#(me when i serious up making a reference sheet be like)

[electrozeistyking]

So here's so years of progress on an AU that I still don't have a proper name for yet! However, some of the lore depicted in earlier concepts may no longer be included and are being reworked/changed in 2025. I sorta just dug half of these up because I wanted to display how long I've been working on it, and how it's progressed until this point.

SUMMARY OF THE AU: the Eggman Empire reigns supreme, and Sonic's friends from the "og timeline" (as one of my friends so eloquently puts it) basically kidnap him. More on that later.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors x Juno Positions

Give your thanks to the anon above!

Summary: SDV Bachelors and which Juno (sex) positions they'd like the most.

Warning(s): Pure filth, Hint of crack in the headcanons [lol I like my jokes y'all], Gentle sex / Sleepy sex, Dub-Con, Drunk Sex, Threesome, A hint of Sadism sprinkled in Elliot's part, Pet-Play, Degradation, Dirty Talking, Orgasm Denial, A couple of instances of the reader being referred to as a slut (in Shane's part ngl).

Side Note(s): I love Sabrina Carpenter's juno positions so— OMG I HAD TO BRAINROT OVER THIS RIGHT IMMEDIATELY. Also, lol, this is a freebie way for me to headcanon which sex position the bachelors would like the most.

Elliot

"The London Bridge"; "Where the receiving partner lies on their back and lifts their hips as the giving partner goes between their legs to penetrate."

I mostly picked this for him because it sounded super fancy, like he is ✨.

On a serious note though, I'm a new believer in the fact that Elliot would totes like to see allll of you during sex. The way you look at him, how your chest and even the marks he'd leave on your skin.

Besides how good you feel wrapped around his cock, seeing how much you're enjoying the feeling of him is what would really get him off.

So walk with me and picture this, y'all—Elliot gets back from his three(?) day trip and is obsessing over you. Like, you can barely take two steps away from this man before he's immediately clinging back onto you like a baby monkey.

He'd kiss, touch, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. All of the mumbo-jumbo. But when nighttime comes and you're fresh from a shower? Only in a towel and slightly flushed from the heat of the water?

It's on like Donkey Kong.

And I'm standing ten toes down on the idea that if you say something like "my hips hurt, help me". He'll have a bit of a sadistic moment and breathlessly tell you to "hold the position" or you're not cumming.

♡ - "Come now, my love...we barely started and you're already shaking?"

Elliot clicked his tongue, a smirk steadily creeping onto his lips as he watched you squirm and whine. Although he almost felt bad for making you hold this position, after all, you were beginning to complain that you were starting to get sore from it all! As Elliot dragged his fingers over your marked skin, littered with love bites and scattered hickies, the sight of hips slightly lifted off of the bed...all as they were spread juuusst enough to allow him to position himself in between as he slowly fucked your pretty cunt.

After being gone for three days on a trip to promote his newest novel, he couldn't help the urgency he felt to get his hands on you!

For the entire day leading up to this passionate night, he had been pressing himself against you, all as he delivered kisses to any available piece of skin, all the while making his need of you as clear as he possibly could! Sweet nothings were whispered in your ear, and his mouth turned into a pout as he tried to coax you to forgo your farmwork just for today so the two of you could spend some much-needed time in the bedroom together.

But you hardly budged.

So, after having to hold himself back for the last two days since he arrived back in Pelican Town—that's how the two of you ended up where you were now.

"You must hold still, my dear~" Elliot purred, his smirk only continuing to grow as he watched how your struggle was clear on your face. One that was torn between wanting to please him by continuing to do as he said, as well as the one that wanted to do nothing more than plop your hips back onto the sheets and demand that he fuck you that way instead! Yet the words on your tongue were constantly snatched away by how your husband would suddenly press his hand down onto where he could just slightly feel how his cock gently thrust in and out of your desperately clenching pussy. "After all, how am I supposed to fuck you the way you deserve if you don't hold still? You'll risk me slipping out..."

Bullshit, you thought. Your husband was so long that, typically, you thought you could feel him in the back of your throat. This position only increased that feeling tenfold. But it was hard to focus on how desperately you wanted Elliot to speed up when your hips were aching! "Y-You liar..." You mumbled, your hands clenching the sheets above your head. "Elliot—" You then turned to begging, even going so far as to muster up your best puppy eyes. "—my hips...t-they hurt...fuck me properly." You continued.

Elliot cocked his head to the side.

He adored listening to your pleas, any chance you provided him to see how you relied upon him for anything. It made his heart swell as well as filled him with an almost unquenchable need to see even more of you begging for him!

Thus, he couldn't allow his fun of seeing you beg so earnestly to be spoiled so soon, couldn't he?

Elliot trailed his hands even lower from their position of pressing down on your stomach, until his thumb sat at the hood of your clit before he began to rub gentle circles into it. Your breath hitched at the increase in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets even tighter as your eyes slammed shut. "You sound so cute begging for me, my love," Elliot commented, his words laced with a seductive yet breathy chuckle at the end. "Begging for me to allow you to have a more comfortable position while your pussy continues to clench around me as if it doesn't want to let me go—"

A sharp moan tore from your lungs when Elliot suddenly picked up his pace, his cock beginning to poke and prod at that spongey spot deep inside your cutn. "Y-You must make up your mind—Ah...o-otherwise—otherwise...I'll think that you're meaning to be a minx." You tried to focus your vision enough to glare at him. "I-I'm not—a-a minx...!"

"Oh, but you are." Elliot reaffirmed as he began to lean over you, his hands tightening upon your hips even more as he drove himself into your pussy even faster. Each lewd aht aht that was punched out from your throat was like music to the writer's ears, soft moans of both amusement and pleasure leaving his lips as he focused his ears on your sounds. "You think yourself not a minx even though you make these noises?" You could feel Elliot's smirk against your skin as he leaned his head down to place wet kisses against your neck, his hair framing his face like an orange curtain while his eyes remained focused on every expression you made.

"No matter how much I praise you for your addicting beauty, you never seem to understand it—F-Fuck...!—m-my love...it's almost infuriating." He whined before you muttered another pouty moan of how your hips began to ache from the position he held you in. He'd let you have your relief soon, as soon as your weeping cunt made him cum. "Bear through it." He whispered into your ear. "You can handle it." He added on, pressing one last kiss to your neck before he tore himself away, lifting your hips up even further before he began to fuck you earnestly.

"E-Elliot...!" You screamed out into the air of your shared bedroom. The dirty sounds of the bed squeaking under the intense movement rang throughout the air alongside your cries of pleasure and Elliot's pleasure-drunk babbling of him praising how good you looked. How beautiful your skin was with how many marks he laid upon it, however, it was hard to focus on anything when that little bundle of knots deep inside your gut grew tighter and tighter to the point it was almost painful!

"E-Elliot...!" You panted.

"I know my love...I know..." He whispered, his eyes flicking down to how your cunt began to form a gooey white ring around the base of his dick. A telltale sign that you were on the verge of cumming. "Are you close? Go ahead." He encouraged you. "Cum around my cock, I'm close to..." You didn't need any more encouragement before you suddenly came with a shrill shriek, your fingers threatening to tear through the sheets as your cunt tightly clamped around Elliot's dick, the tightness forcing the writer to his own orgasm as he bowed over you once more with a choked-up gasp as his hot cum flooded your insides.

The two of you stayed still for a long moment...until Elliot felt a weak smack against his arm. "N-Now...f-fuck me comfortably!" You whined, your eyes still glassy with post-orgasmic bliss, but just focused enough to look at Elliot's face. He chuckled. "Of course, dear."

Sebastian

"Magic Mike"; "Where the giving partner performs fellatio on the receiving partner"

Okay, so the description of this is a bit misleading.

When it comes to sucking off our favorite emo, I'm not talking about the standard method of bobbing your head up and down with a lil' hand action going on.

No, I'm talking where you're pumping his dick with your mouth eagerly waiting wide open a few inches away. Kinda as if you were turning on a hose and waiting for the water to come out so you could drink it.

Therefore, I'd like to believe that seeing you so obediently and excitedly waiting for his cum—it would drive this man up the wall.

But for the sake of watching you continue to debase yourself like this?

He's more than willing to let you continue on interrupted!

♡ - His knuckles were somehow whiter than his own skin from how hard he was gripping the edge of his desk.

Especially with how he watched how your hand firmly stroked his cock, your movements silently screaming how you were begging for his cum to shoot from his throbbing dick. More than any other time in his life, Sebastian felt truly in control as he watched how your eyes were glued to his dick, your tongue practically lulling out of your mouth with how hard you were panting for his cock!

You were like a thirsty bitch trying to lap up water, he couldn't help but love it.

Sebastian laughed breathlessly, a mocking sound as his hand came to reach down to rest on your head. "Y-You're really eager for my cum, a-aren't you?" His head tilted to the side with a cocky smirk when you weren't even capable of answering. Far too engrossed in your quest to make him cum, much less register the fact that he was talking to you. He wouldn't have minded much, your soft hand stroking his dick so eagerly while you waited with bated breath for his seed made him twitch and throb madly. Every soft moan or breathless gasp that escaped his lips was only further evidence of his enjoyment of what you were doing to him.

However, he was even more of a dog for you.

More than you seemed to be capable of realizing in this moment, as all he could think about was wanting to hear your voice, hear you speak to him, even if it wasn't too clearly. Thus— with that thought in his mind, how could you even begin to fault him when he suddenly pushed your head to his cock, forcing your lips around the tip of of his cock.

He swore he would've came here and there if he didn't want to drag out this moment just a little bit longer.

"Shhiiittt..." Sebastian groaned as he threw his head back. "Suck my tip baby..." He whispered when he dropped his head back down to look at you.

Your tongue darted to lick his slit teasingly before you pulled yourself back with a whine. "Don't you enjoy my hand?" You pouted.

He couldn't help the frown that crept onto his face, gently coaxing your wet mouth back to the tip of his cock. "Don't ask me that," He grumbled. "I just...please, I want your mouth. I need a little more, j-just a little—Fuck!" Your cunt twitched at the sound of his needy 'please', that word more than enough encouragement for you to suddenly wrap your lips back around his cockhead, sucking and licking the tip while your hand continued to stroke the rest of him. You hummed at the salty taste of Sebastian, your other hand sooooo tempted to reach down to your clit and rub it to get a little relief as you listened to Sebastian groan and struggle to withhold his sounds.

Had you not been so focused on making him cum...you would've told him to stop attempting to hold back!

But, with how skillfully your tongue was licking around his cockhead, the lewd sounds of your slurping and moaning going straight to Sebastian's cock as you could feel his pulse through his cock—it wasn't hard for you to tell that him trying to hold back his noises was impossible at this point. "Don't keep me waiting, Sebby~" You said in between you teasingly taking your mouth away from his cockhead, giggling at how his hips would buck in an attempt to chase after your mouth.

"Cum." You continued. "Please?" Sebastian whined at the sound of your voice, his hands somehow gripping the edge of his desk even tighter as he could hardly control how his hips bucked into your mouth, driving his dick further into your mouth and subsequently driving himself closer and closer to his orgasm. "Y/N..." He moaned as his head drooped back down before his eyes cracked open to look at you. You groaned around his cock at the teary look he gave you, as if you had hung the moon and stars for him personally! It only encouraged you to suck him harder, your free hand moving to fondle his balls while Sebastian could do nothing more than accept the pleasure you were giving him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck...!" Sebastian cursed under his breath, his chest heaving up and down. "Y/N...! C-Close—" His orgasm tore out of his body, stealing the very air from his lungs as his legs wobbled so much to the point you feared that he was going to fall down for a second! Ropes and ropes of his hot cum entered your mouth, the delicious salty taste making you hum and nearly smack your lips as if you had tasted a gourmet meal!

But upon drinking down every last drop of him, you popped your lips off of his tip with a lewd 'smack'. "Delicious~" You complimented with a smirk before you rubbed the side of your cheek against his dick. "Give me more Seb...this time in my pussy." You suggested.

He couldn't nod his head fast enough.

"The Eiffel Tower"; "One partner positions themselves on all fours while another partner stands in front of them (engaging in oral sex), and a third partner penetrates from behind."

I had to include this ngl, and my reasoning is simple.

I just like the idea of Sam and Sebastian tag-teaming the farmer. Sam at the back and Sebastian at the front, and you know what? Because I'm in a mood, I'll add a bonus thought and say that Sam would definitely tease the farmer and Sebastian while he's fucking farmer.

Something something— "Fuck farmer, you're moaning so loudly while your boyfriend is right here! Poor guy must not be giving it to you right."

"Since we're buddies Seb, take notes on how I'm fucking them braindead. Guarantee if you try this move on them next time, they'll come crawling back to you for more~"

"You're so red, Seb, whaatt? You want to be fucked next? I'll do it since we're friends lol."

Essentially, Seb is having a slight panic moment about whether or not he has a small cuck kink.

♡ - "How come you're moanin' louder than your girlfriend, Seb?"

Sebastian, oh so badly, wanted to act like he regretted his decision to allow Sam to come over to the farmhouse for the night.

At first, the intentions were innocent. It was all supposed to be a way to keep the fun going for the night! The three of you were going to watch TV, play a few games, and even drink a little of your homemade alcohol! But...one too many drinks later, Sam and you were sitting on the couch together while Sam sat in an armchair a little distance away. Nothing out of the ordinary, he thought. The two of you were just as close as he and Sam were! Yet, when Sebastian began to spot Sam becoming touchier and touchier with you, all the while he maintained eye contact with Sebastian, the recluse felt dirty for his inability to be upset at the situation.

He'd admit, he felt bad for the way his body warmed up at the sight of Sam being so bold with you.

And the way you immediately looked at him for his approval of the situation, prepared to tear yourself away from the blonde's touch at the slightest sign of discomfort...it only furthered his body beginning to grow warmer and warmer before—the two of you caught onto how his cock hardened in his pants, straining and beginning to pitch a tent in his sweats—he knew he had been caught, and in turn, his true feelings about the situation were revealed.

He found all of this hot.

Which is how Sebastian got to where he was now, his back against the arm of the couch while you eagerly choked yourself on his cock, the combined sound of skin slapping against skin while you moaned and gargled around his cock making the poor recluse throw his head back to let out his unabashed moans to the air while his hand weakly patted at your head.

And Sam was eating alllll of it up.

"If anyone were to walk by Seb, they'd think you were the one getting fucked rather than your girlfriend here—" You moaned when Sam sharply snapped his hips into you, a wicked smirk just beginning to creep up onto his lips as Sebastian dazedly looked forward once more. You felt Sebastian's cock jump inside your mouth as your boyfriend watched his friend fuck your cunt into the shape of his cock, Sam's quiet grunts and moans making you clench around the blonde's thick cock as he rubbed your ass in appreciation. "Show a little more shame, farmer..." You just barely heard Sam grunt out before he reached a hand forward to pull your hair, forcing Sebastian's cock out of your mouth and thus making you release all your sounds out the air.

"It's not good to be moaning this loudly when your boyfriend is right there."

You blushed as your head was strained to look up at Sebastian, only to see the man staring at Sam as if he was in a daze.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but...you also couldn't help but twitch around Sam's cock at the sight, especially when Sebastian's hand twitched as if he was just itching for the right opportunity to stroke his dick to the sight of Sam fucking you stupid. And Sam caught on to it. "You're seriously going to stroke your dick to me fucking your girlfriend Seb?" Sam asked teasingly, much to Sebastian's embarrassment, before the blonde beckoned him to come closer.

You watched how your boyfriend scooted closer to Sam, his hand wrapping itself around his flushed, leaky cock before—your jaw dropped at how Sam pulled his friend in for a kiss. The shocked gasp that escaped Sebastian made your cunt clench tighter before Sam picked up the pace, nearly driving you into the cushions of the couch as if he were forbidding you to see him making out with his friend! Your boyfriend! But you strained yourself as best as you could to keep an eye on the delicious sight, the two men groaning into each other's mouths while Sebastian began to steadily stroke his cock before picking up into a pace that had him bucking into his hands, a sign that he was nearing his climax.

"Bet you wanted this to happen for a while, eh Seb?" Sam moaned into Sebastian's mouth. "Me fucking your girlfriend or perhaps—"

"S-Shut up..." Sebastian tore himself away from Sam's mouth before his head dipped down to focus on your face.

Adorable, Sam thought as he felt himself nearing his orgasm as well, his eyes flickering between your ass and Sebastian's face as his moans and grunts began to slip out more freely. "C-Close...!" Sebastian moaned.

Sam could hardly stutter out a warning before he had suddenly bowed over you, a whine leaving your lips as you felt ropes of Sam's cum flood your cunt, triggering your own orgasm as you started to feel trickles of you and Sam's mixed release slide down your thighs. And Sebastian wasn't far behind, your boyfriend's breath suddenly choking up in his throat before he came into his own hand, whispers of your name and Sam's upon your breath as he stilled.

Although the three of you didn't say anything for a while...you had it quickly figured out that this wouldn't be the last time you three were in a similar scenario such as this.

Sam

"Standing Doggy"; "The receiving partner bends over and arches their back as the giving partner penetrates from the back."

I won't keep y'all for long on this one, you guys know the drill when it comes to me writing Sam.

THE MAN IS A DOG.

But I'll put a spin on it and give the farmer the reins this time and say— I'd like to imagine that Sam would be super into the idea of the farmer collaring and leashing him while he fucks them. And bonus points if the farmer tugs on the leash when giving him a command, or telling him to ease up on the speed (to make sure he doesn't cum too quickly).

And while Sam's all for being obedient and all—receiving treats and headpats and such—being disobedient is wayyyy more fun for him.

Such as the second you're feeling too good. All of a sudden Sam picks up his pace and starts to really fuck you like he hates you, not only making you loose your grip on the leash but also encourage him to fuck you even faster/harder!

After all, with how loud you're moaning and babbling out nonsense, you must clearly want more!

♡ - "C'mon Sam...you won't get to cum inside if you don't speed up!"

Sam whined against your neck as you gently reprimanded him for his currently slow pace as he fucked you in the kitchen, one of your hands bracing yourself against the counter while the other tightly held and pulled on a red leash. The blonde felt like a useless mutt, one that was dedicated and trained only for the pleasure of his beloved master, and he could nearly faint at the situation he was currently in! The combined tight feeling of the leash and collar...it made his thoughts swim with even more lewd thoughts as the slight lack of air made his brain swim juuussstttt right.

"S-Sorry!" Sam said into your ear as he picked up his pace, the sound of you and his pleasure ringing out through the kitchen as his mind rushed with thoughts of what his cock looked like right now...covered in your lewd slick, beginning to form a ring at the base of his cock while maybe even a little bit dropping onto the freshly cleaned tiled floor— "S-Sam...!" You suddenly cried out when your boyfriend hit a spongy spot inside of you, the back of your eyes flashing white for a brief second as Sam popped his head up from the crook between your neck and shoulder.

He bucked his hips forward experimentally, searching for that spot that made you yell out like that again.

And when you did...he chased it.

Each sharp moan or breathless pant making him throb more and more inside your desperately twitching cunt as you clamped harder and harder around him, nearly making it impossible for him to move! "L-Loosen up, babe..." He whispered in your ear. "Feels...feels tooooo good." He moaned before he steadily unwrapped his arms from around your waist, trailing his hands down your sides before they found their way to your hips, where he quickly picked up the pace.

And before he could find his rhythm...you tugged on the leash. "Bad boy." You scolded with a swift look over your shoulder.

You then giggled teasingly. "Don't chase your orgasm. Chase mine!" You whined. "Otherwise...you'll be punished." Sam clicked his tongue, both annoyed and frustrated that he wasn't able to set the pace that he wanted in fear of being punished!

Times like these, he was annoyed that he couldn't help but be sooooo whipped for you, so willing to do anything that you asked of him, even if he wanted to do something else! All he could think about was pressing against your upper back, forcing your ass higher into the air and setting the pace he wanted. The pace that he knew, deep down, that you craved as your cunt repeatedly clenched around him, as if it were trying to coax him into fucking you like a rabid dog that was in rut.

And the more he thought about it, the sound of your moans in tune made him moan even louder against your ear as his sounds became needier by the second.

The more he thought about testing his luck.

First, it turned into him staying still against that spongey spot inside of you for a brief second longer, each breathless moan that was punched out of you making him smirk to himself while he used your quickly dizzying mindset to slip one of his hands down to your pussy. At first, it started off as an innocent touching that you didn't bother to take note of, hell, you hardly even minded when Sam began to gently rub and pet at your clit! And Sam definitely noticed how your once tight grip on the leash began to ease up, getting more and more looser in your hold by the second, it seemed, before you barely noticed at all how it had all but slipped from your grip!

Next, he began to subtly speed up once more, trying to take his time to find his rhythm until...he found it.

And like a dog that had been taken off its leash to run around a little...that's exactly what Sam did.

"S-Sam!" You gasped when you felt your boyfriend suddenly press his heavy hand into your upper back, making you bow further against the countertop before screams of pleasure began to bubble up and threaten to escape out of your throat.

When you tried to regain control of the situation by catching a hold of the red leash dangling mere inches away, Sam slapped your hand away and took the leash for himself, opting to place it between his teeth and bite onto it before he fucked with you with true earnest. "S-Saaammmmm...!" You drawled out, your mind quickly losing itself to the pleasure of your boyfriend practically beginning to bully your cervix. "Y-You were supposed to let me take c-control this t-time—A-Ah...!"

"S-Sorry Y/N..." The blonde's words were muffled thanks to the leash. "B-But you couldn't expect me to hold back for long, could you? Your cunt feels too good..." He whined as his hand moved to arch your back even more. His eyes were glued to how the fat of your ass rippled with each harsh thrust of his, the repeated slapping of skin on skin damn near sinful as his eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head as he continued to grunt and groan at the feel of you.

"Bad dog!" You whined. "B-Bad—ooooohhhhh...d-dog...!"

Sam let out a throaty laugh as his hands once again traveled to your hips, forcing you to meet his harsh thrusts as he threw his head back. "Y-Yeah...keep calling me a bad dog," He laughed before his words began to fall short in anticipation of his quickly approaching orgasm. His balls began to tighten, and his vision became unfocused, the symphony of your moans quickly furthering him along as he lost himself to the feeling of your warm caverns, the way they clenched around his dick and the sloppy sounds of your slick sticking onto him.

How could you expect him not to disobey?

He was no short of addicted to your pussy. "Fuuucckkkk...." Sam whispered as he leaned back over you, his chest pressing against your back as he wrapped his arms around your torso to fuck you even harder as he pressed himself further into you using the balls of his feet. "T-There...!" You cried out to the blonde when he began bullying your g-spot even more, small strings of your slick squirting out of your cunt as the knot inside of your stomach tightened up in anticipation of your quickly approaching orgasm. "C-Cumming—"

Sam chuckled when you couldn't even finish warning him, his laughter quickly cut short, however, when he let out a long-drawn-out groan at the feeling of you squirting all over his abdomen and thighs. He was simply sad that he didn't have the extra energy to lift himself to watch you do it! But...he supposed there was plenty of time to see you squirt again when he bent you over the table next.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck...Y/N...!" Sam suddenly stilled against you as he came, a hoarse gasp leaving your lips as you felt yourself being filled, the warm feeling almost threatening to lull you to sleep if...if Sam didn't immediately find another wind. One that made your eyes widen in confusion. "S-Sam?!" You gasped. "What are you—Oohh..."

Sam tilted his head with a pouty whine. "Don't tell me you don't wanna go again? I wanna bend you over the table next..."

Alex

"Legs Up"; "Where the receiving partner lies on their back with their legs straight and in the air as the giving partner penetrates."

It was a toughie thinking of which position he'd like but—I think this one would fit him best.

Hear me out, any position that allows him to show off his strength or essentially manhandle you low-key. He's going for it.

A legs-up position not only allows that, but it also gives him the bonus of being able to see your face, any reaction to his thrusts, or the sight of your flushed cheeks. He'll be able to see every second of it!

So hear me out on this one— You and Alex have been having sex with one another for quite a bit now but there's always been a small error during it.

You keep running away! Not that Alex minds a little bit of a chase (not to mention the ego-boost from his dick being so good that you have to run away a little is HUGE) but having his dick slip out during the middle of him dicking you down is soooooo inconventient.

So after just getting down fingering you to the point of two consecutive orgasms. While you're stuck on cloud nine, he comes up with the idea that—if he doesn't want you to run, he just has to restrain your legs!

Which is how you wound up with Alex wrapping his arms around both of your legs, slightly shifted off to the side so that he's able to see every little expression you give him while you moan your lungs out!

♡ - "Aleeeexxxx...!"

For the last hour or so, that was the only name you could even think of crying out as the rough sound of your bed slamming against the wall echoed throughout the room alongside the lewd, slick sounds of skin slapping against skin. But...from Alex's perspective, you were practically asking for this to happen! Ever since the two of you started becoming intimate with one another, you've always been squeamish after cumming, opting to trying to crawl away from him even though you clearly wanted so much more!

Therefore, he devised a plan to keep you restrained via trapping your legs.

