#in reference to her disregard for authority | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

explosionkatsu · 9 months

Text

“Age doesn't matter,” 20

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

PART 19

The day where Katsuki needs to confront his ex-wife arrives. Despite what happened between Y/n and him, he knew he needs to do this even without her. Although, he hated she was not the one taking care of Kazui at that moment.

On his way to the court, Eijiro had to accompany him since he was the one who found Katsuki's ex-wife's location.

Both gentlemen were wearing a suit. But of course, their hero suit wasn't forgotten.

The drive is silent. The only thing they can hear is the roaring engine of the vehicle as Katsuki drives. His mind was too occupied that he wasn't able to message his mother.

Seeing that the establishment is near, Katsuki immediately noticed the small crowd of journalists waiting patiently in front of the entrance for his arrival. He also saw one of them point at his car which made everyone scramble grabbing cameras.

As he slowly approached the portico, Katsuki waited for the security to unlock the said portico for them to get in. He watches a crew of security closing the path of the other journalist who were trying to get in as they take tons of pictures almost everywhere.

"Are you nervous?" Eijiro asked beside him as he loosened his tie a bit.

"There's nothing to be nervous about." Katsuki simply responded as he parked the car near the front door.

"Here we are. We'll just need the judge to authorize your divorce paper, the warrant of arrest for your ex, and have her imprisoned permanently since she's already in prison." Eijiro beamed, seemingly trying to lift Katsuki's mood.

"Tsch." Katsuki only tched as they both prepare to leave the car. "Let's get this over with." He added and exited the vehicle.

"Alright, man."

The courtroom was full of people. There are few faces Katsuki could recognize such as his old classmates who are willing to be his witness.

"Whoah. I didn't expect this many would come." Eijiro whispered.

"The hell you expect? We're heroes." Katsuki grunted, answering Eijiro.

Katsuki proceeded to the defense area where his lawyer is currently waiting for him, and Eijro headed towards the spectator area where the others at.

"Mr. Bakugo." the lawyer greeted, reaching his left hand out.

Katsuki greeted back and shook the hand. "Mr. Isaka."

"I didn't anticipate this to occur so unexpectedly." Mr. Isaka spoke up and sat on the chair with Katsuki, copying his motion.

"Mhm."

Mr. Isaka is Katsuki's lawyer referred by his mentor. The only one who can withstand Katsuki and his temper.

Their first meeting wasn't so good at all due to Katsuki's refusal. He only accepted Mr. Isaka when he was framed by his ex-wife for being an abusive husband. Mr. Isaka managed to clean his name, without any difficulty, as well as file a case against those companies who were spreading rumors about him. You could say it was successful since a bunch of News Agencies released an apology letter on tv and social media.

The courtroom abruptly went quiet when the police announced the arrival of the Judge who slowly made her way to the judge's bench and settled herself.

Katsuki was concentrated. He was even disregarding the fact that his ex was standing 8 feet away from him.

" We are gathering today to witness the judgment of Mr. Katsuki Bakugo and (ex's name). You may all take your seats." The judge said and sat as well. "Now could we have the defending party speak?"

Mr. Isaka stood up, thanked the judge, and started speaking.

...

"Ms. (Ex), is it true that you left Mr. Katsuki without any letter, note, or message?"

"No, Sir."

"Is it true that you abandoned your child while Mr. Bakugo was on his patrol?"

"No, Sir."

"Is it true that you're living with your boyfriend all this time after you stole all Mr. Bakugo's banknotes?"

"N-no, Sir."

"That's all, judge."

"Thank you, Mr. Isaka."

...

"Mr. Bakugo, or should I say, Dynamight. Is it true that you lay a hand on Ms. (ex)?"

"No."

"Is it true that you choose your job over your family cause for Ms. (ex) to leave?"

"No."

...

"Judge Kanaki, we would like Mr. Eijiro Kirishima to join the stand."

Eijiro stood up and went to the witness stand.

"Mr. Kirishima, could you tell us what happened to that incident a few years ago?" Mr. Isaka asked.

Eijiro took a deep breath before answering.

"Exactly at 7 in the evening, I bid good night to Dynamight since it was the end of our patrol. He was my buddy that day. It was an uneventful patrol for us. When I got home and changed into my ordinary clothing, Bakugo suddenly called. His breathing was heavy, almost like panicking. I asked him what was wrong, he told me his wife left their child all alone in their home. I immediately went using my motorbike and catches Bakugo, still not changing from his work clothes, trying to calm the wailing child in his arms. He looked disheveled. Crying, and terror were apparent in his voice."

"E-eijiro.."

"What happened!?" Eijiro immediately went to Katsuki's side. "Tell me what happened."

Katsuki didn't answer for he was just staring at the month-old Kazui.

"Hold on!" Eijiro ran towards the kitchen and took a glass of water. "Here, let me try. Have a drink."

Eijiro took Kazui from Katsuki and watches how his buddy took a huge gulp, calming himself. He was lucky he managed to rock Kazui to sleep.

"We didn't know how long the child was crying until we remember the footage." Eijiro scowled. "That woman left at 8:41 in the morning, getting picked up by her goddamn boyfriend!"

"Thank you, Mr. Kirishima."

...

"Mr. Bakugo. Where are you on the day that Ms. (ex) claimed that you hit her?"

"At my office, working on a few documents."

"With your secretary?"

"Mhm."

"Is it true that you were linked with your secretary?"

"Objection. Accusatory."

"Allowed."

"That is all, Judge Kanaki."

...

"Lawyers. Do you have anything else to say before I close this case?"

"No, Ma'am."

"No."

"In that case, this court will be adjourned for 15 minutes. Allow the jury to decide the fate of the prosecutor."

...

Fifteen minutes went by and the jury, along with the judge came back holding what seems to be the result of the trial.

Katsuki was calmly sitting beside his lawyer who was focused on the appearance of the judge.

When the judge finally settled back on her stand, she addressed Katsuki, as well as his ex-wife before turning to the jury, "May the head of the jury stand."

A person slowly stood up.

"Does the jury find the defendant guilty or not guilty?"

"Not guilty."

"In the case of Mr. Katsuki Bakugo, and Ms. (ex). Ms. (ex) is found guilty of article 276, Abandoning a Minor. You will be charged with imprisonment with a fine of (your currency) 500,000.00. Court dismissed."

"All rise."

...

Your day at school was uneventful as usual. Finishing a bunch of activities that needed to be scored, and a few papers that your principal demanded.

It was quiet since it was Saturday, and here you are, already regretting not taking your works home with you.

Well, you chose this job. Plus, the salary pays all your bills, you can still even buy a bunch of clothes if you want but you just choose to save them.

Then you suddenly remembered Kirishima.

You just accomplished all your works and he suddenly called to inform you that Bakugo will have his trial today.

You were confused about why he was telling you this but Kirishima suddenly said,

"Well, you're my friend now. You're part of our lives as well! Especially him, you know. So, I think you earn to know."

Pondering about what he said made you halt your work and look out the window, wondering.

"Am I?"

...

"Stop wailing shittyhair. The trial's over like an hour ago." Katsuki tsked as he took a big sip of his drink.

"I just can't believe you're finally free." Eijiro hiccuped as he took another shot of his drink while sobbing.

"We're just happy for you, bro." Denki smiled while patting the sobbing Eijiro.

"Yeah. That woman deserves that." Sero smirked. "Have you informed your parents, tho?" his face turned serious after saying this.

"Not yet," Katsuki answered. "Besides, I'm quite sure that this is all over the news. You all hella noticed all the fucking cameramen enveloping almost the courtroom."

"Geez. They can't get a break, can't they." Denki sighed.

"It's their job. Hello. They earn money out of gossip." Mina suddenly spoke out whilst slapping Denki's head.

"Ah. I need to text Y/n." Eijiro unexpectedly said and pulled his phone out.

Hearing your name took Katsuki's attention which brought him avert his eyes to Eijiro.

"You're on first name basis?" Katsuki said raising an eyebrow.

"Me? No, bro." Eijiro responded without glancing at him since he was occupied typing on his phone.

"What're you telling her?"

"That you won and we're celebrating." Eijiro merely said.

"What's with all the question, bro?" Denki smirked.

"Miss her?" Sero taunted.

"Fuck off."

...

"Our no. 2 Hero, Dynamight just won his 4 hours long trial with his ex-wife (name) who's sentenced to imprisonment and a fine of 500,000.00 for abandoning their child. On the other hand, his child was nowhere to be seen by our team. It seems like Dynamight is protecting his child."

"Of course, a parent would do that." You mumbled as you watched the news from your kitchen.

"To all the ladies out there. Dynamight is finally single and undoubtedly not ready to mingle. So, a good and bad news for the fans! Hahaha!"

"Geez." You pouted as you stirred your fried rice. "Do they need to say that on TV?" You muttered. "Stupid newscaster."

Then you heard your phone's notification making you groan.

"This better be not another paperwork." You said out loud as you turned the fire off, quickly washed your hands, and wiped them dry. Once done, you head to your phone and check the messages.

It was Kirishima, informing you that Bakugo indeed won and they were celebrating in a bar along with a selfie of his group.

You can see them all beaming at the camera, except for a specific blonde which made you chuckle.

'Typical Bakugo.' You thought.

So without hesitation, you responded.

"Glad he won! It was all over the news as well so I managed to know just bits of the details. Have fun drinking, and please don't get drunk."

And click the send button.

...

"Miss Y/n said not to get drunk." Eijiro chuckled.

"Awe. I swear she's so adorable. I like her." Mina awed. "If only someone didn't push her away. We would still be hanging out with her."

"Oi, pinky. Say that to my face, why don't cha?" Katsuki glared.

"Oh sure! You stupid idiot pushed her away. We don't know the reason but I am positive that it's your fault." Mina said, this time looking straight at Katsuki.

"She was flirting with Deku! Stupid shit!"

"Wait, what?" Mina blinked. "Flirting with Midoriya?"

"Whatever."

"Did you get jealous when Midoriya complimented her?" Mina asked as if her brain was gradually getting the pieces together.

"No. Why the fuck would I?"

"Oh my gosh!! You did!" Mina stood up from her seat making Denki and Sero jump. "You got jealous because Midoriya was complimenting her! You thought she was flirting!"

"Shut the fuck up! I didn't!"

'Is that why he reacted that way?' Eijiro thought as he thought back to Katsuki's reaction when Mina said something about Y/n being single.

"Fucking outta here." Katsuki stood up and just left.

"Well, there he goes," Denki said. "So much for celebration."

"I think you pushed too much, Mina," Eijiro said.

"The way he reacted though. It seems like I was right." Mina pouted.

"You might be. But I talked to Miss Y/n and it seems like both of them don't want to discuss this." Eijiro sighed. "We know Bakubro, and we know he'll apologize. Maybe not today."

...

Katsuki settled himself in his car. He despised that Pinky could instantly guess what happened. He also despised how right she was.

He knew he screwed up. He's just waiting for the right time to apologize. A moment to cool down.

Why was he even jealous in the first place, anyway?

Cursing himself, he started the engine and drove to a certain location.

PART 21

I have no idea how long this was but I just felt like it's time to get back in here and finish this. Haha! It's really short but I hope it's worth the wait. Thank you for all your patience and understanding! 😍

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader

346 notes · View notes

toon-topaz · 2 months

Text

Been playing a lotta Lethal Company lately, so what better to do than combine it with my main "acclaimed indie horror game from October 2023" hyperfixation? Slay the Company AU: The Voices are all a ramshackle crew of employees getting into deadly schenanigans, accompanied by the perpetually annoyed Narrator AI who pilots their ship. He "personally" wrote all these entries. Text under the cut:

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Harlow Brine Role: Captain Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Transmasculine Non Binary Pronouns: he/they

Favorite animal: Crow

Height: 168cm Weight: 65kg

Physical health: Severe vertigo, dyspraxia

Reasons for seeking employment: "Seems like an important job"

Significant behavior reports: -Always willing to aid a coworker in danger, even at own expense

-Refuses to leave crew stranded

-Little to no patience for behavior that puts fellow employees in jeopardy

-Responsible leader

-Has been known to become insecure if too many missions go poorly

-Responds well to praise

Relevant psychological profile: Autism, PTSD

Notes: The most heroic employee

-------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Ches Bishop Role: Hazard Disposal Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Transgender Female Pronouns: she/her

Favorite animal: Hyena

Height: 170cm Weight: 90kg

Physical health: Evidence of multiple insufficiently healed fractures causing pain

Reasons for seeking employment: "Whatever game you're playing at, I'm going to win. One of these days I'll be the one holding the cards."

Significant behavior reports: -Extreme anger at any perceived injustices, regardless of whom is the victim

-Reckless behavior in the name of "winning"

-Obsessive focus on securing circuit beehives, concerned with acquiring the "best loot"

-Persistent belief that some force is conspiring against her, erratic behavior in response to perceived confirmation of this

-Often sustains the most injuries

-Foul language, namely directed at the Company and the local wildlife

Relevant psychological profile: ASD, Anger Issues, Issues with authority

Notes: The most cheated employee

-------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Koi Harlequin Role: Scouting Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: they/them

Favorite animal: Lemur

Height: 157cm Weight: 69kg

Physical health: Hypermobile

Reasons for seeking employment: "Got nothing better to do and hey you guys need someone to check your authority right?"

Significant behavior reports: -Lackadaisical and cavalier attitude towards danger

-Destructive behavior, has been observed "playing" with dangerous artifacts (refer to "Mask Incident" log)

-Blatant disregard for orders

-Always quick to crack a joke or humorous comment

-Fond of "noisemakers"

-Lazy, frequently goofs off at work

-Has been observed to act more subdued around Captain Brine

Relevant psychological profile: ADHD, ODD, Pathological disregard for authority

Notes: The most contrarian employee

-------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Verglas Givral Role: Body Retrieval Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Agender Pronouns: any/all

Favorite animal: Jellyfish

Height: 176cm Weight: 66kg

Physical health: Undernourished, poor circulation, extremely high pain tolerance

Reasons for seeking employment: "Bored."

Significant behavior reports:

-Total disregard for own bodily safety, acts on impulse and little else

-Tendency to disappear from radars and sustains poor if any communication with team

-Highly efficient at job, presumably in an effort to get it done faster

-Has put fellow employees and self in dangerous situations for "fun"

-Total apathy to danger of any kind

Relevant psychological profile: anti-social behavior, possible ASPD, ASD

Notes: The coldest employee

-------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Penelope "Penny" Cassandre Role: Medic Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Transgender Female Pronouns: she/her

Favorite animal: Moth

Height: 163cm Weight: 48kg

Physical health: Undernourished, arrhythmia, asthma (requires pacemaker and inhaler functions in suit)

Reasons for seeking employment: "You're my last option, but that doesn't mean I trust you. I know you don't have our best interests in mind."

Significant behavior reports: -Extreme paranoia, frequently checking over shoulder for threats

-Tendency to panic if left in stressful situations

-Panic attacks can seemingly only be resolved by repeated chanting of the following: "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves."

-Has on several occasions claimed to be stalked by a "ghost girl wearing a porcelain doll mask"

-Contact is often unable to be made for several minutes/hours after such claims

-Tendency to become snappy with coworkers when stressed

-Exemplary at corralling coworkers out of danger via walkie-talkie and radar usage

Relevant psychological profile: Hallucinations, extreme paranoia, delusions, possible psychosis

Notes: The most paranoid employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Striker March Role: Combat Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Cisgender Female Pronouns: he/him

Favorite animal: Honey badger

Height: 182cm Weight: 81kg

Physical health: Muscle and joint damage due to chronic overexertion

Reasons for seeking employment: "To surpass myself, throw everything you've got at me."

Significant behavior reports: -Disregard for physical injury, even an affinity for danger

-Easily provoked into physical altercations

-Always the last to remain on site

-Despondent if idle for too long

-Has on multiple occasions survived fatal injuries, apparently through sheer force of will

-Insists on remaining on site to fight the local fauna, going against direct orders to do so

-Has attempted to fight the Company with a shovel, more than once

-Frequently returns to one location specifically to wrestle one specific Thumper, for unknown reasons

Relevant psychological profile: Anger issues, possible ADHD

Notes: The most stubborn employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Acorn Fissure Role: Medical Assistant Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Agender Pronouns: he/they/it

Favorite animal: Woodlouse

Height: 130cm Weight: 45kg

Physical health: Dwarfism, requires mobility aids

Reasons for seeking employment: "Nowhere else would take me."

