing your thighs apart lightly. “open up.”

somehow, your legs were spreading almost like she’d cast some sort of spell on you, her words going straight to your head and taking over your body, doing anything to make her get closer, to make her touch you, to fuck you.

“tell me you want this,” her voice was quiet and serious, the sound of it scrambling your brain--her fingers, dancing across your skin, from your hips, to your thighs, squeezing gently at the soft flesh as she locked eyes with you.

“you gonna make me beg?” you questioned, inhaling sharply at her touch.

“never said that,” she shrugged, abruptly moving her hand and running her index finger down your slit, and it was nearly disgraceful how easily her finger glided, coated with your slick—you gasped at the sensation, gripping the bedsheets in your fists. “just wanna hear you say it.”

“you’re insufferable,” you groaned, closing your eyes as she began stroking her finger agonizingly slowly between your folds, and god you could fucking hear how wet you were. it would have been embarrassing, and perhaps, it was a little bit--but she didn’t need to know that thought was turning you on even more.

“guess i don’t really need to hear it,” abby continued. “i can just tell by how fucking wet you are.” it was like she was in your brain, somehow, your hips were bucking into her touch and shying away at the same time. you looked down your body at her and watched the way she looked at you, with such hunger and intensity, and it took everything in you to hold back, to force yourself to stay away from the edge—no way you’d let her have that satisfaction.

“still’d be nice,” she pressed on, dipping her finger just slightly into your pussy, drawing a moan from your throat, which you quickly muffled with the back of your hand.

“abby,” you whispered against your hand, trying to move your hips just so that her finger would slide in--it probably would, you were so fucking eager, and she knew it too, the way she watched your face twist in pleasure, your mouth falling open as she teased your entrance. you chanced a look down at her, and her lips were painted with that smug fucking smirk.

“you fucking asshole,” you whined when you realized she was serious. “abby, i swear to god-” you were quickly cut off, practically choking on your words as she slid a thick finger inside, curling it just right so that she could pull out of your dripping cunt with an obscene squelching noise.

“what happened to your manners?” she questioned, withdrawing her fingers completely, cocking her head to the side. “c’mon, lemme hear it,” and you were writhing on the bed, heart racing, your breathing labored, stomach twisting in knots, sweat making the bed sheets stick to your backside.

“abby,” you spoke her name, for maybe the hundredth time that night, but you couldn’t help it. fell off your lips like a prayer, tears welling in your eyes as you gazed up at her strong frame, towering over you in the bed. you were at her mercy, whether you liked it or not--but you really did like it, maybe even loved it, your thighs sticky with your juices as you pressed your knees together, desperate for any kind of pressure after she pulled away.

“it’s just three little words,” abby pressed, smoothing her hands up the expanse of your thighs before dipping her thumb back in between the heat of your legs, the pressure against your sensitive bud making you gasp and open up to allow her better access. “i wanna make you feel good. don’t you want that?” it was accentuated with a languid stroke of her thumb, heavy and demanding, and there was no getting out of this--she had a direct line to your brain, flipping a switch with her touch and making you desperate, making your back arch as you tried to hold on to reality, but it was no use. you wanted her, so badly, too badly, you were breaking and fucking- christ abby, your fingers, you were babbling, practically incoherent, but you wanted her to fuck me, please, i-i want it, please,

“that’s it, that’s what i thought,” two fingers were slipping inside you with such ease that you felt mortified for a moment, before you were seeing stars, groans and grunts and unintelligible words being fucked out of you. abby’s fingers moved inside you expertly, like she knew you already, and did she just fucking moan? “fucking filthy, god-” she was leaning over you now, hair falling around her face so that it just tickled your belly as she fucked you, taking you apart. her eyes were ablaze, cheeks red as she panted above you, getting off to just the feeling, you couldn’t look at her, your stomach was tightening and oh no, no, no, she’d barely started--your hole was tightening around her fingers, making the drag of her fingers just that much better, or worse, or something else all together.

“god, you’re fucking tight,” abby groaned as she sped up her fingers, “fucking made for my fingers, taking them so good,” the palm of her hand tapping against your swollen clit with each stroke. you were gone, too gone, but not gone enough to know you were fight fucking there,

“abby, don’t stop, don’tyoufuckingdarestop,” it was pathetic, really--the tears streaming down your face, the way your hand flew out to grip her wrist, pinning her in place as you felt the world disappearing from your mind, m’gonna- fucking cum, your mouth falling open as you locked eyes with her, watching her arm flex as she brought you to your peak and oh--

the world went white for a moment, but you could feel it at the same time, could feel the way your pussy absolutely drenched abby’s hand, could feel the way she stroked you through it, murmuring praises as she pressed against that sensitive spot, causing your hips to stutter as you came down.

abby pulled her fingers out of you slowly, and you whimpered, suddenly overcome with a strong feeling of emptiness--both physically and mentally. your breathing was shaky and prominent, brain foggy and body spent. you felt the bed shifting and looked down to see abby with a soft smile on her face, wiping your wetness off onto her pant leg. you quickly averted your eyes, closing them as you pressed your fingertips to your temples, trying to force back whatever emotion was bubbling up at literally the most inconvenient time.

“hey, what’s going on?” abby’s voice was riddled with concern, and you felt her slide up the bed next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her body, her breathing matching yours. you shook your head bashfully, refusing to look at her. there were ten million thoughts running through your mind, but the main one being:

i just let abigail anderson fuck me.

“m’sorry,” you were apologizing, though you didn’t even know what for, for crying? for ruining the moment?

“sorry for what?” she was pressing, a hand coming to tug at your wrist. “hey, look at me, please,” there was an edge to her voice, almost desperate. you drew a deep breath, wiping away your tears and turning your head toward her. her eyes were full of worry, brow creased slightly as she watched your face. you looked at her for a moment longer before you couldn’t anymore, diving into her neck, pressing your body against hers with fervor. her skin was hot and sticky with perspiration, her heart beating wildly against your face as you pressed it against her, snaking an arm around her middle.

“this changes everything,” you whispered, almost scared to admit it to yourself. she rubbed a warm hand up and down the bare skin of your back soothingly, but you weren’t expecting the laugh that rumbled from her chest.

“well, i would sure hope so.”

you pulled back slightly, glaring at her as best as you could with eyes full of tears and your bottom lip quivering.

“listen,” she smiled softly at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “of course this changes everything. but doesn’t it change it for the better?” she asked. “unless you’re trying to tell me i’m a terrible lay,” and you had to laugh, pleasantly subdued, for the moment.

“it is for the better,” you mumbled, trying to make your way back into her neck, but she kept you pinned where she would see your face.

“then, what’s the problem?”

“change is hard,” you whispered, the tears stinging in your eyes again. this time, she let you back into her warmth, cradling an arm around your head as she stroked your hair gently. the room was on fire, abby’s scent overwhelming you as you felt her breath evening out.

“i’ll make it easier.”

“how?” you asked, slightly muffled into her skin.

“i just…will.”

and somehow, it sounded like a promise.

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby x you #abby tlou #the last of us pt 2

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𝐃𝐏𝐱𝐃𝐂 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐈𝐏 — ‘𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬’ ᴘᴛ. 2

part 1

“Hey- wha- Danny!” Jason yelled in panic and jerked forward, hands on the ledge to look down and body ready to vault after his idiot as quickly as he could, but was stopped by a familiar cackle, a sudden burst of light, and Danny himself standing, no floating, in front of him with stark white hair and green eyes that were quite literally glowing.

What the fuck.

“What the fuck,” he parroted his thoughts. His lips still tingled from where Danny had pressed his own against them and it was all together enough to make his brain short circuit.

“Yeah, so, uh, hi?” Danny waved lamely which turned into even lamer jazz hands, “Surprise?”

Jason blinked. And blinked again. “What the fuck,” he repeated again, this time with feeling. Danny winced a little and launched into an explanation.