As he kneeled on the bed, his hips thrusting his cock deep in and out of your oozing cunt, he kept his arms wrapped tightly around your legs and fastened to his chest in order to keep you from moving around much. And although he'd feel you squirm and try to kick your legs every now and again...he couldn't help but smugly smirk when you cracked a teary eye open to realize that you weren't going to be able to move any time soon. Alex wasn't joking about his intentions of seeing every little expression that you had managed to steal away from him in the midst of you squirming away from him, trying to give you more pleasure.

"Aleeexxx....!" You wailed out as you practically tore through his bedsheets with how hard you were gripping them. "S-So big...!" Alex sneered at how shamefully loud your cries were as he molded your cunt to the shape of his cock, he was lucky that his grandparents had stepped out for a couple of hours!

Plenty of time for him to listen to you cry and beg for his cock for a nice long while. "Clearly," Alex answered you cockily. "You've repeated that line a dozen of times babe, I must've really fucked you brainless huh?" His smirk only grew when you were only able to babble out a couple of 'Uh Huh's. "So cute, babe..." Your boyfriend said as his eyes roamed over your sweaty form. First, his eyes wandered around your kiss, and how drool dribbled down the side of your lips, and how your face was flushed a deep beet red.

He pace stuttered when his eyes flicked down to your bouncing tits, almost hypnotized with how they moved in sync with his thrusts before his eyes dragged from your perfect tits and all the way down to your sloppy cunt. Alex nearly scoffed at how your cunt began to form a white ring around the center of his cock, a marker of just how much farther he had to go in training you to taking him completely. And his cock jumped at the idea. "A-Alex..." The sound of you babbling out his name once more made the athlete snap his attention back to your face before he smirked.

"What baby?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"Close...! F-Feels good!"

Alex flashed you a toothy grin as he suddenly shoved your legs to apart, situating himself between your meaty thighs before he began to really fuck you. Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head, the delicious sting of Alex's balls slapping against your cunt driving you closer and closer to your orgasm as your hand shot to grab onto Alex's thick forearm, the feeling of your nails threatening to cut into him making your boyfriend hiss at the pleasurable pain as his forehead dipped to just barely touch yours. "Ah, ah, ah—" Alex quickly tapped the side of your face to get you to focus before he grabbed ahold of your chin and began to shake your face side to side, forcing you to blink open your eyes to look at him with a dazed gaze.

"—Focus right here," He whispered, as if he were telling a secret only for you and you alone to hear. "I want to see your eyes when you cum." You whined as your mouth formed into a lewd 'O' as you somehow felt Alex push even more of his cock into you, but you were too fucked-dumb to think about just how impossibly big your boyfriend was and could only focus on how good he was stretching out your pussy, the addictive ache and burn you felt making you come closer and closer to the verge of orgasming as your moans were replaced with quick pants.

"C-Cumming—!" You sobbed as the back of your eyes went white.

Alex had to force his eyes to remain open when the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his cock tore the orgasm straight from his dick, an almost overwhelming feeling as a drawn-out moan tore from the back of his throat. "Hah..." Alex laughed, a hoarse breathless laughter that made your cunt twitch at the deep sound. Yet you whined when Alex made a move to pull himself out to look at the mess he created, the sight of your combined fluids forming into a small pool underneath your ass making him let out a low whistle of contentment.

With how tired you were, though...your body could only twitch when you felt Alex began to lightly rub your clit with his thumb. "Think we can get one more round in before my grandparents get home?"

Harvey

"Spooning"; "The receiving partner lies on their side as the giving partner positions themselves as the “big spoon,” penetrating from behind. 

To this day, I can't see this man as anything but a pathetic himbo.

Like, he strikes me as the type of guy that would tear up if his wife raised his voice at him by even a little.

Jokes aside, though— I see Harvey as the type of guy who doesn't have the heart to be rough with his partner at all. Their safety comes first and foremost, even if you were to assure him that you'd be fine, he'd still say no in the name of making sure you're safe!

Buuutttt, he's not immune to your charms in the slightest.

Therefore, if the two of you are fucking then it's soft sex all the way which brings me to my next point.

Harvey comes home from a long day of doing nothing at the office work. He's tired as hell, but he thinks you look soooo pretty as you're lying underneath the sheets, on your phone despite him constantly scolding you that you need to stay off your phone and get more sleep!

However, since you're up already, he supposes that you won't mind pulling you to his chest and fucking you, right?

♡ - "Sorry..."

That was the first word Harvey uttered to you when he slipped underneath the covers with you when he arrived home from another long night at the office. For a moment, you were confused, first thinking that he was apologizing for being home late again, even though you've constantly told him that you didn't mind! You'd rather have him be late helping people than anything else! But...as you sleepily listened to Harvey get comfortable behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso before he tugged you to his chest, you were on the verge of going back to sleep until...you felt his hand slip down your chest.

His hand trailed lower and lower and lower until a finger hooked around the waistband of your shorts and began to gently tug them down to the middle of your thighs. "...Harvey?" You sleepily spoke to him, causing your husband to pause in his actions before his head moved to try and "hide" away in your neck. "What are you doing?" You hummed.

"...I've missed you." Was his shy response. "I didn't mean to disturb your rest." He continued to speak even though his occupied hand was already moving to tug your underwear down to join your shorts. You giggled at how sweet Harvey sounded before a quiet moan left your lips when he began to pepper kisses on the side of your neck while he started to rub himself against the back of your ass. "Y-You're not disturbing me..." You hummed as you exposed more of your neck to Harvey, giving him more room to kiss you before another moan left your lips when your husband dipped a finger between the folds of your cunt and started to gently rub your clit.

He always touched you so tenderly, as if you were made of glass despite all the time you've spent in the mines battling monsters and all other creatures alike. You could feel yourself quickly warming up as your clit hardened in response to Harvey's touches, the doctor quickly tearing his hand away from your steadily wettening pussy to fully tug your bottoms off before he rose your leg and got back to work. You felt as if you could sink right through the mattress with how good you were feeling. "H-Honey... You blissfully sighed as you then reached a hand behind you to begin gently stroking the hard tent that had been pitched in your husband's boxers, eliciting a sharp gasp from the shy doctor before he tucked his face away into the crook of your neck that he had been kissing moments earlier.

"Y-Y/N..." He murmured against your skin. "Please—"

"Please, what?" You giggled teasingly when you felt Harvey twitch against your hand, your finger moving to teasingly tug at the waistband of his boxers in an effort to coax him to answer you. Despite both of you being married, as well as the fact that you had made it more than clear that you craved his touch and his warmth no matter the occasion or what you were previously doing. Harvey had always made it a point to ask for your consent, even if there's no use in asking for it to begin with!

Luckily, though, you didn't mind much.

It only made you want to see him unravel even more.

"Please..." He begged. "Let me feel you, fuck you, please." Without waiting for a single second, you had fully tugged Harvey's boxers down enough for his cock to spring out from his boxers. You smirked pridefully when your husband whined at your gentle touch, at how you gave him a few generous strokes before angling him at your entrance. "Well? C'mon, don't leave me—ooohhhh...!—w-waiting...fuck—H-Harvey—" Just as your eyes were fluttering closed from the feeling of Harvey suddenly piercing you with his cock, your eyes shot open to how he turned your head to face him before he pressed his lips to your own.

The featherlight touch of his mustache tickling your upper lip made you smile into the kiss, almost shy moans beginning to leave your lips as Harvey began to thrust into you.

He wasn't too big nor too small, juuussst right to fill you up and girthy enough to stretch you out, to where you were able to feel the veins of his dick rub against the sensitive walls of your cunt. "F-Fuck...honey—you feel sooooo good." He whispered against your lips, parting from you just long enough to allow you to breathe before he dived back for more. Harvey's kisses were gentle yet eager, as if each breath he stole from you wasn't enough and he was always craving for the next one.

It was similar to how he fucked you, gentle yet punctuated with a hard thrust each time he reached the base. Every batter into the deepest parts of your cunt brought you closer to your orgasm, and in combination with your sleepiness, the lack of air from Harvey's eager kissing and the pleasure from his cock...it was an easy thing to reach as you began to grip onto the back of Harvey's neck for stability. "C-Close—mmhp—"

You felt your husband's cock twitch inside of you at your words, his pace beginning to pick up even more as his moans and pants began to escape from his mouth more and more. "C-Cumming..." Harvey whined as he parted his lips from yours once more, staring into your sleepy eyes with watery yet thankful ones. "S-Sorry..." He whispered.

You chuckled, your hand moving to cup his cheek. "F-For what?"

"C-Cumming...too s-soon—Fuck—j-just wanna please you, for as long as you need."

You flashed him a gentle smile. He was always so worried about you and your pleasure. The sheer love that grew more and more in your chest accompanied with the feeling of your quickly approaching orgasm, your pussy clenching repeatedly around your husband's length and only ushering him into whimpering and letting out almost crybaby-like moans making you want more.

Moremoremore.

But you willed yourself not to be selfish.

There was time in the morning to take a little bit more from your husband. "L-Let's cum together...please?" He begged.

You didn't have to be told twice as you came with a drawn-out moan of Harvey's name, Harvey only a second behind you as his hips suddenly stilled against your pussy. The two of you basked in your shared climaxes in a comfortable silence, exchanging kisses and sweet whispers to one another as you felt Harvey soften inside of you, yet you tightened your grip on your husband suddenly when he made a move to pull out. "...Stay." You mumbled, almost embarrassed by your request.

But there was little time for you to remain embarrassed when Harvey nodded his head with a chuckle.

Shane

"Reverse Cowgirl"; "The receiving partner straddles them, with their back facing their partner, and lowers to achieve penetration."

I'm just gonna come out and say it, Shane is definitely asking you to ride him when he's too drunk to fuck you properly but way too pent up to try and sleep his boner off.

After so many times of fucking your thighs when he's drunk and horny, one day he gets fed up with doing that! Especially when all he can think about is wanting to feel your cunt wrapped around him!

And this problem is exactly how reverse cowgirl became his new position.

Both of you benefit! Not only does he get to see and knead your ass plus the both of you getting pleasure instead of it being mostly one-sided, he also gets to maintain control! If you get too cocky? He fucks right up into you and steals away your breath and that budding cockiness.

So check this idea out—Shane sitting up on the bed while lazily sipping at a beer while looking over your shoulder, watching TV. If you stop bouncing on his dick, that's another thirty minutes of him watching TV and you not cumming while he's free to creampie your cunt all night long until you make it through an entire episode without stopping!

♡ - This was the best end to his night that he could ever dream of having in his entire life.

When Shane arrived home, he was on the verge of being drunk. At the bar, he only had a couple of beers and made a point to himself to call it quits once he had hit two! Mostly for your sake, as all he wanted to do was cuddle up with you without the risk of you crinkling your nose at the smell of heavy alcohol on him. But...upon the surprise of you lying on the bed naked with a fresh pack of his favorite beer brand on the nightstand.

All of a sudden, he wished that he hadn't drunk at all if he knew you were going to do this to him! He would've had wayyyyy more fun drinking if it meant you were going to be bouncing on his cock while he lazily sipped at his drink.

And luckily for him...that's exactly what you intended on doing tonight.

"C'mon, hon', don't get lazy now," Shane grumbled as he sipped at his beer can while a random show played on the TV in your bedroom. Though, he could hardly begin to give a damn about the show that was playing as his eyes were glued to the way your ass bounced up and down on his lap, the lewd squelching noises of your pussy juices sticking to his cock making him twitch inside your cunt as if he were some hormonal teenage deep inside a cunt for the first time. "I thought tonight was supposed to be my surprise? And yet you're being so lazy..."

He smirked as he set his drink down, the feeling of your pussy clenching onto his girthy cock sending him an unneeded reminder of how much you liked him being mean to you. And with the warm buzz of alcohol rushing through his system...it only heightened his pleasure, and...in turn—his annoyance of how slow you were going. "I'm n-not being lazy..." You whined as you looked over your shoulder as you braced yourself on Shane's knees, trying to lean forward some more to put some more power into your thrusts.

The attempt would've been adorable to him if he didn't feel as if you were teasing him on purpose!

It wouldn't have been your first time riding his cock, he taught you more than well as to the proper way to ride him, as well as building your stamina to doing so more times than he could count! Thus, it was only right for him to deliver a warning slap to your ass cheek with a click of your tongue. "Do you really want me to take over?" There was more meaning to those words, if he were to take over—your pussy clenched at the idea as you once again looked over your shoulder to Shane.

And the man's eyes narrowed as he scoffed, taking another sip from his beer. "Slut." You whined when he spanked you once more. "Since y' wanna be sneaky...good luck not cumming for the entirety of my show while I creampie this greedy cunt of yours."

Your mouth dropped. "W-What!?" You gasped. "You can't—Ah!" You nearly fell forward at the force at which Shane slapped your ass, smoothenening out the pain via rubbing your ass a couple of times before he cooed to you as if you were some petulant thing. "Aww, don't regret your words now, baby. Just go thirty minutes without cummin' and you'll be free to cream and squirt on my dick allll you want—" Suddenly, a wail of a moan tore from your mouth when Shane thrust up into you, his thick cockhead battering into your spongey g-spot and effectively making you topple forward as if you were a stack of cards to a hurricane.

"Sit up." Shane set down his beer can once more before he tugged you back to sitting properly on his dick, not allowing you any leeway. "I know y' can take my dick better than this, must've been too lenient with this sloppy cunt as of late." He smirked before he took both of your wrists into one hand, pinning them to the small of your back and using it as an anchor as he fucked up into your cunt.

You swore that if you lived any closer to the town, everyone would've been able to hear your screams of pleasure as you tossed your head back to moan and whine to the ceiling. With how easily Shane was pressing his dick into your g-spot, it was impossible for you to not quickly reach your orgasm! That fine line of being on the verge of cumming leaving you on the verge on insanity as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you swore you were beginning to see a combination of white and black spots in your blurry vision.

But as soon as the intense, pussy-clenching pleasure came...it ended just as quickly.

And all with Shane laughing mockingly from behind you. "S-Shane...?"

"No cummin'." He repeated himself with a punishing thrust up into your cunt. "Don't think that this sweet surprise you put on for me is going to get you out of trouble." He snickered before he resumed his thrusts, his cock twitching inside of you as you whined at the feeling of his prominent vein dragging up alongside the walls of your cunt. Tears of frustration of being denied your orgasm, especially with how good Shane was fucking you, began to teeter on your eye line. You tried to focus on anything else to help you somehow make it through the show that Shane had randomly put on, but...it was soooooooo hard to do so when Shane's cock twitched so addictively inside of your pussy and sounded as if he were on the verge of cumming himself.

Those deep groans and grunts made you clench and tighten, each sign of your oncoming orgasm being met with a reprimanding slap to your ass. You were in an unfair fight, the pleasurable pain mixed in with everything Shane did to you...how could he expect you not to cum?!

The force of your orgams being punched out of you nearly made you pass out, your climax forcing another wail from your lungs before you felt yourself falling back and onto Shane's chest. Your chest heaved up and down, your vision unfocused and blurry as your head rested on Shane's shoulder. Shane was only gracious for so long to allow you to come down from cloud nine on your own before, when you were coherent enough to look at him.

You were met with a sharp glare. He sighed in disappointment. "Truly, when did my cute farmer become such a slut who can't follow commands?" You flashed him an apologetic smile before Shane took you off of his cock and forced you to lie face down on the bed. "Hope y' enjoyed that orgasm baby, you won't be gettin' anymore like that for the rest of the night."

[portgasdwrld]

📂Op men + them being needy

Featuring: monster trio

Warning: Suggestive, NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, english isn’t my first language

Important: Pls read my navigation before sending/commenting asks. I would love to do them, but some of y’all don’t spend two seconds trynna make sure ur ask is fine with me first 🫶🏻

Note: Y’all voted for that one and ngl i wanted to write this one, so we all share the same slutty mind. Also thank you for 100 followers 🫶🏻lm super glad that y’all are enjoying my writing💕 This took sm more time than I thought it would. Ima make a separate one for Ace whenever I have time 😭

Luffy

Luffy was laying down on his bed as you were not too far from him trying out some make up in the mirror facing his bed. He had insisted to nap with you next to him, so he had his long arm stretched around your waist lazily as you were dolling yourself up.

You hear him stir awake from his sleep as he groans and yawns loudly.

-What time is it?

He drags in a sleepy tone as he rolls to the side still covered by the sheets.

-Mmm, you only slept for an hour. You can go back to sleep baby.

You answer him as you take a quick look at your watch. You knew how he loves to sleep after he ate and especially if there isn’t much to do.

-It’s hard when you aren’t laying down next to me, I like to hug you close to mee.

He whines a little. You see him rub his eyes and softly sit between his messy sheets through the reflection of your mirror.

-I’m sorry baby, I will come later when I’m done, okay ?

You say softly as you apply a new colour of your eyeshadow palette on your eyelid. He gets closer to you, now sitting not too far behind you. His pretty dark eyes shift between your products and your face.

- What’s this, it shines~

He asks curious while pointing at your highlighter. You chuckle and open it to swipe some on the tip of your finger. You thought it would be a fun time to mess a little with him, so you swap some on top of your boob to show him. You smirk and point at your breast, showing him that it make your skin shine, when applied.

-it’s to make your skin shine, you simplify it to him.

His eyes looks down and stare at your chest. His arms unwrap from your body and with his finger he touches your skin to see if it stains his finger too and it does a little.

-Waaaw, amazing! That’s so cool

You nod with a smile and a comfortable silence falls between you two. He watches you apply your eyeshadow using multiple techniques. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and his expression gets a bit serious. He stares at you through the mirror.

-Y/n ?

-Mmm?

-I’m hard, let’s fuck.

You choke a little at his sudden straightforwardness. You take few seconds to take in what he just said, before throwing a look behind your shoulder to stare at your suddenly needy boyfriend.

-Luffy… just how ?

You ask defeated. He has the habit to get hard so randomly, not that you complained because sex with him was always more than satisfying. Though, It was just somewhat inconvenient when you were already doing something.

-I can just jerk off while you finish off, he propose seeing your unsure expression. The way he said that was so laid back that it made you giggle a little. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you??You smile fondly at him, but letting him do that would be more torture than anything else.

-Or you can cockwarm me while you finish off like we did last time.

The “last time” he was referring to, ended by you two fucking with your undone hair. You shake your head, you couldn’t say no to him. It was always tempting to have him inside of you.

He kisses the crook of your neck, dragging your name in a groan taunting you to give him an answer.

-I like the last idea more, you finally reply with a shy smile. You gaze at him through the mirror and you see him grin.

-Alright !

You stand up to throw away your panty on his bed as he stroke his dick few times before you sat on it. You both left a moan as the contact was made. You were never used at the deepness he could reach. Your legs weakly fixed your position on his laps.

-Is it okay ?

He asks making sure you were comfortable. You nod as you gaze back at him. He pecks your cheek, his brown hair slightly tickling you, before leaning his body back, now supported by his arms. The view you have is just so delicious, you are about to give up any plans your had on finishing your make up.

-Luffy, you are making this so hard for me I swear.

You let out shakily under your breath, because he clearly couldn’t stay completely still.

He laughs as he approaches his body to yours, his warm breath brushing on your neck, his eyes looks at you with excitement.

-Can I play with your boobs ?

-Luffy…

You whine almost pleading him to be kind to you and let you do your make up without so much distraction. No way you are going to hold back with him touching you like that.

-Pleaseee

-Ugh… fuck it.

I need to write a whole mirror fucking fic with him now🧎🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Zoro is going out of his mind. His usual cool and collected image is crumbling every time he breaths. His eye stare at your figure with a burning gaze. He wants you so badly right now, but it was lowkey hurting his ego to tell you directly how he felt (he’s in fact too shy, but he would never admit that to himself.)

You definitely noticed his behaviour during the day, when he let his hand rest a little too long on your ass when you hugged him or when he kept taking glances at your boobs peeking from the low cut of your shirt.

You didn’t want to give it to him so easily without him openly saying that he wanted you. It was no fun otherwise. So you teased him all day, acting all clueless to his advances. It was until he snapped and pulled you into his room late in the afternoon.

-You have been so fucking annoying all day. You really enjoy acting all dumb when you want to.

-I dont know what you are talking about?

You reply with an innocent stare as you unconsciously bite your lips quickly and look up to him. He groans as he climbs on top of you on the bed, his large and strong body towering you was already enough to make your head dizzy. He leans his face few inches in front of yours. Your nose filled up with the scent of his cologne.

-You want to keep playing this ?

- Admit it.

-Admit what ?

He gulps with furrowed eyebrows. You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull the green haired man closer teasing the proximity of your lips to his.

-Admit that you want me.

You whisper with the same smile glued to your lips. Zoro eye slightly widen but he presses his lips on yours without adding another word, but you are fast to push him away by pressing upward your hands on his chest.

-Come on, baby~ You can’t even admit something so little ?

You pout as you knew his competitive ass wouldn’t take it and he would eventually get frustrated, and maybe give up.

-I will treat you so well if you do, I just need to hear it~

You continue hoping it would cheer your shy boyfriend to speak the words. You know he’s not the best with expressing his emotions, but god it felt good to see him all tensed because he wanted to fuck you so badly. You travel your fingers up his neck, brushing fading hickeys you left on him few days ago.

You see him sigh as he straightens his upper body. You give him a confused look for a moment, but it disappears when his lips curve into his familiar smirk.

He let his body fall next to you and you feel his strong arm slide under your waist. He pulls you against him and with his other arms, he props your body on top of his. You sit not too far from his hips area. He places his hands on each side of your hips and he gives a light spank on your ass earning a small surprised moan from you.

-What are you doing? I thought I was clear babe.

You say while crossing your arms under your chest. He chuckles and push your hips on top of his bulge. You could feel he was starting to get hard.

-I want you, so be good now and ride me.

You smile happy to hear it finally from him, but he still found a way to make it an order, so it earned a small giggle from you.

-What’s funny?

-Nothing. I said I will treat you right, so let me take care of you.

You said while going down on him. You pulled down his pants to reveal his half hard dick. You took it in your hand and with your thumb you spread the precum all over his tip while giving it few strokes with your other hand. You give few licks to tease him a little, but you shortly after wrap your plump lips around his cock. He hiss as his fingers brush away the hair in front of your eyes that was blocking his view.

-Fuck, just like that

He groans as he places his hand on top of your head trying to make you take more of his length. You let him do as he wishes, as you wanted tonight to be focused on him. He pushes his cock until it was deep enough into your throat that it was painfully hitting the back of it. Tears were starting to form into your eyes as you look up at him. He leaves a low moan and let his head fall behind as he give a lazy thrust into your mouth. He let go of your head not trying to hurt you and you take that chance to remove it from your mouth and breath.

-Shit, you’re so big

You pant with a heavy breath as you stroke his dick up and down using your spit. He smirk at your compliment and you don’t let him reply as you dive his cock into your mouth once again, sucking harshly getting a loud groan out of his mouth.

You torture his dick like this for few minutes as you take him deeply into your throat and suck harshly on his dick by also teasing his slit with your tongue. He was a moaning mess and honestly it’s been a while since you saw him so vocal about the pleasure he was feeling, that it was soaking your panties.

You stroke him with both of your hands as your mouth was sucking his tip and with the help of few thrust, he came into your mouth. You swallowed everything with a funny face and flashed your tongue at him so he could see. You then removed your shorts and panties along with your top, leaving you naked on top of him.

-I should let you suck me off like this more often.

-Yeah, well if I didn’t have to beg all the time to have your cock, I would suck you even upside down.

You retort as you position yourself on top of his dick, ready to slide him in you. Zoro roll his eye at your comment, but he grabs your thighs tightly, anticipating the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

You chuckle seeing him waiting for you to put it inside of you, in silence. You lean and give him a peck on his forehead with a soft smile. Your boyfriends cheeks blushed as he gives you a bit of a “wtf” stare.

-So eager, are we baby?

Sanji

Sanji was smoking outside as his body was leaning against the railing of the ship. His fluffy blond hair brushed by the cold breeze of the early night. His gaze seems lost in a trail of thoughts that only him will know about. You smile to yourself when you finally find your boyfriend.

« It’s a cold night, but lucky me I have someone to cuddle to keep me warm » you say, startling him a little.

He smiles as he recognizes your voice immediately. Sanji doesn’t hide the way his eyes enjoy savouring the view of your body in this little black silk dress. It was his favourite. The dress is so short that he could just bend you over the rail and he would not only have a great view of your pussy, but he could also easily take you there.

Why was it so easy for you to drive him crazy ? Just you being such an effortlessly beautiful women was enough to make his thoughts foggy. It wasn’t too fair for his heart and his dick.

-You are going to catch a cold, my love. Come here.

He finally replies while opening his arms. You rush a little into his embrace, loving the way his body’s warmth and the mix of his cologne and the cigarette’s smog fill your nose and senses. He presses his body against yours and you let the back of your head rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders after throwing his cigarette in the ocean.

-How did you find tonight’s dinner, chérie?

-It was delicious as always darling.

You whisper enjoying the tranquility on the boat for once. Sanji hums in response as he let his hairy chin slightly tickle your neck. His lips brush your ear as his warm breath tickles your neck.

-You know you make me a mad man when you wear this.

-Do I?

You answer with a chuckle honestly forgetting how your boyfriend had a particular liking in this night dress. He loves everything you wear anyways so for you it didn’t change much, but as he presses his dick on your lower back, you kinda get what he’s leading to.

You feel his lips move to your neck where he presses them, where he sucks and bites your skin, leaving proof of his love on it.