Significant behavior reports: -Chronically upset, especially on missions

-Defeatist attitude, will lie down and await death if cornered

-Sleeps whenever not working, rarely leaves ship unless required

-Struggles to carry even light objects

-Despite danger avoidance, is frequently injured

-Fanatical obsession with Company, to the point of deification

-Intense self loathing and mood swings

-Seeks out comfort wherever possible

Relevant psychological profile: Severe Depression, BPD, C-PTSD

Notes: The most broken employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Scorpio Sophus Role: Research Specialist Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Cisgender male Pronouns: he/him

Favorite animal: Octopus

Height: 173cm Weight: 70kg

Physical health: Myopia

Reasons for seeking employment: "Something's going on here, and I want to get to the bottom of it."

Significant behavior reports: -Questions everything, always seeking more information

-Scans everything and logs it into a personal database

-Slow to trust

-Slow to take action, hesitant to do anything until he believes he has enough information to make a decision

-Mathematically precise, highly intelligent

-That said, often lets curiosity get the better of him without considering risks

-Iron grip on ship's budget

-Able to bypass security doors and hack systems, does so liberally

Relevant psychological profile: ASD, High intelligence

Notes: The most skeptical employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Philip "Sakura" Smith Role: Repair Specialist Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Amaregender (gender mirrors that of peers) Pronouns: he/she

Favorite animal: Dove

Height: 160cm Weight: 70kg

Physical health: Benign cardiac irregularity

Reasons for seeking employment: "Alas I must venture far away to support my beautiful wife."

Significant behavior reports: -Extremely dramatic and theatrical

-Takes any opportunity to talk about his wife

-Angry outbursts at anybody speaking ill of said wife

-Has proven to be emotionally unstable

-Willing to sacrifice self for crewmates

-Responds favorably to romantic advances, states this is acceptable within his marriage (wife has verified this)

-Very willing to forgive if one plays into his fantasies

-Intense rivalry with Verglas Givral

Relevant psychological profile: emotional instability, intense attachments

Notes: The most smitten employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Orion Quicksilver Role: Pilot Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Genderfluid Pronouns: any/all

Favorite animal: Ferret

Height: 171cm Weight: 67kg

Physical health: Scoliosis

Reasons for seeking employment: "Who doesn't want the honor of working for the greatest company in the nebula? Even before it was the only one, I knew it was the best, I just had to get a slice of that pie, I'm something of a go-getter. A businessman if you will--" [continues on for 20 minutes, removed for archival convenience]

Significant behavior reports: -Follows the group no matter what, keeps opinions to self unless beneficial

-Sucks up to figure with most authority

-Struggles to form strong bonds with crew, despite being friendly with everyone

-Acts extremely guarded and insincere, almost seems to be a pathological liar

-Ready and willing to leave coworkers for dead if it means securing own escape

-Excellent fighter when all nonviolent options have been exhausted

-Rarely takes risks, yet always first to take credit for success

-Obsessed with appearance of being a "team player"

Relevant psychological profile: ASD, possible HPD

Notes: The most opportunistic employee

------------

SHIP LOG

EMPLOYEE PROFILE

Name: Holly Faun Role: ?? Age: [REDACTED] Gender: Unspecified Pronouns: it/its

Favorite animal: Mouse deer

Height: 158cm Weight: 50kg

Physical health: Signs of starvation, vestiges of parasite infestation

Reasons for seeking employment: [DATA LOST]

Significant behavior reports: -Was discovered on abandoned planet in semi-feral state

-Rarely speaks aloud, prefers to communicate through gesture and clicking

-Drags around a mass of leaves, supposedly for camouflage

-Skittish and territorial, especially over crew it has decided to protect

-Certain crew members, who shall remain anonymous, suspect it of being nonhuman, notably a "Bracken in disguise"

-Theory is unsubstantiated, although it wears an outdated suit and helmet model

-Despite nervous disposition, it is open and honest with those it trusts

Relevant psychological profile: Stunted psychological development, further screening needed

Notes: The most hunted employee

GREAT ASSETS TO THE COMPANY

140 notes · View notes

crookedteethed · 3 months

Text

DEPRIVED barbarism (2)

Pairing: University!Coriolanus Snow x Mysterious!reader

Summary: Taking two incompatible oaths showed weakness, but that didn't add anything to the immorality of Coriolanus Snow.

WARNING: 18+ SlightyDark! Coriolanus, SlightMean!Coriolanus Dacryphilia, Smut (p in v) (Raw fucking), Mind-fucking kink, reader is referred to as an "abomination", Fem reader, mentions of violence, (Kinda) enemies to lovers trope, Ocs, bullying, voyeurism, Coriolanus pushes reader, long asf

Authors note: Part two finally posted 😌. First time posting smut 🫣 Hope you all enjoy!! <3 ily babes 💗

Part One

Coriolanus wasn't too fond of love. He hated it.

As much as love can make you feel like you're on top of the world, it can also cause you to feel like you're losing control over something bigger than you. The prosperities of falling in love were so vexing to Coriolanus.

Fennel Clearwillow claimed he loved his girlfriend, Hydra Farforge. Fennal and Hydra engulf one another in a sickening kiss, and Coriolanus almost gags.

Coriolanus didn't need to be in love with you to feel so annoyed. He hated your ability to make him go speechless—to make his brain completely disregard Dr. Gaul's assignment and just think about you. He most certainly hated that he didn't know where you came from.

Were you one of Dr. Gaul's mutations? It was a silly thought, but it wasn't utterly impossible. You could've been something constructed in a lab with the single purpose of throwing Coriolanus off. Or had you been a district turned Capital? It's been done before with the Plinths; it could've happened again with the Y/LN's. (That idea made him hate you even more).

Whoever you were, you didn't belong here; more importantly, you didn't deserve to be Dr. Gaul's subject.

It was a foreign feeling to Coriolanus, it was almost like he was in love with you, but surely he could'n't have been, you'd just met.

It was Sunday afternoon, and Coriolanus sat in the common room talking to Fennal and Hydra.

Fennal and Hydra both been majoring in art history, which, to Coriolanus, had been a useless major and couldn't help their futures.

Saturday night, Coriolanus finished his half of the essay. Once he'd left you in the archives, his brain was finally restored, and he got straight to work at his mahogany desk in his dorm room.

The poor boy finished his essay at midnight, got 5 hours of sleep, and had been up since sunrise. Coriolanus was on his third coffee of the day. Sleep ranged around his eyes, and he couldn't wait for the sun to go to sleep so he could go to sleep.

Nonetheless, Coriolanus was proud of his essay and couldn't wait to see you and Dr. Gaul so he could throw it in both your faces.

"Hey, look." Fennal snaps his finger. "It's Coryo's ghost friend." He laughs.

There you were, again, standing by the common room door, looking more timid than ever. Like it had been the first day of grade school, you walked around shyly, hoping someone would offer you a spot on the monkey bars.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and tsk. "We're not friends." He spats.

“Oh, please Coriolanus. The way you two are always underneath Dr. Gaul, there must be some connection between you both." Fennal says.

You and Coriolanus haven't been seen together with Dr. Gaul yet, but I'm sure anyone can piece together your similarities in this predicament.

Hydra cocks her head. "That dress." She says. "I've seen it before. Perhaps, on a district during the reaping ceremonies?"

Your dress had been acceptable to Coriolanus. To him, your natural knit, quilted cotton dress had made you look even more like Tigris porcelain dolls.

Despite this, Coriolanus still joins in on the laughter.

As you walked, you felt the three sets of eyes burning on your flesh; you had a sinking suspicion the laughter coming from them was about you.

Their lingering looks made your walking go stiff.

“Hey, living dead girl!” You hear Fennal shout out. You turn to the three of them, confusion on your face. Both the boy and the girl sitting beside each other, you’d seen them around campus. Never spoken to them; you haven’t talked to anyone, really.

Then there he was.

The other two had simply looked at you out of pure excitement; Coriolanus, on the other hand, looked at you like he wanted to fight or fuck you… you couldn’t tell.

Fennal motions for you to come and join them, and with curiosity, you comply with his command.

You sit beside Coriolanus—a slight look of discomfort changes his appearance.

“Coriolanus.” You greet him first since he is the only one you know.

“Y/N.” He says, disdain in his voice, palming his face.

"I'm Fennal, and this is my girlfriend, Hydra."

You smile and wave politely, still confused on why they invited you over here, semi-confused on why Fennal called you "Living dead girl."

"I couldn't help but notice your dress." Hydra says. "My, how beautiful it is. Where'd you get it from?" Coriolanus saw right past the falsity of Hydra's words; too bad you were too stupid to, he thought.

"Thanks, I made it myself." You say.

"How original. Sewing major?" Hydra asks.

"Advance military strategy." You correct. You and Coriolanus had been studying the same Major.

"And what materials did you make your dress out of? A districts bathing towel?" Coriolanus asked. It was a low blow, so low it made Fennal and Hydra laugh loudly in the quiet common room.

Now you knew why they were laughing at you before. He saw your face flinch in a pensive sadness; Coriolanus didn't care. He considered his comment payback for you, saying he couldn't read.

Still laughing, Hydra puts her hand on your knee. "Don't get yourself in a fret, he's just joking. Isn't that right, Coryo?"

Coriolanus hated the nickname coming from Hydra's mouth, but for the sake of it, he let it slide.

"I was?" he says. No one hears that this is a question.

You were tongue-tied. Similar to the way you had (unknowingly) tongue-tied Coriolanus.

Say something, you tell yourself. Say a comeback, Say something about his clothing.

You scanned over Coriolanus for the second time today (The first time was when you first stepped foot into the common room). Again, you found nothing unusual about Coriolanus Snow's appearance. The boy cleaned up very nicely.

All you could bring yourself to do was push Hydra's clammy hand off your knee. You decided to ignore Coriolanus.

“So, where are you from, Y/N?” Fennal asks.

“Right here in the Capital, of course.” You say.

Coriolanus makes a noise. You would’ve mistaken his little ‘tsk’ for a sneeze if you weren't sitting close to him.

“What was that for?” You say.

“What was what?”

“Coriolanus, don't play dumb; you tsked; why did you tsk?”

Coriolanus lets out a boyish smile. “Nothing…it’s just that--” he says lowly. He straightens his posture, and that boyish smile fades.

He looks at you as if he wants to fight you. “That’s what you’re telling people, Y/N?”

Hydra's eyebrow raises, and you clear your throat; Fennal still cackles from the bath towel joke.

Indeed, he doesn’t know. You thought.

“And what might I not be telling people?” You say.

Coriolanus noticed your hand picking at a string of your handmade dress. To him, this action of nervousness egged him on.

Coriolanus purposedly chose not to respond too quickly; he liked the edginess in your face. He ravished in the control he had over your emotions at this moment: from curious to tongue-tied to on edge.

“That you’re an abomination.” Coriolanus said. You jutted your chin.“You aren’t supposed to be here.” He continues.

“Oh, Coriolanus do tell.” Hydra instigates.

From being on edge to a slight pouty look on your lips, tears were bound to roll down your cheek at any moment. This is what turned Coriolanus on. He was initially neglecting the thought, purposedly mixing up love and hatred as the same thing.

He couldn’t neglect the thought anymore when he felt the confinement of his slacks becoming more confining. He crosses one leg over the other to hide it.

“Y/N’s is one of Dr. Gaul’s mutations.” Coriolanus says, with a slight poshness in his tone. “One of the lab assistants told me.”

Fennel, who’d just stopped laughing from the previous joke, starts laughing again. This time, louder, more tauntingly.

Coriolanus watches you intently, waiting for that one tear to fall.

“The capital just lets in anyone these days.” Hydra says in disgust. “An abomination.” She hums. “The abominable Y/N.” Hydra laughs.

It hadn’t been funny to Coriolanus, but he laughed louder than Fennal, just for the sake of that one tear.

Coriolanus hadn’t been right in the slightest way, so? Why were you letting his words control you?

You leave, not saying a word to the three of them. A plucked string of your homemade dress sits on the edge of where you sat. Coriolanus picks it up and plays with it in his hand.

“My goodness, Coryo, who knew you could be quite a jokester,” Fennal says, trying to catch his breath. “A jokester, yet callous.”

Coriolanus stuck daggers to you as you left. “It was a joke.” He said. “Just a little joke.”

Coriolanus wanted you to leave, forfeit your position as Dr. Gaul's subject. What wasn't a better time than now to tell you this after he just made you cry in the common room?

After you left, he followed you to the 3rd floor of the girl's dormitory. The last room down the dark and narrow hallway is where your room resided.

Coriolanus begins to pound on the door, but he stops when he notices your door is cracked an inch open. Involuntarily, he peeks through the crack.

He saw nothing but your single bed and textbooks in stacks on the floor. Coriolanus hadn't realized what he was doing could label him as "Panem's biggest creep" until you came into view.

You started shedding off your homemade dress as if it were snakeskin.

Give her some privacy, he told himself.

But wait, what was that? You throw your homemade dress in the waste bin. But why? You were so pretty in it. Coriolanus felt partially at fault.

When he saw your flesh-tone-colored undergarments, this is when the thought of being "Panem's biggest creep" didn't sound as bad to Coriolanus, only if he could still become President (possibly with you on his side).

You'd notice the door hadn't been fully closed, and when you go to close it, there's a forceful grip held to the doorknob.

Coriolanus Snow was standing right before you, with a grip so tight on the handle. He hovered over you, barbarous by depravity. Deprived of what? Love, lost, taking his anger out on someone.

Dark clouds surrounded his eyes, his blond curls fell on his face, and his breathing was quick, shallow.

You do the best of your abilities to cover your body by wrapping your arms around your frame. Coriolanus takes notice of the hem of your panties peeking under your elbow.

“You got some nerve, Coriolanus Snow. One minute you’re making a laughing joke out of me and then you’re spying on me like a perv. You’ve really done it this time. I’m going to tell Dr. Gaul—No—I’m going to tell the whole school--”

As you rambled on, Coriolanus thought how small your porcelain doll-like frame was compared to his skinny yet lean one. He felt he could devour you whole if he wanted to.

“Shut up.” He tells you in a low murmur.

You keep going. “No. I’m going to tell the whole school what a pervert you are, and then I’m going to tell the whole school how illiterate you are, and right after I become Dr. Gaul only subject, I’m going to have you sent to the districts. Then you can creep on the woman down ther—”

“Shut up!” he screams, pushing you down to the shag carpet.

Coriolanus hovers over you, looking down on you (how he likes it). The little light that peeks through your curtains casts a shadow on his face.

God, he hated you.

You must’ve hit something when he pushed you down because you rubbed the back of your head with a pathetic look on your porcelain face.

As much as Coriolanus loved having you below him, he stooped down to your level, a slight smile forming on his lips from your subtle whimpers.

Fear heaves in your chest. You think he will do something when he raises his hand high enough to be a slap. You flinch when he drawls his hand closer to your face.

You flinch again and close your eyes tight, waiting for a loud CRACK to come.

But it never comes.

You slowly open your eyes and hear low laughing coming from Coriolanus.

You avoid his eyes; too much hatred filled in them. You pay attention to the subtle rise and fall of his chest. It’s in that moment when Coriolanus brings your face to him by putting his thump to your chin.

His cold touch to your soft skin makes your body shudder.

Coriolanus kisses you.

One peck of a kiss. It was experimental on the Coriolanus part. He wanted to see how your lips would feel.

When the two of you split, you’re the one to go back for seconds

This kiss lasted longer than the first; a string of saliva connected you both by the lips as you departed, only to go to the third.

You feel his hand starting to snake its way from your thigh and to your core.

When you feel his hand cup your pussy, you let out a prolonged moan, resulting in Coriolanus biting down on your lower lip. You do the same as him, twice as hard, hoping you'll draw a little blood.

Coriolanus lets out a low mewl as he moves his fingers to the hem of your panties—the warmth of your cunt still lingers on the palm of his hand.

You help him pull your panties down in one quick motion; your mouths still swap spit while you start grinding on his bulge. You both moan at the friction of your bare wet cunt rubbing on him, leaving a small damp snail trail on the crotch of his slacks.