“So, you know I died? Well, apparently while I was dying my DNA was also being infused with, like, a shit ton of ectoplasm which made sure I didn’t all the way die but I also didn’t come all the way back and ended up as half-ghost half-living — halfa is actually the term we use, but that’s not super important right now —” his words were nearly blending together with how fast he was trying to explain, “And, oh! I can transform at will and have been fighting ghosts since I was fourteen because they come through the same portal that I well, you know, died in, and I may also have some super cool powers and technically be King-to-Be of the Infinite Realms because I beat the last King in combat and inherited the throne, sooooo,” Danny finally stopped his word vomit. “Questions?” He finished meekly.

Jason stared and stared before tilting his head back and groaning. “Of fucking course my boyfriend would be a fucking ghost king. I am never going to live this down.” He scrubbed a hand down his face and turned to see Danny grinning lopsidedly at him. “What now?” He asked warily, suddenly feeling like a long nap would do him wonders and, really, the concrete roof was absolutely not the worst place he’d slept on before, so maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea—

Danny floated closer and Jason’s attention was stolen by the fact that his legs had transformed into a trail of… mist? Gas? What were ghosts even made of? Jason didn’t know but the sight was disconcerting and a little more than a bit distracting, especially paired with the skin-tight suit that had taken place of Danny’s usual baggier clothing. He took it all in with fascination and still a hint of disbelief.

“Boyfriend, huh?”

His eyes shot back up to Danny’s green ones and he flushed a bit at how close he had gotten without Jason noticing. He pinched his lips together when the question sunk in.

Well, in for a penny and all that.

Danny’s grin widened even more but Jason didn’t give him the time nor satisfaction to say something witty; he gave into his desires and cupped Danny’s face, noting both how strange it was to not have to lean down whatsoever to look Danny in the eyes (since he was still, y’know, floating) and how cold his skin was (Danny had always ran cold, but this was different, like the complete absence of any underlying heat that blood and skin produced).

Danny’s grin morphed into something softer and surprised, as if Jason had caught him off guard. Good. See how he likes it.

“Yes,” Jason stated, voice a bit gruff but soft between them, and Danny’s eyes darted back to his own from where they had been staring at Jason’s lips. Score. “Boyfriend,” and then, because he was a gentleman, thank you very much: “Only if you want, of cour—“ Jason was cut off by another press of lips on his own, only this time he was prepared and held on tighter, not letting Danny pull back as quickly.

Their lips stayed pressed together, soft and gentle and it made Jason ache with something fierce. He wasn’t used to tenderness. He wasn’t used to getting what he wanted. He wasn’t used to anyone wanting him back.

When they finally pulled away it was only to lean their foreheads against each other. Danny let out a breathless laugh and nudged his nose against Jason’s in a way that made his stomach flip at the casual affection. “Yes,” Danny said with another quick peck to Jason’s lips, “Boyfriends.”

Jason couldn’t stop the small, crooked grin if he had even wanted to try (and he really, really didn’t). It had been a long time since he had felt this good. This happy. Sure, he’d gotten a lot better in the past couple of years since he came back full of boiling green rage and the itch for violence at his fingertips, but Danny was the one to make him want to be better. Jason finally wanted to come back to himself, to allow himself the grace to forgive and be forgiven and move towards a future that wasn’t bathed in blood and tainted by the Pit Rage. He wanted a better relationship with his family. He wanted to do his city proud. And he wanted Danny by his side through it all, apparent Kingly status and everything.

“Good,” Jason said, drinking in the sight of Danny’s own giddy grin that showed off the longer and more pointed canines that Jason was definitely not imagining dragging along his skin. No siree. He shuddered, and it was definitely from the cold that Danny radiated. Nothing else.

Danny seemingly felt the shiver and pulled back a little more and with a flash of light he was back to his messy black hair and blue eyes, standing on the ledge with his arms around Jason’s shoulders much like they were before he had tried to give Jason a heart attack earlier. The temperature warmed a few degrees and Jason noted the fact to ask about later. “Good,” Danny parroted and then let out a little sigh, “Though, we really do need to talk about this so you actually know what you’re getting into. There’s… there’s a lot I need to explain.”

Jason nodded in agreement. He couldn’t imagine that anything Danny had to tell him would change the way he felt, but he would very much like to know everything. “My place or yours?”

Danny grinned mischeivously, “What, not the Batcave? The sooner I disclose my identity to all your bats the less chance of me slipping that I know and being hunted for sport, right? Plus, I think I could use Batman and Red Robin’s help on a couple of things assuming they’re amenable.”

Jason shook his head immediately, not wanting to imagine how the conversation would go with his entire family there to harass them without them being a hundred percent prepared (and very curious about what exactly Danny could need Bruce and Tim’s help with).

“Absolutely not. I’m not letting that conversation happen with you there until I know they can all behave themselves and not be asses about it. Jason was especially worried about Bruce’s reaction considering the man’s trust issues and his invasive need to pry and leave no stone left unturned. His siblings would be nosy and insufferable with their teasing but at least Jason was used to their antics and could shield Danny from the worst of it by giving them the short rundown before the full question panel had to happen. No, better for Jason to learn it all first and be able to prepare them both for the inevitable shitshow.

Danny shrugged, “Probably best to go to my place anyway; I stole a bunch of tech from my parents and it’s way easier to explain everything with some visual examples.”

Jason arched a brow, “What kind of tech?”

Danny’s grin was down right devilish as he transformed once more with a flash of light and held out an inviting hand as he floated a few feet away from the ledge, “How do you feel about going ghost hunting?”

Jason had a sudden feeling that Danny was going to be the death of him, but, strangley, the thought wasn’t nearly as frightening as it should have been. Maybe Danny was onto something when he said dying once really put things into persepctive. After all, there were much worse ways to go.

He confidently stepped onto the ledge and grabbed the offered hand tightly, “Bring it on, Ghost King.”

#lol here it is finally! i don’t have any more written for it but that may change if Lady Inspiration blesses me #i have a general outline of the lead up to this and what comes next but it will probably stay a drabble rather than an actual fic #anyways i hope you enoyed :) <3 #dpxdc #dpxdc dead on main #dead on main #dpxdc drabble #dead on main drabble #vee’s dpxdc writing #vee’s dpxdc drabbles #vee’s drabbles #vee’s writing

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So much love to you sweetheart! Major congrats on hitting 10! That’s SUCH a huge achievement! You deserve 10,000 more and you *know it*.

Can I ask for…

🖊️ Breath-hitching when they get close with Joel? I feel like it’s such a JOEL thing. His expression stays the same, his body language is stiff, but he can’t deny the way his heart stops when you’re nearby 🥹

SO MUCH LOVE TO U

So, there you go tingling all the right bits in my brain. I love the idea of tension with Joel because he's just soooo serious, isn't he? I wanna thank you first of all, babes, idk if I'll ever make it to 10k more but just knowing you think I deserve it is good enough. — main masterlist | fireplace celebration | 🏷️: established relationship, soft!Joel, pet names, mentions of smut, minors DNI; [WC: 1.2k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ edges start to burn꒱

This thing with Joel was new. Tentative, and big.

It was like a dip in deep ocean, something you have only one clear memory of.

After dancing around each other for far too long, he’d done something about the tension that was born in the air every time the two of you were alone, and now, it was like getting to know Joel all over again. All the nervousness, the electric shocks whenever he bumped into you or talked too close to your ears—everything it took you goddamn months to get used to, and the fact that it now came with more.

It was torture, and yet, you both loved it.

Since the kiss after the campfire, now Joel smiled at you differently.

You’d seen it the first time after he pulled away, his hands still cupping your neck and his arms around you holding you back from collapsing on the floor in a thousand tiny pieces. He was smiling. It was—shy. Coy. A little cocky, too, specially with the smugness in his voice when he said, “open your eyes, darlin’.”

Joel became a hazard to your health.

Every time he inched closer, it made the oxygen in your body to behave funny—it stilled. His voice and his presence were like the zero degree hit mark, and you became ice under his touch before you melted away.