-I wouldn’t mind dessert at this hour

He mumbles as his arms find a rest now on your breast. He presses his hips closer to your body and you do him the grace of slightly grinding your ass against his bulge.

-What do you mean?

You ask him playing dumb. It was so fun to tease Sanji. He was always so enthusiastic whenever something concerned you.

-I want to fuck you, darling

He continues as his unwrap your body from his arms. His fingers slide down your waist to tease the hem of your short dress. He let them wonder beneath it, feeling the softness of your ass. A gasp left your mouth when his cold fingers press against your clothed core.

-I could just bend you over this rail and fuck you so good, hmm?

He pushes his digits under your panty and let his fingers get coated of your juices before letting them slide upward where he pinches your clit. A moan leaves your throat loudly and you quickly bite your lips to stop any more sounds to come out.

You two could honestly get caught at any moment that someone decides to exit their room, but the thought itself made you even more wet.

-S-sanji, we could get caught..

-I know, but I can’t help myself when you look this good. I want you so badly that I don’t care about the rest.

He retorts with a heavy sigh as he continues to play with clit. He then opt to dive one of his long fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep any sounds in, but he was making it so hard for you when he was moving so fast.

-Fuck, Sanji. Please fuck me.

You whine as your body naturally leans on the rail. Sanji other hand pushes your lower back to create a curve that earn a groan from his mouth.

Your boyfriend closes the distance pushing now a second finger deeper inside of you. His pace is fast and precise, trying his best to listen to the way your body react to the spot he touches inside of you. Sanji does still keep an eye out in case someone catches you two though..

Hitting all the right spots and playing with your clits with his other hand, you feel your climax approaching. With a last thrust of his finger and some dirty word whispered, you cum all over his fingers, staining his black pants a little.

-You’re insane..

You let out as you try to catch your breath. He smirks and give you a back hug, leaving plenty of kisses on your necks and collarbone.

-let’s go back to our room, so you take care of me~

[pyxxiestyxx]

Class-D

"Umm....?"

You stare at the affini sitting across from you, who is sipping casually from a large mug of tea.  She had grown close to you over the last year, but the last few weeks in particular had been...more?  She suddenly seemed intent on pushing you towards florethood, and more specifically towards one of the more...simple lifestyles.

'There are as many ways to be a floret as there are florets', as the saying goes.  You considered yourself an outgoing and independent type, one who had (with effort and support) gone far, despite any neurodivergencies that often ground progress to a slow crawl.  But the way Ea would look at you...the things she said...well, like what she JUST said, for example.

"I'm merely suggesting that you give it a try, dear.  No contracts, no implants...unless you want those.  I'm referring to something a bit simpler."

You frown, crossing your arms.  "And what exactly do you have in mind, Ea?"

A brilliantly red flower blossoms before your lips, the needles tip glistening green.  "I give you a Class-D, of course.  One that prevents those pesky inhibitions and falsehoods from getting in the way.  And then you and I can chat a little, and I may ask you to do a few things, to see if they make you feel good.  Is that really so dangerous, sweetie?"

"I..." Yes, of course it was...was what you wanted to say.  But if it really was just a Class-D, then it wouldnt change your mind.  They were there to reveal the truth, and the truth of the matter was that you were capable and competent, and it's about time she figured that out.  Sighing, you roll up your sleeve and extend your arm, wincing as the injection slips into your skin.  The verdant drug travels up your arm and to your brain, and an....interesting feeling seems to settle on you.  Not the fresh-out-of-a-dryer blanket of a Class-A, but a slightly warm sheet, perhaps.  You blink a few times, then look at Ea expectantly.

She gently snaps her fingers at you, then points at the floor next to her seat.  "No no, darling.  We aren't going to one-half ass it here.  I intend to show you what I mean, through actions as much as words."

You gawk at her, blushing furiously.  "But...but I don't want to do that!"

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing!"

Ea tilts her head, a coy look passing through violet eyes.  "The only one who thinks it is embarrassing is you, petal.  No one else in this case will care in the least, and you already know what I think you need." She smiles. "If it helps, just think of it as me...coercing you into it.  If anyone asks, you can explain that you didn't have a choice here."

You squint your eyes at her, but your gaze soon follows her arm down to her pointed finger.  Crumbs, she really was serious.  You look around the cafe again, noting how the others weren't even looking your way.

Blushing, you let yourself go limp, flowing off the lip of the seat and into a kneel as you shuffle towards her spot.  When you arrive, you keep your gaze firmly fixed to the left, your hands grasping themselves out of a need to hold onto something.

You wait for her to speak...but she stays silent.  She waits until you give in, until you sneak a glance at her, and only then does she cup your cheek in one large hand as she whispers, "Good Pet."

"I...y-you...it-" she slides her hand over your mouth, preventing the words from haphazardly tumbling out.

"Sweetheart, I said we would chat.  I never said you would get to use people words~"

The hand returns to your cheek, a thumb gently brushing across your lips as she smiles triumphantly.  "Now then, pet.  You are a wonderfully skilled sophont, make no mistake.  But a trained pet is still a pet, honey.  And not everything trained into you is Good."

You open your mouth to protest...only to let the words die in your throat at the warning in her eyes.  Instead, the softest little slip of a whimper manages to drip from your tongue.

Ea smiles wider, her other hand joining the first on your head as she begins to pet you, long firm pulls of her fingers through your hair.  "You know that you push yourself too hard, don't you?  That you keep moving, because the inertia is part of how you stay upright.  You need the constant motion, because you're worried that as soon as you slow down, you'll topple over and shatter."

You try to deny it.  You try to disprove it.  But in the end, you are forced to admit it to yourself:

She's right.

She gently brushed a tear from the corner of your eye, softer than the petals of her flowers.  "But that needn't happen, honey.  Not if you have an Owner to care for you, and hold you close, and keep you safe.  You know this too, don't you?"

You did.  You do.  And it hurts.  And it heals.

Your eyes make a desperate plea towards her, though for what, you aren't sure.  She seemed to be waiting for it, though, because her eyes glow golden ichor.  "And so, since you are being honest with me, I shall be in turn with you.  I will not wait a single second longer to give you what you want, need, crave.  You are my pet, honey.  I will Own you, I will train you, I will condition away any independence and wrestle your thoughts into simple submission.  I want you to speak the truth, now. Use those cute little words to present the desires nestled in your heart, pet. I will take them as thanks, as a promise, as everything...

"You're mine, pet."

Her hand brushes one last time over your head as it makes its way to the back of your neck, tracing a line where you know the implant will soon reside.  You shudder as she presses down, down, Down, pushing your face into her vines as you finally are honest with yourself and admit what you realize you always wanted, always needed.

"Yes, Miss."

[nakylvr]

Re reading you Dani x trans masc reader and was wondering if you could write the first time we are having sex after reader came out and the reaction of Dani calling us papi? 👀

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well ofc 🤓 sorry that this took a hot minute

— PILLOW TALK 🛡️

warnings/tags: nsfw content, language, established relationship, transmasc!reader, dom!reader, sub!daniela, papi kink, strap on referred to as cock, dirty talk, degradation, not proofread

minors dni

"god, you're so fucking hot."

staring down at your girlfriend who's laid out under you, you rub the tip of your strap up and down her dripping wet pussy, smiling at the way she whimpers when you start pushing in.

"yn, don't tease," daniela whines, her voice desperate after the amount of teasing you've done.

"i'm just taking my time, baby," you say, smiling down at her as you push all the way in.

daniela's eyes squeeze shut when you're fully buried deep inside her, her nails digging into your arm trying to tug you down closer to her. "baby, please. i need you so bad."

"awe, i know." you let her pull you closer, using your forearms to keep you up while slowly starting to move your hips. "don't worry, i'll give you whatever you want." you kiss her quickly.

quiet whimpers leave the latina's mouth when you start moving at a slow pace, her arms hooking around your neck and grabbing your hair in a tight fist. "f-fuck, yn– fuck me, please. please, baby i need you," she whines into your ear.

a quiet hiss of pain leaves your mouth at the tight grip she holds on your hair, doing your best to nod your head with the stinging pain. you start building your pace, your hips soon snapping against hers in a steady rhythm that has her moaning loudly underneath you. "that's my girl, let me hear those pretty noises," you whisper, smiling down at her.

"oh my god– please, please don't stop! mmnf–fuck, papi," daniela whimpers the last word, not even realizing it had came out from the overwhelming amount of what she was feeling.

your eyes widen when you hear her, your body freezing in place stopping your movements, causing her to whine. "what did you say?" you ask her.

daniela's eyes open when you stop moving, her face turning bright red when she realizes the word that slipped out of her mouth. "nothing," she quickly shakes her head, judging your response as a negative one. but seeing the way your eyes darkened at her denying it had her believing otherwise. "i-i didn't mean to–"

"say it again."

the latina's eyes were now wide at your reply and the low tone in your voice, her mouth running dry while staring up at you. "what?" her voice is quiet as she she speaks.

"say it. again." you repeat yourself, more demanding this time. "say it or i'll leave you like this, dripping onto the sheets like a little slut."

your words make daniela squirm around under you, knowing you're serious about wanting her to repeat it. "please don't leave me like this, papi," she whimpers.

"fuck," you let out in a single breath. you start moving your hips again, quickly starting to thrust into her with a newfound strength and desire. "my dirty little slut, you gonna be a good girl for me? let papi fuck you like the toy you are?"

loud gasps and moans instantly start leaving daniela's mouth when you start pounding into her, nodding her head feverishly to your words. "ye-yes, papi. 'm your– fuck!– little s-slut– oh my god!" her eyes roll to the back of her head, squeezing shut with her hand tugging on your hair.

"god, baby, look at you," you say, starting to leave kisses along her neck, biting down and sucking on the reddened skin, feeling her whine as you push your cock deeper inside her. "so good for me, letting me use you like this. shit, hermosa. you sound so pretty. you like my cock filling you up?"

"yes, god yes!" she nods quickly, her hips moving to meet your thrusts. "you fill me up so good, baby, shit!" she gasps when you bite down on her pulse point and start sucking harshly on it.

"that's right, baby– take all of it– take that big dick like a good slut," you pant heavily against her neck while continuing to leave bites and bruises that'll remain for the next few days. "so fuckin' good for me." you move one of your hands down between her legs, finding her swollen clit and beginning to rub tight circles on it.

daniela's back arches at your fingers on her clit, her moans getting more desperate and louder at how rough you were handling her. her hands slide from your hair down to your back, her nails scratching down leaving red marks soon to sting. her eyes lock with yours, and she feels her head spin at the smirk you give her, screwing her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the pillow. "mmnh, 'm so close," she whimpers.

"yeah?" you pick up the pace of your thrusts, the sound of the bed creaking underneath you getting louder along with her moans. "you wanna cum on my cock? hm?"

"yes! yes, yes, please, papi, please 'm gonna cum!" she begs in a whiney voice, feeling her climax getting closer and closer.

"go on, baby." you smile down at her. "cum all over my cock like a good girl."

with a few more thrusts, daniela was shaking under you with her orgasm washing over her like a wave, coating the toy and dripping out of her when you pulled out. she breathed heavily, her hair sticking to her forehead as her body glistened under the dim lighting in the room.

"you did so good, baby," you say softly, pressing a kiss on her lips. "i love you."

daniela wraps her arms around your neck to pull you closer, putting her face in your neck. "i love you too."

"let's take a shower, yeah? then we can lay down," you tell her, pressing another kiss on her head.

"okay," she mumbles.

[kenomacreature]

A META-HISTORY OF ELYSIUM CORONA MUNDI

Chronicling (almost) everything we know about the development of Robert Kurvitz's quasi-sacral object complex

This post represents an attempt to gather (almost) all the reliable public info we have about the broader worldbuilding of Elysium Corona Mundi (the series to which Disco Elysium and Sacred and Terrible Air belong) and how it developed over time into one place, presented more or less chronologically and in a way accessible to fans unacquainted with the, shall we say, more arcane lore of Elysium. In the original incarnation of this post, basically every sentence was scrupulously referenced; however, referencing is a major pain in the ass on tumblr, so instead I just have a broad list of sources at the bottom and if you want to inquire any further into a specific claim you can just message me.

I'll also warn readers that the sections discussing the Torson & McLaine campaign and the (currently cancelled) sequel to Disco Elysium contain potential (albeit relatively minor) spoilers for the planned plot of that game. The creators still hope to make that game one day, so if you want to go in totally blind, you know what to avoid.

Evermier

The first serious worldbuilding project that Robert Kurvitz embarked on dates back to at least the year 1997. It was developed with his childhood friends in Estonia, including later Elysium worldbuilders Martin Luiga, Argo Tuulik and Kaspar Kalvet, and went by the name Evermier. This was a medieval fantasy setting formed around a tabletop roleplaying system that Robert Kurvitz and Martin Luiga have referred to as “bootleg Finnish Dungeons and Dragons,” but which Argo Tuulik suspects was actually a Powered by the Apocalypse framework. The vast majority of the boys’ time with Evermier was not spent actually playing any campaigns, but rather formulating the setting and mechanics (both Argo and Luiga ended up never participating in a roleplaying session of Evermier). Argo splits the time spent conceiving Evermier into two broad periods – one he dubs “Evermier 1.0,” which stuck close to traditional Dungeons and Dragons – and one dubbed “Evermier 2.0,” where no tabletop campaigns were ever actually played and all the time was spent system-building. Argo estimates this latter period lasted some 2-3 years.

Scope creep quickly hit the project, with character sheets evolving into whole character books. Luiga alleges that that “the wizard book” was supposed to have 350 spells altogether, each with at least a half-page story about the spell, in prose, and that “about a healthy third of the book got done in the end.” Argo gives a different number, stating that early estimates for it had more like 900 spells, but agrees that two-thirds of each page would’ve been reserved for “juicy literary stuff” about the spell in question while the rest of the page was dedicated to stats, and says that Luiga and Kaspar wrote a lot of excellent stuff for these spells.

Argo says there were about twenty different schools of technology (such as “metallurgy” and “optics”), at least twelve classes of mages, and “so many” subclasses of elves. There was also a subclass of dwarf that, instead of being stocky, chubby and bearded like traditional dwarves, were veiny and more like “Russian miners.” When implementing necromancers, Robert “zoned in on this soul aspect,” which later became the basis for Elysium’s pale. Argo describes these necromancers as “hobbits, but with these little lanterns that guide spirits or souls from this massive fog.” Luiga places the invention of this “fog of death with whom some could communicate” as happening late in Evermier’s development and likewise considers it a primitive precursor to what would become the pale.

The worldbuilders spent a lot of time gearing up for an ultimate roleplaying session that never ended up materializing, but their artist friend Jüri Saks drew illustrations in anticipation of it, including character portraits. Luiga’s character was a “sickle-elf” whose class was called “saint.” This saint character was a handsome elf with small pointy ears and a neat little beard, who wielded two “light swords” (possibly katanas), and a crossbow called Crucifix on his back. The character was from a “grim northern land” and was a “religious lunatic type” who believed in a “grim, monotheistic God.” Argo alleges that Luiga related to this character so much that it almost became a part of his persona; he “developed this mode that sometimes when we were drinking he happened to slip in, where he would start judging people. I would like to say that it still remained within the boundaries of normalcy, but uh, unfortunately it didn’t.”

Kaspar Kalvet at some point played an archer character named Minor Mortifer (“Small Death-bringer”), and there was also a dwarf king named Fuirum Thundergate.

According to Luiga, the name “Elysium” was suggested by someone on the dragon.ee forums, but it took half a year for Robert to start seriously considering it. This was back when the setting was still a medieval fantasy world. Luiga and Argo both agree that the historicized Elysium as we know it now was born around the time when Robert decided to get rid of fantasy races, because – as Argo puts it – “they were kind of stupid.” With this decision, Evermier underwent a modernization process of sorts, an attempt to bring the setting closer to real life, where many other fantasy elements were stripped away in favor of more realistic representations of cultures, mostly in the form of nations. Argo says that many of the fantasy races transformed over the course of this process into the nations of Elysium – the dwarves became the nations of Graad, the elves became the great desert isola of Iilmaraa (formerly Armaghast, a nod to Dan Simmons’ Hyperion, still referenced to this day with Iilmaraa’s Erg desert), the night-elves or star-elves eventually became Seol, and the snow-elves became Katla (which apparently has not changed too much since the Evermier days, and whose namesake is the dragon in Astrid Lindgren’s novel The Brothers Lionheart). Among the first innovations of the new modernized setting was the concept of floating magnet trains, later described in Sacred and Terrible Air.

After the Evermier setting had been discarded, many of its ideas ended up being repurposed into historical periods within the new historicized Elysium setting.

The Elysium tabletop campaigns

Between the years 2003 – 2007, three tabletop campaigns were played in the then newly formed Elysium setting. These all took place in Revachol during the Current Century and featured Robert as dungeon master. The first campaign seems to have been called Soul Milton’s World Autumn, the second one Riget and the final one known simply as Torson & McLaine, or alternatively the RCM campaign. The first two were played at Robert’s old apartment in the concrete block project at Mustamäe, while the third one was played in the house of Luiga's dad, which the three later lived together in following his death.

Soul Milton’s World Autumn

Of the three campaigns, Soul Milton’s is arguably the one most shrouded in mystery as it stands. It took place in Revachol and Martin Luiga played the titular character Soul Milton. The character has been described as “one of the cornerstones of the Elysium mythos” and an “aspiring world-historical person.” By the time of the campaign, Milton seems to have become an amnesiac as a result of “suppressing his own mind to protect himself from his enemies,” and in this process apparently also adopted a disguise by “putting another skin on himself” (what precisely that means, we don't know). He was “very rich” and came from a well-off family, had a complicated and possibly romantic relationship with his sister and was a “politician slash businessman” who “wanted to be the innocence of consumerism.” As it turns out, the enemies who were chasing him were the Therriers of Elysium’s final innocence, Ambrosius Saint-Miro (a major figure in both Sacred and Terrible Air and Full-Core State Nihilist, to be discussed later), who Soul Milton met at one point. Saint-Miro apparently told him that “there has never been an innocence who is also not an innocence.” This encounter places the Soul Milton campaign firmly after the events of Disco Elysium, possibly in the late Fifties or Sixties. During this campaign, Argo played Soul Milton’s horse carriage driver, a man by the name of Elroy Quint Duval.

Also associated with Soul Milton are two other characters. Before Sacred and Terrible Air was conceived, Robert had planned to tell the story of Elysium in three books; one starring Soul Milton, another starring a character named Dister, and the third a character named Dallasz.

Dister, or Marius Dijsters, was an extraphysicist and published author hailing from Oranje. He was a son of diplomats, one of them the grand ambassador of Oranje on Iilmaraa. He seems to have been a significant enough figure to have an entire strand of thought – Disterism – named after him (mentioned in the inside covers of Sacred and Terrible Air), and like Soul Milton, he had an antagonistic relationship with Ambrosius (as made apparent by an incident where he was threatened by the innocence’s Therriers at age 25). He is also apparently involved in some way with Theo Van Kok (of Sacred and Terrible Air fame), along with a Paul Messier (presumably the husband of Disco Elysium's Joyce Messier), apparently the beneficiary of such prestigious titles as "Enemy of the Press '67" and "Worst Person of the Year '67."

Information is rather scant on Dallasz, but during the making of Disco Elysium, there were plans to repurpose him into another project, a comic book named Mercurio Dallasz and the Twelve Kojkos which was going to be illustrated by Aleksander Rostov. This project unfortunately fell through, but we know the premise: a band of kojkos under Dallasz’s leadership attempt to assassinate innocence Saint-Miro. This was presumably an Inglourious Basterds type affair. 

Riget

“It’s better to die in the Kingdom than live in a shithole.”

This was the tagline of Elysium’s second tabletop campaign, Riget, whose name is Danish for “kingdom” and was taken from Lars von Trier’s mini-series of the same name. Once more, the setting was Revachol, but this time it was limited to a peculiar part of it: Le Royaume (French for, again, “the Kingdom”) a vast network of dungeons and burial chambers two kilometers beneath the city, housing ancient ruins and remnants (quite possibly of the Seraseolitic civilization mentioned in Disco Elysium), along with treasures such as bioluminescent plants which have adapted to living in total darkness. The stars of this campaign were three impoverished children, all between the ages of 10-12 and members of a gang named “Earthworms,” who decided to venture down into the catacombs in search of valuable artifacts to sell. At some point, these kids somehow found themselves unable to get out of Le Royaume, supposedly trapped underground by demons who sought to use the children as vessels to escape back to the surface. When this campaign was being played, demons were still a part of the setting and haunted the halls of the underground network, along with monsters – such as the armakhaan beast, also known as Lelo Lelo, a terrifying blind and flightless hunter killer bird which was a mix between the xenomorph and cassowary. As for whether demons are still part of the setting in any way; both Argo and Luiga's statements are too ambiguous to reach any firm conclusion. Argo does note that the concept of 'demons' connotes something subtly different in Estonian than the scary red guys in popular Western culture, and are more like a primordial evil.

In the campaign, Argo played a boy named Miron, whose nickname was ‘Sneaker’, while Luiga played Joschka, a crippled boy with a bad leg. During the campaign, individual roleplaying sessions with Robert were held where the players’ stories evolved in parallel without them being kept on the same page. Each of them would get info the others were not privy to: Argo’s was that Joschka is unaware of the fact that he’s not considered a true member of the gang; in reality, he’s an outcast generally considered a weird, creepy weakling, and was only brought on for his lockpicking and mechanical skills.

Eventually, the Riget campaign got quite far into “Lord of the Flies territory.” Near the end, Sneaker and the third boy (played by another friend) conspired to kill Joschka deep underground.

Torson & McLaine

The worldbuilders continued to refine the roleplaying mechanics they were working with for the campaigns. By the time of Riget, the basics of the Metric system had been introduced, with the now familiar INT, PSY, FYS, and MOT. But according to Argo it was the RCM campaign, known principally as the Torson and McLaine campaign, which was “the first mature cycle of Elysium storytelling.” It took place, once more, in Revachol – this time in a ghetto called Jamrock, named after a Damian Marley song, and was focused on the goings on in Station 51 (renamed Precinct 41 by the time of Disco Elysium), the RCM’s lone precinct in Jamrock. The campaign took large amounts of inspiration from the TV series The Shield and its depiction of corrupt police officers and the intermingling of gang warfare and state-sanctioned violence. A central concept was: the cops are a gang, and the gangs are cops.

The RCM campaign began on a sort of prologue session, wherein Argo and Luiga played characters named Antwone Novak and Trinidad Tranquile respectively, two junior officers newly recruited into the RCM. Antwone was a “petit bourgeois type,” whereas Trinidad was a young communist who had recently been given time off work due to excessive violence. Luiga describes him:

He worked at a meat shop that belonged to Carson Torsson, Mack Torson’s dad, and had a system of stealing from work in order to ‘adequately compensate for his labour’. He also liked to practice a crude type of critical theory in the vein of ‘this building has been made that large to humiliate me, to show off with a power greater than me, to scare me into submission’. And he had a system of smoking no more than five cigarettes per day to cut down on smoking costs — Kim’s single cigarette habit might be a distant echo of that. He had, I think, a 7 in PSY (at least 5) and 2 in INT and mediocre physical stats, the core system was pretty much set by then.

At the end of this prologue session, Station 51 became the target of a terrorist attack. We don’t know much about the perpetrators beyond them being “Church of Evil type guys” in Luiga’s words, but the dice was rolled badly and Antwone and Trini both ended up dying in a “horsebombing” attack, falling onto the bridge outside the station.

Map of Station 51, located in a repurposed steel mill.

Going forward, Argo and Luiga had to find new characters to play, and they ended up going with ones they had earlier conceptualized, half-jokingly, on one of their many walks around Tallinn from parties and other events, since public transportation was notoriously unreliable. These characters were Chester McLaine, played by Luiga, and Mack “the Torso” Torson, played by Argo. Torson was derived in half from Vic Mackey, the protagonist of the Shield, and half from Argo’s own personality. Argo says that Luiga put his own personality into Chester as well, but isn’t sure where the other half of that character came from.

The main plot of the campaign centered on a revenge operation against those who perpetrated the attack on Station 51. In the second session of the campaign, Torson and McLaine are involved in a church raid; though Argo takes care to mention that he doesn’t think this is the church raid mentioned in Disco Elysium, and that it’s not a Dolorian Church but rather the “Armed Church of Saint-Michelle.” Among the tasks of Torson and McLaine were gathering “guns and drugs” for the “big revenge operation.”

Mack Torson was an idiotic body builder, an admirer of Lieutenant John “the Archetype” McCoy, the Station’s resident mass murderer, and altogether “way too stupid to concentrate on the main plot and politics of the police station,” focusing his attention instead on matters like “how to get it on with the captain’s secretary and tattooing the word ‘Jamrock’ on his body hundreds of times over.” Chester McLaine was a little more perceptive, wondering about things such as “what the hell is going on with the armour maker or Nix Gottlieb,” but was still an all-around uncritical person who put a lot of stock into “loving the captain” and “being a communist memebot.” McLaine was also “a sword guy,” since at this point in the worldbuilding swords were still viable weapons, with guns being slow to reload. Torson and McLaine lived together, along with two other cops, Sundance Fischer and Elfboy Williams. “Elfboy’s thing was being the dexterity bro, in which he continually lost to McLaine, and Sundance’s thing was having a fat ass and cleaning his guns all the time.” Torson had a wife named Tessa Torson, and later in life both Chester and Mack would apparently raise adopted daughters, Tessa and Triss (whether these Tessas are separate characters or represent the same character at different stages of development is unclear; Argo and Luiga seem to contradict each other, unless there's something very weird going on).