"Coriolanus, we should stop." You mutter between kisses. You had no intentions of stopping, and neither did he. Coriolanus tells you to shut up.

Amid grunting "Fuck” you start pulling down Coriolanus' pants along with his boxers. You start whimpering as you feel his wet pink tip nudging at your damp entrance.

Coriolanus thought about fingering you to prep you for his length, but he wanted you to hurt as well. So, without any warning, he pushes himself into your femininity in one complex, relentless thrust.

“Shit.” You gasp at the sharp feeling piercing your core. You feel his girthy length protruding into your cervix.

To Coriolanus, the feeling was like sliding into a glove-like tub, with soft gel walls contracting around his length.

His relentless pace starts to slow down as he hides in the crook of your neck, relishing in the pleasure that comes from being stuffed inside of you. Tiny whimpers escape from his lips.

You both feel the warmness spread inside your bodies; it takes away both your problems for the time being, and both of you can forget about the mean stares or hurtful quips.

Your lips met again; it’s another innocent peck. Coriolanus goes back to his hard, relentless thrust.

“Deeper, please.” You whine.

So, he sinks himself deep.

Still thrusting inside of you, Coriolanus positions your knees to your chest, your feet dangling over his shoulders. He puts his whole body weight on top of you, smooshing you like a printing press.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath.

Coriolanus looks down at the obscene picture of where your bodies are connected. It was the wet sounds coming from both your bodies and the shade of beat red that coats both your private parts that got Coriolanus drooling—a string of spit leaks from Coriolanus's mouth and onto your chest.

It's when you slowly start to feel your plateau creeping when you move Coriolanus's hand gripping your hair (ironically held at the spot where you bumped your head.) and move his hand to your clit.

Coriolanus caught onto your subliminal messaging quickly, and he used his slender thump to press down on your tiny nub of flesh. He felt the pulsing sensation from your clit to his thump.

The slow pulsing of your clit becomes fast pumping throbs the closer your peak comes. The extra stimulation on your clit was phenomenal, but it was Coriolanus's needy panting that sent you over the edge.

You feel yourself clench tight around his cock before you were coming undone.

In one long sigh, you limply lay as Coriolanus still fucked you raw. You close your eyes as you let him penetrate you.

A few mere sloppy thrusts later, Coriolanus finds himself twitching inside you from the look of stupefaction on your face. Shortly after, you feel his hot liquid spurting inside of you.

He falls on top of you, just as dazed as you. The both of you stay like this for a while: Coriolanus laying on top of you, a sweaty mess, cock still buried inside of your cunt; now and then, you'll kiss his temple, or he'll stroke your cheek.

At some point, you both move from the floor to your bed, finding solace in one another's presence.

You break the comfortable silence first once the realization is set. "My mother can never find out about this."

This is when the realization sets in for Coriolanus. It was your lingering, the way you'd always linger around Dr. Gaul and her laboratory. "Dr. Gaul is your mother." He states.

You hum, crawling over him to get out of bed.

"Y'know, you almost had me nervous back in the common room; I thought you knew." You scoff.

Coriolanus intently watches you as you go to your dresser, pulling out a fresh set of pajamas.

Gaul with children, a peculiar thought.

"Why hasn't she ever mentioned you?" Coriolanus asks.

You sigh. "She doesn't want people to know I'm her daughter, as much as I don't want people to know she’s my mother. It's a bad look for her, I think. A mutation-obsessed woman with the redeemable qualities of a nurturing mother?”

You tsk.

"I'm taking a shower." You say. "Care to join me?"

Coriolanus dismisses you with a "sure" and tells you he'll meet you in the bathroom in a second.

As he watched you close the bathroom door behind you, Coriolanus had this nagging thought gnawing into his brain.

Y/N is going to win, He thought.

Indeed, you were going to become Dr. Gaul's single subject; you were her daughter.

Yes, snow always landed on top, but snow eventually melted and became puddles of water; what was thicker than water? Blood.

Coriolanus saw your portion of the essay lying neatly on your desk. He'd been eyeing it ever since he'd come inside of you.

Coriolanus once swore that he would never let a woman come between him and what was important: winning.

He found joy in watching the ones he hated fail and found more joy in watching the ones he hated watch him win.

The fact that you two had sex wasn't going to change anything for Coriolanus; after all, you were his competition.

As Coriolanus Snow left the 3rd-floor girls' dormitory, a sly smirk splayed across his face as he tore your essay apart and threw the shreds into the trash.

The gesture wasn't as callous as he wanted, but it'd be one of many to ensure he'd win.

#Deprivedbarbarism part two #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #smut #coriolanus x you #coriolanus smut #first time posting smut #crookedteethed #lovehatelove #cozy #aesthetic

66 notes · View notes

npdvelvette · 3 months

Text

since the cluster b community has been identifying with hazbin characters i thought i’d share some hcs about vox & velvette ♡

i personally see vox as being narcissistic and histrionic. even his appearance could relate to this with the sense of him always putting on a show, literally. he’s performative and exaggerated and determined to remain at the top of the hierarchy and reinforce his status — shown by him constantly bringing out new inventions & feeling the need to compete with alastor.

even his fixation on alastor is related to npd, with him feeling threatened by al who is very similar to him (and npd coded too), so desperately needing to prove his superiority, or even that they are on equal footing. i know i experience this competitiveness with some other pwnpd that deep down i feel could almost be equal, which means they’re more threatening.

he also clearly hopes to provoke a reaction by streaming a live diss track all over hell, both from alastor and the public. his behaviour is rooted in maintaining status and fuelling his ego which despite the outwardly projected confidence is clearly unstable — his reaction at the end of stayed gone shows this.

he can’t stand not being involved and literally tries to inject himself into the hotel situation with pentious but ends up failing.

with velvette i can see her as being antisocial and narcissistic. i like the theories i’ve seen about her being a social media influencer when she was alive and perhaps even leading to someone’s death via online bullying, without really thinking about the effects of her actions on others. she clearly disrespects authority as shown by her behaviour in the overlord meeting, as well as being impulsive (quick to jump to starting a war with heaven after finding the exorcist head). her idea to fight with heaven also shows she doesn’t comprehend the reality of the damage it could do to both her own life and others in hell.

respectless is a great example of multiple npd traits: she displays feelings of high importance (referring to herself as the backbone of the vees), superiority (“i could eat you lot for breakfast”) and disregard for authority (her statements to zestial & carmilla who are a lot older). could also be taken as reckless behaviour since presumably(?) zestial is a lot more powerful, and she’s straight up insulting him.

this is just brief but i have a Lot more thoughts about both of them as well as alastor, so if anyone’s interested i’ll post more about it. and feel free to ask me questions relating to it<3

narc abuse believers dni this is for the cluster bs

#many thoughts they r so meeee #actually npd #npd #actually narcissistic #cluster b #cluster b pd #actually antisocial #actually hpd #actually histrionic #npd headcanons #npd safe #hazbin

49 notes · View notes

girlgroupshots · 1 year

Text

[M]Texting (AESPA Winter)

pairing: winter x reader rating: m for mature word count: 508 summary: everyone has been noticing winter’s texting habits. if only they knew who she was texting and what it really involved. author’s note: commission that i was allowed to post publicly. if you are interested in a commission feel free to check the links in the header or profile!

DING!

At the sound of a new message alert you glanced down at your phone. Seeing the name BUNNY you immediately knew who it was. It took you just a second to type in your passcode and retrieve the message and another second for your mouth to go slack as you read it.

BUNNY: i’m not wearing any panties.

Quickly you typed out a response.

YOU: aren’t you live right now??

BUNNY: maybe…

You disregarded what you had been doing, immediately switching to instagram as you pulled up the livestream. Sure enough, there Minjeong was, seated between two other members of her group. Of course, to the naked eye, no one would assume she was without underwear but as she stared at the camera it felt like she was making eye contact and looking directly at you.

You watched as she pulled out her phone and soon enough another message alert came through.

BUNNY: i’m using that toy we bought…

BUNNY: the one with the app…

Your mind was racing at what she was alluding to. The toy she was referring to was a vibrator that your partner could control via an app. Did she really want you to use that now?

YOU: are you serious?

BUNNY: yes?

For a second you considered your options but in the end it was no real choice at all. You pulled up the app, the video shrinking to the corner as you did so. As you set it to the lowest setting, you watched the video, waiting to see if Minjeong would react. When she remained with her well-practiced smile and continued to converse with her members you took it as a challenge.

“Okay, let’s see how you handle this.”

You turned it up two notches. This time you watched as Minjeong shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes briefly darting to the screen. To the uninitiated it would be nothing of note. But you knew better.

With a devilish smile you dragged the wave on the app so it would alternate vibrations. Having not used the app before, you didn’t know how well it would actually work. Eagerly you looked to the livestream, seeing Winter squeeze her thighs tighter together, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” you could hear Giselle asking.

“Y-yeah! I was thinking, should we try a different filter?” Minjeong responded.

You chuckled to yourself. The knowledge that beneath her clothing she was a dripping mess while she desperately tried to remain composed only encouraged you to push the limits further. However, you might have been a little over-eager.

You turned up the intensity on the device and on screen, Karina gave a sudden glance at Minjeong.

“Shit!”

You quickly turned down the intensity. Whoops. It helped that Karina knew about your relationship but that didn’t mean you should be that daring.

As you debated whether you’d be able to make Minjeong orgasm while on camera, the articles were already forming online about your girlfriend’s texting. Well, better that than if they knew the truth.

#winter x reader #winter smut #minjeong smut #minjeong scenarios #aespa smut #aespa scenarios #male reader #female reader #girl group scenarios #girl group smut #kpop smut

775 notes · View notes

saraanzu · 11 months

Text

bsd speculation: what’s up with this girl in bram’s flashback from 107.5, and what can we learn about her from dracula?

(prefacing this with some rambling… actual analysis starts after the readmore)

107.5 came out the same day as the s5 trailer and it was right after an exciting mersault chapter which is the vastly more popular pov and it was a whopping 9 pages - it was bound to be disliked. I won’t pretend a 9-page chapter isn’t disappointing (no idea why recent chapters have been so short - I hope they get a bit longer again when s5 is done airing?) and I think it’s fine to prefer the mersault storyline but I’ve also seen some god-awful takes about this chapter.

aya and bram aren’t side characters! they have been core to bsd’s plot ever since their introductions (in aya’s case, her re-introduction) and you can dislike them all you want but it’s objectively incorrect to claim they aren’t important to the story.

I also don’t agree with the take that 107.5 didn’t further the plot at all - obviously not a lot can happen in, again, 9 pages (that’s 1/3 the length of 107!) but aya deciding to remove bram’s sword and him actually encouraging her to do it even when he doesn’t believe it’s possible and previously told her not to is a huge turning point in the story! 107.5 certainly isn’t a favorite of mine but I will say we’ve had (slightly) longer chapters in recent months that had more exposition and setup with less plot.

I’ve seen some people worry that, because bram pictures someone who looks like aya in what’s presumably a wedding dress, bram and aya’s relationship is going in a creepy direction. I want to make it clear that no matter who this flashback girl is, even if she’s bram’s dead lover and/or aya in a previous life, I highly highly doubt that anything weird is going to happen between bram and aya. their relationship hasn’t been set up like that at all, in fact bram has parallels with aya’s father and he explicitly sees her as a child (more on that later) (look. bsd is not above using some Weird Tropes. in particular, the tanizakis and mori come to mind (and in mori’s case, it doesn’t even really function as a reference to the irl author - vitas sexualis has nothing to do with pedophillia!) but it’s important to mention that, while I wish those tropes weren’t in bsd at all because they’re unnecessary and add nothing of value to the characters, they are ultimately gags and nothing more. they don’t really set a precedent for how weird asagiri is willing to get when it comes to legitimately serious plot points.)

okay! got it all out of my system here’s the actual post

part 1: the dress

personally, when I first read 107.5, I didn’t think this girl was in a wedding dress. my initial assumption was “this must be bram’s daughter, she’s wearing some sort of tiara and bram was a nobleman”. but looking at it again, it does resemble one, and we should consider how bram’s backstory might reference dracula.

“the brides of dracula” are three seductive vampire ladies who live in count dracula’s castle and attempt to feed on jonathan harker early on in the book before being stopped by dracula, who chastises them for trying to eat harker and feeds them a human baby instead.

while they are known as dracula’s brides in pop culture and are often portrayed as such in movie adaptations, they go unnamed in the original novel and their relation to dracula is unclear. from what we see of them they refer to each other as “sisters”, although perhaps not in the literal sense. two of them have dark hair and are described as having similar facial features to dracula while the third is blonde, which may imply the third is dracula’s wife and the other two are his daughters. I imagine they’re pretty vague and mysterious on purpose, they could be dracula’s wives/sisters/daughters, or even just some vampire ladies crashing at his house.

however, I don’t think we should disregard details exclusive to adaptations of dracula and only focus on the original book when thinking about bsd. film adaptations of the book are actually more influential on dracula’s perception in pop-culture than the book itself, so it’s not unlikely that asagiri would reference elements that appeared in adaptations but not the novel.

so, because of “the brides of dracula”, I think it’s quite possible this girl is indeed a bride. she does look a bit young for it, but I’ve seen others say they think she looks older than aya, so I guess that’s subjective (and people would get married younger in bram’s time I suppose).

that doesn’t mean she has to be bram’s bride - again, the “brides” in the original novel have no explicit relation to dracula and could easily be his daughters or sisters, and I really do think her being his daughter instead makes more sense thematically.

part 2: her relation to bram

I believe bram subtly parallels aya’s father in a few ways. aya’s dad is verbally and physically abusive, and he berates aya for not being good at traditionally feminine activities. he doesn’t see her for what she is, a child, and instead expects her to be a perfect traditional woman.

right before we see this flashback, bram is surprised by aya’s age, and comments that she is “too young to even use a spinning wheel” (also a traditionally feminine activity). both of them question aya’s desire/ability to be an ally of justice but for different reasons: aya’s father finds it unladylike while bram finds it too big a task for a little girl (he is also sleepy)

I didn’t understand the point of this scene’s inclusion before, but in retrospect I think it serves as foreshadowing for bram’s flashback and demonstrates how he and aya’s father both associate aya with dead people, but this causes them to treat her differently.

aya will never live up to her father’s expectations because she can’t compete with his idealized memories of the dead. her own accomplishments are irrelevant in his eyes because she isn’t enough like the wife and daughter he lost. I suspect his grief is part of the reason he’s so horrible to her in the first place.

it’s the opposite case with bram. in his eyes aya does compare to someone who he remembers fondly, and the end of 107.5 implies that’s the very reason he’s okay with aya pulling the sword out.

I don’t necessarily see bram as a father figure to aya (to me he’s more of a weird creature who’s sort of grown fond of her after being unwillingly dragged around… but hey, who says that can’t be a dad?) but I do think it’s possible that this mystery girl was bram’s daughter in the past because of how he parallels aya’s father.

(note: she has normal human ears rather than pointy ones, but bram was turned into a vampire by his ability and wasn’t bitten or born as one, so I don’t know if he’d necessarily pass down his vampirism to his children. he also may have developed his ability after becoming a father, or his daughter could even be adopted).

part 3: her relation to aya

the most common idea I’ve seen to explain the resemblance between these two is that aya is a reincarnation of this flashback girl. introducing reincarnation out of nowhere seems a bit random even for bsd, but surprisingly this theory does have some basis.

in the movie bram stoker’s dracula (1992), the character mina harker, jonathan’s fiancé, is a reincarnation of dracula’s long-dead lover, elisabeta. dracula recognizes her as a reincarnation due to their resemblance and mina agrees to assist him, still harboring feelings and memories from her past life. it’s fairly common for dracula adaptations to portray dracula and/or mina as having romantic feelings for each other, but this isn’t really the case in the novel, and elisabeta is entirely an invention of this particular movie.

so, aya being a reincarnation of a girl bram once knew could work as a reference to this. I did say previously that I think it’s possible asagiri will reference adaptations of dracula and not just the novel, but I’m not so sure he would make something specific to one particular adaptation a major part of bram’s backstory.

personally, I’m partial to the idea that aya’s ability will be introduced soon, and her resemblance to this flashback girl may have something to do with it. (the ability idea and reincarnation idea aren’t inherently contradictory, aya’s ability could very well be reincarnation)

this theory by @jo-dieeee suggests that aya’s ability is called mirror, due to the discussion of mirrors in 107.5 and the book above.

mirror: the fiction and essays of koda aya isn’t actually a book written by irl koda, nor is it just a collection of her stories. it was written by ann sherif and discusses koda’s life and works, including some translations of her short stories in the second part. however, the existence of this book and aya emphasizing mirrors in 107.5 is quite an interesting coincidence! whether or not it’s called mirror, I’m fairly confident an ability reveal is coming up.

it’s also worth bringing up that aya’s resemblance to this mystery firl might not have a supernatural explanation at all. it could easily be an artistic choice simply made to indicate that bram is reminiscing about someone who aya reminds him of. I’m not too into the reincarnation idea myself.