He takes it slow.

Painfully slow, if anyone asked you, but it’s still fine. Joel’s look has a promise of something bigger, and it keeps you on your toes. It’s better that he grows you used to the curling in your toes when he kisses you long and deep, or trail his hands on your body.

That’s how you’ll survive something more—dosed on him.

Joel crawls inside of you like something wild. He comes in bit by bit, trusting your smiles the more they come. He takes a while before allowing you to caress him the same you he loves doing you.

While his hands have trailed almost all of your body — trembling, shaking, breathing through the assistance of his own breath too close to yours and his gaze holding a dark cloud over you, his whispers of ‘it’s ok, darlin’—feels good, doesn’t it? I like seein’ you squirm like this’ driving you into a foggy haze — that was all that happened. Joel kissed you and ground your hips into his, letting you claw at his scalp and hold onto him for dear life, but it was only you who fell apart at first.

Then, one day, your hands traveled underneath his shirt, and sighed, melting into it.

Not away from it. Joel continued his ministrations, sighing deeper into the kiss, opening up beneath you.

Getting underneath Miller’s layers was similar to bringing an untamed horse inside close borders—it came with drawing boundaries, and going through them slowly. Surely.

Joel opened up about his past before he could feel comfortable to get naked for you.

It was like he needed you to see him before seeing the rest. A map of scars and a long past.

It’s intense, and more than you expected, but not in a bad way. It’s real.

He’s so Joel that you know him better than you knew people who grew up around you. He understood the deepest and darkest parts of you, shrugging them off as if they were nothing.

Joel showered you in compliments whenever he could, much like you did with him. Yours always came out much shier than his, but he blushed at them all the same.

On a Sunday, you wake up to the smell of coffee and find him in the kitchen with your vinyl player turning the whole place into a dream. Maybe it’s the Spring air outside, and the pink light streaming through your glass, or maybe it’s him—

Joel’s leaning on the counter, shirtless. It’s definitely him.

Or maybe you’re still dreaming.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

He spins around with the mug in his lips, but you see the smile behind it. Your smile.

He gives you a curt nod, then uses his free hand to make a come hither gesture.

You walk towards him, drunk in sleep and the view you’re graced with, and then walk until your body is all pressed on his. Your arms wrap around his waist, and Joel sips his coffee before putting the mug down behind him. He then hugs properly, putting his face on his neck. “Mornin’ to you, too.”

You chuckle. “Sorry. Thought I was still dreaming there for a sec.”

“Is that so?” His breath tickles your neck, and you nuzzle your nose in his hair. He’s been using the coconut shampoo you gave him, finally. “Didn’t know you dreamt about me being indecent that often.”

Heat burned in your cheeks, and you were thankful for being hidden in the crook of his neck. “Shut up.” You feel him pulling back to look at you. “You know what I mean.”

“I might know what you mean, yeah.” Joel laughs a little. “I told ya I’d be dropping by the first day that it was hot early in the mornin’ to get a look at your window. I washed the dishes and saw the sink was drippin’, too, so I fixed that. Might’ve gotten sprayed in the process.”

“So handy, Miller.”

He leans until his lips were brushing on yours to answer, “You knew that already,” in a whisper.

It was way too early to be trembling like this, “Unlike some people, I haven’t had my coffee yet.” It comes out a little breathless.

Joel hums thoughtfully at you, and presses a kiss on your waiting lips either way.

How could you be so delusional to think you’d need coffee when he was here. Joel’s better than coffee. Sharper, too.

When he kisses you like this, it made you remember the hidden books in Elena’s secret library that you read when you were younger. The ones you wished you could take it home and read until all the light went out of the sky—lines and thousands of words of exactly this; his hands felt hot. They made your body respond like a magnet.

Joel left a trail of heat wherever his hands passed by, and it woke you up much faster than caffeine would dream of.

Your own moans your muffled to your ears by the sound of his soft sighing, and that was all you needed to press harder into him; slithering your body on his. Joel responded by untangling from you with his heavy breathing and his smile turned up a thousand watts. “I really like this ‘just woke up’ look on ya,” he says before dipping to kiss along your neck.

Your only answer is a whine, and trying to control the desire to start climbing him as you had times before.

His skin is so hot under your palms that they’ve been running all over his back as kissed you lazy and awake, and you can feel the dampness in your underwear because of the way he squeezed your thighs and your ass.

When Joel nibbles on a sensitive part of your neck, you whine louder. Whine his name.

“‘kay, ok, I hear you.” Joel then scoops you up by your ass, pulling a surprised yelp from you. “C’mon,” he laughs.

He makes his way to your bedroom, and you think—definitely still dreaming. You’ll believe it’s real when you eat something.

Maybe him.

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watchoutforthefanfics · 6 months

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part Two) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1, 2...

Taglist: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

[[A/N: So I've kind of written a lot of this one already... So, expect a few updates soon. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

It was silent, your heart beating furiously in your chest -and something in you stilled further.

What if it happened now, what if you died here?

You scoffed, in disbelief, “What?”

“They, they crafted something love-related, essentially antagonizing the physical aspects of love, you know? Like, um-” He rambled, voice quieter than it had ever been, “-your heart rate.”

“What so-” you began, a bit in an unbelievable tone, “-my heart can just explode? I breathed in a potion that can just make my heart explode?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” the Doctor continued, moving forward what seemed like endless hallways, “-the potion, if you’d even call it that, slipped into your brain, and that’s where your heart… The brain is the launching point.”

“I…” you hummed, following slowly behind him, “-I can’t control it then, can I?”

“Well, no,” he began, spinning around at the tone of voice- at the defeat, “-but there’s a cure. What, you aren’t- Y/N.”

“Doctor, my heart is going to explode,” you answered, careful and considerate, “I don’t… I don’t think this is the time I play it safe.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he added, a bit astonished and a tone you knew well, sorrowed disbelief.

“Look,” you relented, “-are you even sure of the cure? Really?”

“I-” he stammered out.

“It’s amateur, right?” you spoke, gently, “-That’s below your pay grade. Isn’t it?”

He cleared his throat, a determined look set into his eyes, “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up, and really neither should you.”

“I’m not giving up, Doctor. It’s just-” you exclaimed, “-if it’s between you or me-”

“Stop,” he interrupted, back to you with a tone you knew but had never been the target of, “-just… stop.”

“I can’t, okay?” he added his voice with the slightest bit of a shake, “I won’t. Not you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt it -the spike. It was different, the tingle buzzing up your arms and your heart bumping so heavily in your chest. If you squinted, you could see the fuzz of pink filling in the corners of your vision - leftover potion, probably.

“Okay,” you exhaled, “-I’ll try.”

He hummed, a bit damper than you had seen, but you supposed death could do that to a man. Especially someone who had seen so much.

“I think the sonic is picking up on the Ponds,” he changed the subject, “-best we find them first, maybe they know something we don’t.”

“Right,” you clarified, “Are we brainstorming on the way or? For my…”

“Yes,” the Doctor’s eyebrows flattened, “I’m thinking. I never stop thinking.”

“‘Course you don’t,” you smiled, slowly following him (you trusted him with every fiber of your being). And there it was again, the pink fuzz filling your eyes, just the corners.

You blinked, and it vanished.

“What’s the typical cure?” you asked, mostly out of curiosity, “Like non-amateur.”

“It’s terribly cliche,” he professed, a little bit of a chuckle in his tone, “-whoever loves you has to confess. Or, you have to. To the person, you actually love, not just… not the potion.”

“Wait,” you shook your head, “-I’m the one whose affected how would someone who loved me be involved? Shouldn’t it be-”

“It is,” he cleared his throat, looking oddly uncomfortable, “-it’s kind of a backup option, really. To, uh, get you to see your ‘options’, I suppose.”

“And the difference with mine?”

“Well,” he exhaled, a strong gust of breath, “-yours has a physical emphasis on it, on purpose -assumedly. Your heart is much more sensitive.”