Torson and McLaine both regularly abused their powers, as RCM officers in general were prone to do, and in their heads they were justified in doing so. A highlight of the RCM campaign had been sessions dubbed “the Ballad of Chad Tilbrooks and Émile Mollins,” centering on two junior officers who were ritually abused and exploited by the older members of their station, including Torson and McLaine. At one point, Torson and McLaine were also involved in an interrogation of a local religious figurehead which devolved into mutilation torture, which only the “bullet-lobotomized” officer Damien “44” Latrec called out for what it was (enthusiastically). The interrogation ended up being ineffective as the religious leader simply “retreated into a happy place inside his head.”

The Captain of Station 51, Ptolemaios Pryce, was immensely respected and glorified by its officers, whereas the station’s lazareth Nix Gottlieb, while also respected, was generally resented and found hard to tolerate for being “an absolute horrible cunt.” In spite of this, Nix Gottlieb was known to have a curious friendship with Pryce, talking alone with him in the Captain’s office long into the night. This fact regularly perplexed the officers of Station 51.

Eventually, at some point in the campaign, Torson and McLaine would come to the focal point of the story, when they make a shocking discovery: the reason for Pryce and Gottlieb’s strange friendship is that they are both members of the top-secret underground anarchist organization the Ultra, and not only are plans underway for a national liberation movement freeing Revachol from Coalition control, known as THE RETURN, but the two have set their sights on a much larger goal: world revolution. 

The novel cycle

No more campaigns were played in the Elysium world after 2007, when the boys stopped playing the RCM campaign (with the story unfinished). Robert Kurvitz instead shifted his attention to writing a book in the Elysium universe. Eventually the plan became for it to be the opening to a cycle of novels, totaling eight altogether. We have the English titles of each book and their epigraphs, along with the order of the series, from a post by Kurvitz on the dragon.ee forums.

They are as follows:

#0 A SACRED AND TERRIBLE AIR My heart will not rest until it rests in you. - St. Augustine

#1 THE COUNTERMEASURES What am I searching for in your dreams? I am not searching. I am merely cleaning up. - Christian Emmerich

#2 NO TRUCE WITH THE FURIES Man-kind, be vigilant! We loved you. - Julius Fučik

#3 MADRUGADA It must be lit as dreams, by lightning flashes only. - Witold Gombrowicz

#4 TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE DAYS REMAINING Evening brings the child back to the arms of the mother. - Sappho

#5 COALITION WARSHIP I don’t want to be in no indie shit. I want to be in the big ones. I want to be in the ones that matter. - Mickey Rourke

#6 WE ARE THE WAITING What remains, is longing for something completely different. - Luis Althusser

#7 INDIFFERENCE A great silence, some low pressure front is forming. - Arvi Siig

Sacred and Terrible Air was eventually released in Estonian back in 2013, and after the success of Disco Elysium plans were made to translate the book into English. Rumor goes that this translation was very far along or even finished, but unfortunately all plans for releasing this translation to the public have been halted with the ongoing legal dispute.

Fortunately, dedicated fans have taken it upon themselves to translate the book into English for those particularly interested. The most successful translation by far is the one by Group Ibex, which still receives updates to this day.

Read it here.

Full-Core State Nihilist

Many don’t know that Sacred and Terrible Air is actually not the only written work predating Disco Elysium. Before even Sacred and Terrible Air was released, Martin Luiga wrote a short story later given the English title Full-Core State Nihilist, which was uploaded to the old ZA/UM blog. While obviously not as meaty a text as Sacred and Terrible Air, it deals with some overlapping themes and gives us our first proper window into the nation of Mesque, so important to the broader narrative of Elysium.  

Full-Core State Nihilist was later heavily edited and uploaded to nihilist.fm, another blog site which many of the ZA/UM members were active on.

Finally, in 2022, Martin Luiga translated the Estonian story, basing his English version on the original ZA/UM blog version, and uploaded it to Medium. This translation itself could be seen as a third edit of the story, featuring new references to Disco Elysium.

(As it happens, I have also arrogantly taken it upon myself to create my own translation of this brilliant story, which combines elements from all three versions, and is an attempt to render the prose in slightly less idiosyncratic English, closer to the “house style” of Disco Elysium, while remaining heavily informed by Luiga’s own translation.)

You can find Luiga’s translation here and my version here.

THE RETURN

In 2014, Robert Kurvitz pitched an idea to his friend and associate, novelist and businessman Kaur Kender, to turn the Torson & McLaine roleplaying campaign into a full-fledged video game for PC. The pitch proposed a 3000 EUR investment to produce a vision document, with design and artwork handled by Aleksander Rostov and Juri Saks, detailing the setting, plot, game mechanics and art style. In 2015, this document was finished, and by this time a provisional name for the project seems to have been settled on: THE RETURN.  

This vision document reveals that the game was once planned to feature turn-based tactical combat. The plan was also for the player to create their own character from certain “archetypes,” each with different personalities, talents and appearances. Over time it became clear that these plans were too ambitious; by 2016 the archetypes had been narrowed down into a single character – the “disgrace to the uniform” Harry du Bois – and the prologue chapter of his story, set in Martinaise, was split off into its own game. This smaller project received the title that originally was given to the third novel in the planned cycle (which was almost certainly anticipated to center around the story of Precinct 41 in the year ’51) – NO TRUCE WITH THE FURIES.

No Truce became Disco Elysium and the rest, as they say, is history. But unlike many fans who view Disco as a singular statement that needs no further comment, the developers were far from done with the world they had created. The dominant internal view, especially among the original worldbuilders, was that Disco Elysium was merely a minor project to get ZA/UM’s foot through the proverbial gate. Work on the true game – the one they had wanted to create all along – could finally begin now.

As far as we know, the plot of the game would’ve stuck fairly closely to the events of the Torson & McLaine roleplaying campaign. The game was to open with an attack on Precinct 41, and the rest of the game would’ve been a revenge story of sorts. Players would assume control of Harry again, and this time his primary partner would be Jean Vicquemare, although there would be an assortment of other potential party members. The map would be at least four times bigger and set in Jamrock.

Plot points which would be explored in the sequel had already been set up in Disco Elysium – among these are Pryce and Gottlieb’s revolution, Le Royaume, Edgar Claire, and La Puta Madre. Cuno and Cunoesse would’ve featured as returning characters; not much is known about how Cuno and Kim would’ve been integrated into the game given how variable their endings in Disco Elysium are, but Argo says that he would’ve insisted on Cuno returning. X7 – the now-cancelled DLC project which Argo worked on for the remainder of his time at ZA/UM after Robert, Rostov and Helen were ousted from the company, would’ve featured Cuno as the protagonist. Meanwhile, Cunoesse was planned to reappear in THE RETURN as a leader of a gang of kids in Le Royaume, according to Martin Luiga.

Obviously, the characters of Precinct 41 would've featured heavily, and we'd be introduced to many familiar names which we were already given glimpses of in Esprit de Corps checks in Disco Elysium. One of these would be Lt. Berdyayeva, a superior of Harry’s, whose daughter is Jean Vicquemare’s ex. A character we know nearly nothing about except for the fact that he was conceptualized back in the tabletop days as a sort of joke character, but survived all the way into the planning stage for THE RETURN, is “Marivald the Merry Butcher” – what his role might've been, your guess is as good as mine.

Pryce and Gottlieb’s goals in the game might've involved an attempt to unite several diverse groups with a common interest in an independent Revachol; this would’ve included the besmerties, the West Revacholian crime syndicates mentioned in Disco Elysium. Prominent among them would’ve been La Puta Madre, a Mesque gang leader and drug manufacturer, a man of such immense power that he has RCM officers tending his poppy fields in terror (his influence also seems to survive past the events of the game; he gets a mention in Sacred and Terrible Air). The Madre would’ve apparently been an attractive feminine-presenting man, impeccably dressed and wearing beautiful makeup; his gender-nonconformity a way of projecting power over the traditionally macho culture of Villalobos. The rival gang, Ahura Mazda, led by a gangster known as the Mazda, would’ve presumably also featured prominently – Rostov recently released old concept art depicting one of their gang members.

There were more plans for the sequel that only came along after the development of Disco Elysium itself. Robert has talked about wanting to double down on events like the Mercenary Tribunal, handling big action scenes within the more closed literary format of the FELD dialogue system, hopefully allowing for even more variation than was possible in Disco's big confrontation. Another infamous idea was the inclusion of a second protagonist – a pregnant woman, about 5 months along. Kurvitz has mentioned this idea in interviews, saying that it would be "an incredible writing challenge" within Disco Elysium's internalized skill system: "It would be unbelievable to use our skill system to speak about the bodily sensations of having another organism inside of you, while you're in the setting and talking to another person." That said, the addition of an entire new protagonist is very ambitious indeed – it's not clear whether the idea would involve alternating perspectives of some sort, or a choice in the character creator of which one to go with, but Kurvitz made it clear that these would be entirely different characters, unlike many games which offer only a superficial choice between male and female playable characters. Kurvitz expressed some doubt about being able to include this in the game, but at least expected it to be integrated via an expansion post-release if not.

Miscellaneous info

Argo and Robert have both hinted that there is a metatextual element to the overarching Elysium narrative. Whenever presented with readings or theories that contextualize the game as some sort of story-within-a-story, they act coy and refuse to give any clear answers. Argo outright offered an interpretation of the pale which presents it as what happens as the narrative starts “leaking out” of the head of a reader or audience member no longer actively absorbed in the world and said that “Elysium is a fictional world that is aware that it’s fictional.”

Apparently related to this aspect of the narrative, according to Argo, are the three satellites in orbit above the world of Elysium – Iikon, Zenith and Shakermaker – which have been there since “before the 8,000 years of recorded history” and before “the Polycarpeum event.” The satellites have only been mentioned in niche corners of the currently published materials, and the innocence Polycarp has only been mentioned in secondary materials, such as the artbook and the inside covers of Sacred and Terrible Air, leading to speculation about him being involved with the pale and the memory of his reign being wiped from history.

Also related to the metatext, again according to Argo, is a character known as “the Man Behind the Black Sun” – he gets one mention by the Paledriver in Disco Elysium, but curiously she seems to refer to it as the title of a movie that was released in Mesque during the revolutionary era, potentially a boiadeiro picture starring the actor Gabriel Buenguerro.

The magical elements of the pre-Elysium fantasy world morphed over time into what is called “extraphysics” in Elysium. The innocences, the pale, and “plasm” all testify to this supernatural aspect of the setting.

At some point, Ambrosius Saint-Miro apparently constructs nihilist death camps, which Triss and Tessa (the adopted daughters of Torson and McLaine) end up in and eventually escape.

"Magpies" are not a real thing and were never a part of the original plan for the Elysium narrative. The concept artist who made the image from which the term was popularized has gone on record saying that he invented this idea himself and that it was taken from his own worldbuilding ideas. There is nothing to suggest that this was integrated into the game; Argo and Luiga reacted with confusion at the mention of this concept.

Kurvitz had an insanely ambitious list of projects he wanted to make in the Elysium universe before he was ousted from ZA/UM; "The last one I want to make, when I'm 50 or 60, that I want to absolutely go crazy on and throw out all commercial considerations and get this as conceptual as possible, is the tabletop setting. The working title for the tabletop setting is You Are Vapor. It will be a really, really, crazy pen-and-paper game."

List of sources:

All parts of Argo Tuulik's Human Can Opener Podcast episode.

Martin Luiga's Human Can Opener episode.

Martin Luiga's Medium account and other blog posts: Interview, 8 years ago..., Hello Fellow Worldbuilders, Correction, A Policeman In Revachol, Fuirum Thundergate (Substack)

Tweets by Martin Luiga: 1, 2, 3, 4

Tweets by Argo Tuulik: 1

The dragon.ee post about the novel cycle

"Welcome to Revachol" on the devblog

"Outro" by Robert Kurvitz, featured in the official Disco Elysium artbook.

Disco Elysium, Sacred and Terrible Air, and Full-Core State Nihilist. Obviously.

Possibly more that I'm forgetting. Feel free to ask.

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WOVEN FATES (20/20)

I know. I know! I'm late! I'm so sorry 😭

I had a serious problem with the wifi, I managed to get it working only now. But we're going to let you think that mommy left you suffering on purpose (it's more poetic that way, right?) 😅

So! That's it! Enjoy it!!! <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio x Fem Reader

Summary: After your experience. You understand what it is really made of.

Fate

You woke up feeling light. For the first time in so long… there was no exhaustion. Not even that strange lethargy that usually followed the intense acts of the night before.

Your body ached, of course — the marks, the bruises, the still-fresh cut on your palm.

But it was a different kind of pain.

A good pain. A living memory.

As if your flesh was whispering: “You survived. You belong.”

You stretched, naked — fingers interlaced, arms raised over your head, reaching out. The sheets still tangled around your legs. Sunrays slipped through the curtains like a blessing, and the whole room seemed to breathe with you.

As you moved your hands, you felt it.

The cut from Rio’s cold blade was still there. You touched it gently. It was thick. Dark red. It almost looked like it was smiling at you.

And you smiled back.

You walked to the kitchen with your heart pounding, bare feet making no sound on the cold, expensive wooden floor.

And then you saw it: the same scene as always.

Rio was leaning over the counter, trying to draw on a plate with molasses. At first glance, the lines looked clumsy, but there was a kind of care there that made you bite your lower lip to keep from grinning too wide. — it was funny seeing her like this. Your Mama, not Rio the award-winning artist, so severe that even pancake doodles were supposed to be perfect.

Agatha, as always, had her back to you, focused on the kettle and the scrambled eggs. Her movements were graceful, precise. Even when she wasn’t trying, she commanded the space.

Even in the bad weeks.

Even in the heaviest silences.

This scene never changed.

“You’re always here…” you murmured, more to yourself than to them.

“And you always look at us like it’s a miracle,” Rio said, turning around with that cheeky smile, revealing her molasses masterpiece on the pancakes. “Like it? It’s you, Agatha, and me. I thought it’d be cute.”

Agatha gave a dry chuckle, not even turning. “That little face looks like a dead fish.”

“Hey!” Rio feigned outrage, wiping her hands on a cloth. “I’m the internationally awarded artist, remember?”

You laughed out loud, sitting at the table, still feeling your body sore from the night before.

“You two are so normal in the morning, you don’t even look like the wicked witches who did unspeakable things to me last night.”

“Ooh, you do love playing that card, don’t you, sweetheart?” Rio teased, walking toward you. “So bossy and fierce last night, and now acting all innocent?”

“I wasn’t being fierce!” you protested, your face heating up even more. “That was called confidence! I knew you wouldn’t deny me anything.”

“Oh, my love,” Agatha finally turned, a mischievous smile on her lips. “You looked like a demonic princess. I must’ve done an excellent job shaping you, little gem.”

You stifled a laugh behind your fingers, shaking your head.

That’s when your Mama noticed.

“Oh my god… sweetheart.” She rushed toward you, taking your hand gently. “Does it still hurt?”

“What?” you blinked, confused. It took a few seconds to realize she was referring to the cut. “Oh. Yeah, but… it’ll pass, right?”

The smile she gave you stole the breath from your lungs. Reverently tender, Rio brought your hand to her lips.

She examined the cut, her eyes moving across your skin with almost ceremonial care. Then she blew on it — a soft, flickering breath.

The sting came like a shiver. The cut tingled, glowed…

And disappeared.

Your eyes widened.

Rio turned your palm over and kissed the back of your hand before whispering: “Better?”

You still hadn’t managed to blink. “Impressive.”

She tossed her hair back with a victorious air. “Oh, what? That simple, mediocre spell? Please. It’s nothing to me.”

Agatha rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly used to her wife’s enchanted showmanship, and murmured something in Latin just to poke her: “Vanitas vanitatum, Rio.”

Vanity of vanities, Rio.

You chuckled softly, eyes moving from one to the other, with a warmth in your chest that felt too big to hold in.

This was real.

They were here.

Bickering, flirting, caring — being your chaos and your refuge all at once.

Rio arched a brow, pretending to be offended.

“Oh. I’m the vain one, Agatha?”

“If the shoe fits…”

“Darling, the shoe fit and I strutted it down the runway of life,” Rio replied proudly, winking at you like she expected applause.

You covered your face with your hands, laughing — and when you peeked through your fingers, you realized how much you loved that routine. Even the bickering, the dramatics, the sharp retorts.

It was all so… familiar.

So yours.

The taste of coffee mixed with milk was so sweet on your tongue, it felt tailor-made for that morning.

Happiness came quietly, seeping gently through the spaces of the kitchen: in the scent of melting butter, the muffled sounds of laughter, the warmth of hands brushing now and then — accidentally or on purpose.

You found yourself smiling at them, without even realizing it. Not the forced, nervous smile from the beginning.

But a real one.

Loose. Warm. So honest it trembled.

Rio looked at you and raised a playful eyebrow.

“Falling in love, are we?”

You let out a laugh through your nose, not denying it, and Agatha murmured something like “Finally figured it out.”

The molasses on your plate had become a happy little face with horns. A clumsy attempt by Rio to draw a smiling little witch. You found it adorable.

And then…

Something sparked in your eyes.

“What happened to Wanda?”

The silence spread slowly, like smoke.

Not a tense silence. But a heavy one. Almost respectful.

Agatha placed her cup gently on the saucer, her fingers resting on the warm porcelain. Rio licked her lips, took a deep breath to answer — but Agatha spoke first.

“Her powers have been… suspended. Removed. Until you decide what to do.”

You blinked, feeling the ground fall away beneath you even though you were sitting.

“That means…”

Agatha looked at you with a half-smile. Not mocking — but with a kind of dark pride.

“That means her fate is in your hands.”

Your chest tightened. Your mind spun.

Not that you’d take revenge. Not that you wanted harm to come to Wanda — at least, not anymore.

But knowing this… Knowing you could.

Knowing you had that power.

That control.

It lit a spark.

Something dangerous. Warm. Almost… sweet.

You lowered your eyes, as if that could hide the thought. But Agatha had already seen it. She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with that wicked tenderness only she possessed:

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” you asked, surprised she had sensed it.

“The weight.” She said it like revealing an ancient secret. As if no other word in the world could better fit that moment.

“Weight? Of what?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. Your brow furrowed, your chest tightened. And still, you needed to hear it from her lips.

“Of being chosen.”

It was like too-tight a hug. Or a punch straight to the stomach. You still couldn’t tell. But something inside you tore open completely. And instead of pain, what flooded your body was a kind of fever — an impossible mix of relief, fear, pride, and vertigo.

To be chosen. To be the end of one story and the beginning of another. To be the knot in someone’s fate.

Suddenly, all your years of loneliness seemed to converge in that moment. All the times you felt forgotten, invisible, too small to fit into any bigger plan… all of that now seemed like it had only ever been a rehearsal.

A quiet preparation for this moment.

The moment you would be seen. Recognized. Chosen. Marked. You lowered your head. Part of you wanted to scream. The other just wanted to cry.

That’s when Rio approached from behind.

You felt her before you saw her — warm and solid, like a wall of flesh, bone, and magic wrapped around you.

Her arms circled your shoulders with a care that nearly broke you.

The touch wasn’t possessive. It was protective.

A physical reminder that you weren’t alone.

“You are our end,” Rio murmured, her lips brushing the back of your neck, her voice rough with something that sounded like worship. “And the beginning of her story, my love.”

You closed your eyes.

The kiss she placed on your skin carried everything you couldn’t name.

It wasn’t just affection — it was a vow. A sacrament. A seal.

You felt anger. So much anger toward Wanda.

For everything she did and took.

For making you feel small. Insignificant. Replaceable.

But you also felt responsibility. You were now the guardian of a power you didn’t fully understand. In your hands, you held the fate of the woman who once tried to control yours.

And finally, there was desire. Not the wild, raw kind from a few hours ago — but something else.

A deeper desire. A more dangerous one.

The desire to stay. To remain. To belong.

To never again live in a world where Agatha and Rio didn’t exist. The desire to deserve that touch, that love, that curse.

You were fury and mercy.

You were the poison and the cure.

The punishment and the miracle.

And when Rio’s kisses spread across your skin like a profane blessing, when Agatha’s eyes burned into you with that devoted intensity, something inside you unlock and called you.

[...]

The Audi engine hummed through the city. You’d grown spoiled, always riding in Aggie’s car in the mornings. Listening to her old-people music, breathing in the scent of leather.

It was a good routine to have.

When the car stopped, your heart sank — yes, the dreaded three blocks. Always three. The safe distance between their world and the one that still couldn’t know.

You sighed, hand hovering over the door handle with hesitation.

But before you could open it, Agatha’s fingers touched yours — firm, gentle.

“Don’t go yet,” she whispered. “I haven’t looked at you enough. My little student girl.”

You smiled, still surprised by how deeply it affected you. She said those things with such dangerous ease.

And you? You felt it all like it was the very first time.

How could someone with that much power make you feel so... so alive? So silly? So absurdly young, as if time held no weight at all?

Maybe being their secret... wasn’t so bad. Maybe mystery protected. Maybe silence built something only theirs — where the world couldn’t reach.

There was poetry in the hiding.

Freedom in what didn’t need to be explained.

But the clock was merciless, and you had to go. The project presentation was that afternoon, and despite the surreal life you lived with Agatha and Rio, part of you still existed in the ordinary world.

The student. The friend. The survivor.

“The presentation’s today,” you murmured, almost like an apology.

The ride had been short but sweet. Aggie looked at you at every red light like she was about to discover a new secret on your face.

And you? You laughed. A light, clean laugh — almost adolescent.

She nodded in understanding.

“Good luck, my heart,” she said, cupping your chin before kissing you. “Show them what you're made of.”

You entered the building on trembling legs, your heart pounding in your ears. It felt strange walking through the college halls, knowing what you now knew.

Knowing what had happened.

Knowing who you had become.

The presentation room was packed.

The final project of the class, led by Lilia, had turned into a small event.

As you walked in, Alice’s eyes found yours almost immediately — and you looked away. The anger still lived there, buried beneath layers of disappointment.

Then your gaze was caught by Lilia, seated at the front.

She didn’t smile.

Her face was the same as always: elegant, unreadable, a professional mask impossible to crack. But her eyes... her eyes said something more. She looked you up and down with a focus that pierced.

And a chill ran down your spine, like a ghost had passed behind you.

“Good morning, everyone,” Lilia’s voice rang out — steady, controlled. “I hope you're ready.”

She stood with her usual grace, unhurried. Leaned her hip against the corner of the desk, arms crossed, eyes sweeping the room like she knew exactly what everyone was trying to hide.

As she read out names, calling group by group, you felt Alice’s presence inching closer — like an unwanted shadow.

She was shorter than you, but in that moment, she seemed even smaller.

Smaller on the inside.

Shrunk by guilt, maybe. Or regret.

You heard her calling your name softly.

Once.

Again.

And again.

At first, you ignored her.

You really didn’t want to deal with that shit. Not now.

But she kept going.

And you turned.

Your face was serious. Rigid. Like stone refusing to be shaped by empty words.

A look you’d never shown her before.

And now, it was the only one you had to give.

But before you could say anything — before the flood of hurt, rage, and frustration came out �� Lilia’s unmistakable voice cut in.

“Girls,” she called.

Your eyes turned to her.

“It’s your turn.”

You took a deep breath.

Gave Alice one last glance. And said, barely moving your lips: “Let’s get this over with.”

You walked to the front of the room with steady steps, though your heart was pounding like mad in your chest.

Behind you, Alice hesitated, but followed — that was the deal. Even if the trust between you was broken, the work was shared.

At least on paper.

You didn’t look at her.

You didn’t have to.

This story was yours now.

Lilia leaned back slightly in her chair, fingers laced, her sharp gaze locked on you.

You plugged your USB into the projector. Took a deep breath.

And began.

“When we talk about character building, we’re taught to focus on conflict, motivation, trauma. But some creations don’t come from any of those places.”

The first images appeared on the screen: Paintings, shadows, scribbles. Fragments of a world where the real and the mythological aren’t opposites — They’re layers.

“Some characters aren’t written in ink. They’re summoned.”

You felt the room’s silence thicken, Lilia’s eyes like a knife against your skin — and still, you didn’t flinch.

“This is the story of two women. One made of absolute control. The other, of darkness in its most beautiful form.”'

You moved through the room like someone who knew exactly where they belonged.

“They appear in hidden records, in stories scholars like us would label as fiction. But what happens when fiction refuses to stay made up?”

The screen now showed a sketch of a map: three interlocking circles.

“They didn’t build kingdoms. They didn’t seek power for power’s sake. They shaped a being. A third figure. Not as heir. But as proof.”

Lilia was watching you with a hard gaze, making you want to flee from her eyes.

But you didn’t.

You stopped.

Agatha’s voice echoed in your mind: “Show them what you’re made of.”

And what are you made of?

The question slithered inside you like an ancient serpent.