#I’m assuming the panel is a flashback and not bram’s imagination of the future because the caption at the end of the chapter says “remember”#hoping to start making meta posts like this more often… it’s difficult for me to put my thoughts like this into words though #I wrote this post over the course of a week hence why it’s two weeks late #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #aya koda #bram stoker #aya bsd #bram bsd #talk tag #jo’s meta

175 notes · View notes

swtorpadawan · 8 days

Text

Sunday Snippet

“You must understand, Satele, the position the Council would be placing Corellan in were he to learn of these… unfortunate indiscretions.”

As Ulannium Kaarz, Bar’senthor of the Jedi Order, spoke, his change in tone was not lost on Satele Shan. His subtle pause and emphasis left no doubt that he might have considered choosing a far harsher term to refer to the current situation.

Knowing of Ulannium’s own ability for discretion and diplomacy, Satele understood that it was deliberate choice, and that the undertones were deliberate. She had long appreciated the Mirialan’s intellect and his ability to turn a phrase. His growing reputation throughout the galaxy was a tribute to his acumen, and a great benefit to the Jedi Order.

She had never considered that this intellect and acumen would ever be directed against her.

As if to drive the point home, Ulannium continued.

“Were these events to come to light under the wrong circumstances, the results could prove devastating for the Order.”

Satele frowned.

“I do not understand, Ulannium. Corellan Halcyon has been a champion of the Jedi Order. While I have sometimes worried for the path he has followed, I’ve never been given a reason to question his loyalty.”

She nearly missed the small flicker of impatience on Ulannium’s brow and the subtle shift in his shoulders. Impatience? She silently asked herself. Had she missed something the young Jedi Master considered obvious?

“And he has never been given a reason to question yours, Satele.” His tone was like durasteel. “Either to the Order, or in your consideration towards him.”

She paused, waiting for him to continue. When it was clear he would not, she asked the lingering question.

“You believe if these reports reached him, that would no longer be the case?”

This time, Ulannium’s face was stone.

“You are the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, Satele Shan.” He answered firmly. “If you were ignorant of what was going on, it does speak well to your leadership. If you were not ignorant…” his voice trailed off.

“Then what?” she pressed.

“Then you may have opened us up to the possibility of another Jedi Civil War.” Ulannium replied, his tone serious. “One that the Order, the Republic and, indeed, the galaxy itself can ill-afford.”

Satele was incredulous. Ulannium seemed sincere and the man was hardly known for making emotionally driven outbursts. But his conclusion…

Impossible.

“You can’t seriously expect that Corellan would challenge the council if this shameful matter were revealed?” she retorted. “Even if he were troubled by this affair, he couldn’t possibly hope to prevail against all of us.”

Ulannium pressed his hands down against the Council table.

“You disregard three points in your assumption, Satele Shan.” The Bar’senthor’s piercing green eyes had an intensity she’d never seen in him before.

“First, there is now a generation – and perhaps, more than a generation – of Jedi who look at Corellan as more than just a champion of the Order. He is a hero, Satele. As you once were. I can plan strategies and lead others into battle, but I could never inspire them the way he could.”

“Second, he is Corellan Halcyon. He is the Jedi you sent to Dromund Kaas to challenge the Emperor’s Voice. When he believes that he is in the right, that his cause is just, there is nothing he wouldn’t dare.”

Satele Shan absorbed Ulannium’s words glumly. The young Jedi Master had a point; she had not considered either Corellan’s popularity or his conviction in her earlier assessment.

“You mentioned a third point, Ulannium.”

The Mirialan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You assume that I would be on your side.”

Author’s Note: I don’t know if I’ll ever actually write this.

Tagging! @raven-of-domain-kwaad @grandninjamasterren @plotbunny-bundle @kemendin @iacyper9 @darth-bagel @sullustangin @the-tomato-patch @sheyshen @cryo-lily @voidendron @actualanxiousswampwitch @anchanted-one @swtorhub

#swtorpadawan writes #sunday snippet #who watches the watchers #oc: ulannium kaarz #satele shan #swtor fanfiction #swtor #oc: corellan halcyon

24 notes · View notes

elegantjellyfishwerewolf · 8 months

Text

My top villains (from dumb to smart)

Warning: This post is not intended to offend anyone, the author is just sharing his observations

In this post, I decided to make up the top villains of trollhunters from the dumbest to the smartest (as for me, such tops are much more interesting than the placement of characters by strength, because in most cases you already know who will be in first place). The actions of villains from trollhunters only will be evaluated here.

10) Morgana:

Her main problem is that she does using her arsenal of spells on maximum and instead of attacking with shots of magical energy from a safe distance, she creates small energy daggers and goes into close combat, although this makes no sense (it is as if gunmar, fighting with his sword, tried not to hit the opponent with a sharp blade, but tried to hit him with the hilt of the sword). Her second fatal mistake is that she gave Angor freedom and was genuinely surprised when he betrayed her and decided to take revenge for everything she did to him (What prevented her from taking Angor's soul again so that he would not betray her at the most crucial moment?). And can someone explain to me why she didn't kill Merlin at the end of the third season? That is, she just tossed him from side to side, throughout the series she said how she wanted to kill him, and then just left him alive and went to deal with the hunter?

9) Otto:

For some reason, he sincerely believed that Gunmar cared about changelings and that Gunmar would lead them to a bright future. But what a surprise! It turns out Gunmar didn't care about changelings from the beginning, well, yes, he never hid his disdain for them. Someone will call it loyalty, but for me it's dibilism when you betray the current head of the Order of Janus and instead of taking the vacant throne yourself, you kindly waited for the tyrant who eventually used you.

8) Bular:

As for me, Bular is one of the most impulsive characters in the whole series. The most striking example is when in the second series, literally in the middle of the day, in a place where there could be unwanted witnesses, he decided to attack a new hunter and, as expected, was defeated. He also continues to underestimate his opponent, even when Jim killed stalking, it is not surprising that with such disregard for the enemy, he died before all the antagonists.

7) Goblin from the episode about creepslayerz:

He appeared relatively little on the screen compared to other villains, but during this time he, firstly, set Steve and Eli on Jim, and secondly, led the Creepslayerz on a false trail, thereby preventing them from finding out about their plans ahead of time.

6) Gunmar:

My main problem with Gunmar is that without asking for any proof, he believed all the nonsense that the Dictatus told him. I also think that Gunmar should be aware of the technical superiority of people (at least from Strickler's presentation) and that is why, instead of sending changelings to intercept at least a couple of warheads, he arranges their genocide. It's really funny that in the end Morgana needed a changeling to free him, and I'm just wondering what he would have done if Nomura and Strickler hadn't been in town? (I think he would catch a random person on the street and give him free troll language lessons)

5) Nomura:

She doesn't rank higher in the rankings just because she underestimated Jim in the first season. To be honest, I can't remember if she has had similar mistakes before, and compared to previous places, she is much less impulsive.

4) Angor:

As for me, Angor from the first season is a reference villain, almost all of whose actions are thoughtful and balanced decisions, for example, he reasonably did not trust Strickler and his promise that he would let him go as soon as trollhunter will die, so he did not immediately kill Jim, but only intimidated him so that our troll hunter had more reasons to make a deal with Angor and steal infernacopula. Well, the most striking example is that Angor will first study his enemy, and only then go into battle. if they hadn't made a cartoon villain out of him at the end of the first season, who, instead of immediately stabbing his defeated opponent, rolls up a long monologue about how weak our new hunter is without his friends, then in this top you Angor would have stood much higher (but despite this, he is still one of my favorite characters).

3) Usurna:

You might reasonably ask why she stands so high in the top if she supported Gunmar on an equal footing with Otto? To which I will answer that unlike Otto, who was looking forward to the return of the cruel lord, Usurna tried her best not to let Gunmar escape from the dark lands and joined him only when she knew for sure that he had returned, in fact, she simply chose the strongest, and therefore the winning side. And I think it's worth admitting that no matter how mean a bitch she is, she can reasonably reason that by sacrificing a pair of cubs of Kruber, she will thereby delay Gunmar's desire to attack her people for a sufficiently long time, and if the dark lord still falls, she can say that her children were simply kidnapped (which was common at that time (if we recall the background of the creation of changelings) so no matter how you look at it, in any case, it remains a winner.

2) Strickler:

(who could doubt that he would be so high in the ranking) I am still sure that he helped in the liberation of Gunmar only out of fear of Bular, because as soon as Bular fell, Strickler immediately took the vacant throne, leaving Gunmar in the dark lands. Strickler, as well as Angor, will not be the first to rush into battle, he will most likely just shift all the dangerous and dirty work to someone else, since the status allows. Also, he always plans an escape plan if something goes wrong, if he hadn't created a magical connection with Barbara then he wouldn't have had any leverage on Jim and therefore the hunter wouldn't have had any reason to protect Strickler from Angor. He is not in the first place only because instead of hiring a hired sniper who would quickly kill a young hunter and left, no! instead, he awakens an ancient killer who, if he can take the ring, will kill his unfortunate master first thing. Although if he also awakened Angor in order to strengthen his status as the head of the Order, then there are no complaints, but due to the fact that in the series itself Strickler said that he brought Angor only to kill Jim, then alas it was too unjustified a risk

1) Dictatious:

To begin with, he was able to survive in the dark lands for several centuries, so he was also able to become the right hand of Gunmar himself, who clearly respects only the strong, and the Dictatus, to put it mildly, is a so-so warrior. Further, after the Dictatus lost his sight and became virtually useless to Gunmar, he was still able to remain his most trusted subordinate (yes, this whole topic with Morgan's visions looks ridiculous to me, given that the Dictatus had no evidence of the truthfulness of his words, but most importantly, it worked). Also, the Dictatus has never had an insane devotion to Gunmar, he joined him only because otherwise he would not have survived, which is why he so easily switches to the side of the hunter and at the end of the series remains to chill in Toby's house.

69 notes · View notes

nightcourtreader · 4 months

Text

Can we stop saying that the acosf bonus chapters centers around Elain when that is not the case what so ever.

It’s Azriel’s bonus chapter. SJM refer to it as such. I have seen an Elriel refer to it as “Elain’s bonus chapter” and that’s just fucking crazy. Yes Elain did feature in the first half of Azriel’s bonus, but elain wasn’t the only character besides Azriel in this bonus chapter.

A lot of people like to disregard the second half of Azriel’s bonus. Gwyn also featured in the bonus, can we start calling it Gwyn’s bonus chapter then and start stating that Gwyn was the center of it? Especially since SJM used the same sentences for mates in the acotar series & CC series in the bonus chapter in regards to Gwyn and Azriel?

That bonus chapter was written specifically for Azriel. To me, it was obvious a set up for AZRIEL’S love interest. SJM specifically brought attention to Azriel’s bonus chapter in a live and said she left bread crumbs through out it. It has some significance, the author wouldn’t want to put emphasis on it otherwise.

The connotation between Azriel and Elain was so negative in the bonus chapter, it was obvious that the bonus chapter showed how unsuited the two would be with each other. Then you get to the bonus chapter with Azriel and Gwyn and it’s so much more positive. The first half of the bonus was obviously not meant to be in a good light, not in terms for Elain’s character but in terms for a relationship between Elriel.

The bonus also showed us AZRIEL’s mental state. It just gave more insight of him. That’s the whole point of the bonus.

So no, Azriel’s bonus chapter is not centered around any other person besides Azriel himself. We got the insight to be in his head & his thoughts. No one else’s. If SJM would have given Elain a bonus chapter and Azriel would have been in it, no one would have said that that chapter centered around Azriel and start labeling it “Azriel’s bonus chapter”. It would’ve been just hers.

In feysands bonus chapter did they speak about Elain? Absolutely. Yes, Rhys said let’s focus on one sister before we deal with the other. But they also spoke about BOTH Elain AND nesta. Which only took up like 3 pages of a 9 page bonus chapter. The rest of that bonus chapter, feysand talked about the pregnancy, Feyre talking about nightmares and paintings, Nyx, Rhysands last name. Majority of that bonus was about feysand. It was not centered around Elain. It was centered around feysand.

Yes, both bonuses mentions elain and features her in it. But no, acosf bonus chapters are not centered around her. If SJM would have gave Elain a bonus chapter then yes, that bonus would have been centered around her since it would be coming from her pov, but she didn’t get one.

And acosf is not centered around Elain either. I saw claims of that as well. A lot of people, myself included, thought that Elain was going to be seen more since her and nesta were suppose to have such a close relationship in the beginning of the series, but once you read acosf you can see that’s not the case.

Half the time Elain was in acosf, honestly it was nesta insulting her. Calling her a dog, loyal to whoever fed her. Saying she finally grew claws and becoming interesting. That Elain was nothing but a doll to dress up. Saying Elain was always oblivious to things. Nesta and Cassian both saying how the black gown in the CON was such an ill suited thing for Elain to wear. Elain being cut down about helping to scry even if she stated she wanted to and then Azriel not saying it to her face. But nesta made it clear that she didn’t Elain doing it to her face. Then Cassian thinking Elain lied about tending to the gardens in the early portion of acosf.

I just don’t think Elain really contribute much to the plots in acosf, because she wasn’t really there on most plot points and I think SJM made it clear Elain wasn’t right for the night court. It can be very intentional on sjm’s part that Elain is less in acosf because of that. I might be wrong about saying it and it has been a while since I read acosf. But to me the major plot points for acosf were of course nesta’s personal healing journey, the valkryies, the dread trove, Briallyn/the blood rite/the illryians, Cassian becoming a courtier, other worlds/daglan, nesta’s death magic and death weapons, feysands pregnancy, the deal with eris. And majority of those plots, Elain wasn’t really a part of them.

I think it was intentional SJM didn’t but Elain more in the limelight of course. Since it’s nesta’s book and all, but I just think that Elain isn’t in acosf as much as some people make it out to be. Because honestly, based off what we got in acosf and without the bonus, and with SJM said it was obvious who the next book is about. I would still think it’s Azriel. It’s my opinion, I could be wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️. You may think differently. But it’s not a lie when people state that Azriel was in acosf more than Elain was.

Elain lives in the river house with feysand. If it was in feysands pov of course we would have gotten more Elain. But nesta, Cassian, and Azriel all live in the house of wind. A place were they all train & where nesta goes into the library to work. You can see why Elain was featured less in acosf since nesta, Cassian and Azriel weren’t really around her much.

And now, nesta is more close to Cassian, Azriel, Emerie and Gwyn than she is to Elain so Cassian, Azriel, Emerie and Gwyn were the ones who showed up the most in acosf besides nesta, cassian and feysand.

To me, there was a clear divide between Elain and the IC. Yes acosf makes it clear that Elain is not fit for the night court but I just don’t see it as a major plot point for acosf, more like it’s a major plot point for Elain’s book whenever we get it. 🤷🏽‍♀️

#acosf #azriel bonus chapter #feysand bonus chapter #nesta acosf #elain acosf #gwyneth berdara

33 notes · View notes

hrizantemy · 24 days

Note

the questions I now have to live with since I've read acotar. Haven't read the book in a while and I don't plan to for the sake of my own sanity 😭 so sorry if this doesn't make sense

Did Feyre even earn the wings she uses? Why the fuck did rhysand allow her to even be able to have them ?? I would be so offended as a woman who had her wings taken if a human turned far was able to just summon a part of myself that I lost.

Why was there a inner circle again? They were all useless

Did Feyre even earn the title high lady or have any power?

What was mor's role again?