“So…?”

“Let’s say you confess to who you love,” he wasn’t looking at you, and something tinged within you, “-if they don’t reciprocate… Your heart with taking it stronger, a literal heartbreak. You won’t-”

“If they don’t love me back,” you continued, “-I’ll die.”

“Yes.��

“Right so, that’s not an option,” you huffed out, blinking back what hope you had, “-so, we wait for a confession.”

“Why not?” the Doctor asked, genuinely questioning, “Surely if you, Y/N, were in love with someone, they’d love you back. They’d be stupid not too.”

Your head buzzed, and the pink fuzz started again, blurrily along the edges. You could feel your heartrate pick up, genuinely unsettling how fast it was pumping. You almost expected your chest to cartoonishly be pounding out in a comical heart shape.

“Doctor!”

You blinked, and your chest calmed.

Amy rushed to him down a hallway with Rory tightly by her side, their eyes filling with a general sense of relief.

"Amelia-" he let out a breath, scanning over her briefly, partially for assumed injuries. Your heart seemed to not take that lightly, amplified by the curse, you'd assumed.

Rory answered, noticing the familiar trail, "We're unscathed. There was only a voice-"

"She said," Amy exhaled, shaky, "-she said she'd kill you both."

"Right," the Doctor hummed, clearly compensating, "-they all say that though, don't they?"

You chastised, eyes landing on the frazzled redhead (you'd never seen her like this… except without Rory), "Doctor."

"Are you guys okay?" Rory interrupted, taking a moment to look at the two of you, like he could see it on the surface level, "She didn't hurt you two, did she?"

Your eyes fell to your wrist, if you squinted you could almost see your pulse, and Amy's eyes followed them.

"Did she?" She asked, with more intention behind it - a fury you'd become familiar with.

You opened your mouth, but the Doctor found his way to the words quicker, "It's…"

"My heart is cursed," you exhaled, voice wobbly, "- and I… I'm on a timer."

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #gender neutral y/n #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #is really sad kinda so #unrequited love but not really #use of y/n #enjoy part one #watchoutwriting #ticking love bomb

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rachalixie · 1 year

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3 times you’re incredibly awkward with hyunjin + 1 time you’re not

tags: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff

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really, it’s a wonder you hadn’t met him any earlier than this. your first set of friends were friends with him too, the circles between groups at your university being so overlapped there was barely a difference. you’ve heard the name hyunjin thrown around between your class friends chan, changbin, and jisung (or 3racha, as they call themselves) and your dormmates ryujin and yeji.

when you finally do meet him, it’s at a party chan’s throwing, the only one old enough to have an actual apartment to throw it in. he’s flanked by minho and felix as they walk in, making a trio of who are probably the most beautiful people you’ve ever laid eyes on. felix presses a kiss to your cheek and minho offers you a sweet smile, but when your eyes meet hyunjin’s the world stops. and, apparently, so does your brain.

“hi, i’m hyunjin. you know chan and the guys, right?” he says, and his voice. it’s soft but sharp at the same time somehow. like the way sunrays peek through puffy white clouds.

“i’m,” you start, pausing to clear your throat when it becomes strangled. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“your name is ‘it’s nice to meet you?’” he says with a smile, and he really could have been making fun of you but his soft eyes and calm voice make it known that he’s not. of course, he’s nice too.

“this is (y/n),” felix saves you like the absolute angel he is. you nod and smile, hoping that it wasn’t more of a grimace, before excusing yourself and avoiding him for the rest of the evening. despite the distance, he was the only thing running through your mind the entire time.

you’re sitting at your favorite coffee shop with your noise canceling headphones in, content in your loneliness as you pretend to get work done on your computer. your iced coffee is half drank, sweating and forgotten next to you from the hours you’ve been here.

you’re startled so badly that you yelp when a hand drops onto your shoulder, and you rip your headphones out as you turn to see who on earth would scare you this badly during your comfort time.

of course, it’s hyunjin. standing in front of you with a halo of blonde hair, looking like a picture perfect angel. you’re suddenly self conscious about your own appearance, in bike shorts and a baggy sweatshirt, your hair a mess on top of your head.

“hi,” he says, smiling indulgently as he looks at you. “sorry i scared you! i just wanted to say hi when i saw you over here. mind if i sit?”

“oh,” you squeak out, panic settling in. “i was actually just leaving. but you can have my table!”

you weren’t just leaving. he knows it. you know he knows it. that doesn’t stop you from scrambling to pack up your bag and shuffling away from him, turning around to say bye before bee-lining to the door. he looks a little lost as you walk out, small frown on his face, but when he notices that you forgot your headphone on the table it turns into an indulgent smile.

“hey, (y/n)!” you hear that angelic voice calling you from behind, and you almost break into a run when your fight or flight response sets off. you almost wish you had your headphones so you couldn’t hear him, but you lost them a few days ago and you’ve been forced to survive without them. you turn around instead of leaving, stopping in your tracks as he jogs to catch up with you.

“hi, hyunjin,” you say, trying to meet his eyes but settling your gaze on the bridge of his nose instead.

“hi. again.” he’s panting a bit, and he sets a hand on your shoulder while he catches his breath. his touch burns through your shirt onto your skin, leaving a warm tingling feeling even when he removes it. “i wanted to give these to you, you forget them the other day.”

he’s holding out your headphones in his hand, and you gasp in excitement, forgetting the nervousness that he brings out in you as you thank him profusely and reach for them. he jerks them back out of your reach before you can take them, and he giggles when you let out a wounded noise.

“my payment for these?” he says, smiling in a way that’s almost a smirk. he holds out his phone with his other hand, screen open on the new contact screen. “go on a date with me. i want to get to know you.”

“oh,” you’re surprised, his words catching up to you and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. you nod fervently, typing in your name and number into his phone with what is probably a ridiculous smile on your face. “text me when you’re free?”

he takes his phone back and exchanges it with your headphones, and you excuse yourself before you can say something stupid like let’s just skip class and go now.

you do your best to calm your nerves as you get ready. he didn’t tell you where you were going, just that he would come pick you up at your dorm and that it was nothing fancy. you’ve been texting nonstop for the past week, awkward at first, but the two of you clicked pretty quickly. you figured out that he’s a dance major like felix and minho but he practices photography and art as a passionate hobby, he grew up with jeongin and he’s the closest friend hyunjin has ever had, and he spends his evenings yelling into a headset while playing games with jisung into the early hours of the morning. he asks you so many questions about yourself that you feel like you’re being interviewed, but not in a bad way.

he messages you as you’re on your way down, a simple here :) that puts a smile on your face. he takes your hand in his as he walks you to whatever secret destination he’s had planned. he’s holding a picnic basket on his other arm, and it swings back and forth as you walk.

you end up in the park just off campus, green and red trees shrouding the space in cool shadows with the sunlight peeking through in warm speckles. he leads you to a bench where he sets the basket down, unpacking containers full of sandwiches and fruits and cookies and snacks, enough to feed much more than just the two of you.

you sit across the table from him and he immediately takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers through his.

“this is actually where i first saw you,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence that’s blanketed the two of you.

“what?” you don’t remember that. you would have remembered if you had met him before, you don’t think you could ever forget his face.

“yeah, you were sitting up against that tree, typing something on your laptop,” he smiles at the memory, playing with your fingers. “i was too nervous to walk up to you, but i wanted to. you looked so peaceful, i could tell them that you were smart because your eyes crossed when you were reading something and i’ve only seen smart people do that.”

he’s kind of rambling, a cute nervous habit and you’re kind of glad for it because since now you’ve been the only awkward one between the two of you. it’s kind of like he’s showing you who he is under the confidence he had been wearing.

“i wish you had,” you hold back a smile, sure that you wouldn't be able to paint it off once it took over your face. “would have saved you the trouble of chasing me around to return my headphones.”