You stood at the center of the room, under the weight of Lilia’s stare, under the quiet judgment, under the tense silence.

And somewhere deep within you, far beneath your skin, the answer began to rise.

You are made of your mother’s absence on Sunday mornings. Of your father’s frustration that you weren’t who he wanted you to be. Of the metallic taste of shame. Of the words you swallowed just to avoid looking weak.

You are made of the first time you saw Agatha and couldn’t tell if you were scared or mesmerized. Of the way Rio looked at you in that café, like she could paint your soul. Of the warm leather in their car. Of the scent of jasmine on her neck. Of the taste of freedom on the tip of your tongue.

You are made of the things that were almost said about you. And the ones you never allowed anyone to say.

You are made of magic that can’t be explained — only felt. And of a quiet hunger for belonging.

You are made of love. But not the soft, romantic kind. Love as a blade. A pact. A fire that burns everything down until only what’s real remains.

Your skin prickled. But your body stood firm.

On the outside, what others saw was a girl presenting a project.

But inside you, a temple was being built.

You inhaled.

Lifted your eyes.

And your voice, low and fatal, rang out:

"Proof that love can also be a kind of madness. That control can be care. And that sometimes… the best characters aren’t invented. They’re awakened."

Lilia moved for the first time. A slight tilt of her chin. Her mouth parted — not in surprise, but… fascination.

"Our characters don’t have names on paper. But they’ve left their signature on everything they touch: In the way someone leads without raising their voice. In the smile that hides entire worlds behind the eyes. In the body of someone who wasn’t made to obey… but to belong."

The final slide appeared.

Three figures dancing in blue flames, like shadows behind a sheer veil.

"This is our proposal: beings not born from a rational arc, but from a ritual. Who need no redemption — because they were born marked to be exactly what they are."

You fell silent.

And the silence after your final words was heavier than any applause.

Lilia sat like a sphinx.

Then she spoke, slowly, as if she’d swallowed shards of glass:

"You’re actually good. Truly impressive."

The words left Lilia’s lips like a rare flash of lightning in a clear sky. You didn’t answer — but your chest rose subtly, recognizing the compliment not as a gift, but as a nod of confirmation.

She was strict. Surgical.

She didn’t praise out of politeness.

But something in her tone said she had high expectations for you.

Beside her, Alice opened her mouth — hesitant, like she wanted to share the moment, soak in the glow.

But then the bell rang, shattering the spell.

The students began to disperse like leaves in the wind.

You said nothing. Just walked toward the door, leaving Alice behind, stuck in her own hesitation.

"Alright, class! Grades will be posted on the bulletin outside. Stay tuned." Lilia called out, watching the students walk through the doorway.

The work was done.

And now you could go home.

Watch a silly show with Lucky curled up beside you, always purring. Water your plants while waiting for your mommies to come home from work.

You took a deep breath.

Finally.

The peace that comes after giving your all.

But that peace was broken by the touch of a hand on your wrist.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

"Hey—hey! You’re seriously just going to ignore me? You vanish for two days and when you come back, you’ve got this… this attitude..." she hesitated, as if unsure which word fit best. “Pretentious.” Her grip on your wrist tightened.

You turned on your heels, eyes cold.

Oh. My. God.

How dare she?

"Yes, Alice! I’d love to go back to the time when you were just the weird girl."

Ouch.

You knew that stung.

But well… it stung you too.

The betrayal, the lies and the silence.

She swallowed hard, as if she finally understood the real issue here. "Oh. Right. This is about the night of the party, I see."

"No, Alice." You let out a dry, cracked laugh. "This is about you. Your betrayal. Or better yet — were you ever really my friend at all?" You pointed a finger at her, each word slicing into her like a blade.

She blinked quickly, her eyes brimming with tears for a moment. "What—? Of course I was. I–I–"

"Funny… Wanda told me something else." You stepped back, arms crossed, waiting for her reaction.

Alice’s eyes widened for a split second. “Wanda…”

"The fucking witch who told you about the source. About me." You tried to control your voice, but the last part came out like a growl.

"Look. Billy said she was just some acquaintance. We didn’t… we didn’t even really know who she was."

Billy.

You remembered his eyes.

Dark. Deep. Haunted.

He had seen something in you before you even knew it existed.

And now you could see what he saw.

That son of a bitch.

What did he have to do with her?

You let out a tired sigh. The rage weighed on your shoulders like a stone. You rubbed them with your fingers, exhausted from feeling so much.

"Screw all this, okay? I don’t care anymore. I’m fine. More alive than ever." Your voice came out proud, confident.

And it was true.

You were alive.

More aware.

Stronger.

Because now you knew who you could count on — and who you couldn’t.

"The real question is: why did you agree to this? Why did you do this to a friend?"

Alice lowered her head, finally broken. The tears now fell freely, without shame. But her body remained rigid, like she was clinging to some scrap of dignity amid the collapse.

You looked away.

Not out of weakness.

But because it hurt too much to watch her fall apart.

You glanced around — students coming and going, ordinary lives, trivial problems. And you, standing in the middle of an open abyss.

"She said I could be stronger. More… powerful." The word came out broken. Like a child confessing she’d broken her sister’s favorite toy.

You stared at her in silence.

"Well… I hope it was worth it, at least."

You said it with confidence — and it was true.

But inside, you were shattered.

You closed your eyes for a moment, accepting what you’d known all along. Sometimes, people choose paths where there’s no room for you.

Deal with it.

You turned your back and disappeared into the crowd.

[...]

The door clicked shut behind you with a soft sound. And like magic, the world outside shrank into something distant, irrelevant.

Here, within the warmth of your walls, you were just… you again.

The jingle of Lucky’s collar was all it took to revive your heart.

You dropped your backpack to the floor and ran to him, throwing yourself onto the couch with a heavy sigh. The tiny furball landed on your lap in seconds, purring loud, heart racing with joy just to have you back.

"My baby!" you cried, laughing as he wrapped himself around your arm, showering you in soft, playful bites. "Mommy missed you so much…"

For a few seconds, time dissolved in that cuddle. It was just you, him, and the purring.

Until a familiar voice came from behind the couch:

“Look, my love. Seems like we’re grandparents already.”

You turned to Agatha — who murmured in agreement while fixated on the iPad screen — and frowned. What were they doing home? So early?

“You bet we are,” you replied, kissing the top of the black cat’s head. “The real question is whether Lucky was properly fed these past two days.” Your tone was stern and serious.

Agatha scoffed, sinking into the armchair across from you. “Oh, please… He’s a cat. He ate his kibble every three hours, just like he should.”

“What? What kind of kibble? Lucky only eats the three-protein blend. No fish. So you have to remove every—”

“What a spoiled, demanding little creature,” Rio cut off your avalanche of instructions.

“Oh, really? Then take a good look at the monster you created,” Agatha shot back, dramatically pointing at you and Lucky curled up on the couch.

“I created?” Rio repeated, incredulous. “Says the woman don’t-feed-the-baby-sugar-because-it’s-bad-for-them.”

“Well, it is,” Agatha shrugged, as if she had just won the argument with a bulletproof truth.

You just laughed, defeated. Being with them felt like living inside a dream — a warm, silly, messy dream you never wanted to wake up from.

But then, something white hopped across your peripheral vision. You blinked.

A little puffball.

Lucky jumped down and went straight to it, sniffing curiously.

What…?

You leaned over the couch to get a better view and saw the tiny creature, pink-nosed and alert-eyed, sniffing your cat... and for a second, you couldn’t believe it. Lucky started licking the soft white fur, and the tiny being leapt forward, giving you a full view.

Your eyes widened.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Language,” Agatha warned, eyes still on the screen.

“Aggie. Love…” Rio chimed in, her voice thick with barely restrained amusement.

Agatha finally looked. She squinted at the little rabbit, as if deciphering a secret etched into its ears... then relaxed.

“Hm. That’s Señor Scratchy,” she said, trying to sound convincing.

Rio sank deeper into the couch, arms crossed. Like she already knew what was coming — and that it would be delightful to witness.

“No, it’s not. Señor Scratchy is a rabbit… plush,” you said with emphasis, like explaining something to a child who just told a very bad lie.

Agatha raised a cynical eyebrow. She glanced again at the bunny with the faint brown spots.

“Oh. He is?” She looked back at you, feigning innocence.

“Yes, Agatha. I remember perfectly. Plush,” Rio chimed in just to tease her, earning a deadly glare from the witch.

“Mommy…” you began, but didn’t even need to finish — Agatha sighed loudly, like someone caught red-handed but determined to keep her dignity.

“Ugh, fine!” She raised her hands, standing just to pick up the little furball. “Señor Scratchy was our pet before you got here.” She petted him gently.

“What?!” You were stunned and slightly outraged.

“And we had a deal that when you came here,” she continued, stroking the bunny, who seemed to approve with closed, content eyes, “he’d behave and help you adjust to the house.” Agatha rubbed his ears, and he practically melted in her lap with pleasure.

“And to us,” Rio added now, her chocolate-bright eyes piercing right into your heart.

Then it clicked. Why hugging that bunny always soothed your worst days. It felt like touching them. Like their emotions flowed right back through him.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“Surprise!” Agatha stood up and placed the tiny creature in your lap.

“Oh my God!” you repeated, breathless, feeling the soft fur and that cool little pink nose brushing your fingers.

“We changed him back because we didn’t want Lucky to feel lonely while we went to pick you up,” Rio explained, petting him too.

“Oh my God! I have a real bunny!” You stood up with him in your arms, spinning excitedly. “You two are the best mommies in the world!”

They laughed at your enthusiasm.

“Sweetheart, don’t shake him like that. Rabbits naturally have fast heart rates. Let’s not give a centuries-old creature a heart attack,” Agatha warned, still smiling.

“Oh. Right. Sorry. Forgot he’s not plush anymore.”

Rio burst out laughing, tossing her head back. Neck exposed, that wide smile — a spectacle on its own. All you could think was how beautiful she was.

“All right, little weirdo. No more surprises,” she pointed to the couch. “How about helping us choose your dress for your Mommy’s film premiere?”

“I already picked one,” Agatha said firmly, eyes glued to a website.

“Aggie!” Rio scolded. “We agreed she gets to choose this time, remember?”

“But it’s an important night!”

“For her too.” Rio now sounded like she was parenting a teenage Aggie. It was hilarious.

“Fine. But only tonight,” Agatha declared, pointing her finger like it was law — because obviously, your Mommy would never actually give up dressing and feeding you like her doll.

“Uh, hello? I’m still right here, remember?” you chimed in, sarcastic.

“Silence, child! Move over,” Agatha demanded, settling on the couch.

She handed you the tablet, and you started browsing through the dress options.

There were so many. All colors.

And you decided to tease her a little.

“Hmm… Which one should I pick?” you sang the words, making your Mommy visibly tense. “Maybe lace?” You saw Aggie swallow hard. “Or something made of polyester…?” You knew she’d hate that. And she really did — judging by the way she clenched the pillow like she wanted to strangle you.

“Or what about neon—?”

“Don’t you dare even think about it!” she exploded, finally.

You laughed and gave a mischievous grin, tongue pressed between your teeth.

“I got you.”

You returned your attention to the pictures. Until one of them stopped you cold.

It was long. A deep navy blue. Elegant and mysterious. A classic, sophisticated silhouette made for a red carpet. The full, structured skirt made the deep blue look almost black.

The bodice shimmered in starry blue — tight to the body, with thin straps. It came with a pair of long black satin gloves.

It was dramatic.

It was perfect.

Pure red carpet.

You whistled. “Yeah. I really got it.”

[...]

You were sweating inside the car.

The muffled sound of the crowd outside seemed distant, as if echoing through a glass dome. Cameras flashed like lightning. Shouts, flashes, and a red carpet that seemed endless. It was like standing on the edge of an abyss.

Your chest rose and fell in short, nervous breaths. The claustrophobia of the moment squeezed your waist tighter than any corset ever could.

To your left, Agatha held your gloved hand—her touch firm and calculated, as always. But her eyes, fixed on you, were pure embers. She tilted her head slightly and said, in that tone that made you tremble inside:

"Honey, breathe."

You tried. But all you managed was a dry swallow.

On the other side, Rio adjusted the choker around your neck—the one that had always been yours, even when you didn’t understand what it meant. Her fingers traced your collarbone with tenderness and reverence. Then she whispered, her lips brushing behind your ear:

"You look stunning."

A brief kiss, warm like melting wax.

"Everyone will see how you shine, my little gem."

Your gaze darted between them. And there it was—your anchor. Your temple. You felt the entire world pulling you out of that car, and yet, for a second, you wanted to stay there forever.

But the door opened.

And the world exploded in light.

You stepped out alone.

The night wind lifted the hem of your blue dress just enough to make the photographers lose their minds. It was as if you were made of liquid stardust.

They didn’t know your name.

Much less who you were.

But the dress told them your importance. And that this was where you belonged.

After the photos, you enter the building to join your staff colleagues.

"Hey!"

Yelena’s voice calls out to you in the middle of the brightly lit lobby, cutting through the noise of heels, laughter, and clinking glasses.

You turn—and there she is.

Beautiful.

A white dress shimmering like snow under neon lights. Her half-up hairstyle left a few strands loose, framing her glowing face. She looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine editorial. Or a dream.

"You look gorgeous." She smiles sincerely, her Russian accent caressing each syllable like a gift.

"You too," you reply, your heart still racing. "Seriously… wow. Like you fell from the wrong constellation."

Yelena laughs.

"Oh, stop. But thank you."

She looks you up and down and adds with a crooked smile: "You killed it out there. It was like… the birth of a star. Everyone stopped."

You shrug, shy, but your smile betrays you. "It was kinda scary."

"Scary is being in the middle of all those people trying not to look too emotional watching you shine. And I failed miserably." She nudges you lightly with her elbow. "Seriously, you’ve got talent. And presence. There’s something about you… that holds people."

You swallow hard.

You know why that happens.

Now you know it’s what a Source is.

Pure, eccentric energy.

You want to thank her, but part of you doesn’t know how. Compliments always felt like traps. But not with Yelena. With her, it’s just lightness.

Before you can respond, a woman’s voice—firm and slightly husky—calls her name:

"Yelena."

You both turn at the same time.

A woman approaches with decisive steps. Red hair. A high bun that looks sculpted. The black suit fits with millimeter precision, as if sewn directly onto her body. There’s something in her eyes that commands silence—and fire.

"We need to review the security for the outer wing. A press group got past the barrier."

Her voice doesn’t rise. But it demands.

Her gaze briefly sweeps over you. Assessing. Cutting.

Then returns to Yelena.

Yelena sighs, exasperated. "I’m coming. Two seconds."

The woman nods with an almost imperceptible movement and walks away, firm, elegant, an aura of power lingering in the air.

You can’t help it.

You look back at Yelena.

Then toward where the woman disappeared.

Then back at Yelena with raised eyebrows.

And venture:

"Girlfriend?"

Yelena chokes on the champagne she’d barely started drinking.

"Are you crazy?" she sputters, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing and coughing at the same time. "That’s Natasha. My older sister."

"Oh." You blink. "Wow."

"'Wow' is what everyone says before getting scolded. Or punched." Yelena laughs but then gives you a conspiratorial smirk. "She’s got that eternal-PMS Russian goddess aura, but… she’s good people. A legend in the military, actually."

You’re still staring down the hallway where Natasha went.

"She looked at me like she could hear my thoughts."

"She probably could," Yelena replies, amused. "She’s like a retired spy, head of security, espionage master, and queen of sarcasm. Anyway, don’t flirt with my sister. I want to keep liking you."

You widen your eyes.

"Oh. No. I wasn’t." You assure the blonde.

I mean, the woman was indeed a vision, but nothing that would make you take your eyes off your mommies. It was just a burning curiosity in your chest.

But you definitely didn’t need to worry about that now.

Not when your mommies stepped onto the red carpet.

Agatha appeared first, her eyes half-lidded as if reading secrets on the horizon. The black dress was as tight as it was liquid, as if dressing her by pure will alone.

The deep neckline merged with the dark choker, revealing the swell of her breasts with a kind of threatening elegance—as if sin had learned to walk in heels.

And right beside her came Rio.

The white dress ignited under the flashes, as soft as moonlight on sheets. The high bun left her long neck exposed, her skin gleaming, her generous décolletage on display like a sacred canvas.

Her neckline was deep too, but in a way that seemed almost innocent—almost. Because nothing about Rio was ever truly pure. It just seemed that way. Until you looked again.

The two of them walked as if they’d been born for that red floor.

You lost your breath. Literally. Your heart seemed to leap so hard your vision blurred for a second.

It was pure exhilaration.

And you knew.

You knew no one—no one—would ever be able to occupy that space like they did. Not Hollywood stars. Not queens, not legends.

Because they were all those things... and so much more.

Your entire body tingled.

You gripped the champagne flute tightly, as if it could keep you grounded. But every part of you wanted to run. Scream. Bite your own lips.

Or drop to your knees right there.

The cameras went wild.

Flashes exploded like fireworks.

But you didn’t see any of that.

You only saw them.

Agatha turned her head slightly.

And for a brief second—a single, precious second—her eyes met yours.

Rio held Agatha’s arm, pulling her slightly by the waist as she whispered something in the older woman’s ear. Agatha laughed, one of those nearly inaudible laughs you knew by heart.

The most beautiful sound in the world.

You felt your legs weaken.

If it weren’t for the wall behind you, you would’ve collapsed right then.

"Fuck..." you whispered without realizing.

Yelena let out a low whistle beside you. "The witches of Hollywood have arrived. "

You smiled. But inside... inside you were melting.

Part of you wanted to run to them. Drop to your knees and beg them to claim you right there on that carpet.

The other part... just wanted to keep watching.

To etch it into your retina. Tattoo it onto your soul.

Because, in that moment, you knew:

You belonged to those women.

Forever.

The party hall was soaked in expensive perfumes, artificial laughter, and clinking champagne flutes. You mingled for a few minutes, greeted who you needed to, smiled at who you should.

You watched your mommies from afar. They gestured dramatically. It was so fucking sensual. Your cunt clenched around nothing. Fuck. You’d barely arrived and already wanted to leave.

Your legs were nearly giving out, and you needed to go to the bathroom to empty your bladder, which felt swollen from the adrenaline.

You needed to splash your face and calm down.

The bathroom was luxurious. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and plaster moldings mimicked Greek sculptures.

You splashed cold water on the back of your neck and tried to take three deep breaths.

1.

2.

3.

“Well, well, well… Looks like Agatha chose a decent dress this time.”

Wanda.

Shit.

You swallowed hard, feeling shaky. You wouldn’t show fear. Never again.

Fuck this.

“I chose it.”

The reply came out sharp, direct. Firmer than you thought you could muster. The back of your neck still dripped with cold water, but the heat of her name—Wanda—already surged through your veins like poison and desire.

You turned slowly, your damp fingers gripping the white marble sink. Wanda leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, a champagne flute in hand, her gaze red as freshly spilled blood.

She wore a tight wine-colored jumpsuit with strategic cutouts and a plunging neckline that nearly reached her navel. Every curve seemed placed there with a singular purpose: to provoke. Command. Destabilize.

“Chose it?” She smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “Think that makes you... one of them?”

You forced your eyes not to waver.

This was Wanda.

Her. The woman who’d kidnapped and tortured you for two fucking days. You wanted to vomit. But not now. Tonight, you were different. You were full. Full of your mommies’ presence. Full of the power growing in your chest like an unbreakable secret.

“I don’t think. I know.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, sipping her champagne elegantly. “Hmm. And how’s it going, being their little doll?”

She stepped closer. Slow. Her heels echoed on the bathroom tiles like hammers chipping at your self-control. “Can you even handle all this, little girl?”

The taunt stung. Burned.

But instead of flinching, you smiled.

Slow.

Almost cruel.

As if, suddenly, you knew something she didn’t.

“They molded me,” you replied, lowering your voice like a forbidden prayer. “But I’m no doll. I’m fire. I’m a relic. I’m the curse they chose to love.”

Wanda stopped inches from you.

The air vibrated between you.

“You talk pretty for someone who still trembles at the sight of me.”

You smiled wider. Because yes, maybe your legs shook. Maybe your heart raced. But there was something in you now... something even she couldn’t break.

“I tremble because I feel too much. Not because I fear you.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes, as if trying to read between the lines of your soul. And maybe she was.

But you were no longer an open book.

She leaned in, her face close to yours.

Her breath brushed your lips.

“You’ll get hurt with them. Think you’re special? You’re not. It’ll hurt so much when they leave.”

You swallowed hard but didn’t look away. Instead, you lifted your chin, gaze steady.

“If it hurts, I’ll love the pain. But you, Wanda… you’ll love it twice as hard. And then, you’ll understand me.”

Silence fell like thunder.

Wanda’s expression hardened for a second. Her mocking laugh died in her throat, morphing into something heavier.

Something she swallowed dryly.

You walked past her with elegance, leaving a trail of perfume, power, and something else—a spell, perhaps.

As you opened the door, you didn’t look back.

But you felt it.

Felt her gaze burning into your back.

Felt the seed of a curse taking root in the Scarlet Witch’s eyes.

Four hours later, the car glided silently through Los Angeles streets damp with early winter rain. City lights blinked outside as if still trying to compete with the glow of the night you’d left behind.

You leaned between them, exhausted.

Your feet ached from the heels. Your skin still pulsed with the thrill of it all.

But it was more than fatigue.

It was the feeling of something completing. Like a musical note finally finding its harmony.

Rio stroked your hair while Agatha rested her chin atop your head.

“You were perfect,” the older woman murmured.

“You were born for this, little gem,” Rio added, almost like a prophecy.

You didn’t reply. Just closed your eyes.

“I just want to get home,” you whined, tired and petulant. “I want to put on cozy pajamas and sleep.”

“Oh. Sleep?” Rio said. “But you haven’t seen the surprise we prepared for you.”

There.

The moment Rio said it, you cracked one eye open. “Surprise?”

“Oh yes, darling.”

In an impulse you lifted your torso off the bench.

“Tell Ralph to drive faster.” You ordered. “Hear that, Ralph? Faster!”

The mansion was dark, save for the muffled click of Agatha and Rio’s heels on marble. They walked ahead, letting you kick off your shoes at the door, the cold floor biting your feet.

The entire house felt different. Not the furniture. The air. As if… something had shifted. As if a cycle had finally closed.

You rushed to the bedroom. You wanted your surprise now. To kiss them. Maybe… more.

But when you crossed the threshold, you froze.

There, facing the bed, stood a mirror.

Enormous. Antique. Gilded frame ornate enough to feel alive.

And you knew it hadn’t been there that morning.

In its reflection, you saw something strange.

Agatha stood behind you, dressed in black like at the premiere. Rio, beside her, in white, as if balancing the scales.

But their reflections weren’t exact.

A faint shimmer hovered between their bodies. A blue glow invisible to ordinary eyes.

And it came… from you.

You looked at your hands. Nothing there.

But in the mirror, you glowed.

A soft click sounded behind you. The door closing.

“You see it, don’t you?” Agatha asked, her voice softer than ever.

You nodded, still staring. “What… is that?”

Rio stepped closer, removing her choker and placing it on the dresser like an ancient relic returned to its altar.

“It’s the truth,” she said. “And the gift.”

Agatha took your hand.

“It was never about having you, sweetie. It was about making you accept the bond. On your own.”

Rio finished: “You walked through the trials. Lived. Grew. Cried. Shone. And through it all… you stayed. You chose us.”

And as they spoke… you felt it.

Your heart changed rhythm. As if beating in triple time. As if it had finally found its song.

The mirror glowed—not with light, but with truth. The blue bond shimmered between your bodies. No longer a reflection. Now it was real.

Now, binding all three of you.

Agatha pressed her lips to your temple.

“The bond is sealed.”

You shuddered.

Energy shot up your spine like sweet, merciless lightning. Your skin prickled. Your chest burned from the inside out.

And then… something snapped.

Something inside you that was still human.

Something that bled.

That feared.

Something that no longer existed.

You staggered, but Rio caught you—steady, like an ancient vow.

“It’s done,” she whispered, her brown eyes brimming, reflecting gold as they shimmered. “You belong to us now. In all times.”

You looked into the mirror one last time.

And you saw it.

Your eyes were no longer the same.

They glowed—fluorescent blue, alive, impossible. As if made from the very essence of the night sky.

Something utterly terrifying to human eyes.

But perfect in their world.

You had become immortal.

This story was never meant for just anyone. It was written for those who find beauty in darkness. For those who fall in love with what is eerie and strange.

Where some see fear, others find peace.

And where others give up… you stayed.

Because sometimes, the path fate weaves toward joy is terrifying.

And that’s the beauty of living.

There were no fireworks.

No music.

Only the silence of eternity, being written by three hands.

You were no longer free.

You never would be again.

Three hearts.

One curse.

And the most beautiful of destinies.

~*~

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And yes... the spin-off will be WandNat x Reader.

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Opposites Attract

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: College AU. Jock Vi x Class President Reader

Words: 5366 (not including text messages)

Synopsis: As the star of the football team, Vi Lanes can't risk her reputation by associating with the nerdy Class President. It won't stop her fucking you, though.