Why should I be scared of the tiny creature who can't access her powers but is trapped in a fae body. How exactly is she a threat?

Why do people say that bat boy deserves better? Last I checked Nesta had zero power over bar boy, wasn't harassing him and didn't trap him in a house or mock him to the point of a breakdown. Yes she was mean but that doesn't excuse the fact she was abused by higher authority and treated like an object.

Why didn't the high lords not team up and attack Rhysand? I would have declared war on him if I were the rest of the high lords. Plus the other half of his court who hates him wouldn't mind.

The same questions I’m asking myself everyday I think about this book. I’ll try and answer some of it though !!

1. The Illyrian culture, where wings hold significant symbolism and are a part of their identity, is deeply ingrained in their society. For Feyre, a human-turned-faerie, to possess wings without earning them through the traditional Illyrian rites or experiences is at least in my perspective appropriating their culture. It disregards the cultural significance and the struggles Illyrian women face with having their wings clipped. Feyre, as a human, comes from a different background and has not endured the same hardships as Illyrian women. Rhysand, as Feyre's partner and a powerful High Lord, holds significant influence over her abilities and development. Granting her wings without her earning them could perpetuate unequal power dynamics within their relationship. It suggests that Feyre's empowerment is dependent on Rhysand's decisions rather than her own agency and efforts. While the decision to give Feyre wings may have been made with good intentions, it’s viewed as problematic due to its implications regarding cultural appropriation, privilege, power dynamics, disregard for traditions.

2. In history, an "Inner Circle" typically refers to a close-knit group of individuals who hold significant influence and power within a particular organization, government, or social circle. The Inner Circle is often composed of trusted advisors, confidants, or allies of a leader or authority figure. Despite being portrayed as a close-knit group, there are instances in the series where members of the Inner Circle experience internal conflicts, disagreements, and tensions. This lack of unity can undermine their effectiveness as a cohesive team. The Inner Circle contributes less to the group's overall objectives or face fewer consequences for their actions compared to others. The Inner Circle's decision-making process is inconsistent or questionable at times, leading to outcomes are illogical or unsatisfying. In conclusion Sarah J. Maas doesn’t even know why they’re there because like Nesta and Elain they were meant to be flat characters.

3. In many fantasy narratives, characters earn titles or positions through specific trials, accomplishments, or displays of skill. Feyre’s ascension to High Lady lacks clear, earned qualifications or achievements traditionally associated with such a prestigious title. Throughout the series, Feyre makes decisions that are morally ambiguous or controversial. Feyre's journey to becoming High Lady is heavily influenced by her relationships with other characters, particularly Rhysand. She is overly reliant on Rhysand's support and guidance, raising questions about her ability to lead independently and make tough decisions without external assistance. Compared to other characters in positions of leadership, such as the High Lords or Ladies of other courts, Feyre's experience and training may appear limited. Although Feyre possesses certain magical abilities, such as the ability to manipulate and control different types of magic, her powers are relatively limited in scope compared to other characters who wield vast and diverse magical abilities.

4. She’s a bisexual leaning lesbian who sleeps with men but hates it and uses her brother/fuck buddy to prove to another man he can never have her while being jealous that her brother/fuck buddy has a mate that she things “doesn’t deserve him” that’s her role and we’re supposed to route for her I guess.

5. Because her eyes swirl silver and she drinks blood???

6. Because that bat boy dick makes people delusional I swear it has to be good.

7. Tarquin needs to send them back the blood rubies and gather allies and then destroy their court and let them be invaded and court destroyed. Sound familiar? Yeah.

I’m so sorry I got tired and lazy through like half of this !!! 😭😭😭😭

#anti acotar #anti acosf #anti inner circle #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti cassian #anti azriel #anti amren #anti morrigan #anti nessian #pro nesta #nesta archeron deserves better #please someone #how are people still reading this book #stand up !!

28 notes · View notes

hongcherry · 1 year

Text

Just for Me || k.hj (m)

"Hongjoong was never overly fond of your cam girl activities, but he didn't want to seem controlling and force you to stop them. Instead, he does the next best thing: he joins you during one of your steams to show everyone you're his."

🎥 Pairing: boyfriend!Hongjoong x camgirl!Reader (afab)

🎥 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, angst if you squint?; Cam girl au, mainly pwp, established relationship, non-idol au

🎥 Warnings: dom!HJ, sub!reader, reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as girl sometimes, hj's a lil mean at times, possessive!HJ (but wbk), choking, name-calling (slut) + pet names, sir kink, oral (f rec.), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, spit kink, dirty talk, marks/hickeys, use of a sex toy, fondling, breast play, spanking (ass, pussy), multiple orgasms, degradation, light cum play, exhibitionism, punishment (spanking)

🎥 Word Count: 9.9k (how i did this w a mainly pwp is beyond me)

🎥 Credits: Thank you Panda & Dae (@toikiii) for beta'ing this! Thank you Indigo (@playmetheclassics) for giving me advice on the banner! And thank you Syd (@justaaveragereader) for helping me figure out a few details, which you probably weren't even aware you were helping me w this LMAO but thanks anyway. You're all so amazing and I appreciate your help and time! 🥰

🎥 Author's Note: Please disregard anything that's not accurate in the life of a cam girl as I, spoiler, don't have any experience in that field 🫠 (cue Harry Styles' voice: Or do I?)

ateez masterlist | main masterlist

Hongjoong would admit he’s a little possessive. He is selfish, and he certainly doesn’t like to share what is his.

You were aware of this. Even though that trait might be annoying for some, it wasn’t for you—for the most part. There were sometimes when it became too much, but Hongjoong was trying to not be so possessive. Keyword: Trying.

When he became aware of your side job/hobby of being a cam girl two months into your relationship, he wasn’t overly thrilled. At first, he was slightly mad; his clenched jaw at the time told you so. Though, that emotion soon transpired into guilt. Was he not treating you right? Was he not making you happy enough? Were you struggling to make ends meet, and he didn’t know? You were quick to reassure him that you’d been doing it before you met him and were completely satisfied with him both in and out of the bedroom. It was just something you had tried out and ended up enjoying.

Hongjoong didn’t like knowing strangers were seeing you in such intimate ways, ways that he felt should be kept between him and you, but he also didn’t want to be the one to force you to quit doing something you liked. Even though he really, really wanted to.

There was a split second where he considered ending the relationship when you confessed. He wanted someone that was his and his alone. However, his feelings for you were strong. He didn’t want to leave you; especially, when the thought of someone else calling you theirs and touching you emerged in his mind. It was difficult to have two conflicting thoughts.

He guessed the one good thing with the streams is that you were the only one touching yourself, edging yourself, pleasuring yourself. Thus, you both came to an agreement. As long as you didn’t bring any “guests” onto your shows, he would make do with it and wouldn’t throw, what you liked to call, his “mini tantrums.”

When he had given in, you smiled—one that always had his heartbeat stuttering. You were pleased to have gotten his acceptance with your streams. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he hadn’t since you didn’t want to quit your shows or lose your relationship with him. You offered him the chance to be in one with you, but he declined. He stated he’d rather save those moments when the camera was off.

Weeks went by as you continued your streams. Hongjoong was never present during them, but he did watch one to understand what you were doing. He had gotten hard while viewing you on the screen—how could he not have? He always got aroused seeing and hearing you in such ways.

Usually, for your streams, only your lips and below were showing. Though occasionally, he would spot the end of the half-mask you wore. He remembered you had told him it was in case you accidentally showed your entire face. He got himself off that night watching you play with yourself.

Hongjoong didn’t keep track of your stream schedule too much. He didn’t want to seem controlling, and honestly, seeing some of the comments in your chat had him feeling that green demon lurking in the shadows. He had to stop himself from typing a warning, realizing no one knew who you really were; therefore, no one knew who he was. He doubted that would’ve stopped the comments anyway.

What really was the tipping point was one day on the way to Seonghwa’s room to hang out, Hongjoong overheard a familiar noise. The door had been ajar, so he couldn’t see much but the sound could be heard through the gap. Hongjoong was quick to recognize the noise. You had made them many times when he was buried deep in your heat. But why were your moans coming from Seonghwa’s bedroom?

Hongjoong had felt a sudden pang of betrayal in his chest. He was just about to storm out of the apartment, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Some masochistic part of him needed to see it for himself.

Hongjoong slowly pushed the door open more to see Seonghwa, not in his bed, but at his desk with his back to him. Seonghwa’s computer screen lit the dark room, which caught Hongjoong’s attention. He recognized the bedroom on the screen. You had shown it to him a few times, and he’s seen it through his own screen as well. It was a spare room in your home. Since you were both still fairly new to the relationship, you remained living separately for now.

Hongjoong recalled how you didn’t want people seeing your personal belongings, so you had arranged your other bedroom as a set. You would change out knick-knacks and covers for different ones occasionally. This time, you had pink covers with dainty objects in the background. It was pretty, but not as pretty as you were with your legs parted to expose your bare pussy.

Your moans were ringing out in the room as you pumped two fingers in your entrance. Hongjoong had inhaled sharply, realizing Seonghwa was unknowingly watching his girlfriend get herself off.

The noise was loud enough to have finally caught Seonghwa’s attention. Hongjoong had been staring at Seonghwa’s screen with wide eyes.

The older man quickly tucked himself back in his pants while he scurried to shut off your stream.

“I’m s-sorry!” he had exclaimed as he turned to face Hongjoong once the tab was closed, face growing red with embarrassment.

Hongjoong wasn’t sure what to say at that point. Part of him had wanted to scold him for watching the stream, but it was on a public platform. Anyone could see you if they wanted. Though it felt strange that someone he knew was watching you. Sometimes he wished he stayed blissfully unaware of your viewer’s identities.

However, that seemed not to be the case.

A week later, he found himself in the same scenario, but instead of Seonghwa, it was Yunho. Hongjoong’s initial feelings of treachery were absent this time. He had carefully pushed Yunho’s door open more so he could confirm his suspicion. Just like before, your stream was displayed on Yunho’s screen. Your pretty moans were playing through the speakers. Between your sounds, Hongjoong could hear the faint sound of Yunho touching himself. Even though he was relieved to know you weren’t cheating on him, he couldn’t help that possessive nature coming up again at having discovered his friends were seeing you in such a way.

He wondered what they were thinking. Did they want to have you in their beds? Were they imagining their dicks inside your dripping cunt? Did they wish you were moaning because of them? Of course, they were. What else could they be thinking about?

Hongjoong had left the place irritated. He didn’t even bother interrupting Yunho; he couldn’t stop him from watching you. Not unless he explained the reason as to why, but it wasn’t his place to disclose your secret hobby.

You’re not sure what had overcome Hongjoong when he came to you one day declaring to do a stream together. Although you weren’t opposed, you found it strange how determined he was since he was against it at first. Sure, he could change his mind, but you figured he would be a little hesitant if he did so. However, after asking him multiple times if he was really okay with it, and him declaring yes, you set a time and date for him to come over. You had gone over a few things to ensure the stream would go smoothly with him. He decided he didn’t want his face shown, nor did he want his voice heard. He just wanted the attention to be on you. You respected his wishes and assured him he’d stay anonymous.

“Are you nervous?” you asked while you checked your equipment. Hongjoong sat in the chair in the corner, a leg bouncing up and down absentmindedly. He stopped when you asked him the question.

“No,” he said. You glanced at him incredulously for a second before turning back to the tasks at hand.

“It’s just a little stressful to know people are watching me… us,” he sighed after a moment of silence.

Once you were done, you moved to him. You leaned down and raised his face to see him better.

“Baby, you always make me feel so good. Just be yourself,” you soothed.

Hongjoong closed his eyes for a second as he collected himself, inhaling deeply before releasing his breath gradually.

“That’s it, Joong. Just breathe,” you comforted and rubbed at his shoulder.

Hongjoong raised a hand to your face and guided you down until your lips met. The kiss was gentle and brief, but it had your heart fluttering in your chest nonetheless.

“Go get dressed, love,” he instructed gently. You were wearing sweats and a random shirt, having been too lazy to dress up before he arrived.

You smiled at knowing he felt ready. Nodding, you left the room to get dressed. You liked dressing cute in bright colors when you did your streams, but you knew Hongjoong liked darker shades. Though you’re sure he would’ve liked you in anything, you wanted to please him more tonight. The lingerie you wore was a mix of black and red while your layered clothes on top were simply black. You added a choker that had draping chains with a matching earring set, along with some knee-high socks.

When you came back, Hongjoong donned a black mask and a baseball cap. He was making sure his face was covered. He appeared so attractive in his fit, yet you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Why are you laughing?” he huffed playfully.

“You look cute,” you shrugged and shut the door. Hongjoong tore his cap off to see you better, hair falling around his face. His lips parted at your body. Your low-cut top paired with your skirt had him freezing in his seat.

“Do you like it? It’s nothing special,” you asked, a little nervous now that you were in front of him.

Hongjoong stood from the chair and stalked toward you. “It may not be on someone else, but you make it special. You’re beautiful.”

He quickly pulled the mask down before giving your cheek a reassuring kiss and then planting another on your lips.

“We better get started soon before I take you right now,” he murmured when he pulled away. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you against him to feel you.

You giggled at his eagerness. “Let me go and we can,” you replied.

“If I must,” he sighed dramatically and slowly released his grip on you.

You walked over to your setup, waking up the monitors and doing a double-check on everything. You had a monitor to read the chat and another to check what was being shown. There was also a microphone on the table to capture the audio better.

Hongjoong stood in the corner as he fixed his cap and mask. You had told him during a previous conversation to wait until you cued him in, and you were glad to see he remembered.

After checking the time, you started your stream. You moved away and sat on your bed, legs crossed and arms resting on either side of your body. You leaned forward to read the chat, and the act had your breasts pushing together.

“Hi everyone, welcome back,” you said with a smile, seeing various greetings flood your chat.

“A new color, I know,” you said after seeing several comments about your darker attire. “It’s different, but hopefully you like it.”

You jumped down from your bed to give the camera a twirl.

Hongjoong watched silently, hands clasped in front of him while his eyes roamed your figure. The spin had your skirt rising to get a sneak peek of your undies.

“See? Simple, but pretty,” you continued and sat back on the bed. You waited a few more minutes to let your audience grow before you peered up at Hongjoong. He was watching you attentively. So much so that it had a chill running down your spine in excitement. It was hard to see his face, but just the way he was standing had you ready to get started.

“Yes, today’s the day,” you smiled at the camera.

You had announced you were going to have a special guest join you for a stream. You never disclosed who it was, but you wanted to inform your viewers of the slight change to your regular activities.

“I have someone joining me today. I hope you guys don’t mind.”

You reached out to Hongjoong. He took that as his cue and placed his hand in yours. You gently pulled him into the frame. He stood next to you by the bed, part of his upper body out of view of the camera.

Your eyes scanned the chat for a second, seeing mostly excitement but a few comments that were against your guest. You disregarded them, though.

“Is he my boyfriend or husband?” you read aloud.

You weren’t going to disclose that information, a little worried people may find you in real life or even stop watching if they knew you weren’t single. However, you knew Hongjoong wouldn’t like it if you lied. He had told you earlier it was up to you if the question arose, but you knew how he really felt. Even if a few people dropped your stream, you cared about Hongjoong’s feelings more. Plus, you figured people could find you regardless of knowing your relationship status.

“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” you answered and tilted your head up at him. He glanced down at you. Despite not seeing his grin, you knew from his eyes that he was happy. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in case his eye smile wasn’t enough.

“How is he okay with me doing this? Because he’s understanding and respects my decisions,” you said when you read a few worried comments.

Your lips dipped in a frown when you saw people tease Hongjoong for not being good enough between the sheets that you had to resort to streaming yourself. “He treats me just right in bed. I do this because I want to, not because I need to. You’ll see how good he fucks me soon,” you giggled.

You stayed silent as you continued reading the chat.

“Hm,” you sighed sadly and quickly messaged your moderators. You were lucky enough to have a few of them to make sure the chat wasn’t too creepy. You knew you were going to get a few strange comments as your streaming content was mature, but you were still human. You weren’t going to tolerate anything overly sexual or degrading. If anyone were to degrade you, it’d be Hongjoong in bed.

You didn’t realize Hongjoong had sat on the edge of the bed until you accidentally backed into him. His hands came up to your hips to keep you balanced.