“but that was the funnest part,” he says, popping a grape into his mouth.

he keeps hold of your hand the entire time, up until he drops you back at your dorm, like a promise.

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frogchiro · 2 years

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That imagine about Pierro teaching his waifu soft spots to his colleagues is just 🥰🥰🥰. Imagine if they’re all yanderes. (My instinct just senses Pierre’s a yandere material. Maybe not your thing so sorry to bother you 🙏🏻)

NAH I'M MORE THAN OKAY WITH THIS my spidey senses are tingling rn bc this is just so delicious, thank you darling!

edit: i'm so sorry for this...monster that came out, it was meant to be a quick lil thirst but my thoughts were thinking and,, yeah ;_;

also i'm very sorry for the possibly terrible grammar, it's very late and my brain juices were draining with every word, i promise i'm gonna edit this as soon as possible

you know the drill; fem!reader, nsfw themes, light breeding kink, belly bulge mentions, yandere stuff, possibly dark content, if you don't like it please don't read it for your own good!

and you're so right! pierro definitely is yandere material! not only that, he has major possessive/obsessive tendencies that bleed out between the cracks everyday but he's also a massive condescending asshole who loves to show off his darling little wife, his possession, since you quite literally belong to him the second you said 'yes' to his question about being his

that being said, he gets off on the whole 'look but don't touch' mindset, meaning that he loves loves loves showing off you and your beautiful body in front of a whole audience in the confines of his large opulent bedroom

i'm imagining that you're laid out in the middle of the large bed, the softest silks and furs tickling your naked skin as you're writhing all helpless and sensitive, a little scared even if you'd say so, but deep down you know that your darling husband would rather take on all the archons himself alone than let harm come your way, you're that precious to him

you're torn out of your thoughts as the looming shadow of pierro enters your vision, his long blond hair in its usual loose fashion, the difference between you two is that where you're stark naked, he's fully clothed, a dominance and power thing you quickly learned that your husband very much enjoyed

pierro was a very patient and very thorough man, not even an inch of your glistening skin left untouched, each and every of your sweetest spots that leave you a shuddering and whimpering mess is a=being touched and abused, the sensitive skin of your neck, you can feel his cool lips on it as he trails a line of kisses, licks and soft bites to your jugular where he carefully but firmly presses his sharp teeth to leave a mark, a very possessive claim rooted deep in his dominant tendencies to show you that you're his and his alone, and to show all the males sprawled on the sidelines who exactly is your master, your owner and to dissipate any stray thoughts of taking you away

speaking of which, in the thick haze of pleasure pierro was raining upon you, you completely forgot about the little audience your husband invited into your shared intimate space, the other harbingers, at least some of them

you lifted your head weakly as pierro made his way down your chest, now focusing on your breasts and the skin around your sensitive nipples, a frustrated little whine left you before taking hold on the back of his head and gently guided him where you needed him the most and the blond man was more than happy to indulge himself in your precious nipples

'a-ah! pierro, love, p-please not so rough~ you'll-ah!'

you tried to speak but your lover gently bit down on your nipple with a evil smirk before moving down to nip and delicately tug on the skin just below your nipple which made you squirm in his iron-like hold

'aw, but you love me playing with you here, don't you my little flower? the way you whimper and move for me so deliciously, how can i not take advantage?'

pierro purrs hotly against your sternum before moving away from you, a quiet whine left your lips before being shushed by your husband as he turns to the onlookers and finally adresess them since the begining of your little session

'see it you gentlemen? see how she squirms and whines like a bitch in heat, begging for more? this is how you make a woman feel good, something you impatient young brats wouldn't achieve even in your dreams'

your husband's teasing remark was met with a chorus of sneers and quiet quips and you finally turned your head to take a good look at the most feared group of men in all of tevyat and good gods, what a sight they were

the men gathered today were the ones that always frequent when your husband decides to present and show you off like a prized little pet

you'd never say this out loud, not even with your lover, but these men always made you feel uneasy, like you were the prized prey they, the hunters, the predators were gonna catch and eat alive, it was a terrible feeling but what could you do or say? you were no fighter, you were the tsaritsa's handmaiden that pierro for some reason took a fancy to and you ended up here, being stripped naked and presented like a fine feast to these beasts with your now husband on top of you

sprawled along the comfy cushy sofas were pantalone, dottore, capitano and to your surprise, tartaglia, and all men looked positively wrecked without a single touch from you or even their own hands, this was one of the two rules their leader set, no touching themselves and absolutely not touching you

so there they were, hot and bothered, heavy sneers were present of the faces of dottore and childe, you could almost swear that you heard dottore hiss and the redhead let out a growl akin to a feral beast as his hips bucked up into empty air

pantalone did look a bit better, or at least tried to look more composed than his two companions but was failing terribly at it, a heavy blush coated his usually deadly pale face, eyes glazed over and a very obvious hard on, precum seeping out and making a glistening wet spot on his black pants

and then there was the mysterious capitano, as always clad from head to toe in black armor completed with his signature helmet. even if you tried, and you wouldn't even dare to get too close to him, you couldn't see anything in the darkness of his mask, just a pure black void that you sometimes wondered if it contained an actual human, yet there he was, his long thick legs spread not even trying to hide the massive erection tenting his pants, quiet growls escaping the void

with a smug look on his face, pierro turned back to you but didn't lean in immediately, no, he wanted to take you in as much as he could, his beautiful, young and very naive wife

you were truly a sight to behold, not only in looks but your personality as well; you had a sharp mind and a clever tongue, what actually made pierro fall so deeply in love with you were the late night talks back in zaploynary palace that gradually grew longer and longer before he finally made his move and asked if he could officially court you

he'd never forget that one evening where he quite literally changed his and your life forever, when he asked you if he could court you, that is after asking for the tsaritsa's permission, he knew his place as the captain of the harbingers and he knew your position as her majesty's favorite handmaiden, even he couldn't just barge in with such an important thing and potentially fuck up everything he's ever worked for and jeopardize your career

he'll never forget that bewildered, full of love and adoration look in your eyes that soon filled with crystal-like tears of happiness as you accepted his courtship, similarly to when he finally popped the big question and then finally on your wedding day

and pierro was, is and knows that he will forever be happy as long as you'll have him, he's ready to collect the starts and moon and lay them at your feet if you even mentioned it, but he still knew about the one thing about you that was admittedly adorable but made you a terribly easy target for the dark shadows that lurked in the corners and crevices; it was your kindness

don't get him wrong, pierro, who was always regarded as a man cut out of stone with a block of ice instead of a heart, could feel his resolve melt dangerously quickly with you and he simply adored your kind nature, but here, in the heart of snezhnaya where they traded in 'blood and tears' kindness was a fatal trait that could lead to your swift demise

but unfortunately for him, you already were known through almost the whole palace for your gentle and friendly character, even though a commoner, you had much more power than you realized, and among the safe admirers you had that pierro didn't like but tolerated, there were also the dark sneering miasma that crawled along the halls and slithered right up against you without you even realizing it

of course with pierro taking a fancy towards you, all the other harbingers were bound to eventually piece the puzzles together and figure him out, but he's still their leader, their elder in every sense and he made is very clear that the rest of them is not to mingle with you as they are literally the symbols of misery and death and he'll make sure that anyone who crosses that line will be swiftly dealt with

and of course only a few actually listened, and just as he suspected some of his colleagues took a weird fascination, or rather obsession with you, especially that little ginger brat, tartaglia

he was brash, bold and boisterous, his lust for bloodshed almost comical in pierro's eyes, but the thing that grated on his nerves the most is his unpredictability and he knew that childe was literally a ticking time bomb and you were the unfortunate trigger

pierro was almost impressed with how you could spend time with the redhead and...seem to enjoy it? if it were possible the boy would have hearts in his eyes when he looked at your form, and don't think he didn't know about the times that little shit spied on you when you were in the throes of pleasure the he, pierro, was providing you with, your little form laid out so deliciously on his massive desk, his thick cock driving into you at a steady pace he knew would drive you crazy, sounds from your wet cunt being overpowered by the loud moans and screams of his name escaping your mouth and begging him for more, more-!