Warnings: Vi is kinda mean, alcohol (college party), top!Vi, bottom!reader, teasing from peers, spanking, mild choking, bondage/wrist restraint, edging and ruined orgasm, pussy slapping, fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (Vi and r! receiving), strap on (r! receiving), reference to strap as cock, hair pulling, name calling, Vi wipes her fingers 👀 on your face, smidgen of aftercare

Notes: I know nothing about American football, so neither does Reader! I've also never written college AUs before and yet this is the second one in a week 😂

Vi Lanes had beer running down her throat, upside down and weightless, as the crowd around her chanted like she was a goddamn legend.

She dropped down from the keg stand, wiping her mouth with the back of her bandaged hand to a round of cheers and someone slapping her on the back hard enough to knock her forward. She grinned, flushed and victorious, and took a dramatic bow.

And that’s when she saw you.

The Class President. In the chaos of a keg party.

Across the room, you chatted with Mel in the hallway, laughing genuinely, holding a can of premixed Cosmo.

Oh, this was too good.

“What she doing here?” she asked Jayce beside her.

He groaned. “Vi, you may not like her, but other people do! She’s CP, for fuck’s sake, a good one too!”

“Be right back,” she muttered, a small sway to her steps.

She cut across the living room, dodging a couple making out near the coat rack. You hadn’t seen her yet, too busy being charming and composed in the middle of this trainwreck.

Vi drawled your name, coming to a stop next to you and Mel. “Didn’t think you knew how to party without a sign-up sheet.”

You turned your head, your eyes doing a full, deliberate examination of her tank top, ripped jeans, and boots, and then came back up to rest on her face.

“I’m surprised you’re still upright,” you replied smoothly.

Vi smirked. “Aww, you worried about me?”

“Just don’t want any accidents,” you said. “Lots of paperwork and PR when college students end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning.”

“You think one little keg stand is gonna put me in the hospital? Cupcake, I’m offended.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Is this you trying to flirt with me?”

Vi tilted her head. “Trying?”

Neither of you noticed Mel slipping away with a grin on her face.

You gave her a tired look, but she didn’t miss the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Why you here?” she asked. “Figured you’d be home…Alphabetising colour-coded spreadsheets or somethin’.”

You glared, stiffening a little. “I was invited,” you folded your arms. “I might leave soon anyway. Always got loads of work to do.”

Vi stepped just a bit closer, bracing her forearm against the wall next to your head. “Need a ride?”

You frowned. “You’re drunk, you can’t drive.”

“Not drunk, sugar, I can handle my shit.”

“Still wouldn’t pass a breathalyser. My house is only a few minutes away, anyway; I walked over.”

Vi looked down at your feet. “In those heels? Damn, Cupcake, you’re tough.”

You smiled back as you wiggled your toes. “I swapped out my flats when I got here.”

She regarded your feet in your heels. “Well, what do you say we head back to yours and you put those heels on my shoulders?”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

She smirked back. “First time with a girl?”

“No.”

“Great. Shall we get going then?”

You regarded her closely. “You're serious?”

“Deadass, baby.”

“This isn’t a joke?"

“No joke.”

“We’re going back to my house, together?”

“Yup.”

“To do what?”

Vi smirked. “I got a few ideas. Want me to tell you all of ‘em?”

You blushed. Why not? Violet Lanes might be a dick, but you only live once, and you couldn’t deny how hot she was. “Okay. Let’s go.”

She put her arm around your waist, escorting you to the door. She pushed aside the couple still making out by the coat rack, handing you your coat and mesh bag with spare flats, and pulled on her own leather jacket.

As Vi opened the front door and ushered you out, Jayce and Mel watched you leave. With a groan, he pulled out his wallet, took out a $10 bill, slapping it into her hand.

She smiled back, tucking it into her bra. “It's only taken them two years.”

Vi practically fell into the armchair opposite Jayce and Mel as they sat curled up on the sofa in their shared house. “Sup,” she greeted.

They both grinned at Vi, who was oblivious as she cracked open the tab of her drink.

“Hey,” Jayce greeted. “How are you feeling after last night?”

Vi swigged her drink as memories of you flooded her brain. The sounds you made as she fucked you with her fingers, her name spilling from your lips like a prayer; the smell and feel of your perfect pussy on her face, your soft, warm thighs clamped around her head; the sight of you on your knees in front of her, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes as you ate her out. It definitely hadn’t been your first time eating cunt. Her clit throbbed as she remembered how many times you’d made each other cum. She thought she got you to eight screaming orgasms before you almost passed out on your bed.

She cleared her throat. “Yeah. Yeah, good.”

“Just good?” Mel asked, teasing somewhat. She’d been texting you since the night before, just checking in, but you hadn’t read her messages until only an hour before (something unheard of for you), saying you were exhausted after the party and had slept all morning.

Vi frowned. She looked at Mel closely. “I’m fine. Why?”

“No, no reason,” she evaded, still a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jayce covered a laugh with a cough. “What happened to you at the party? I couldn’t find you anywhere, it wasn’t even late.”

Vi shifted nervously. “Yeah…No…I just got bored, decided to head home early.”

He nodded along, still stifling a smirk. “Alone?”

Her eyes widened. How could he know? She hadn’t told anyone, and she was sure you wouldn’t. You didn’t seem like the kind to kiss and tell, that was why she took you home in the first place. You were hot, sure, in your little skirts and nerdy glasses, carrying those little folders everywhere, but you were still the Class President. She was on the football team – practically college royalty – she was going to be famous one day. She couldn’t risk her reputation with you. But you were hot, and she’d been horny for you since freshman year, so she'd figured what damage could one night do?

“I gotta go. See you around.”

Practice on Monday morning was great, it was good for Vi to clear her head after obsessing over you the whole weekend. She’d avoided Jayce and Mel the whole time, running out of the house first thing in the morning before class, just in case they tried to talk to her at breakfast.

The college’s gym for the group training session afterwards was when it started.

“Hey, Lanes!” one of her teammates called. “Hell of a party for you on Friday, huh?”

Vi looked up from adjusting the bandages on her wrists. “What?”

“Yeah, the CP. You two get it on, or did she just recite the college rules all night?” he snickered, some others joining in.

“Section 8, sub-section 12 – oh god, yes, yes!” one of the players moaned loudly.

Vi clenched her fists and shook her head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously? You leave a party with our Class President and we’re not allowed to ask if we should call you ‘First Lady Violet’ now?”

She forced a laugh. “Wow, you guys have gone crazy. I’m hittin’ the benches, you freaks do whatever you want.”

Vi tracked you down as fast as she could, running through the corridors until she found you. You stood at your locker in the main building, flipping through your planner as you mentally organised your week ahead.

“People know.”

You startled as Vi suddenly appeared next to you, speaking in a low, urgent tone.

“What?”

“People know,” she repeated. “About,” she quickly looked around the hallway but there weren't a lot of people around, “About what happened. Between us. People on the team have been cracking jokes, making these little comments about us...Jayce and Mel too!”

You paused, processing that. “Oh. Interesting.”

“No, not ‘interesting’! Who did you tell?” she accused.

You shook your head. “I haven't told anyone-”

“Yeah, because it's embarrassing!” she interrupted.

You glared back. “I haven't told anyone because my private life is just that: private. It’s no-one else's business what I do in my free time. If people have found out, maybe it's because you approached me at a party and we left together? Loads of people probably saw us,” you pointed out sarcastically.

“Well, you gotta deny it, okay? If anyone asks, you says it's not true, they're crazy, you don't know what they're talking about.”

“Okay, firstly, that's called gaslighting. Secondly, why would I deny the best sex I've ever had?”

Vi blinked, totally caught off guard. “B-because it's humiliating for me,” she spluttered. “Okay? I'm on the football team, I can't be associated with the nerd Class President. You're such a goody-goody, it'll ruin my reputation!”

You let that sink in, allowing the hurt to roll through you. You breathed slowly for a second, letting out a calming breath through your nose. “Fine,” you said, shutting down. “There's no need for us to associate with each other anymore. Good luck with Friday’s game.” You looked back at your planner, trying to focus on it but really you just needed to look anywhere other than the woman who just ripped you to shreds.

“Are...Are you gonna be there?”

You scoffed. “Trust me, it's not how I would choose to spend hours of my Friday night but I have to go; as Class President, I'm expected to attend all major events, and sporting events against rival universities, unfortunately, count.”

Vi nodded, adjusting her jacket. But then she paused. “I-I'm sorry if I was kinda harsh-”

“It's fine, I get it. Image is very important to you,” you assured numbly, flicking through pages but not reading anything. Your eyes started to burn with unshed tears. You needed her to leave.

She nodded again, feeling weird in her chest. “Well, see ya around, I guess...?”

You nodded. “Goodbye.”

She walked past you just as your lip started to tremble. You closed your locker and calmly but quickly headed into the nearest bathroom. Thankfully it was empty as you entered a stall, locking the door behind you, and allowed yourself to cry.

The game was going well. Dressed warmly for the chilly evening weather, school’s colours painted on your cheeks, you stood with your friends in the stands, cheering and whooping when your team earned points. You really didn't understand the rules or the scoring, but you were enjoying yourself as much as you could.

Violet, you hated to admit, was on the top of her game. She'd already scored multiple times for your team, earning loud cheers and applause that only grew with each success. Little did you know, it was you spurring her on.

She hadn't wanted to, but she'd looked for you in the crowd before the game started. When she saw you, her heart skipped a beat, and she found herself wanting to prove her skill on the field. Every time she scored, she looked your way, soul lifting when she saw you cheering. She knew you weren't cheering for her, but she didn't care. She had made you happy, even just for a second.

Fuck. And she was the one who’d told you to stay away.

Your school won the game, with an excellent score (according to your friends). As was expected, you headed down to the field along with university leadership, and congratulated every member of the team, many of whom winked or smiled at you knowingly. When you got to Violet, you made a show of being polite and professional, with a handshake and stiff “well played”. She just smirked back at you as she shook your hand, her helmet tucked under her arm.

It felt like forever until you finally got home after the game, exhausted after the long day, yet you still had work to do. The life of a Class President often felt relentless. You made yourself a cup of herbal tea and headed upstairs to your room. Settling down at your laptop with some lo-fi hip hop music playing, you got to it.

Some time passed before your phone buzzed. Pausing in typing an email, you checked your screen. A DM from Vi. You cursed under your breath. What did she want? You sighed and unlocked your phone, going to your messages.

Your eyes almost hurt from rolling so hard. Seriously? Was she actually messaging for a booty call after what she said only a few days earlier? You paused and decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. It could be something innocent. You wouldn’t know until you asked.

“And there it is,” you mumbled. Shaking your head, you replied.

You couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. She seduces you first in public, gets upset when people find out, yet now she wants to do it again?!

You stood up in a panic. Would she really come over? It had been her insisting that the two of you stayed away from each other, given how embarrassed she was by you. Yet here she was, not just flirting but spelling out exactly what she had in mind.

Before you could panic more, your phone buzzed again in your hand.

She was serious, she was coming over.

Fuck! You ran into your bathroom, stripped off your jeans and underwear, and freshened up your pussy with a washcloth. You applied some deodorant to your underarms, a quick spray of perfume, and swilled some mouthwash. Your make up still looked fresh, though you hadn't taken the school’s colours off your cheeks. Realising you couldn't wipe them off without ruining the rest of your make up, you cursed and left them on. You didn't have time to take the braid out of your hair, so that would be fine.

You pulled on a robe to cover your bare lower half, but then panicked over whether that looked too desperate. You pulled on a pair of fresh panties, not too fancy but not too casual, and some sleep shorts.

Fuck, what was this woman doing to you?

You didn't have time to do anything else; the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside your house rang through your bedroom. You ran downstairs but paused behind the door. No, wait. Don't seem eager. Let her knock.

You waited until footsteps approached your door and the doorbell rang. It took everything in you to wait and not answer it immediately.

“Princess, I know you're standing right there. Just open the door.”

You could practically hear her cocky smirk.

You groaned in annoyance but did as she said. Taking off the chain and unlocking the door, you opened it. There she was. Freshly showered, she was indeed smirking rather smugly at you. Leather jacket, tank top, ripped jeans, and a shit-ton of arrogance.

“What do you want?” you challenged.

It was pointless. You both knew why she was there.

“To fuck that attitude outta you, that's what,” she drawled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

You balked. “Presumptuous.”

“What, are you not gonna congratulate the star of the game? I won that for us tonight.”

“I did congratulate you all, at school.”

She shrugged, stepping closer to you. “Eh, that was only your ‘official duty’ as CP. You not gonna do it properly?”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the after party? People will notice you're not there; what’ll you tell them when they ask where you were? Because, remember, you can't embarrass yourself and tell the truth.”

She just chuckled. “Oh, so feisty tonight. I sure hope you've given yourself the morning off tomorrow, you're gonna be sore.”

“Oh, am I-?”

You squeaked as she reached out a hand and took hold of your throat, just hard enough to stop you mid-sentence. Your eyes widened as she pulled you close, something firm pressing against your stomach. Her free hand cupped your ass, squeezing firmly.

“What was that, Cupcake?” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a kiss just below your ear. You shivered. “You gonna be a good girl now?”

You tried to protest, then she spanked you. Hard.

“Ow!”

“Plenty more where that came from, sugar. Now, be a good girl and get that ass upstairs before I do something I'll enjoy.”

She released your throat with a little push, nodding her head up the stairs. You backed away a few steps and watched her lock the door, put the chain on, and turn off the porch light. When she was finished, she turned back to you.

“What did I say, sweetheart?” she advanced on you threateningly, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

You scrambled up the stairs and hurried to your bedroom. Just as you were about to reach your doorway, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a strong torso.

“Too late, Cupcake.”

You were lifted clean off your feet. Vi walked forward into your room and put you down over the end of the bed, your body pressed against your neatly made bed sheets, legs hanging off the edge. She eased your robe off you, throwing it onto the floor. A firm hand between your shoulder blades kept you pinned.

“Violet-” you started to protest but she cut across you.

“No Sunday names here, princess, not with what we're about to get up to. Give me your hands, sweetheart,” she instructed in your ear. You hesitated. “C'mon now, give me those hands.” When you hesitated again, she stroked your hip. “I'm not a monster, Cupcake. If you don't want this, just say so. But if you do, you've got ‘til the count of three to be a good girl.”

You looked at her as best you could out of the corner of your eye. She looked back at you, her face unreadable.

“One.”

Your mind raced. Did you want this? Did you really want this? After everything she'd said to you just a few days ago, how cruel she was, did you really want to just give her your body like this?

“Two.”

On the other hand, you hadn't lied when you'd said it was the best sex of your life. Vi was incredibly skilled and generous, and you had no doubt tonight would also be incredible. You only live once, right?

“Thr-”

You put your hands behind your back, crossing them at the wrist.

Vi chuckled in your ear. “Cut it pretty close there, sweetheart. Glad you made the right decision.” With one hand still pressed against your back, she unbuckled her belt, pulling it free of the loops on her jeans. “Don't move, baby.” She removed her hand from your back and started passing her soft leather belt around your wrists. You whimpered as she did, realising just how vulnerable you were about to become.

When she finished, she patted your butt through your shorts. “These are coming off though.” Tucking her thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, she eased them down your hips and off your legs, tossing them on top of your robe. She traced the lace across the cheeks of your panties. “These are pretty,” she complimented.

“Thank you,” you whimpered as she slipped her finger through the back, bunched the material together, and pulled upwards a little. The pressure on your clit made you mewl weakly. “Vi…”

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

You pled, “Don’t tease me.”

Vi tugged your panties harshly and delivered a harsh spank. “You’ll take what I give you and say thank you, Madame President,” she mocked.

“Fuck you, jock,” you snapped.

She just laughed. “Oh, you think you’re so tough. Baby, I’ll have you begging for more soon enough.”

You hated that you knew she was right.

And just as she said, you were. Vi had spanked your ass red, switching casually between your cheeks as you whined and humped her hand as she rubbed your clit. Just enough to torment you but never enough to let you finish. You tried to resist, to be strong against her cockiness, to prove you didn’t need to beg. Alas, you caved. Your thighs wet from your juices, your ass stinging, your clit almost painful, you finally begged.

“Vi, please! Please, god, let me cum!”

She rubbed your clit faster and harder, finally using enough pressure to properly stimulate your bundle of nerves. You moaned and rode her hand, quickly building to a peak. You climbed and climbed, your toes starting to tingle as you drew closer. You finally reached your climax…

And she stopped, releasing your panties and snatching her hand away from your clit.

You whined loudly at the ruined climax and she turned you over, sitting you up on the edge of the bed. You cried out as you were forced onto your raw cheeks. With a hand holding your hair firmly, her other dragged your soaked underwear down to your knees. She started to torment your pussy again, slowly, gently, as she leant in close.

“Are you gonna take what I give you, sweetheart?”

Even in your clouded state, you knew what she meant. Take what she offers outside of the bedroom and be grateful, don't ask for more.

You groaned and didn't answer.

She tugged your hair and slapped your pussy. “Answer me, baby. If you don't, I'll leave right now. Hmmm? Leave you here all high and dry? Well, you're soaking wet, but you know what I mean,” she taunted. “You gonna be a good girl? I'll fuck you good, and you'll say thank you. Best sex you ever had, remember?”

“Ohhh, fuck you,” you argued.

She slapped your pussy again, followed by your inner thighs. “You feelin’ brave tonight, huh.”

You whined her name, lifting your hips when she slid her fingers into you. She pumped inside you until your pussy started to squeeze her fingers, then she withdrew them completely.

“No! Vi, stop it, just let me finish!” you panted.

“Not when you're being such a brat,” she shook her head. “You let me know when you're ready to be a good girl; I've got all night and two hands.”

You don't know how long it lasted or how many times Vi tormented you, working you to the edge but never letting you go over. Again and again, she promised you pleasure but took it away each time. After a while, she swapped hands nonchalantly, mockingly wiping your own juices across your face before holding your hair again.

You whined as the familiar sensation started building inside you yet again. “Please...”

She shoved her fingers deep inside but then held them still. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked again, getting right in your face, smelling the faint scent of your pussy on your face.

“Fuck!” you cursed. “Yes! Yes, I'll be good! Please, please just let me cum, Vi, please.”

She chuckled, “Good girl.” She pushed you backwards on the bed, spread your legs and started feasting on your cunt. You keened as she licked up and down your slit like a woman dying of thirst, sucking on your clit.

“I'm gonna cum,” you begged, your legs shaking around her head. “Oh god...”

She stayed between your legs, her hands pressing your thighs against her head, holding you in place as she brought you to a real and powerful climax. Your moans filled the room as you trembled and shook on the bed, calling her name in a series of pathetic whines.

She waited until you stopped shaking, then released your legs. Leaning over you, her chin wet with your juices, she wiped them off with her palm and then rubbed them on your cheeks, smearing the colours painted on your face.

“You done being a brat now?” she mocked.

You wanted to curse her out, tell her to go fuck herself, to get out of your house...But all you could do was tremble and moan.

She laughed. “I'll take that as a yes.” She pulled her tank top over her head, followed by her sports bra. She unzipped her jeans, slipping them and her underwear down her muscled legs. When she straightened up, your eyes widened.

“You done this before?” she asked, stroking the thick toy attached to her strap. You didn't answer, just stared at the cock that you knew would soon be fucking your brains out. She called your name, but you still stared. She grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks. “I said, have you done this before?”

You nodded dumbly.

“Oh, thought it would be cool to pop your cherry. Maybe I'll pop the other one soon,” she winked. Roughly flipping you over onto your belly, she shoved a pillow under your hips. “Well, would you look at that?” She lifted your head and forced you to look up.

On the wall in front of you was your mirror, offering a perfect view of the two of you on your bed. She struck a powerful image behind you, toned torso beautifully lit from your desk lamp, chest out, strap on display.

“That's such a pretty sight, don't you think?” she teased, leaning down and tugging your ear lobe with her teeth. “Look how fucked you are.”

You did indeed look fucked. Hair a mess, make up and face paint smeared, mouth open in a dazed fucked-out look. You whined pitifully, closing your eyes.

“Poor baby,” she cooed, releasing your hair. “But we're not finished yet, sweetheart.” She ran the tip of her toy through your wet and swollen folds, gathering your juices for her entry. “Say please, baby.”

You just whined into your sheets.

She spanked your ass, one on each cheek. “Say please.”

“Vi...” you begged. Begged to be fucked or begged for mercy, you didn't know.

She spanked you again. “Say please,” she repeated.

“Violet,” you cried, some tears escaping your eyes against your will. “I-I can't...” you hiccupped.

“Yes, you can. You're a big girl. It's one word. Say please.”

You cried and whined but she was patient. After a few seconds, you weakly lifted your head. “Please, Vi.”

She leant down next to your ear and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. “Well done, sweetheart.” She slid inside you slowly, drawing out a long moan from both of you. “God, you're so perfect, baby. So good for my cock.”

She filled you with long and deep thrusts, nudging your cervix every time. You groaned when she did, your cunt pulsing. Vi could tell when you humped your hips back against hers with every thrust. She held herself low over you, her chest pressed to your back, filling you slowly and deeply.

“So pretty,” she praised in your ear, watching your reflections in the mirror. “Open your eyes, baby. Watch yourself get fucked.”

You obeyed, forcing your head up and your eyes open. You watched your face as Vi filled you, watching how your mouth dropped open a little at the top of her thrusts, your eyes glazing over just a little more every time.

“Pretty...” you mumbled as you looked at Vi’s reflection.

She smiled back at you - smiled, not smirked – as she knelt back on her knees, held your hips, and started fucking you into oblivion.

You cried out as she did, not expecting the sudden change of pace and force, but with your arms still behind your back, there was nothing you could do. Your only option was to lie there and get fucked. You moaned at the thought.

Vi’s smile switched back to her usual smirk. “You like this, huh? You like getting fucked raw?”

You let out a long, low moan, nodding your head pathetically. It felt so good, her strap stretching and filling you in the best ways.

Never slowing her thrusts, she unravelled her belt around your wrists, tossing it to the side. She moved your arms for you, resting them in front of you, rubbing your shoulders, the tenderness completely at odds with the animalistic nature of her thrusts. She rubbed up and down your back, soothing your muscles as she fucked you senseless, one long moan pouring from your throat.

“You gonna cum again already, sweetheart?” she taunted, massaging the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You nodded, your head dropped into the covers.

“You know what I'm gonna say?”

“Please!” you cried.

She chuckled. “Good girl. You can cum now.”

With permission given – something you never realised was so hot – your pussy clamped down on her strap, your body trembling beneath her. She praised you through it, rubbing your back and hips until you stopped moving.

“Was that good, baby?” she asked, earning a weak nod. “Who said we're done?”

Vi suddenly pulled your hips up, bringing your ass against her strap. With a hand tangled in your hair, she resumed her punishing pace. You screamed as her thrusts hit your end, assaulting that tender spot inside you. She squeezed and spanked your ass, holding your cheeks in her hands.

“Fuck, look at this ass,” she groaned to herself. “It's so pretty. Look how it moves, baby, watch it as I fuck you.”

You were only just able to lift your head, chin still resting on the covers as you watched Vi fuck you. Your ass cheeks rocked back and forth with every thrust, captivating as you watched. Vi squeezed your flesh as she fucked you, delivering alternating spanks, your skin rippling.

“Fuck’s sake, baby, I won't last,” she moaned as the ribbed inside of the strap rubbed against her clit. She threaded her fingers into your hair from behind, slowly pulling you up onto your elbows. “You like this, Cupcake? You like getting fucked like the slut you are?”

You whined in excitement.

She ran her tongue over her teeth as she smirked. “I knew you would, I know what you're really like. You act all proper and goody-goody, but under all that you're just a little slut. Not a problem for me, sweetheart, I'll fuck you like a slut any time you want.”

You moaned deeply. “Can I cum, Vi? I need to cum.”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Have you earned another one? Have you been good?”

“Yes, yes, I have! Please!”

“Tell you what: admit you're my little slut, and you can have another.” You pouted, earning some hard spanks. “Don't be a brat,” she scolded. “Brats don't get to cum, and you want to cum, don't you?”

You nodded desperately, pushing your hips back against her strap. “I want to cum, Vi, I need it.”

“Then say it like a good girl and you can.”

You pouted again, mumbling, “I'm a little slut.”

Vi shook her head. “You can do better than that. C’mon now, say it properly.”

With a desperate whine, you spoke louder. “I'm a little slut.”

“Whose little slut are you?”

“Yours.”

She moved her hand from your hair, sliding it under your hips, and starting to rub your clit. Your legs started shaking. “Say it again.”

“I'm your little slut.”

“Louder.”

“I'm your little slut,” you panted, humping Vi’s hand and strap.

“Louder, sweetheart.”

“I'm your little slut!”

“Then cum for me,” she demanded in your ear, and you gladly obeyed. Moving your hips like a bitch in heat, you panted and whined on her strap, just as Vi’s thrusts became erratic and she thrust into you for the final time, moaning long and low in your ear.

You panted together as she draped herself over your back, her head down over your shoulder. You reached up and gently stroked over her hair, resting your head against hers. After a few minutes, you wiggled, her weight becoming a little too heavy. With a groan, she rolled off you, her strap slipping out of you. Lying next to you, she threw an arm over your hips.

You laid together for a short while, catching your breath and cuddling close. Vi eventually shifted away.