“Oh! Sorry,” you said.

Hongjoong stayed silent but rubbed your sides to let you know it was okay. He pulled you back slightly, so you were leaning more into his body. He nuzzled his face, as best he could without disrupting his cap, against your neck. You rubbed his arms gently as you focused on your stream again.

“Alright chat. If I see any more comments disrespecting my boyfriend, you’ll get kicked. This is going to be an enjoyable night, so be kind and let’s have fun, okay?” you instructed. Hongjoong hummed quietly behind you, and you knew he was appreciative of your action.

After your chat was mainly in agreement, you smiled. “Good.”

You glanced behind you to look at Hongjoong. He peeped his head up when you moved.

“You ready, baby?” you asked sweetly. He nodded, hands squeezing your hips more from nervousness.

You turned around in his grasp and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can I take that off, so I can kiss you?” you asked quietly enough for it to not be picked up by the mic.

Hongjoong glanced behind you at the monitor. Your body was covering him well enough to keep him hidden.

“Okay,” he whispered and carefully pulled down the mask. You gave him a smile seeing his handsome face before leaning in to kiss him.

Hongjoong raised a hand to grip the tip of his hat, making sure it was low enough to cover his eyes. Through the kiss, you could feel he was nervous. His movements were tense—not as smooth as they usually were. You hoped as time went by, he would get more comfortable.

You ran your tongue along his lip, and he granted you access quickly. Hongjoong widened his legs as he pressed your body against his with his free hand. You smiled into the kiss when you shuffled closer, gently climbing onto his lap. Hongjoong’s hand trailed to your ass. He lifted you up, so it was easier to get settled. Once you were perched, you began to gradually grind against his crotch. He let out a small moan and pulled away from the kiss.

You reached forward to push the mask up his face carefully. While you did so, Hongjoong’s eyes drifted to the screens behind you. His hand on your rear caused your skirt to partly ride up to show a hint of your pretty ass. He let go of his cap to cup both your cheeks, giving them both a rough squeeze to see more of your skin.

You hummed contently as he did so, diving down to trail kisses up the column of his neck.

The soft feeling of your lips had Hongjoong smiling behind his mask. His head tilted slightly as you sucked a mark on his neck near the mole you loved so much. When you licked and nipped at his skin after, he released another moan.

“Keep moving, baby,” he told you lowly.

Not realizing you had stopped, you adhered to his wish and rolled your hips against him. Mewls escaped your lips when you rubbed your clit with each glide.

Hongjoong stared at the screen as you did so, loving the way your clothed pussy could be seen slightly when you pushed your ass back a certain amount. His eyes moved to the other screen that was showing the chat.

Some comments were about how they wished they had someone to do the same, others were saying how they wanted to see more of your body. At first, Hongjoong wanted to do the opposite—to take the covers from the bed and wrap you like a burrito so no one could see you. Though he knew that was just him being selfish again. After all, most of these people have already seen your body, but none of them had touched you. No one has been in Hongjoong’s position. That thought stirred something inside his chest. Something akin to cockiness.

You lifted your head to peer at him when you noticed he had stilled.

“What’s wrong?” you frowned, hand coming up to avert his gaze to you instead of behind you.

Hongjoong looked at you, eyes flickering from between your eyes as his mind raced. He was stuck between wanting to turn off the stream and wanting to show everyone just how pretty his girl was.

Not needing to hear his inner turmoil, you spoke, “We can stop,” you reassured, “or you can show everyone how good you fuck me. How good I can take it.”

Your words had Hongjoong’s eyes darkened with lust.

He hated sharing. He really did. Part of him still wanted to keep all parts of you to himself—your body, your sounds, your thoughts. But something in him also wanted to make everyone watching jealous. They could crave you as much as they’d like, but they’d never be the one pleasuring you. They’d never be him.

For some reason that boosted his ego.

People wanted what he had, and that made him feel powerful. You were his special gem. He never wanted to let you go.

“Joongie?” you called out softly to him when he didn’t answer.

“Turn around,” he instructed, voice a little husky and eyes sharp with authority. You bit your lip at his commanding attitude and climbed off his lap to do as you were told. Your heart was thudding in anticipation. You were glad he decided to keep going.

Hongjoong slipped his mask down and placed kisses against your neck that weren’t covered by the choker. You moved your head to give enough space for him and his cap, watching in the monitor as he kept his face hidden. He was nipping at your skin while his hands started to roam your body. You placed your palms on his muscular thighs to keep you steady.

Hongjoong’s mouth parted on a place against your neck and began to suck. You could tell his goal was to leave a mark. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done so, but his actions felt more determined than ever.

Your eyes watched through the screen as his hands trailed up your legs. They caught on your skirt, lifting the hem to expose your panties for a few seconds before letting the material fall. They continued upward until they reached your chest. You moaned when his strong hands grabbed your breasts—palming them steadily, but roughly.

The comments were a mix of complaints and praises; some said the action was too slow, and others said how sexy it was to see Hongjoong touch you. The negative ones didn’t bother you as you were enjoying yourself with your boyfriend and that’s what mattered. There was no need to rush.

Hongjoong’s mouth moved from one part of your neck to another, repeating the actions until your skin was littered with small marks. You could see them blossoming through the screen.

He slipped his mask up before his hands moved beneath your top and began to lift it up. You raised your arms to help him remove it.

“So pretty,” you heard him whisper behind you, causing you to smile.

He admired your body for a second, taking in the way your breasts filled the bra beautifully, and soon, his hands cupped your chest again. After a few more squeezes of your flesh, he took off the material. Your torso was now completely exposed to him and your viewers.

Hongjoong eyed the chat for a second. There was still a feeling of possessiveness when he read how sexy you looked. He agreed, but he was still trying to get used to having people see you bare. He reminded himself you were his. He was the only one who could touch you. He had a feeling this would be repeated in his head later.

His hands found your breasts again, and his fingers twisted your nipples, causing you to gasp and clutch his thighs. He gently pulled on them while he watched your face. Your eyebrows knitted together at the slight pain, but your moans told him you liked it. Hongjoong released your nipples and spread his hand across your breasts. When he started massaging them again, you began grinding against him. He let out a small groan at the feeling.

Your eyes shifted to the chat as you moved your hips.

“Thank you, ‘chilly mangos’, for the donation,” you said as a notification appeared. “‘Fruity juice’ as well.”

You heard Hongjoong snicker behind you, and you pinched his leg in a warning. The usernames were always a little funny to say out loud, but what were you to do about it? It was just something you had to get used to.

“Hm, his hands look good on my boobs?” you read with a small laugh. “I agree.”

At the comment, Hongjoong pushed up your breasts and squeezed, giving your viewers a good look at how round they were. He released them after a second, and you watched as they bounced back in place.

You smiled at the comments that flooded in. Various messages were about how they wanted Hongjoong to do it again or wished he would fuck your breasts. There were other requests, which you normally took into high consideration, but you wanted today to be more natural—not tending to others’ needs.

“I appreciate the donations and the requests everyone, but I probably won’t read chat too much today,” you informed.

Hongjoong slid his hands back up your body. You didn’t realize you had been leaning forward to interact with the chat until he pulled you back with his hands on your chest again. He played with them as you continued to talk to your viewers for a bit. He would switch from pinching your nipples to bouncing your breasts in his hands. Eventually, his ministrations moved downward, and his hips started to move against your ass. You could feel himself getting harder the more he rubbed himself. One of his hands went between your legs, but his fingers spread so he wasn’t touching your folds. It was a teasing action, and you needed to feel more.

“A-alright, guys,” you stammered, “I’m going to tend to my boyfriend now. I think he’s getting a little needy. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You glanced at Hongjoong. Even though you couldn’t see his pout, you knew it was there. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss through his mask.

“I’m all yours,” you said.

Hongjoong took the green light to shuffle farther up on the bed. He patted the space between his legs to call you over. Before you followed him, you quickly zoomed the camera in a little. Hongjoong’s neck and face were out of frame, but that was fine. You situated yourself on the bed quickly after. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you let Hongjoong hook your legs over his. He lifted your skirt and tucked the ends in the waistband. With your legs wide and clothed pussy on display, Hongjoong slithered a hand south.

Your body jerked slightly when he grazed his fingers over your clit then your slit. He could feel the dampness of your panties, and he hummed in satisfaction, pleased to find that you were already wet. He pressed his fingers harder against you, slipping between your folds through your underwear. You mewled at the feeling, hips rolling upward to feel more of him.

“Stay still,” Hongjoong instructed you quietly.

You nodded and stilled your body. Though when he glided his fingers up and to your clit, you bucked your hips again. Hongjoong didn’t say anything to that and slowly circled your bud. His speed increased, causing you to jerk in his grasp again.

“You’re not being good,” he commented.

“C-can’t help it,” you whined. Your legs tried to close when he pinched your clit carefully. You heard Hongjoong make a condescending noise at seeing your failed attempt. You weren’t able to bring your legs together due to them being forced open by his own legs.

Hongjoong’s eyes rose to the monitors. The sight of you spread between his legs, bare torso resting against his, had him getting harder. He then turned to read the comments. There were a few complaints that they couldn’t hear your voices and others that were making certain requests. He saw a couple of donation notifications pop up as well. One request caught his eye. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be told what to do, but something in him wanted to fulfill this request.

Hongjoong’s hand suddenly left your clit, only to bring it down against your folds in a light smack.

You gasped at his action; your hands came to hold onto his arms that were in front of you.

Happy with your reaction, Hongjoong repeated the action. Your body jumped, and your legs pressed against his in another attempt to close.

“Your chat is very naughty,” he murmured in your ear.

“S-sometimes,” you stuttered.

He chuckled, not believing you. He’s seen the comments when he’s watched your streams, but it was a little different considering he was the one being asked to do things to you now.

“They want to hear your voice, baby,” he continued and brought his hand back to your pussy. Though this time he pulled aside your underwear. His eyes glanced down at your slickened folds, now bare for everyone to see.

His fingers rubbed between your lower lips, coating his digits with your arousal. “I’ll make sure they hear it.”

His additional comment had your heart thudding in your chest.

Without notice, he slipped a finger inside, making you lean your head against his shoulder. He pumped it unhurriedly. He loved seeing how just one finger had you whining. At the second finger, you wiggled against him. Your hips were bucking up as you tried to grind against his hand.

“You’re really just misbehaving today, huh? Why is that?” he questioned. Usually, when you did, he would stop what he was doing and make you apologize until he felt you meant it. You were scared he’d do that now, but he didn’t. Instead, he inserted another finger.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumbled, hands tightening their hold on his arms.

Hongjoong glided his digits in and out a couple of times before spreading them on the way out. The stretch had you crying, legs squeezing against his.

“They liked that,” he said after he checked the chat.

Hongjoong dove three fingers into your pussy again and slowly parted them, making a show of how well you could be stretched. You were moaning against him; your eyes were glued on the monitor showing the both of you. He abruptly retracted his hand and reached to the side. You were forced to sit up slightly, legs untangling from his, as he retrieved something from the nightstand.

Donations were coming in more now, and you read the chat briefly before turning your attention to Hongjoong.

He leaned back up with one of your dildos and a small bottle of lube in his hands. Your thighs pressed together at the sight. His lips quirked up at your position, staring at you for a moment while he decided what he wanted to do.

He climbed off the bed and strolled to the end of it again, gesturing for you to follow, so you did.

“Take them off,” he demanded, finger pointing to your skirt. You started to remove it, but Hongjoong tsked and shook his head. At his disapproval, your hands went to your panties instead. When he didn’t say anything, you continued their descent until they were off completely.

Your eyes watched his face while he gently situated you in the position he wanted. Your legs were spread, feet perched on the mattress and your body leaned back on your arms. Hongjoong placed the object by you as he moved to your setup. You stayed silent as he adjusted the camera’s view. He made sure the focus was solely on you before sitting next to you sideways and angling his body in front of you. With his back turned to the camera, he shifted his mask down and captured your lips with his.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth, meeting yours quickly. As he did this, he picked up the dildo and spread some lube over it. The sound of the cap opening had your body tingling with excitement. One of your hands rose to grab the back of his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair that wasn’t covered by the cap, tugging on it when he nipped at your lip playfully.

Your body jolted slightly when he brought the toy to your pussy. Steadily, he pressed it inside your entrance. You moaned into the kiss, clutching the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. Hongjoong pulled away to look down. You carefully put his mask in place before leaning back again. Your eyes stared down, watching with an open mouth as he pushed the object farther. When it was halfway in, he started to thrust it gradually.

“Shit,” you panted loudly when he started to speed up. You recalled how Hongjoong had informed you your chat wanted to hear you more. Although you weren’t sure if they were only referring to your moans, you still decided to speak up. You were used to it anyway.

“You look so pretty being stuffed,” he hummed, “but you’ll look even prettier on my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded quickly, gaze moving to his eyes. “Want your cock instead.”

“I bet you do, but I want you to come first,” he said and put his attention back to pumping the toy quickly. He shifted on the bed and then moved his other hand to rub your clit.

Hongjoong couldn’t stop glancing at the chat.

It appeared he spoke a little too loudly. He had forgotten he was closer to the mic when he was at the end of the bed. Although he could be heard, it wasn’t audible enough to decipher. They had simply heard a hint of what he sounded like. You, on the other hand, could be heard better as you were speaking louder.

“C-close, Jo—baby,” you stammered, walls clenching around the toy that was gliding in and out of you.

“Go on,” he said, eyes moving back to your body in front of him. A few more rubs of your clit and thrusts of the dildo had you moaning out as you came.

Hongjoong pulled the toy from you, tossing it back on the bed before he kneeled between your legs. He quickly twisted his cap, so it was backward and yanked the mask down. He dove into your pussy, tongue licking up your dripping folds.

“Fuck,” you cursed again, head lolling back as you placed a hand against his head. Hongjoong’s hands rested on your bucking hips, trying to still them. You knew he could hold you down, but he wasn’t putting much effort into doing that.

Hongjoong glanced up at you. The tip of his tongue was circling your clit for a second before he went back to gliding it up and down your slit.

He loved the way you tasted against his tongue. He slipped the wet muscle inside, and you pushed your hips against his face more. He savored your juices as he pulled away, chin coated in your wetness. The sight was heavenly, and you moved your hand to the back of his neck to bring him to you.

You smiled when you tasted yourself against his tongue. The kiss was brief as Hongjoong pulled away shortly. He adjusted both of you, so your mouths were in the frame. His hand rose to grip your chin, gently tugging it down to open your mouth. Your eyes were glued on his, even though they weren’t captured on stream, while you waited for his next move. What he did next, however, shocked you as he’s never done it before.

Hongjoong gathered saliva in his mouth before spitting it into your own. A corner of his lips curled up in a smile as you swallowed with wide eyes. Unexpectedly, you stuck your tongue out again as if asking for more.

He scoffed, a little meaner than you expected. “I knew you would like that,” he tutted quietly to you. “I saw a request asking for it.”

Instead of granting your wish, he pulled you up and met your tongue with his in a sloppy kiss.

“I-I saw a comment I wanted to try, too,” you confessed breathlessly after the kiss.

Hongjoong let you go as he adjusted his cap. He wiped the remnants of your arousal from his chin with his shirt before moving the mask up. He raised a brow in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Placing your hands on his chest, you guided him, so the back of his knees hit the mattress. He sat down and placed his hands on your waist.

“Can I call you sir?” you asked softly, a little nervous about his answer.

Hongjoong’s eyes turned into half-moons, indicating his hidden smile. “I told you your chat was dirty.”

“Joongie,” you pouted lowly so no one but him could hear.

Hongjoong’s hands came to rest on your ass beneath the skirt. He massaged the flesh, causing your body to move toward his.

“Go ahead, baby,” he chuckled. “I’m willing to try it.”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from lighting up at his permission. “Just tell me to stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”

He nodded. “Okay.”

You smiled down at him but before you could do anything, he spun you around to face the camera again. He leaned down to your ear, voice dropping lower.

“You really thought you were going to take over now?” he laughed haughtily. “You’re lucky I’m letting you get away with shit right now.”

Your body stilled at his words, teeth coming out to bite your lower lip.

“Sorry, sir,” you replied. The word was foreign, but it excited you.