of course there were also his other colleagues, namely pantalone, who was showering you in all the mora in the world, taking you out on expensive outing that propably costed more than what you used to earn in a year which he let happen since he knew how terribly uncomfortable all the opulence made you feel and how you from then on avoided the banker like the plague, dottore, who was admittedly much more stable and calm compared to his various clones, at the end of the day was still a deranged and dangerous scientist which made you afraid of him, sidestepping every proposition of spending time together and capitano, who stood at the impressive height of 7 ft, was like an apparition that haunted the halls of the palace and combined with his seemingly endless mask he always had on made you bow to him and express your respects before quickly staying out of his way as much as possible

unfortunately for him, these three were much more seasoned and refined in their game, they had half the mind and were much more subtle in their little obsession with you, but that made them only much more vicious opponents

perhaps this was the needed push for pierro to finally make the decision to officially court you, to show his subordinates who exactly was still at the very top and for a reason

but that also led him to confront his own dark thoughts and impulses

he loved you, he really did and he'd never regret choosing to court and marry you, but he was a clever man and he knew that it was a dangerous obsession he had with you, dark thoughts whispering in his ear to lock you away under lock and key in his mansion and never let his pure little dove out, he'd provide for you and protect you, give you everything you'd ever need, any whim you'd ever have would be cared for, be it material or in a more...carnal way, either way he'd do everything if it only meant you never leave him

he was not the leader of the harbingers for centuries for nothing, his experience and prowess proved to never let him astray, his position was the living proof of that, a man that never let emotions dictate his way of life, never let it cloud his judgement, but even he was ultimately just a man who fell so deeply in love that he sometimes felt was choking him alive

pierro was well aware of the hateful and omnipresent eyes of his fellow harbingers, full of anger and jealousy just waiting for a crack in his armor, one fuck up and they'd strike him down and take his treasure for themselves, but he wasn't the eldest and most experienced out of them for nothing, and he had just the perfect remedy for it

and so that led to the current situation you find yourself in, completely unaware of the dark monologue in your loving husbands head, your own thoughts clouded with mind-numbing pleasure as your lover thrusted into you, rutting like a beast in heat, and that combined with the little bulge in your underbelly and the burning hot feeling of his cock consistently prodding your deepest, most sensitive spots made you see starts, your hands gripping the sheets under you before arching your back so deliciously and finally letting go, your orgasm earth-shattering to the point where the edges of your vision turned black

when you came back to your senses you could feel your husband emptying his cum into you, last little thrusts of his hips making sure that his seed is nice and deep inside you, before smiling the loving smile he loved so much and pulling him down for a tired but wonderfully warm kiss

and you may not have noticed it, but pierro sure did hear the loud muffled whine that tartaglia let out, the wet spot on his gray pants getting noticeably bigger and wetter

'the boy really came in his pants just from watching? pathetic'

thought pierro before looking over at his colleagues and finding them in a not better shape

a grin almost made its way on his face, before barking at them harshly to get lost and turning back to you, his wife, his love, his tresure

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#oh jeez what a...thing huh #i just hope you guys enjoy it #because my brain is not braining anymore #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #pantalone x reader #tartaglia x reader #dottore x reader #capitano x reader

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hyptrance1 · 1 month

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Lock it Away

Alright, here’s another induction, a bit different than my other ones. My last… all of them were focusing on using your pleasure in your dick/antenna to help with the going under process. This time what I’m thinking is twofold: that you’ll wake up with a trigger to lock your thoughts and brain away for me, and a desire to lock your cock up and focus on the pleasure of submitting to me. The focus of this one being more obedience being the focus of your pleasure, that the biggest way to feel it is to submit and lock your brain away. Heavy submission vibes, so obviously if you’re not into chastity or submitting to me, please don’t read this. If you’re okay with doing both, locking away your cock and mind and submitting to me, then by all means continue reading. My last word of caution is that if you think text hypnosis doesn’t work on you, well, there have been many a guy who has thought that and has gone under anyways. So, being aware of that, I guess enjoy.

I assume you imagine pleasure as a throbbing, pulsing coming from your dick, but I’m here to tell you that there are many ways of experiencing pleasure. One of those ways is pretty simple, you’re doing it now. Many guys feel pleasure through reading my words. It starts pretty simply, they just focus on my words. They allow their thoughts to slow down so they can pay attention to the words on the screen and they start to ignore the simple distractions to better get pleasure from my words. And it is a simple pleasure, the ability to focus on something and not think about anything for a moment, to ignore the distractions and stressors of the day. It starts to make your head feel lighter, simple pleasures of just reading and focusing, although there are other pleasure that happen when they continue reading.

The pleasure to relax is one of those stronger pleasures. People feel it in distinct but similar ways. It’s the pleasure of letting your muscles relax, your body finding a comfortable position to get into, almost subconsciously. It is the pleasure of letting your muscles start to loosen, give up the tension that has built up throughout the day. Usually what helps is a few deep, slow inhales to start letting your muscles relax. The difference between people is where they start off the pleasurable relaxing of the muscles. For most, it is their neck and shoulders, letting them get heavier with each slow inhale, letting the pleasure remove the tension in the shoulders and neck. Other people might find that they focus on their feet or their knees, their lower back, or their arms. However they start to remove the tension and stress from their bodies slowly start replacing tension with pleasure, growing more comfortable and at peace by the second.

Lastly, many guys get pleasure from my words through just the simple act of obeying. You’ve probably heard the sayings, “obedience is pleasure”, and “pleasure is obedience”. Well I’m sure for you this is also true. You want to follow, you want to obey. Why else would you be reading my words right now if it wasn’t for the fact that you have some desire to submit, desire to receive pleasure from my words. And I’m sure you are feeling pleasure through my words. The deep breathing, your skin tingling with tiny bursts of pleasure as you keep reading and following, knowing that your mind will empty and your body will relax and you will sink completely to my words. I’m sure just that fact brings you overwhelming pleasure.

So then follow. Obedience is pleasure.

Let your thoughts drain out of your head, one at a time. Each thought draining sending a little more pleasure through your body. Like water slowly dripping into a cup, slowly building up more and more wonderful sensations as your thoughts as drained out of your mind and you just are left empty headed and focused on my words.

Follow some more. Obedience is pleasure.

With your mind completely empty, feel the pleasure now of just following my words. Each word read just sending pleasure down your spine, one drop at a time, one word at a time. Just waiting for the time when you can finally let your mind completely empty and just obediently follow my words without needing to think.

Follow. Obedience is pleasure.

Continue to follow as I count down from 10, and once I reach 0 going completely under: body totally relaxed, totally filled with pleasure, and mind empty and ready to obey my words like you know you want to. Mindless, obedient, submissive, and completely filled with pleasure.

Follow. Obey. Obedience is pleasure.

Mind fully empty.

Body fully relaxed.

Happy.

Obedient.

Filled with pleasure.

Body wanting to submit.

Mind wanting to obey.

So follow your body.

Follow your mind.

And sink deep for me.

Empty. Under. Hypnotized

Good. Feeling that pleasure thrumming throughout your body as your mind is ready to be locked away by my words. You can imagine it: a big large vault, big enough to fit all of your thoughts, worries, cares. You can imagine that your mind is stored in there, the door closing and leaving your head empty and your body ready to follow orders. It feels so good to follow. Obedience is pleasure, and you feel so much pleasure locking your mind away for me, letting my words take your thoughts and secure them.

Now your brain will only be locked away whenever I say the words, “lock your mind away for me”. Only when I say those words will your thoughts, mind, worries and cares be stored away in that big vault. And locking your mind away will feel so pleasurable to you. Following my words will have your body thrumming with the pleasure you feel now. Being blank and hypnotized will feel wonderful.