“You want ice cream?”

You were barely able to lift your head, but you forced yourself to look at her, utter confusion on your face. “What?”

“You've earned a treat. You want some ice cream?” she asked, pulling on her jeans.

You didn't have the strength to argue, just pulled the covers over you. “Strawberry. And it better be the good stuff.”

End

[abbysreal-wife]

-ˋˏ✄Back to Friends

Ellie x Reader

Back to friends

how can we going back to being friends?

when we just shared a bed

— sombr

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Summary:: Having a relationship with your childhood bsf was never on your list, but it was Ellie fucking Williams. She was a walking wet dream. Till you two actually fucked, it felt amazing, but she was your childhood bsf.

Tags:: Angst, oral, secret “relationship”, childhood bsfs to (enemy’s/lovers?)

A/N:: SIKE I LIED YALL AINT GETTING PT 3 TILL I SAY😊

Mean girls reference in here if you find it comment it and I’ll write pt 3

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Did they know?

Did they know you and Ellie kissed before? Everyone was suspicious of you and her it was driving you fucking nuts.

“I’m sure you and Ellie have like… kissed before, right?” Dina asked you before bringing the Soda can up into her mouth to swallow the liquids in one. You blinked a few times and shifted in your spot on the couch before making up an excuse.

“What? No, no, me and Ellie are just friends” your words once again, gave Ellie a headache.

She hated those words ‘just friends’ you knew what you two did behind closed doors, making out as your teeth clashed together, slipping each others hands into your one another’s pants, rubbing your clits together and moaning into her mouths as the orgasm hit over you like a wave.

You guys never did anything serious, never.

Until now.

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“…Fuck” Ellie panted before she laid down next to you on top of your stained light pink sheets. You and Ellie just fucked, you didn’t mean to, it was an accident. She looked at you for a little too long during that damn party and now, you two were laid up next to each other in your bed.

It all happened so quick you couldn’t even process it.

You felt.. fucking horrible about yourself?

For fucks sake you guys have known each other for years and years, and her; eating you out. It didn’t feel right, never did. I mean, yeah it felt amazing at the moment but now, that her hands were roaming your exposed body. This gut wrenching feelings hit you like a big yellow school bus.

“Do you want takeout, I can order it” Ellie announced before she grabbed her phone and started to scroll. I mean jeez, even her password was your birthday.

You guys are childhood friends for crying out loud. There is no way you guys just, did that?

You sighed before finding your Jean shorts and pulling a them up your legs “no, I’m fine I think I’ll just go home and sleep” you stated with a straight face as you slipped on your shoes grabbing your jacket off her door handle.

Ellie sat up “what, why? You can just sleep here I have your clothes here you know th—“ her sentence was cut short by you slamming her bedroom door.

Fuck..

you were now walking back to your car in the summer rain, it wasn’t cold outside, humid almost, like the air was sticky.

You took a deep breath looking for your car keys in your pocket “What the fuck is your problem?” Your thoughts were interrupted by the auburn haired girl coming out of her  apartment in skinny jeans, you swore she had been wearing for the past three days, and a hoodie.

You looked her up and down before turning back around and walking towards your car faster. “[୨ৎ], wait” Ellie grabbed your wrist spinning you around, “please stay we can talk this out okay?” Her hair was now soaked wet as it stuck to the back of her neck.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Williams, this was just a one time thing. Nothing else”

Your words rung in her ears like loud bells, all those “I love you” and names during sex didn’t mean anything to you?

Ellie’s eyes started to water, luckily it was raining enough for the tears to just fall down naturally.

You snatched your wrist away from her hand turning around sharply the sound of your car unlocking was faded. Her lip quivered “How can we just go back to being friends, huh? Jeez, we litterally just fucking fucked” Ellie shouted before you dipped your head down to get into your car

“We are just friends, we’ve always been just friends”

the words ‘just’ stuck out to Ellie like a sore thumb “now get your shit together and figure it out” you argued over the rain before finally getting in your car, starting it and driving off.

Ellie was left on the curb.

She was just hook up spot to you.

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A/N:: send in ideas for pt 3 and maybe I’ll be nice enough to write it😚

@graciedollie @ellieswife4ever @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @yokedtablet @kissedbykhloe @korn-dawg @cloudyorgy @look-me @lluxentzz

[ch6sos]

more nanami headcanons (but as your bf !!!)

a/n: hey everyone! thank you for all the support on my last headcanon post. i never really expected it to go far, but somehow it did. it was my first time ever posting a "fic" you know? i was cringing the entire time but it was worth it, for you guys :) since it did well, here is some more!

i used third person by the way so you're referred to as his partner. tried to make this as gender neutral as possible cuz i love you guys

cw: slight suggestiveness (ooooh... but it's not extreme you sillies)

Extreme gentleman. He respects their wishes all the time. If they want space, he will give it to them. He will give them whatever they ask for.

Pays on the first date. He forbids their significant other from doing anything. He will pay because he wants to. He truly wants to, not because he feels obligated to.

Would be kind of shy about doing anything at first, especially Teen!Nanami. Even after a long period of dating, he would always ask before showing affection because he does not know if they feel comfortable or okay with it.

"May I please hold your hand? Are you okay with that?

"...We've been dating for a month."

"I know, but, I must ask, you know? In case it makes you uncomfortable.”

When he (as well as they) grow comfortable, the affection begins to become more "intense." Not intense, but he does it more frequently. He holds their hand more, gives more kisses, more hugs...

He would give the best hugs. He is a cuddle machine. He appears to hate them, but does he truly? Exactly. No, he does not. He loves them so much. He wishes he could give up his job to spend the entire day cuddling with his partner.

"Stay close to me, please."

"I don't plan on moving."

"Good. I wish life were like this every day." He hums, squeezing them gently.

Kisses with him are never short; even if he is late. He never leaves his significant other hanging. He craves and desires to kiss them. He enjoys giving his partner a passionate kiss, drawing them near to his chest, and placing his hand behind their head, leaving a memory of the kiss that is warm, tender, and unforgettable.

Genuinely feels like he could share his emotions with his significant other. Yeah, he is still serious, because it's who he is. He was raised in a family surrounded by serious people. Though, throughout the relationship, he learns how to express his emotions better. He feels like he genuinely could reveal all the emotions he has stored in him already around his significant other. If he's feeling upset, he would genuinely express that to them. If something ticked him off, he would sit down and talk to his partner about it.

Despite all of that, he still is more of a listener than a rambler. He prefers putting others first before him, and that also goes for who gets to talk. He enjoys looking at their partner with a loving gaze, as they talk nonsense. Whether it is about the new show they picked up, their day, or the latest gossip, he loves listening.

He would write love letters. I do not care if you find that corny. He is corny. He will write love letters. Nanami is romantic. I don't care what anyone says he is a romance god who does not get to show it off as much. He loves writing lengthy letters, showing the love he has for his partner. Describes their personality and how much he cherishes them, how much he thinks they're beautiful, and how he thinks that they are the stars in the night sky that stand out.

Playing with his partner's hair is (one of) his favorite ways to show affection. If they have long hair, he loves to try styling it and ruffling it. If they have type 4 coily hair, he starts learning how to take care of it so he can try protective hairstyles on them.

Another thing is lazy Sundays. He loves Sundays. Even though he has to go to stupid work the next day. The sensation of them being in his arms when he wakes up, his arms encircling their bodies firmly, the sheets covering them. He enjoys gently leaning in to kiss their shoulders, the top of their head, and the back of their neck. When they began to stir, he pulled them closer— not wanting to get out of bed. All he wants is to spend Sunday morning in bed with his lovely partner.

Gets flushed at compliments, but it is not as obvious. When their significant other says he is handsome, he smiles softly and thanks them, but on the inside, he is freaking out.

Cooks breakfast in bed for them. Always. He loves getting up just to make his significant other the tastiest breakfast ever; it is his specialty. He prepares a warm beverage and some fruit-flavored crepes topped with Nutella and whipped cream.

Before meeting them, Nanami was kind of an insomniac. He would not sleep; hence why he has dark circles. But after meeting them, he started sleeping more. Despite everything, he continues to get up before his partner to prepare breakfast for them.

Not only that but when he was stressed, he would drink his sorrows away rather than confide in someone. Since the fan book claims that he enjoys drinking, I think that, unfortunately, one of his coping mechanisms is doing exactly that. However, since meeting them, he has kept everything under control. He learned to express himself more freely and genuinely strives to avoid suppressing his emotions.

Bro is a simp. His mouth drops when he sees his partner dressed. His jaw falls to the floor. He is stuttering a bit too. I know he is supposed to be calm and collected but he would NOT be calm and collected around his significant other, people. He would go feral and be a simp for them.

He says I love you first. It was quite unexpected and seemed to come out of nowhere. He just blurted it out without waiting for the perfect moment or anything else. It was probably a simple morning, cuddling with him on the bed as usual, looking at each other fondly, and he said, "You know how much I adore you, right?"

When he realizes what he is saying, his eyes widen slightly, but then crinkle up when they tell him they love him as well.

He will do whatever his partner says. They could be 5'2 or around his height; he is a certified simp who immediately attends to their partner's needs.

Even if that includes forcibly doing silly TikTok trends. He pretends to hate it but he doesn't. He is a munch or whatever Ice Spice said.

He enjoys nuzzling his partner. Guys, I do not care. This man is a bundle of love wrapped up in a stoic-looking man. He enjoys sneaking up behind them, entrapping them in his arms, and nuzzling their neck and the top of their head. Wherever he wants, whenever he wants. And he utters sweet nothings. And leaves tiny, delicate kisses. He also wraps his arms around their waist.

He sometimes becomes overwhelmed, so he requires his own space. However, he does not simply distance himself from his partner. He properly expresses that sometimes he needs his own space. He still adores them but also needs some space. He does not want to cause conflict or misunderstanding because he is not that type of person.

Will be there for them when they are sick, even if they believe they look disgusting. He does not care; he believes they are the most beautiful sight he has ever seen in his entire life (which was cut short) (sorry, I am still coping). He will be there to care for them whether they are throwing up, crying, or whatever.

He cooks for them, he gives them medicine, he cuddles them even though he knows he may get sick...

And he does. Every single time. And he acts like a baby too.

Adorable tall, strong man Nanami acts like a baby when he's sick. He needs to be looked after completely. He starts off coughing (like a grandfather or a father). So his cough is obnoxious and loud, and he frowns. He then looks up at his partner, his expression reminiscent of a puppy who has been denied treats. It is an adorable sight. It's a turnaround from his usual chill demeanor. He then spends the entire day in bed, despite his attempts to do his routine tasks like cleaning and cooking for them, which they forbid. And he pouts about it like a big baby.

"Please let me take care of you. You took care of me, so now it's my turn."

"No, you're sick, Kento."

"That doesn't matter." He frowns.

“You always take care of me anyway.”

“But it is my honor to take care of you, my love.”

and then they end up having seven mental breakdowns

If they bring home a stray one day, he is reluctant on taking it but you know damn well he'd be like one of those dads that is hesitant about taking it at first but then ends up cuddling it the next day and then begging for them to not take it to the shelter.

Genuine sweetheart. Holds the door for their significant other, makes arrangements for them when they can not find the time, prepares meals for them, and if they come from a different culture, he starts to learn about it, particularly if they are involved in it.

...This guy is in no way aggressive. I have seen people mischaracterize him as a dominant "daddy" or whatever because he is serious, and Mappa blessed us with the hair-pulling scene. That scene was primarily caused by rage at Haruta's thoughtless harm to those around him and the fact that the man was going against two young girls. He would never act in such a way toward their partner, particularly when they were in bed. He is more of a gentle lover and is afraid of going too far.

Needs are needs, so if they ask, he will comply with some hesitation. He never seemed to get into it, so he tells them that.

That does not mean he is not into some stuff. Bro be praising. He praises hella and talks them through it.

"My love, doing so well for me."

"So beautiful, so gorgeous, all sprawled out for me like this."

“You’re mine. Until the end of time, angel.”

“God. My love, my everything. You drive me wild, you know that?”

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Want to see how breathtaking you are from here.” All in his deep, ragged and needy voice.

that made me cringe

help I'm crying at the cringe so sorry

His favorite dates with them involve going to a restaurant. Nanami knows some hidden gems, so he enjoys taking them to restaurants where they can eat delicious food. Being a food enthusiast, it goes without saying that he is aware of the good and bad places to go. Because of Nanami's exquisite taste, they have never had to worry about their food.

As I previously stated, he prefers traditional nicknames such as sweetheart, my love, darling, angel, and beloved. I do not see him calling his significant other "baby," "baby girl," or whatever; I believe he finds it cringe-worthy. This is self-indulgent oops.

Sings softly to them while they are sleeping. He sings a song while they are sleeping because he is too ashamed of his singing. His vocals are not bad; he is just shy. (Little did he know, they had several recordings of him singing in secret...)

He will sacrifice his blanket in bed just to wrap it around his partner if they're cold. Bro would give them 90004868787893 pillows, and 8 blankets if they said they were cold.

He exaggerates things. And when I say he exaggerates, I mean he goes to great lengths to win his partner over. If they enter a new niche, he buys *everything*. On date nights, he gives them large bouquets if they like that, and he treats them as if they were royalty.

"You didn't need to get me this entire figure collection from *series*... I feel so bad."

"Well, do not worry, I enjoy buying these things for you. I see how happy you are, and it immediately warms my heart.”

Arguments with him are not bad. He truly never gets upset to the point of yelling because that is not who he is—he is not a guy who yells and he does not want to cause trauma to people in general. Again, though, he seems composed, and it might be frightening. But he then does something right away that causes his partner to instantly give in. Bro could just breathe and they're like "OKAY" and yeah. I understand. I would fold so hard bro.

His love languages include quality time and acts of service. He loves spending every single second with his partner and is immediately angry at the world when he has to work overtime and can not have more time with them. He enjoys taking them on dates or simply staying at home on lazy days. He loves spending time with them. Furthermore, he expresses his love by doing things for his partner, such as assisting them with their work (if he could), giving them massages when they are stressed, cooking for them all the time, washing their dishes even when they beg him not to, eating the olives off of their plate if there are any... He is the king of acts of service.

He is not good at taking pictures. His large thumb keeps covering the lens, so they have to force him to take the pictures repeatedly. Despite this, he never becomes irritated because he gets butterflies just watching his partner pose in their gorgeous clothes.

Speaking of photos, he already had an Instagram account beforehand. (As much as he hates to admit it, Gojo is sometimes the one who takes the aesthetic photos on his page.) He was not active, but he has a few posts on it, but as soon as they got a partner, oh lord Jesus. Bro will post on his Instagram story every single second.

Even though this happens, he prefers to make his relationship private. Private but known, you know? He wants the world to know that he is lucky enough to date them, but still not reveal information or talk about his relationship to anyone. So he would take those private but not secret type relationship photos.

Captions are always complimenting them and are extremely poetic. He's just that guy.

"saw a breathtaking sight. the beach is also there."

“every aspect of you captivates me, body and soul.”

"we are all floating around with the stars and the universe, and it somehow led me to you."

cringes again

Off-topic but not, Nanami would NEVER, and I mean... NEVER, go for his student if he was a professor, even if their relationship is legal. I can't stand it when people do that. He understands that there's a power dynamic behind it and it's low-key creepy how much people enjoy it.

Along with stepcest. Why do so many of you like stepcest? Nanami is not touching any of his family members. I'm scared to say this and this is probably hella controversial for this app but he's not touching anyone even if they're not technically related.

Age gap too. He would not date someone extremely younger than him. He is not going to be 40 and dating a 19-year-old. I just can't see it.

Other than that, he does not have any preferences when it comes to appearance. He has turn-offs, but not in terms of appearance. He could care less about what someone looks like.

In terms of personality, he dislikes negative people. He despises that. He would feel guilty if he became involved with someone unconcerned about the world. He also dislikes immaturity and pettiness.

He prefers people who bring positivity into his life, you know? Someone much more outgoing than he is, but still a mature person with whom he could relate. The more extroverted they are the more they bring out of him. As long as they're not so overwhelming to him.

Even so, he simply enjoys people for their kindness and consideration. How willing they are, how passionate and motivated they are. He simply wants someone who is driven by their goals.

Texts them dad memes he found on Facebook.

“Look at it, it’s funny.”

“...lol”

“You laughed at least a little bit right?

“...No?”

“Okay. I apologize :(“

LAUGH AT HIS FACEBOOK MEMES PLEASE. THEY ARE NOT THAT BAD PLEASE.

When he met their family, he appeared calm and collected, but he was nervous. He was fidgety on the way to their house, something he had only ever done in high school. He experiences anxiety about whether he would be accepted by them or whether he would be good enough.

“Wow, I have never seen you this fidgety before.”

"I apologize. It’s just… What your family might think worries me. I am not sure if I will meet their expectations. I simply want to let them know how much I genuinely adore you for who you are and how much I want to be yours forever."

And they are like ??? because this man is perfect? He is the dream man anyone could ever ask for.

Do not take this man mini golfing bro he sucks ass… I know you guys think just because he is partly white he will immediately be good at golf but no. He sucks ass.

He would be protective, but not excessively so. He is devoted to his partner and will intervene quickly if someone upsets them, intimidating them with his composed demeanor.

"I advise you to distance yourself from them before I regretfully have to take action, okay? We wouldn’t want that, right?” Dumbledore says, calmly. While puffing out his chest. And mewing. And mogging. Whatever that means.

Okay fine, he will watch Jersey Shore, The Real Housewives, Love & Hip-Hop, etc with them. Pretends to hate it but he is invested.

Imagine just going to the bedroom and just seeing him in his reading glasses, sitting up against the headboard, immersed in the book in front of him. The only thing he has on is a simple white tee that does justice to his figure and pajama pants.

Yup feral.

Tries to get into the things their partner likes just so he can understand when they yap about certain things. He just wants them to talk about everything to him. He finds it adorable.

Allows their partner to give him a skincare treatment. He then begins to do it himself. Well, he would only use one product—a cleanser. That being said, he started using toner, serum, and other skincare products. And, yes, he allows them to put ridiculously cute facemasks on his face. And the cute little star pimple patches.

Do not take that man ice skating or rollerblading either. He would be so hesitant on going because he sucks at it. He just goes because his significant other told him to. He fell immediately.

“This sucks.”

“Stop sulking and hold my hand.”

“...You don’t even need to ask.” He says, all giddy.

Please show him the love and care he deserves.

When he works out he will flex on them on purpose. He thinks it is all funny to be all yummy. It is NOT funny.

Yup, he does push-ups while they’re underneath, each time he goes down he gives them a peck.

Yeah so imagine that with him in his compression shirt and shorts…

I could read your mind, people. You are not slick.

This man will not let his significant other have insecurities. He is the type to leave notes all over the bathroom, and every mirror, with encouraging words. Praising their looks and more. Plus he shows in…other ways (wink) how much he appreciates how beautiful he thinks they are.

If they are unhappy, he will truly be devastated. He is miserable when he sees them upset, so he does everything in his power to cheer them up. Whether that’s cooking something for them, taking care of them, trying to make them laugh, getting them something from the store, or sitting down and talking to them about their problems, he needs to make them feel happy.

When he drives, he would not put his hand on his partner’s thigh. He would much rather grab their hand, and put it on his lap, as he listens to them hum along to the radio. He purposely moves the mirror slightly toward them, just so he can see how pretty they are through the mirror. He also looks at them with a slight smile at every stop-light, occasionally leaving small pecks on their face.

Does not mind if they steal his clothes. Go on then silly. He could care less. He thinks it’s cute as hell.

Would teach them how to do things. For example, he will teach them to play an instrument if they do not already, especially if he knows how. He looks like a lovesick fool as he watches them replicate what he did. Unable to resist the urge, he kisses them without reason.

“What was that for?”

"I could not hold back. You are very tempting."

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. You are everything I think about and want."

Butterflies all around people.

His only red flag is that sometimes he may prioritize work over his relationship. He unfortunately gets into the stress of work and begins to grind more at work. Call him out and he gets back into his senses.

Buys more storage space for his Samsung S24 Ultra to retrieve more pictures of them. His camera roll is nearly full. Just because of his significant other, his camera roll increased from roughly 150 images to over 13,000 images.

When he comes home from work, he immediately collapses on the couch or their shared bed, on top of them. He then looks like a sleepy puppy.

“Someone’s tired.”

“I hate overtime.”

“I know you do. I cooked something for you.”

“I could have just cooked for the both of us…”

“But I knew you’d come all tired from work. So no.”

“That doesn't matter, you know? I love taking care of you. Just to see that pretty smile on your face.” He pouts, once again.

He ends up making it up to them. You can interpret that however you want.

As soon as this man sees them in formal attire (or in general) it is OVER. His jaw is on the bottom of the earth, his eyes are slightly widened, a blush on his face.

“I have no words. God, I don't know how someone could get even more impossibly perfect, yet here you are, darling. No matter how many times I see you, you still manage to take my breath away.”

yup heart attack

Prepare for so many compliments daily. He talks like a true romance book. None of that Colleen Hoover stuff.

Talks about his partner like a true gentleman. He's not like those types of guys who just talk about their significant other as if they're his property. No. He talks about them as if they are an art piece.

Overall, he just loves his partner so, so much. He expresses it in a variety of ways, from taking care of them—to telling them every single second of the day. In his own words,

"Your presence in my life is like a breath of fresh air, keeping my heart full and content. I love you more than anyone could ever fathom, and I promise you, you have my heart for eternity."

i love him </3 NANMINPLEAEE BE RELALRHABADHDJSKDHSNEB

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sink your teeth into my flesh | s. hanta

s: Sero’s jealousy flares once more after you reconnect with your high school crush during hero patrol, rekindling old memories and ugly insecurities he had buried deep inside. Just how far would he go to show you he's only trying to protect you?

w: smut, angry sex, jealousy, Sero gets slapped (in a non sexual way, but he deserves it)

n: how do we feel knowing there's only one more chapter left???!!!!! beta read by my queen @jemifis | read on ao3

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10 years ago

“Okay,” you say, leaving the minuscule bathroom in your dorm room and showing off your new dress to Sero, who was sitting on the edge of your bed. “What do you think?”

He looks up from his phone and pauses, taking in your blue dress and sandals, makeup and hair done. You look beautiful. His heart skips a beat and his face reddens when you spin around, smiling.

“It’s- fine .” He looks away, forcing himself to not look love-sick.

“Fine?” Your smile drops.

“It’s okay.” Sero shrugs. “I don’t understand why you have to go, though.”

You sigh. “Not this again.”

He stands up from your bed and crosses his arms.

“I’m serious. Monoma hates our class, why would he want to go out with you?”

“Wow, Sero. Thank you.” You turn around to enter the bathroom again, but Sero catches you before you do.

“No, I mean!” He holds your elbow, turning you to face him, “Why would you want to go out with him?”

“He makes me laugh,” you shrug.

“That’s not very hard to do, is it?”

“ Hanta! ”

“I’m just saying! You deserve better.”

You lean on the doorframe, head resting on the wooden structure, as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Are you jealous?” You smile, crossing your arms.

The question makes him jump, widening his eyes, “What?! Of course not!”

Sero turns his back on you, taking large steps to make some distance between the both of you. You just laugh, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to go out.

“Well, I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You declare, grabbing your purse from your desk.

“Fine. Have fun then.”

“I will!”

…

Now

“So, funny bumping into Monoma today, right?” Sero says, dropping himself on your bed.

It’s a Friday night and you were doing some chores peacefully in your bedroom, until he barged in through the window.

“You know you can use the door, like a normal person, right?” You say, dropping a bunch of clean laundry to fold and put it in your closet. Sero is still wearing his hero suit, helmet under his arm, sweat glistening on his temples. “And don’t lie on the bed with that gross suit!”

“You seemed to like the suit the other day…” He gives you a shit eating smile.

You just roll your eyes and turn your back to him, hiding the fact that you might look flustered. Walking to your closet, you pull out a spare pair of shorts and a shirt you’d always keep for when he’d show up unannounced like tonight.

“Here.” You throw the clothes at him, “Change your clothes. I just put on clean bed sheets.

Sero sighs, hopping from the bed and undressing. “You seemed so happy to run into him.”

“Who?”

“Phantom Thief,” he says, referring to Monoma’s hero name.

During a patrol round together, you and Sero ran into your old high school crush, Neito Monoma. He recognized you on the spot and you both engaged in a pleasant conversation that lasted longer than it should have, in Sero’s eyes. It’s not like he was jealous or something – he was –, but seeing you smiling and laughing with another guy made him annoyed. Sero tried to chime in a few times, but, apparently, you and Monoma had your own inside jokes and memories to reminisce about.

At the end of the conversation, Monoma even asked for your contact information so you could keep in touch, and you happily obliged. It did leave a bitter taste in Sero’s mouth to see you eagerly type your number in on his phone, but he kept quiet on the way back to the agency.

What broke the camel’s back was when Sero was on his break, after you went home, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he saw a picture of you, him, and Monoma on a shitty gossip website. You looked so happy talking with Monoma in the picture, as Sero stood behind you, only half of his body in the frame.

It made his blood boil.

“Yeah, it was nice to see someone from school,” you answer, folding a T-shirt, “someone that isn't from our friend group, that is.”