Hongjoong didn’t reply quickly as he digested the word. It was certainly different from what he normally heard, yet he didn’t hate it. He still favored when you called him by his name instead, but since you weren’t allowed to do that now, sir would have to do. Plus, he liked the air of superiority that came along with the title.

“I think I could get used to that,” he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to rise along your skin. “Help me take off my pants?”

By that, you knew he wanted you to do it all, but you didn’t mind. You started to turn to face him, but he held you still.

“No, do it from here,” he instructed. “I want them to admire what they can’t have.”

You’re not sure what had come over Hongjoong since you knew he wasn’t a big fan of you exposing your body to strangers. In spite of that, you had to admit his words had arousal drip between your legs. You loved when he reminded you that you were his.

You nodded, reaching behind you to find his belt buckle. Your hands brushed against his bulge, and you took a detour to palm him through his pants. He hissed lowly, fingers digging into your waist. Your legs squeezed together when you felt how hard he was. While the dildo felt good, Hongjoong would always feel better.

“You better take off my pants now, pretty girl. You’re already on thin ice,” he said in your ear.

You’re not sure what his words meant. You knew you were doing stuff he usually wouldn’t allow, but he hasn’t punished you for them. You figured he was just being more lenient tonight. You didn’t think his words held any weight. However, he sounded a little sterner, so you adhered to his command.

Once you unclasped the belt, you hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Hongjoong’s eyes were on the monitors, switching from the one showing the camera’s sight to the one displaying your chat. The feeling of possessiveness was still lingering in him, but now he wasn’t so caught up in trying to hide you.

Hongjoong’s hands glided across your body, playing with your breasts for a moment before moving down your tummy and between your legs. They never stayed in one place for long—always making you crave more.

Your hands shoved at his pants, hinting at Hongjoong to lift his hips so you could push the material down. You slid down both his underwear and pants as best you could from your position. When Hongjoong saw you couldn’t pull down any further, he moved them down the rest of the way and kicked them to the side.

You began to glance back to see his cock that you loved, but a hand came up and forced your face to look at the camera.

“Read the chat,” he commanded.

You whined when he denied you. You felt his hand brush your back as he pumped himself, so you pushed your ass against him, trying to feel him better.

He pushed you forward suddenly, a loud smack resounding in the room. The spot he had hit on your ass stung, and you reached back to grip his knees for balance.

“What did I say?” he questioned.

Your eyes moved to the chat screen. When you didn’t say anything, Hongjoong spoke.

“Out loud, baby.”

You cleared your throat as you started reading some of the messages.

“T-thank you, ‘daddy for you’ and ‘baby doll ninety-two,’ for the donations. Along with—”

“Not those,” Hongjoong chided as he peered over your shoulder, hand no longer touching his dick. You saw on the screen that he had rested them on the bed. There was a small amount of disappointment that his hands weren’t on you instead.

“Look at that,” he said. “They wish it was their cock instead of that stupid toy. They want to suck your nipples until you’re crying their names… Spit in your mouth and on your face until you’re covered in it.”

You had ignored those comments as you didn’t want Hongjoong to feel jealous, but you should’ve known those messages would catch his attention. Though, he didn’t seem as upset at them as you had anticipated.

“Do you want that?” he asked. “You want one of your viewers to touch you instead?”

You shook your head frantically. “I only want you, sir.”

“Is that so?” he hummed.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he prompted.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected. Hongjoong has always been controlling in the bedroom, but this was slightly different, and it thrilled you.

“Hm. Are you sure? Look at all those people wanting to ruin you,” he replied. You could see his eyes had moved to your face through the screen. You caught his fiery gaze. God, you wanted him to touch you again. You wanted to bring his hands on your body, but he didn’t seem to be in the mood to be controlled.

“But they’re not you, sir.”

Hongjoong scoffed as if the thought of one of them in his place amused him. “That’s exactly right, baby. Who’s the only one who gets to ruin you?”

Your thighs were rubbing together as Hongjoong stared at you intensely. “You, sir.”

“So, what does that make you?”

Hongjoong finally touched you.

He had you take a few steps forward as he stood behind you. He gently pulled your arms behind your back, holding them there as he adjusted his length to rest against the cleft of your ass.

“Answer me,” he said when you didn’t reply.

“Yours. It makes me yours,” you stuttered, feeling him glide the tip of his cock along your folds. You had forgotten his title, but he didn’t seem to care about it for now.

“Say it louder. I want them to hear you clearly.”

“I’m yours,” you repeated, raising your volume to ensure your mic picked up your voice. “I’m only yours.”

Pleased with you listening to his directions, Hongjoong buried himself in your warm heat.

Your mouth fell open in a lengthy moan when he slid all the way. Your legs quivered ever so slightly at being a little sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he rasped.

Hongjoong looked at you in the monitor, loving the way you were pushing your chest toward the camera as your ass pressed against his pelvis. The sight was enticing, and he saved a mental picture of it.

Hongjoong slowly slid out of you before thrusting back in, a small smirk on his face when he watched your chest move. He continued this motion, letting the sound of his skin slapping yours roughly echo in the room. Upon reading the comments, he moved a hand to your throat. He squeezed the sides of your neck to give you enough pressure to make your eyes roll back and a whimper escape. The act wasn’t new to you both, but you always loved when he did it.

“Your chat is right,” he huffed. “You do look like a slut right now.”

Your walls squeezed around him, and Hongjoong grunted lowly behind you. He eased the pressure on your throat, allowing air to flow better as he adjusted both your bodies, so you were sideways to the camera.

Seeing more comments spurred his quickened pace. He wanted them to feel jealous they weren’t the ones fucking into you, but some of the comments were criticizing him. Saying they bet they could fuck you better. Make you scream louder. Maybe he shouldn’t be letting the comments get to him. After all, he was the one with you. However, the idea of you leaving him for someone better had an almost animalistic feeling overcome him.

He pounded into you, holding your arms behind your back and watching his cock disappear between your folds. You were moaning, trying your hardest to keep your footing as he jolted you forward. It helped that he had secured your arms.

Hongjoong pulled out suddenly, causing you to whine loudly at the empty feeling. He moved to lie down on the bed, carefully pulling you on top of him. You straddled his body and pushed his shirt up. He quickly removed the material, mindful of his cap. Your hands instantly glided up his torso. Hongjoong let you touch him while he aligned the tip at your entrance again. He wasted no time in pushing your hips down, engulfing his hard cock with your pussy.

He groaned at the feeling, leaning his head against the mattress as you started to roll your hips.

You hooked a finger on his mask and waited for his approval before pulling it down. You kissed him hastily, hands coming up to cup his face since you couldn’t tangle them in his hair.

Hongjoong held your waist firmly, guiding your body up and down. Although you were doing a lot of the work, you let him set the pace—which was rather speedy. Your mouth moved away from his. Breathing heavily, you used your energy to bounce on his dick, moans and whines leaving your mouth. You loved how full you felt as he slid against your walls. The stretch of his girth had you feeling a familiar pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching you from below. His words encouraged you to move faster, however, you couldn’t keep the pace you set for long. Your legs started to become sore, but you needed to keep moving. You needed to come as did he. The idea of not being able to continue much longer had you crying out.

“What is it, hm?” he asked, though he had a feeling what your whine was about.

“N-need your help, Joongie,” you pouted, voice low.

“But you’re doing so well,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You stared down at him, finally able to see his full face. He looked so handsome staring at you, mouth slightly raised in a smile.

You shook your head, slowing down your movements. “You’re better. Please?”

“What are you asking for, pretty girl?” His arms trailed up and down your sides, not caring that you had now completely stilled on his lap.

“Need you to take over—to f-fuck me,” you pleaded, eyes blown out and needy.

He grinned and put his mask back in place before sitting up. He wrapped one arm around your body as he adjusted the position. Your lips pulled into a lazy smile, and you draped your arms over his shoulders, so your body was pressed against his.

Once he felt stable, he started to buck his hips up. You gasped at the feeling of his skin hitting yours; the sound had you squeezing around his cock.

His thrusts slowed to a stop when he felt your arousal drip down his dick, a gravelly moan slipping from his mouth.

“Shit, you’re leaking down my cock, baby girl,” he hissed, hands dragging your body up until just his tip remained. He loved seeing how wet he made you. He eased you back down, earning him a beautiful sigh from your lips.

He paused his movements to look at the screen, mentally reminding himself to have his way with you in front of a mirror in the future. He wanted you to see yourself take him—to see your face morph with pleasure.

Hongjoong then unhooked your arms and guided your hands on your ass. “I want them to see how much of a slut you are.”

You mewled at his words, understanding what he wanted as you spread your cheeks to give the camera a better view of Hongjoong sliding in.

“Of course, they like that,” he growled and then continued his movements; however, he didn’t gradually reach a quick pace, he just started there. His hips slammed up to yours, forcing your body to jolt up and down his chest as you laid there and took what he was giving you.

“Look at you take my cock like a good girl,” he praised through clenched teeth, his gaze on the monitor. He eased his speed for a moment. The steady roll of his hips felt delightful. “I bet you love having people watch you get fucked. Hm? Am I right? You want them to see how I split you open?”

You nodded, whimpering, “Yes, sir.”

Hongjoong hummed while he continued to push into you. He moaned, feeling your cunt suck him back in. Not only did your audience like this view, but he did as well. Seeing your pussy stretch to fit him made him go faster, needing to see you leak his cum.

“Wanna’ come, sir,” he heard you cry into his shoulder. “Need to come.”

“Go ahead. I want to see you fall apart on my dick, baby,” he replied, hands moving from your body to get a sturdier position. He began slamming into you. Each movement had you nearing your climax.

Soon enough you came with a loud whine. Your legs shook, and your hands grabbed his shoulders for support.

Hongjoong came after a few more rough thrusts. His breathy moans were next to your ear as he held you still against him. You clenched your walls around him, wanting to milk him for everything he could give you. You soon slumped against his chest.

He smiled behind his mask and wrapped his arms around your body. You did the same to him, letting both of you take a breather. The stream was forgotten momentarily as you basked in the feeling of your boyfriend’s touch. Hongjoong caressed you gently, massaging your body in various places.

After a few minutes, he carefully pulled out and laid you on the bed, face down.

He raised your hips slightly and spread your ass to watch as his cum dripped from your spent cunt. While it was mostly for his pleasure, there was a small part of him that wanted the chat to see how well he fucked you.

“You’re mine, love,” Hongjoong whispered. You nodded in agreement with a hum, too tired to concur verbally.

He dipped a finger in your entrance, causing you to squirm from sensitivity. He chuckled softly and scooped up some of his cum on his fingers. Hongjoong slipped his digits in his mouth, sucking the substance off as he moved to your setup.

He watched the messages come in quickly. A smirk appeared on his lips seeing the majority of them were about how they envied him. They wished they were the ones who just fucked you.

His eyes flickered to the screen capturing you. Your hips had fallen on the mattress, and your breathing was calming down. You were simply laying there, tired.

Seeing your exhausted state, he raised a hand in front of the camera. He gave a wave before ending the stream. After triple checking it was truly off, he removed his cap and mask. He shook out his hair a few times and then strolled to the bed.

“That was fun,” you murmured sleepily.

Hongjoong rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back. You smiled at his comforting touch and hauled yourself into a sitting position.

“Did you have fun, Joongie?” you wondered. It was difficult to tell as his face was beginning to rest in a frown.

“I did,” he started as he sat on the edge of the bed. You tilted your head in confusion since he didn’t look like he had fun. “But I think you deserve a punishment for how you acted during the stream.”

That woke you up a bit.

“W-what? But I was good,” you sputtered, a pout appearing on your features.

He chuckled darkly. “Were you? Moving when I told you not to? Touching me when that’s not what I asked for? That’s you being good?”

Your shoulders sagged as he recalled your previous actions. “I-I thought you were okay with it.”

“You know I shouldn’t have to tell you things twice. Now come here,” he instructed, patting his lap. You hesitated for a second but quickly laid down at his narrowing gaze.

One of his hands flipped up the skirt you still wore. He rubbed your ass, pleased to see his cum still between your legs. Then suddenly his hand came down on one of your cheeks, which had you yelping.

“Count.”

The next time Hongjoong met up with his friends, there was an awkward tension in the air. Seonghwa and Yunho had a difficult time looking at him. It got even worse when you accompanied him. Hongjoong wasn’t sure what was up with them until it dawned on him as he walked by their rooms. Moaning and grunting came from their rooms, but instead of seeing you on screen, it was another woman. They must have watched your stream when he guest-starred. There was no doubt that they had figured out who he was by how they were acting. Part of him wondered if they got off on it even after they discovered who you both were.

There was some relief knowing that they weren’t watching your streams anymore, or at least if they did, he didn’t know. However, a darker side of him was disappointed they stopped. Hongjoong wanted to gloat in their faces about how he was able to feel your tight cunt around him instead of them. Maybe even have you wear skimpy outfits around them to just increase their jealousy.

It sounded extremely wrong and entitled when he thought of it, but ever since that stream, he couldn’t help but have an extra boost of confidence. Though he hasn’t come on your show since. You were a little upset, worried even, that he didn’t like it. However, he simply wanted to not feel pressured into fucking you a certain way. Yes, he did like feeling smug at that moment, but he didn’t expect it to last well after the stream. He wasn’t sure how healthy that was, so he kept his distance from that world.

When Hongjoong came by your home a few weeks later, you had just finished another live stream. There was a slight sheen of sweat covering your skin, and you were wearing a robe. You greeted him with open arms and a loving kiss.

“I didn’t know you were going to have one so early,” he observed, realizing it was a little earlier than usual. You shrugged.

“I was horny and thought, why not?” you replied.

Hongjoong frowned. “You could have called me.”

You giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom as you started a bath. “I don’t want to just have sex with you, Joongie. I want cuddles, movie nights, dinner dates,” you listed off.

You checked the water’s temperature before plugging the drain so it could fill. You added some soap, watching bubbles begin to form.

“We can still have those,” he replied.

“I know,” you said with a gentle smile.

You slipped off your robe, letting it pool on the floor before sinking into the warm water. A sigh left your lips as you felt relaxed. Hongjoong came and sat on the edge of your sunken tub. He took your hand when you reached for him.

You continued, “But I want to focus on building our relationship without having sex involved.”

“You’re saying you’re tired of having sex with me?” he asked, a little offended. You shook your head as you leaned forward to turn off the water.

There was the tell-tale sign of another mini tantrum. His mouth tugged down, and his shoulders slouched. For such a tough guy in bed, he sure was a big brooding baby. However, you dealt with it all because you really liked him.

“No, silly,” you answered, sitting back against the edge and resting your head on the pillow you kept there. “I just don’t want you to feel like you always have to do the two-person-tango with me every time we hang out.”

“I don’t feel pressured too. I like it. You feel good,” he murmured the last part. He brought his other hand to yours, lifting it up as he gently massaged your palm.

“You’re cute, Joongie,” you commented. “I guess I’ll keep you around.”

Hongjoong huffed, eyes rolling at your teasing. “What are you talking about? You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“I’m okay with that,” you smiled widely at him.

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his chest as you stared up at him with adoration. He leaned down and gave your lips a soft kiss.

When he pulled away, you chased after him. He chuckled at that and granted you one more kiss before moving away completely.

“I’ll always be here for you, love—whether that’s sexually or not. I like you for your personality, not only your body,” he said.

“What about my face?” you playfully asked.

Hongjoong let out a teasing sigh. “Your face’s alright.”

“Ass,” you gasped, flicking up some water at him.

He laughed, shielding his face from your attack. “Kidding, baby. I think you’re the most gorgeous human to walk the earth.”

“Now you’re just kissing ass,” you replied.

Hongjoong smiled, going back to massaging your hand. He gave you a wink when he said, “I’ll gladly kiss yours.”

“Shut up, Kim,” you laughed as you hit him playfully on the arm. “Now sing me a song as I prune.”

Your eyes drifted close, and you let yourself enjoy the calming sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin combined with the warm water against your body.

“You always want me to sing,” he whined.

“Because you have a nice voice. Now, sing, please?” you asked.

He sighed as he relented. “What song?”

“Wannabe by the Spice Girls.”

He snorted, hands pausing in his ministrations to stare at you. He remembered how you would sing it around your home—hell and even his, dancing and using a spatula as a microphone. Needless to say, he (unfortunately or fortunately) knew the words.