Additionally, you will find that you also want to lock up another part of your body for me. When you wake, you will have a growing desire to lock your dick away for me. If you have a chastity cage already, you will feel the desire to lock away grow until you finally put it on, and if you do not have a chastity cage you will feel the desire to buy one grow until you have one in your hands. Being locked for me feels good. Your body buzzes with pleasure as you imagine your cock locked, following my words as you sink deeper and deeper for me.

Now remembering your post hypnotic suggestions, feeling them stick into your mind:

Seeing me say “lock your mind away for me” will take you back under, locking your mind away in a vault.

You have a desire to wear chastity for me. This desire will grow until you put your chastity cage on or buy one.

Being locked feels good.

Lastly, when you see the words “brain unlocked” then you will return to your normal self.

Repeat these commands to yourself before continuing to be woken up.

Good.

Now when I count from 1 to 3 you will wake up feeling good, relaxed, and filled with pleasure. Ready?

Thoughts returning to you.

Aware and waking up.

Wide awake.

Well hopefully you enjoyed that. And I hope you will enjoy being locked away for me.

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box-of-roses · 3 months

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.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. Letters to Skin .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

♡ Synopsis: Everything you write or draw on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin; What happens when drawing on your skin results in someone becoming your best friend and then something more.

♡ Characters: Akaashi, Y/N, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku

♡ Possible Warnings: talks about divorced parents

♡ Words: 2k

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Series Masterlist

When people feel most alone they talk to themselves. Rationalize to their brains why they would possibly feel like this. In this world though soulmates exist. No one should ever feel alone, should not will. See, when you feel the most alone the universe decides to let you have a connection to your soulmate. The connection doesn’t go away just becaus you stop feeling alone either. Both people don’t have to feel alone, that would just cause someone to feel worse. I mean you try to connect to someone and they can’t respond? The universe isn’t always that cruel.

It doesn’t promise you speak the same language, it just makes sure you are able to connect. Y/N is the first to feel alone. Your soulmate is apparently having it a bit better than you do at this moment. Your parents had just told you they were divorcing. They had already signed the papers, all week you had thought you were just moving to a different house. Well, you were. Not all of you though. Because your mother travelled so much for work you would be staying with your father. You ran to your room and locked the door. They hadn’t even come after you. Looking back it was probably because they wanted to give you space to think everything over. To your little mind right now though it was the worst thing they could have possibly done.

Suddenly you felt a tingling in your arm. Oh how funny the universe was. You reached for a pen and scribbled some words down. ‘Hello, sorry to bother you.’ You waited a few minutes. Nothing. Maybe the universe hadn’t thought you were lonely enough yet. What was that weird tingling then? You tried to tell yourself it was just your imagination. Maybe your parents had lied to you. Just as you start going down that path your arm tingles again.

‘I’m sorry for replying so late’ another tingle. ‘I was in the middle of eating dinner. I’m Akaashi, what’s your name?’

‘Y/N’

‘Why are you so sad?’

‘My parents are getting divorced.’

‘I’m sorry, I hope you can become happier. Do you want to talk about it?’

‘Not really. Can we talk about something else?’

‘Of course.’ The words stopped appearing. Maybe Akaashi got held up again. You after all weren’t expecting that your soulmate would just drop everything to talk with you. ‘What’s your favorite book?’ Funny how even the smallest of things can make a person feel less alone. Make someone feel appreciated, loved, cared for. Those words can be synonymous but not always. Right now? They were applicable. Those words were always synonymous when you were talking to Akaashi, he always makes you feel loved and cared for and appreciated.

The two of you sat miles apart talking about books, flowers, anything other than the lingering sadness. Since the connection started it hadn’t gone away, as you were told it wouldn’t. You still worried though, your parents were soulmates. That didn’t stop them from falling apart though, as protection to yourself you hadn’t told anyone you had met your soulmate. You weren’t sure if he had done the same thing. Part of you was hoping he had done the same as you so there wouldn’t be an unfortunate meeting. You both decided not to talk too much about your personal lives. You would talk about school but not which school. You had stated early on why you were so scared of finding him.

He accepted your reasons and never pushed you to tell him anything that you didn’t naturally tell him. To fill the silence he would tell you about himself. The more you learned about him the less you cared if he hid you as his soulmate. You told him you would even feel proud for people to know you were his soulmate. You knew that he played volleyball, a setter, and that he wanted to be a manga editor when he graduated. You knew he had a best friend that he would often have to leave you on ‘delivered’ to go deal with. You laughed when he told you how mercilessly his teammates teased him when they found the writing on his arms.

The more you grew up the less it bothered you that people knew of you being his soulmate. You had told him that he could tell people if he wanted to. You still refused to tell others though. Maybe it was the lingering trust issues causing you to pause whenever you were going to tell your friends something sweet he has said. You didn’t fully know why you couldn’t say it. You loved talking to him, he was so sweet. He always managed to cheer you up whenever you felt down. You knew so much about him and you hadn’t even told him that you joined your volleyball team as a manager to see him. You knew it was stupid to think that you would find him like this. You had new friends though. Friends you were starting to trust enough to talk with them about your soulmate. The incident started at lunch. You were sitting with Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku and you felt your arm tingle. A smile grew on your face as you felt it. He rarely ever talked to you during school, unlike you he tried to pay attention in class.

Even though you were the manager you had yet to be able to make it to a practice game. Luckily they didn’t get too mad, this time you were going to be sure to be there. You cleared your throat. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it but you knew the boys were going to. “Yes Y/N?” Kenma was the first to notice you were trying to get their attention.

“So…I know I’ve never talked about it before but I’ve already contacted my soulmate. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, even though it kind of feels like that’s what I’m doing right now, I just wanted to let you guys know because I trust you.” You put your head down not wanting the potential backlash.

“That’s great Y/N! Do you know what their name is?” You nodded your head. The boys around you just seemed to get more excited. “Are you gonna tell us?’

You shook your head, “sorry. I trust you I really do but in case you know him. I’m just not ready to meet him.” Now you are more worried. You trusted them enough to tell them you had a soulmate but couldn’t even tell them his name. God you felt pathetic.

“It’s fine that you don’t want to tell us his name, really.” Your smile grew, you pulled out your pen and rolled up your sleeve. “Do your parents know?” You shook your head again. “Do you want to tell us about him at least?”

“Give me one second to reply and then yeah!”

‘How’s school going? I know you said you were anxious about it today.’

‘It’s good, I just told my friends about my soulmate. They want to know more about you. I’m surprisingly excited. I hope your day is going just as good!’ You drew a little heart for good measure. “Okay, he’s literally so sweet. He just wanted to check on me because he knew I’ve been anxious recently.”

“He seems like a good guy so far. I don’t want to push but…You’re not telling us his name because he plays volleyball right?” Your face grew hot as you nodded. Kuroo smiled mischievously, a glint of scheming in his eyes.

“Whatever you’re planning, stop it right now. I said I wasn’t ready to meet him yet.” You glare at him as you finish your drink.

“Are you ever going to be ready to meet him?” It felt rude but you knew it was true. He was pretty good at reading people. If it had taken you this long to tell them that you even had a soulmate how much longer until you finally wrapped your head around meeting your soulmate.

“Fine, I’ll let you pick one team to practice against. One. That’s all the scheming you get.” He smiled even more at that. One of his favorite activities was getting people to comfortably leave their comfort zone to do things that were good for them.

“I’ll just have to pick right then. We have some planning to do and you have a class to get to.” he grabbed the garbage from the table and got up to throw it away. Kenma usually walked with you to class since you both went to the same place.

“You know if you tell him you're uncomfortable he won’t go through with it right?” You smiled at Kenma’s concern.

“I know. He’s right though, I’ve known about my soulmate since my parents divorced and you're the first people I’ve told.” Kenma paused at your words.

“You’ve told? Has he told people?” You nodded sheepishly.

“His friends have known for a while. I wanted to tell you guys earlier but I was nervous.”

“I’m not upset, I’m just surprised. I figured if you hadn’t told anyone it was because he didn’t want to either.”

“This may seem silly but the more I learned about him I got excited at him telling his friends about me.”

“That doesn’t seem silly at all. I’m sure most people feel that way. Or at least I hope they do. I’m proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to tell us.” You had reached the door to your classroom and put the conversation on hold for the time being. As you made your way to your seat you got out your set up of colored markers. You drew all over yourself- and by extension Akaashi during this period. He had told you once before that he loved looking down and seeing the doodles over his skin. Since then you have made it your job to leave messages and doodles on your hands to make him feel happy.

Akaashi usually ended up with doodles over his hand and arm during this period. He knew that it was your least favorite class so despite wanting to pay attention to his own class he stares at his hands. He sits there and smiles as he watches little swirls etch themselves onto his skin. Hearts and stars are the most common. He would end up with a ring on his ring finger which made him smile. He hoped to meet you one day. He loved the interactions the two of you had even when you weren't writing to each other. It was getting close to the end of the day and he hated how when you two finally got to sleep at the end of each day that the drawings and sweet words would disappear.

He wanted to focus on his studies he really did but the thought of you feeling alone always made him pause for a moment. He picked up a pen of a different color and started drawing his own little doodles. He hoped they made you feel as special as your’s made him feel. He was already happier than usual because you had told your friends about him. That was a big deal to him, especially after you had confided your fears to him. He knows he’s going to have a smile on his face for the rest of the day and have to listen to the team’s comments. He didn’t care all that much though. He would roll his eyes and laugh along knowing how lucky he is to have you as his soulmate. Maybe one of these days he’ll meet you, at least he hopes you’ll ask him to meet eventually. He doesn’t want to push but he really needs to see your face, to confirm what he already knows. That you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing.

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 months

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Aphrodisiac Event - Roger Barel (premium end)

nsfw at the end, minors dni

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

I was startled when I felt a vial be placed in my hand.

(I wonder what will happen if I drink this)

Roger: Scared?

Kate: I’m not. Well, bottoms up.

I opened the bottle and poured the viscous liquid down my throat.

Kate: Nothing’s happening…

Roger: There won’t be a reaction ‘til your body’s absorbed it. It’s like alcohol. It’ll slowly and thoroughly travel through your body and dissolve reason.

I felt my body throbbing under Roger’s gaze.

(No, no, no, what am I becoming conscious of?)

Roger: I’m getting bored, so how ‘bout we have a chat.

Roger pulled out a chair with a clatter and sat down facing me.

Roger: Now then, what should we talk about? Ah, right. You asked what love meant to me. Now I wanna hear your thoughts. What’s love to you?

Kate: Are you actually curious about that?

Roger: Yeah. I’m rather interested in you. You know that, right?

(You said that so quickly…)

However, Roger was right about being bored, and in my mind, I traced the outline of love with my fingertips.

Kate: I don’t have much experience with love, so I’ll speak from what little experience I have?

Roger: Sure.

Kate: When I fall in love, I feel like the ordinary things in life sparkle. It’s like I want to wrap that moment in the palm of my hand and hold it close. It makes the ordinary world seem just a little bit more special. Maybe that’s what love is to me.

(I might’ve said too much)

I quietly looked at Roger and the tender look in his eyes took my breath away.

Roger: That’s nice. Your love looks fun.

Roger and I have completely different thoughts when talking about love.

Why has that always been so irritating to me?

Kate: I can’t prove that love exists either. But I do think that there’s a special feeling behind it that isn’t a brain dysfunction or sexual desire.

Roger: Something that’s not a brain dysfunction or sexual desire?

Kate: That-

I was just about to say something when something tingling welling up from the core of my body clutched at me and swallowed my words.

(My body’s hot. And…)

Roger: Looks like it’s working. Look over here. Yep, your pupils are dilating. My ears are picking up your heartbeat, but just to be sure, let’s listen with a stethoscope. Your dress is in the way. Let’s take it off, Kate.

Kate: Eh…ah

The night dress is pulled down to my stomach, leaving me in my corset.

The cloth rubbed against my skin, and the core of my body felt hot.

Roger took out a stethoscope and slipped it under my corset with a practiced hand.

Roger: Breathe in and out. Haha, that’s a nice sound.

The cold instrument against my skin is the only thing making my body ache at the moment.

(Roger’s just examining me. Don’t think about it)

Roger: Finally, let’s take a blood sample. It’s gonna hurt a bit.

Kate: A-ah

I couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation of a needle piercing my skin, and the corner of Roger’s lips quirked up.

Roger: It hurts, but it feels good. You’re a hopeless little lady. Alright, the examination's over. Thanks, Kate.

Roger was saying something, but it sounded far away.

Seconds pass and the lewd heat builds up as if circulating through my body.

(I can’t…)

Kate: Roger…

But Roger just sat there in front of me and watched.

Roger: Kate, I’ll always have a proper excuse for you. You just have to go ahead with it. It’s not your fault for being timid, I just wanna take a little look. Where you want me is up to you.

(Eh?)

Roger: Unless you ask for it, I won’t touch you. I’ll just sit here and watch.

Just like he said, Roger just stares at me.

Despite that, my body’s imagining his lips, eyes, fingers…

(I want Roger to touch me)

(I want something that feels good)

But Roger keeps staring at me and not spoiling me.

(But…)

Kate: I hate it…

Roger: Hm?

Kate: If I let my sexual desires take over, it’ll be like I’m proving that love doesn’t exist, and that’s annoying. I want Roger to think that there is love, I think.

Roger: So that’s it.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: That’s one of those cute things that makes you cry for me every time, isn’t it?

The moment Roger’s large hand patted my head, all remaining sense of reason disappeared.

(I can’t…)

Kate: Roger…Please…touch me…In some way…or another

Roger: Sure. Come here, Kate.

Roger removed my corset in one go, exposing my once-bound breasts.

Roger: Ahh, look at how hard they are. The aphrodisiac’s effect is amazing.

I could feel how hard my nipples were, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel good right now.

I wanted him to touch me so badly that I forgot about covering myself up and stuck my chest out, making Roger smile.

Roger: You’re usually so shy and want to hide it, but not tonight?

Kate: Yes…

Roger: Oh~ How lewd~

Roger got up from his chair, knelt in front of me, and took a nipple in his mouth.

(Ah…)

Roger’s rough tongue tickles the tip of my nipple and my knees almost give out.

As he sucks, nectar flows down between my legs.

Kate: Haaaa. Intense…

Roger: Since we both agreed on it, I’m not holding back today. Ah…I think I can make you cum just from your breasts. Cum for me, Kate.

Kate: Eh, ah. Stop talking.

Roger: Hmm, thought so. You prefer a little pain and embarrassment to being gentle. Come on…

He licks at one nipple while pinching the other.

Kate: Anh…Aaahhh

My vision goes white.

(I came once, but it’s not calming down)

Roger: Hey Kate, I have one more experiment I wanna do.

Kate: …?

Roger: Can love be born from sexual desire?

(?)

With a smirk, Roger removes his vest and undid his shirt.

His firm pecs and well-trained muscles were exposed, and a sound escaped from my throat.

Kate: B-but. Roger…

Roger: Yeah?

Kate: You said you didn’t like troublesome things, and if we do something like that…it’s over.

(What am I saying?)

Roger: Yeah, that’s right. But you’re different. It’s a pain, but I want to with you. I wonder what this is.

That wicked smile made the area between my legs slowly get wetter.

It’s as if it was saying it was happy to get “special treatment”.

Kate: I don’t know…

Roger: Hmm how cold. Is the aphrodisiac wearing off? In that case-

(Huh?)

Roger took out a new bottle of the aphrodisiac and placed it against his lips.

He then lifts up my chin-

Kate: Nn…

He poured the aphrodisiac into my mouth, wiped his wet lips, and smiled wickedly. Roger: Tell me what that special feeling is that isn’t a brain dysfunction or sexual desire.

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