“Seriously?” he questioned.

You peeked an eye open at him.

“Yes.”

Upon seeing your earnest expression, Hongjoong began singing. He felt extremely silly and embarrassed as the lyrics left his lips. However, the happiness that spread across your face made it all worthwhile. He would sing ten more cheesy songs if it made you smile. That’s not something he foresaw changing in the future.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 🥰

For my “shy/silent” readers, I’ve created a feedback form where you can share your thoughts on my fics in a more anonymous and private way. ^-^

©️hongcherry // DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY Please consider reblogging if you liked this work to show your support. Feedback/commentary is always welcomed.

#kdiarynet #ateezlovenet #pirateeznet #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez fanfic #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x you #hongjoong fanfic #ateez pwp #atz pwp #hongjoong pwp #mimikookie writes

191 notes · View notes

leaderoffestivals · 8 months

Text

(Lookback) The Heartbeat of the Sea: Abyss Chapter 1

Kanata: … … Mikejima— You are not he, are you? Your scent is different— *Lick*—Yes, and your taste is different, too. Souma: HYAAAAAAH—?!

Season: Winter (In the past) Author: Akira Characters: Kanzaki Souma, Shinkai Kanata, Mikejima Madara

Souma: I have been granted freeeedom~!

(Now then, what should I do? Think carefully, Souma! There remains but a half-hour of this precious free time left to me! That’s, uhhh, about thirty minutes, more or less!

I must use this time wisely and do… Something! Anything at all! It would be such a waste, otherwise!)

Souma: … … However, I am feeling rather famished at the moment.

I suspect my mealtime may have slipped my esteemed Father’s mind.

(Uuu. What should I do? It is impossible to do battle on an empty stomach.

My esteemed Mother is usually the one who prepares my meals... However, she is due to give birth to my dear little brother soon.

She is finding it difficult to move about due to her advanced state of pregnancy. That is why there was no helping it. She could not undertake the long journey here, burdened as she was by her increased weight—

—even though this funeral ceremony is for an exceedingly august personage, one whom our household cannot possibly disregard.

That is right. It seems someone has passed away.

That person seems to be someone who is of very great importance to us, a highly esteemed individual.

Oh no! Will I be scolded for using the word “person” when referring to them?

That person… seemed to be like God.)

Souma: (... … But even so, a funeral for God? Can God die as well? Hm~~?

Well, I suppose that when it is time for one to die, they will indeed pass away! Father and Mother would never speak untruths after all!)

Souma: Uuu… Pondering so hard has made me hungrier. I am famished. Even the great Regent (1) could not have anticipated I would be suffering the miserable prospect of starvation in bountiful modern-day Japan…

(Perhaps I could ask Father to prepare a meal for me… … However, he seems to have his hands full, and he is always saying that men do not belong in the kitchen.

Umu. In that case, it seems I have no choice but to seek out a meal myself.

If I search, there ought to be insects or other creatures around which can serve as sustenance somewhere.

Huh? But, wait. On closer inspection, there is an array of food laid out all about me.

Am I hallucinating this?

I do not fully comprehend, but this must be Heaven’s blessing too! In other words, uhhh, God must be granting me a divine favour! Yes!

I shall accept with gratitude!

… … Am I allowed to eat these without permission, though? Will anyone be angered? And yet, with no one around, I cannot seek permission from anyone either?

Besides—Ugh~—I am truly hungry!)

Souma: I humbly partake of this food!

*Chew, chew* Ug~ghh. The flavours are much too strong. The flavours of the meals Mother prepares are so much more refined than this…

(Sound of footsteps)

Souma: (Ah! Someone is approaching! This is bad, it would be disgraceful to be caught indulging in pilfered food! It is shameful conduct for the child of a samurai family!

I—I must hide. Under that desk, there seems to be a screen with which I can conceal myself… …

Make haste, Souma! Run for it! Yaaaa!)

Kanata: WAH—Oh?

Souma: … … … …!?

Kanata: Hm~? Hm~? Hm~?

Souma: … …? … …?

(EH? Ehhhh?! What? Who? An intruder~!

Who in the world is… this fellow? He has such a strange air about him—)

Kanata: Who is that, over there? Is it Mikejima?

Souma: (Huh? Eh? What is he saying?

His voice has a peculiar resonance to it… … I cannot make the words out clearly… …)

Kanata: … … Mikejima—

You are not he, are you? Your scent is different—

*Lick*—Yes, and your taste is different, too.

Souma: HYAAAAAAH—?! *What* are you doing, all of a sudden? Are you a demon—?

Kanata: Errrm. Who are you?

Souma: A-and who are you? What are you doing in a place like this?

Kanata: Ohhh. Kanata is not doing anything at all.

In a sense, what Kanata is doing is ‘nothing’. (2)

Souma: ? ? ?

Kanata: Do you not understand, mortal child?

Is it so difficult to understand the words Kanata is saying?

Souma: Eh? Ka—katana? No, what you said was “Kanata”, was it? And that means—?

Madara: POW! (Sound of a loud punch)——In the nick of time, Mikejima appears!

Souma: Gyaa--UGH—!

Madara: Whoo~oops! I punched his lights out in the heat of the moment, but, who is this guy? God, do you know who he is?

Kanata: Kanata has not become God yet, that is why Kanata does not know anything.

Mu—And besides that, you took such a long time to return, Mikejima.

Madara: I’m sorryyy! I had a little trouble finding a place we could break in and enter by, that’s whyyy~

Souma: (Wh—who are they? These guys? They appear to be… children of my age and yet… …?

Oh no, this is bad. I was already light-headed from hunger earlier, and now the shock of being punched has made me even more dizzy… …

I am… losing… consciousness… …

... ... ... ...)

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 2

Translator’s Notes: 1) Souma says 太閤さま (Taikoo-sama) which means Imperial Regent and is commonly used to refer to Toyotomi Hideyoshi, a samurai who lived in 1537- 1598 and regarded as the second “Great Unifier” of Japan.

2) Kanata means that he is actively carrying out ‘the act of doing nothing at all’.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #shinkai kanata #kanzaki souma #lookback: Abyss

119 notes · View notes

elvisabutler · 1 year

Text

jealousy

summary: you know better than to talk to other guys sometimes in elvis's ear shot. elvis reminds you of why. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 2100 warnings: throat fucking. possessiveness. big daddy elvis ( so '74 to '77 timeframe ). mildly dubious consent. elvis's paranoia. elvis's prescription drug use. daddy kink, because elvis does actually refer to himself as daddy in this. gratuitous use of nicknames ( lil one, baby, honey, darlin', the whole nine yards ). mild hint of face fucking. kind of faintly almost d/s element but not quite. oral ( m receiving, f implied/referenced ) author's note: welcome to day 29 for kinktober, throat fucking with austin!elvis. okay so everyone needs to thank @butlersxbirdy for this one since at the time she and I literally were losing it over big daddy elvis. we still are, but it was basically hey which version of austin elvis should i do, and she was like big daddy without missing a beat. i'll have a 68 special version out possibly tonight or tomorrow but this one got top billing because i wanted to. but basically everyone else gives you soft big daddy, i'll give ya some fucked up big daddy. ( i'm going to give y'all a very very soft big daddy for the holiday season, don't worry. ) imagine whoever, this is supposed to be austin elvis but timeline i picked makes it tricky y'all know my particular drill.

Elvis is possessive, a fact that everyone who ever spends longer than two minutes with the man and has him like them is vividly aware of. You are Elvis's or you are not, there is that strict dichotomy that very few if any people break- and you are not one of those people. Priscilla, when you've interacted with her during handoffs for Lisa tells you it didn't used to be this bad, that yes, he could sleep around but she couldn't and that her finding her way into his former karate instructors bed after she left him made him so angry he was almost unrecognizable, but she figured it was fine and would settle down. Then she heard the stories from Linda and now you and- well she likes to pretend you'll calm him down. Not fix him exactly but you've already mildly tempered his pill usage and have him actually eating healthy despite being on the road. Maybe third time's the charm?

Except- here is the inherent problem, you're younger than him, not hard seeing as he's around his 40s but you crave attention in a way that he doesn't always provide. You wouldn't say he disregards the fact that you could leave- oh far from it- his worship of you legendary to all members of the Memphis Mafia and anyone who's had any sort of contact with Elvis as far as touring or recording goes. But sometimes he forgets- sometimes in the haze of his pills and every other thing he forgets that you can run free, you can easily run away from him and never look back- he's spoiled you with enough clothes that even if you had no marketable skills to speak of you could handle yourself on selling his trinkets alone.

You sometimes flirt as easy as breathing, a quality that Elvis will swear up and down is one of his favorite about you- you're pure, baby but Lord have mercy, the things your eyelashes fluttering can do to a man he had once said after you had told him about your sexual history. You flirt and flirt and boy- men- have a tendency to fall for it, tend to become wrapped around your finger in ways that would make your Mama blush. It gives you a rush of power, reminds you that even if Elvis is ignoring you for the fourth day and night in a row that you're attractive, you're the sort of woman men want and it gives you a little pep. But you know as well as anyone that you can't let Elvis hear or see you do what you do when you flirt though so you always make sure it's done out of his earshot, his eyesight and while he's preoccupied.

At least that's usually what you do, it's the fifth day and while you don't mind Elvis leaving you alone for a bit, for a day or two when it starts inching toward a week you can't help but feel bitter and angry. It's that feeling that leads you to where you are, your hand on some guy's- you think his name is Jeff- arm giggling at something that is not even remotely funny but you know how to charm a man. You're wrapped up in trying to make sure he's smiling that you don't hear the telltale sound of Elvis's buckle clanging as he walks up to see what you're doing. You don't notice how your conversation partner freezes as his eyes look behind you. You don't notice the scent of Elvis freshly showered until you feel his heat up against you, until you feel his breath against your neck and until you feel the growl emanate from his deep in his chest. You freeze after that.

"Darlin'." He says, his tone deathly calm. "Who's this? A friend?"

You open your mouth to say something before Jeff ends up muttering something about needing to head off but it was so nice to meet you and you turn to face Elvis a snarl forming before you can even stop it.

"Oh now you want to pay attention to me." You move to make sure Elvis doesn't try and grab for you. "Find someone else and you appear out of thin air."

Elvis's eyes narrow and darken making you very quickly realize you might have messed up. They're not as clear as they have been in the past weeks which means that just maybe he's not all there. That you've stepped into a minefield that he'll take you out of, just not right this moment. You move to grab his arm before he yanks it out of your reach. "Oh no, honey, you know better. I was- Come with me to our room, baby. Think I need to talk to you. Remind you of some things." He turns from you with a growl that has arousal curling low in your abdomen and has you traling after him in a way that sometimes embarrasses you with how eager you are to do it, but you can't stop yourself from doing it nonetheless. The walk and elevator ride up to where he's staying and where you should be staying is a silent one, punctuated only with Elvis grumbling something to himself and your heaving breaths the more you think about what Elvis is planning on doing to you. You enter the room and in an instant find yourself crowded against the wall, Elvis using his both his weight and his arms to make sure you're not moving any time soon. You open your mouth to talk before Elvis shakes his head and cuts you off.

"Ya know how jealous I get lil one. Know how I damn well wanna kill men when they're lookin at you as you're cumming just from me brushin' against ya. And yet ya let one of them think he could have ya." His hand moves to your shoulder and makes a movement like he wants to force you to the ground but he holds off for at least the moment. "Got me so goddamn riled up and jealous, baby. Got your Big Daddy angry. You wanna know what I do when I'm this angry with ya? What I've always wanted t' do when you get me this angry?"

You look at him in what you like to think is an attempt to look innocent, an attempt to charm him with those eyelashes you know he can barely resist only to see the look in his eyes, see the look of barely restrained anger written all over his face and realize that it won't work. The words you had meant to say die on your lips, swallowed in the guip you take as you nod.

"On your knees." He commands and leaves absolutely no room for questioning, his hand remaining on your shoulder in case you need some help getting down. "And deal with my pants while you're at it."

You comply, falling to your knees quicker than you ever thought possible, your hands working at his belt buckle and at the button and zipper of his pants, your hands shaking just a tad as you pull them down. He hadn't asked to have his boxers taken off so you left them, not that it did much to conceal what was happening underneath, how he seemed to be getting harder by the moment.

His hand that was on her shoulder moves to the back of your head, his ring covered hands moving to grip your hair in any way he could. "Little boys wouldn't know what to do with ya. Wouldn't treat ya like I do. Wouldn't have you coming nearly as hard as ya do with me." You shift a little, trying to produce some form of friction between your legs. You're so focused on that task that you don't notice how Elvis's eyes zero in on the motion. All you actually notice is how he ends up letting out a laugh that sounds downright evil. It sounds like that young boy who sang that he was evil and you shiver. "I'm gonna make sure you can't fuckin' talk to them for a week. Gonna wreck your throat so that all you can do is nod for yes daddy." He pauses and growls. "Bet you're gonna cum right now. Bet if I touched you right this second you'd make a mess of the goddamn carpet."

Leaning forward, you start to nuzzle at his cock through his briefs and realize that you can't feel any shame about it. You don't feel any shame about it, too busy trying to calm Elvis down and too busy remembering just why as much as you might want to stray from him when he wanders just a bit- you don't. "Daddy, I would. I would make a mess, but please daddy, you can touch me I want you to touch me."

Elvis yanks at your hair and thus you back a little roughly and you hiss. "No nuzzlin'. This ain't you getting a treat. This is you being reminded who you belong to." His tone is shifting into something that almost sounds like a growl. "Whose thick thighs you cum on. Whose cock you love having in that pretty pussy and mouth. Whose is it, darlin'?"

"Yours." You whine, pulling down his underwear without him actually asking to. "Your thighs, your cock."

His lips curl into a smirk as he uses the grip on your hair to force your face into his crotch. You have the foresight to open your mouth but even so you end up choking a little around his cock. He pauses when he realizes you're struggling, not wanting to hurt you exactly. You grip his thigh as an okay and he continues to push his cock further into your mouth until it's tickling the back of your throat. You swallow involuntarily and Elvis groans, low and in a way you want to hear over and over again. He starts to move, using his grip on your hair to control how quickly he's fucking your mouth, how deep his cock is reaching. You gag a little even as you try and relax just from the sheer force of his cock hitting your throat.

"Swallow, baby, do it again." He murmurs, trying to feel your throat start to constrict around his tip. "Fuckin' love this mouth. Most perfect goddamn mouth. Never gonna let it go. Never gonna let those boys take you from me. I'll shoot 'em before they do. Might not look like 'em anymore but they couldn't handle my girl."

You whimper at the words, your eyes starting to roll in the back of your head as you rut against the floor, wanting to touch yourself but resisting the urge. Elvis is still controlling the pace but you can feel how he's starting to struggle to keep up, his movements becoming a little less controlled, a little less consistent. You help out, making sure your mouth stays on him, that his cock still is hitting the back of your throat until you taste the saltiness of his cum and feel the warmth of it filling your mouth. You swallow, struggling just a little but Elvis doesn't let up, doesn't let you off until he's finished and you've swallowed as much as you can. He finally lets go of your hair and you lean back, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the throbbing of your clit and the mild burn you still feel in your throat.

"Wasn't flirting." You force out, your voice sounding like you had every sore throat known to man at once. You try and swallow thinking it will help before realizing it doesn't. "Want to cum, please."

His eyes are lidded when he looks at you, looking almost like he might want to fall asleep on you before he hums, holding out his hand to you. "Up on the bed. No talking till you come. Wanna hear you scream my name with my face in your pussy."

You take his hand, using the leverage to pull yourself up and frown. "I don't think I can scream. Won't make the noise."

He pulls you close and pulls you into a kiss. "You will. Then you can lose your voice. Then we can both know I fucked that throat of yours completely raw."

If you raise an eyebrow in a challenge, that's your business. And if after that eyebrow you don't speak for another week because you practically croak when you try? Well. That's yours and his business.

#austin butler elvis x you #austin butler elvis x reader #austin butler elvis #austin elvis #austin elvis x reader #austin elvis x you #austin butler elvis x y/n #austin elvis x y/n #austin butler #austin butler elvis smut #austin elvis smut #ally's kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ally writes #think i did all the tags?

397 notes · View notes