“Especially him, right?” He kicked his shoes off, crossing his ankles.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you used to go out with him a lot “

You snort, “Please, it was one date. He was late and it was super awkward. Remember how I kept avoiding him and then you and Bakugou had to scare him away?” You laugh, fond of the memories.

“I remember you being giddy about going out with him.”

You pause. “Are you jealous?”

Sero hesitates for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. “No.”

“Oh my god, you are!” You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back, “that's new.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. His annoyance grows by the second and he can’t even look at you right now. You walk to him, and go around your bed, patting his head in a condescending way.

“Aw, don't worry about it, you know you're the only one who can make me come.”

“Me and Kaminari apparently,” he mumbles, referring to last week when you and him had some fun with Kaminari at his apartment.

“Oh, here we go again,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “if I knew it was going to be a problem, I wouldn't have gone along with it.”

“You even squirted all over him!” He hops off the bed to face you better.

“Hanta…” you sigh again, “where is this coming from? I thought you were okay with it–”

“I was, until you started moaning to him, like a whore –”

As soon as the word left his mouth, your hand made contact with his face in a hard slap. You were always quicker than him, your reflexes sharper than his. He stares at you dumbfounded, mouth agape. You stare back, pupils dilated and a deep frown between your eyebrows.

“What the fuck–”

You don’t get to finish as Sero’s mouth is suddenly on yours, his hands cupping your face as he forces his tongue inside your mouth. You used all your strength to push him away and stare back at him for a moment, before kissing him back, giving in to him. The kiss isn’t like the sweet or heated ones you’ve exchanged before. It’s a fight for domination, to see who’s angrier at the other.

It’s a clash of teeth, biting of lips, as Sero reaches for the hem of your shirt and hastily pulls it over your head. You reach for the back of his suit, trembling hands looking for the invisible zipper that would give you access to him; you pull it down his shoulders as you both fall back into the mattress, him on top of you.

Sero kneels on the bed, quickly pulling your shorts down and undressing his suit right after. His toned body comes to view and you salivate at the sight, wanting to lick down his torso and give him the best blowjob of your life. You’re still angry at him, so you hold yourself back, even when he’s on top of you again, mouth on your neck, hand in your hair. He sinks his teeth on the soft flesh right under your ear, making you let out a cry. He’s never been this rough with you, it’s definitely a new sight. You’re not sure if you dislike it completely.

Before you realize, Sero flips you over, having you on your stomach, and pulls your hips up. You’re on your fours now, completely bare to him, but you face the full body mirror you have in front of your bed. Your hair is all messy from Sero’s tugs and your lips are swollen and full from his rough kisses. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, full of lust, as he sinks inside you, not giving time for you to catch your breath. He thrusts inside almost immediately, only pausing to press his chest to your back, and tangle his fingers on your hair. His lips touch your right ear as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He says, still thrusting hard inside of you. You don’t respond, still trying to catch your breath from being impaled by his dick just moments ago. Sero pulls your hair even harder when you’re about to close your eyes, so you look back at him, “You like to be treated like a slut, don’t you?”

“Shut–”

“I saw your face when I called you a whore. It makes you horny.”

You hate it. You hate it that he’s right. You hate to admit, even to yourself, that when he called you a whore, you acted out on instinct, slapping him, but the word sent a wave of arousal to the middle of your legs. What made you even more turned on was the look in his eyes when you slapped him. His pupils dilated right after the initial shock.

“Shut up.” You push him away from you, making him lie back on the bed.

You lock eyes, tension crackling like static in the air; pushing him back almost roughly, you straddle his face, grabbing a fist full of his hair. Sero immediately grabs your hips and sinks his mouth on you, despite every cell of his body telling him not to give you the satisfaction. You throw your head back as he latches onto you, sucking and licking and rubbing just the way you like it. When you orgasm, your grip on his hair tightens and you ride his face with no shame.

Sero squeezes the flesh of your hips as you get off him, moving to sit on his cock. He glides in easily with you so wet and open for him and the position allows you to feel every inch of him. You try to control the twitches of your body, so overstimulated that you can barely move, but you do your best.

“Why were you jealous today?” You breathe out as you bounce on his cock, using his chest for support. Sweat drips down your nose onto his forehead as you stare intensely into his eyes. When he doesn’t respond, you slap your hips on his, making him let out a moan. “Why, Hanta?”

“Shit, fuck!” He curses, eyes closed and fingers digging into your skin. You know he’s close, but you wish he was closer because your legs are burning and you feel them giving in. “Fuck, angel, it’s because I love you!”

You stop, eyes wide and heart beating fast. Sero opens his eyes, widening them.

“You love me?” You ask, gasping for air.

“I have to go.”

“What?!” You’re confused now, as he’s still inside you.

Sero pushes you away from him, quickly pulling his suit up as he tries to step into his shoes. You stare at him, dumbfounded and speechless as he makes his way to the bedroom window. Before you realize, he’s gone without a word.

And you’re sitting on the bed, still naked and sweaty, words sinking in.

Your best friend loves you back.

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my bright future's behind me

joel miller x f!reader

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con (reader is paying a debt), anal sex, rimming, anal douching*, oil as lube, oral (f receiving), mild spanking, masturbation (f), praise kink, brief sex toys mention, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap. word count: 5.8k chapter summary: The line between wanting to help your father and wanting to see Joel again blurs, and you find yourself at a familiar door asking for help. You know what's in store for you this time... don't you?

*NO DETAIL reader is given brief instruction on how to do it, and agrees to. no description of the actual event.

A/N: it's lengthier than I intened, but I really enjoyed writing about this in detail okay, let a girl have some fun. Like yeah, our reader is living in a hellish apocalyptic society and is an anal virgin going to a drug dealer to pay a debt with some serious dubcon vibes, but that man is going to be soft and gentle (ish?) af with her butthole and make her enjoy the hell out of it, okay? okay. let's go.

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Five weeks ago, heavy feet had carried you away from Joel's door in a daze.

You'd spent the first day waiting for your fathers pain medication to kick in. You spent the next getting him up and ready to go find work again. It was like watching a newborn deer finding its first footing; once he was up, a few stumbles and he was off, throwing himself back into work. He'd even picked up his medication himself at the end of the second week - you'd offered to go for him, but he declined. You deserved the rest, he'd said.

He'd come back, pills in hand, proclaiming how much of a "nice man" Joel Miller was. You didn't disagree.

You spent that night, fingers buried in yourself, whispering Joel's name into the dark as you clenched around fingers too small to feel satisfying.

Every night since then you remembered the look of Joel through the haze of the orgasm he'd slapped out of you. The weight of his cock, glistening head leaking precum as he rutted against you, the pressure of being filled over and over. His face, mouth agape, eyes glued to where you joined, mesmerized.

You came every time, whether it was to the thought of the first push of his cock into you, the firm, repetitive slap of his hand against your bare pussy, or his cum spattering across your naked body.

You didn't just grind pillows any more. Not all the time anyway. You bit into them, hard, stifling moans that you didn't dare let echo around the bare confines of your room. You made yourself writhe in sheets on a bed that felt too small, fingers stuffed to the knuckle, unable to reach the depths you craved. You'd even tried spanking yourself, desperate to chase that zinging feeling he'd given your pussy that day.

Weeks had gone by, and you'd spent every one using your own hands to chase the feeling of Joel Miller between your legs.

And now, an opportunity to grab those feelings presented to you all over again and, although your father was in pain, a part of you you'd kept hidden for weeks was glad for it. Five weeks to the day, and you were stood outside of Joel's apartment once again.

You knew what to expect now, you thought. You'd done this before, it was familiar. He was familiar. You knew how he moved, the sound of his voice, the look on his face when he came.

So, arm raised and feeling braver than you had any right to feel, you knock on Joel Miller's door for the second time.

A moment passes. Then another. You hear nothing beyond the door, and think about turning to leave, when there's a sudden click of the latch and the door flies open.

You'd psyched yourself up all day, but standing here you come to the stark realization that you're not ready to see him again at all. You shrink at the expanse of him.

His eyebrows raise as he leans toward the door frame. His dark eyes look you up and down and you stand there like an idiot, staring at him like you've never seen a man before.

"Can't say I expected to see you again so soon," he says, ticking his head to the side, inviting you in.

You walk past him, he doesn't move from the door way again, and you squeeze into his home.

The door snaps shut behind him, his feet thudding on the floor as he walks up behind you. You stay facing into his living room, staring at a deep scratch on the dining table he'd placed his whisky glass on five weeks ago.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart," he says, and you can hear the shit eating grin in his voice. He knew it was a stupid question. There was no other reason why you'd be here.

"My dad. He needs more. He's bad again and we can't..." you trail off, your poverty unspoken but understood.

Your eyes are locked on the table, you're trying not to clench your hands into fists. You weren't nervous this morning when you'd made up your mind, and now, trapped in this room with him your blood hummed with nerves, anticipation, fear, arousal. It was a cocktail you weren't familiar with and it was making you lightheaded.

Joel's footsteps thud again and you hear the nearby open and close of a cupboard door. He rounds back, appearing in front of you holding another familiar packet. He shakes it and you hear the rattle of pills.

"You ain't got any debt to pay off this time, sweetheart. You can take these right now and owe me... or you can pay me off right now."

You were waiting for this, but even so his offer makes your breath stop and your heart pound. You weren't just expecting it, you were wanting it, and you had a feeling he knew and his offer just proved that. He may as well have said do you want me or not. Your answer would be the same.

"What'll it be?" he says, extending the pill packet out with two thick fingers.

You take a deep breath. "I can... I can do right now. I-if that's okay?"

You can practically see the gotcha flash across his eyes.

"S'more than okay, sweetheart," he says, pocketing the pills with a smirk and crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"You know the drill - show me."

You begin to undress for him, stripping off your jacket and simple dress you'd worn to accommodate the dwindling summer heat. You'd worn your best underwear this time, the black cotton bra, faded to dark grey over the years, actually lifted you and showed off the valley between your tits. Equally faded black panties sat high over your hips.

He watches you like someone would have watched a boring TV show years ago - almost disinterested, but watching anyway. You remove your bra, freeing your breasts and dropping it to the floor. Hands come to your hips to shimmy your panties down your legs when he suddenly moves toward you. You stop immediately. He walks past you, around you, circling like a vulture, assessing your nearly bare body. He's so close you can feel the heat radiate off of him, but he doesn't lay a finger on you.

He completes another half circle, stopping when he's directly behind you. He can see the way the skant fabric of your panties parts the cleft of your ass.

"Take 'em off," his deep voice comes from behind you, closer than you'd expected.

You bend - perhaps more than you usually would - and pull your panties down your legs, pulling them past your knees and stepping out of them as you rise.

Warm hands smooth down the plush of your hips and to the swell of your ass, gripping and lifting your cheeks briefly before releasing. Both hands smack back onto your ass before he speaks again.

"It's a damn shame I never got to do this last time."

He kneads your ass some more, the feel of his massive hands foreign, all things considered. He'd touched you in ways no one ever had, in ways that had you reeling and dreaming of them still weeks later, and yet he had barely ever really touched you. He touched your thighs and your wet cunt, he'd tasted you and been inside you, but his hands had barely ventured further than that. You were unkissed, relatively untouched, and totally, utterly, fucked.

You steady yourself just as he withdraws, leaving your skin burning for him to touch you again.

"C'mon, bedroom. Got somethin' for you." You hear a smirk in his voice. You don't think the grin has left his face since you got here.

Once in his room, he pulls open a drawer on the large dresser. You peer inside. Colorful shapes fill it - you know these things, you've seen them before, but not in a long time. The last you'd seen being your own as you frantically stuffed underwear into a bag, ready to leave your home during the first evacuation at the end of the world.

The man is a god damned a sex toy collector.

"Why do you have all that?" Fuck. The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. If there's anything you shouldn't do, it's question a strange man about his sex toy collection.

He leans toward you, whispering in mock conspiracy, "I use 'em on sweet girls who come to see me when they can't pay."

He pulls out an unfamiliar object. You had seen the other things in the drawer before, but you'd never seen this.

"You know what this is?"

It looks like a fucking mutant turkey baster.

You shake your head.

"It's an anal douche, sweetheart." He trails a finger down your arm, the skin pimpling in its wake.

"You never seen one before, let alone used one, huh?"

You shake your head again. Your body immediately set on fire with the mention of it. He'd ghosted a finger over your asshole last time and promised you that he'd have it next time. Now, here you were. Next time. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get off from those exact words, if you hadn't tried touching yourself in the same way, going further and breaching yourself with a spit slicked finger, stopping barely a fingernail in, embarrassed even by yourself in the dark.

"You're gonna fill that up. Put that nozzle right in your pretty little asshole. Squeeze," he says softly, squeezing your arm. "Hold it in there for a little bit, and then you go push it out. Okay?"

You stare at him in dumbfounded silence - you'd never heard of this before and felt naive. One hand comes up and clasps your jaw, snapping your mouth shut, as he forces your head into a nod. He hands you the douche, and you take it. It's soft, but the nozzle is hard and unyielding.

"Good. Now you're gonna do that till the water runs clear, you got that? Don't want no messes." He moves to your side, looking between your face and your ass. Your face heats as his calloused hand smooths over your ass, giving another light slap to one of your cheeks.

You don't know what makes you do it, but you start talking. Rambling. Maybe panic at the unfamiliar had taken over, the nerves too much to bare, but the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"Or we could do the same as last time! I could even -" he cuts you off.

"You'll do this. Don't want anythin' else. Way I see it, I'm the one callin' the shots here. Of course, if you'd like me to do it for you..."

"What?!" you yelp in shock, your embarassement growing threefold. "No, no, please I-"

A dark laugh escapes his lips, he was fucking with you. "Didn't think so. Now, go on. You don't want to make a mess, do you?" You feel your cheeks heat with the preemptive embarrassment of that happening.

"I-I'll do it," you stutter, nodding your head once and looking down at your feet, willing the heat in your face to go away. You wanted what this led to, at least you thought you did. You'd thought about it enough, at least.

A kiss presses into your hair, the unfamiliar action melting your bones, sending you soaring. "Good girl."

A slap to your ass brings you back into the room.

"Get to it then, sweetheart. I'll be waiting outside. I want you clean, so no rushing."

The warmth of him moves away from you, back into the living room. You follow, watching, and he gestures to a partially open door next to his bedroom. You didn't pay attention to it last time, fear and tunnel vision blinding you to most of the details of his home.

You enter, close the door behind you, and take a shaky breath as you lean against the cool door.

You can do this. You just hope to fuck he doesn't hear a thing.

Joel is lounging on his couch reading a worn book when you exit the bathroom 15 minutes later.

"All good?" he says, not bothering to look up.

"Mhm," you nod. You didn't trust yourself with words and honestly, you had no real clue. You'd never done any of this before. You'd had thoughts, sure, but you were not familiar with any of it in practice.

He's up and moving toward you in an instant, the book thrown to his dining table as he passes it. You think you can see a growing hardness in his pants as he walks.

He looms over you, tracing gentle shapes over the bare skin of your upper arm, watching your nipples harden and a shudder run down your spine.

"Let's get you someplace more comfortable," he says with a softness to his voice that doesn't meet his eyes. His eyes are dark and molten.

He leads you back to his room and deposits you at the end of his bed once again. You stand awkwardly, hands and feet flexed in an attempt to push away your nerves. If Joel notices, he doesn't say anything.

"I've never-" you start.

"Oh, I know you've never had anything back here," he says, coming to stroke down your back and over the curve of your backside. "If you did you wouldn'ta jumped away from me last time."

Any humiliation that was bubbling beneath the surface floats away as he strokes gently over your hips and ass. The roughness of his hands against your soft skin makes your pussy thrum. If you were being honest, you'd turned up to his door wet and ready. By this point you were positively dripping.

"Have you ever..." you say breathlessly, closing your eyes. He laughs, it's raspy and deep, the sound of it sending another trickle from your pussy despite the anxious feeling in your belly.

"You ain't even the first I've ass fucked this week, sweetheart."

With that, he wordlessly moves you into place, turning you to face his bed, legs slightly parted. A hand comes between your shoulders to he push you down, making you hinge at the hips to bend over. Joel steps back, leaving you there nude, bent over his bed, and alone.

"Spread yourself for me."

You let out a shaky breath you didn't realised you'd been holding and reach behind you, gripping one plush ass cheek in each hand as you spread yourself for him. He approaches again, only to grip the meat of your ass with his massive hands to spread you wider, exposing both your holes completely to his gaze.

You slam your hands down on the bedsheets to steady yourself, the sound of blood rushing through your ears as you think of how much he's staring and where he's staring. Someone didn't tell your pussy this was meant to be embarrassing though, and you feel your heartbeat in your cunt.

Strong hands knead at you, pulling you apart and pressing you together over and over. You can hear Joel's breath get deeper behind you, enjoying the sight of your ass being manhandled.

Turning, you look around and up at him. His eyes are transfixed, and he's nodding gently, tilting his head from side to side as he drinks you in from every possible angle.

"Fuck yeah," he murmurs, looking up at you as he notices your stare. "Beautiful ass, sweetheart. You gonna let me play with it?"

You already want to moan. As if you fucking wouldn't let him play with it now.

You bite your lip and nod at him.

"Ain't I lucky," he grins, before crouching behind you. You feel a nip of his teeth on your ass cheek, then the same on the other. Your breath catches when you feel his tongue dip down into your folds, catching your clit and swiping upwards through the wetness of your pussy, pushing in briefly to taste you. He does it again, and again, and again. You're moaning softly with each swipe, his tongue moving closer to your ass with each lick. You're pouting, trying not to whine, when he pulls away just before he touches your tight ring.

"Someone's enjoying this," he mutters into your ass, soft lips placing another kiss to your cheek as he circles a finger around your dripping cunt.

Fuck yes I am.

You hear him laugh behind you, the puff of air from his nose fluttering across your spread holes. Your eyes go wide, realizing you'd been so lost in it all that you'd said it out loud.

He moves away from you completely, reaching to drag pillows down his bed. A tap to your ass prompts you to move.

"Get comfortable, sweetheart, might be a while."

Draping yourself over his pillows, you get to your knees and rest your forearms on the bed. He's moving around behind you when you duck your head lightly, trying to be discreet as you breathe in the rich scent of him from his pillow. The smell of him fills your lungs, leaving no space for nervousness now.

The bed shifts as Joel climbs on behind you, a hand stroking up your thigh. You can't help but sigh. You were really enjoying this - your dad and your 'reason' for coming here long forgotten.

Hands pull you apart once again, and he's back to kissing across both your cheeks. He returns to where he's spread you, and you feel the scruff on his chin scratch against your ass, another huff of his breath, and then a warm, wet tongue is finally licking over your asshole.

Your toes curl as he licks you in gentle circles, tasting you. You'd never felt anything like it, the sensation strange and not exactly as exhilarating as you were expecting. And then he moans and you finally get it.

"Oh."

He wiggles his tongue gently into your tight hole, not quite breaching you but adding a pressure that has you pushing back into him slightly, willing him on. A broad lick and a kiss to your hole later and he's pulling away again. He keeps pulling away but you're desperate for him to continue.

"Good girl. Stay nice and relaxed just like that for me, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper into his pillow.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart," he says, stroking a finger up and down over your asshole.

There's a small snick behind you, and the finger stroking you pulls your cheek to the side.

A dribble of something cold, thick, and wet trickles over your asshole, and drips down to your cunt. You flinch and wiggle at the feeling, but a hand clamps down around your calf, keeping you in place.

"What's that," you gasp.

Hand on your calf keeping you steady, you hear another snick behind you. A finger traces the trail the substance took, up from your pussy, spreading the slickness of it around as he gets to your tight hole.

"Cooking oil. Ain't no lube in the fuckin' apocalypse and I don't wanna go in dry. Tear my dick straight off, and I quite like you havin' two holes instead of just one."

The tip of his thick finger, slick with oil, pushes into your asshole. You take a deep breath and the pressure gives way, allowing his finger to breach you. The hand on your calf releases, and traces up to your ass, squeezing.

This is as much as you'd ever managed with yourself, but with Joel doing it, it feels so much more. The tip of one of his fingers so much thicker than yours, and the oil easing his way so much better than your spit slicked finger.

He wiggles and swirls the finger just inside your hole, and you whimper, toes clenching. This is nothing like his tongue. Something like this shouldn't feel so good, none of it should, but the embarassment is long gone and all you want is more.

The finger pulls from you before he can give you what you want, and you feel more oil being poured onto you.

You arch your back, hoping he'll go right back to what he was doing, and he does. Finger to your asshole, he circles gently once, before pushing in again, not stopping at one knuckle this time.

"Nnngh," you moan, as his finger settles deep into you.

"All the way in all in one, good fuckin' girl."

He pulls out half way before pushing back in, fingering your ass with his index finger and holding you open with the other hand so he can get a clear look at your ass taking his finger.

There's no stretch, just a fullness, and goosebumps prickling over you as he moves in and out. You settle into it after a few more pumps, skin calming as you do.

"How's that feel?" he says. He must have seen you relax back down into his pillows, or felt it as his finger moved inside you more easily.

"S'good," you mumble into his pillow.

"You like my finger in your ass?"

"Mm," you moan, as he picks up the pace, fucking you a little harder with his thick digit.

"Let's get another in you, huh? Sweet pussy would like that too, I can see her twitchin'."

He begins to curl his finger, swirling it around and stretching against your hole. Your skin prickles again and you let out a whine, the fullness and added stretch feeling so good.

The finger retreats again but it's quickly replaced with the feeling of two pushing into your ass, one slipping in just before the second starts to spread your hole further than ever.

You groan deep and low, the sound being pulled from your chest without warning. When he's down to the knuckles of his fist, he holds there, twisting and scissoring them deep in you.

You're breathing heavy, whimpering, as Joel plays with your asshole. At one point you hear the snick of the bottle again and feel his fingers withdraw half way before spreading, creating a valley between them and spreading your asshole open for him, when a drizzle of oil is poured onto them. His spread fingers funnel the oil into your ass, and he pushes them back deep into your needy hole.

Over and over, he pulls his fingers completely from you before punching them in quickly, giving you no time to recover as he watches your hole barely wink closed each time.

"Nice and oiled up now, sweetheart. Just a little more. Wanna see somethin'."

His voice is thick and heavy, loving watching the way your ass is taking his fingers, listening to the whimpers and moans you try to hold back.

He's not touched himself, but you can tell he's rock solid and desperate just from touching you. You lick your lips at the thought of his cock, remembering the faint taste of him he'd smeared on your mouth weeks ago, and you feel more slick drip from you.

It was funny, if you thought about it. The attention to your cunt last time such a stark contrast to the neglect it was receiving now. You didn't mind.

Slicked fingers speed up in your asshole, really fucking you now, your ass jiggling with each thrust of his hand. You let out a high pitched whine, and he fucks you through it, before burying his two digits deep in your ass. He keeps pushing against you, never ending pressure making him feel deeper and deeper than he is. As if reading your mind, his other hand comes down to swipe drips of oil across your clit, using the tips of his fingers to rub in soft circles.

He keeps the pressure in your ass, releasing and pushing rhythmically so it feels like he's fucking you impossibly deep. Another wave of goosebumps cascades over you, and you feel your neglected cunt tremble.

"Joel I - fuck - I'm gonna come. Please, I-" you gasp, holding onto the pillow tighter with one hand but scrambling frantically with the other, not knowing what to do. The pressure is so deep, so foreign, but so incredible. You've never felt like this.

"Fuuuck yeah," he grunts from behind you, pushing his fingers deep in you again. Instead of releasing them, he starts shaking his fist, fingers still buried in your tight asshole. His other hand swipes over your clit in tandem, and you feel it.

The crashing wave of it comes for you, and there's no running. You're consumed by him; nothing but the scent of him in your lungs, and his fingers deep inside you. Moans that only he has ever pulled from you. Nothing else exists. The world falling to shit, caring for your ailing father, the years of loneliness at the end of the world. Gone - chewed up and spit out and gone, all at the hands of Joel Miller.

Before you know it, your thighs and cunt are twitching as an orgasm batters into you, knocking the air out of you with a scream you can't give sound to.

"Comin' from bein' ass fucked, thatta girl. Filthy fuckin' girl," he pulls his fingers from your ass as you still twitch, riding through your orgasm totally empty. A slicked up hand slaps your buttcheek, sending another aftershock through you.

Joel rises to his knees and you hear the tell tale clatter of his buckle through the white noise in your head - you'd long forgotten you were nude and he was not.

You look around to see him stroking his thick cock with an oily hand. You whine, you could come again just from watching. Every nerve in your body is on absolute fire.

He slides his slick hard length up your ass, rutting himself against your crack.

"I'm fucking one of your holes today, sweetheart. Don't have to be this one though, but I'd like it to be."

"I want it," you moan without hesitation.

"That's a good girl," he says, sliding his cock between your cheeks a little quicker. "You give me what I want, and I give you what you want."

His solid cock pulls away from you, and he rests a hand on your lower back, pushing down on you gently to hold you still. You feel the tip of his cock drag down through the slick of your pussy before he swipes back upward toward your ass.

Knuckles drag across your ass as he pushes his hips forward, the tip of his cock in line with your hole. A firm press of his thumb to the tip of his cock, and your asshole gives way, letting him slip in.

"Would you look at that," he says, before pulling his thick tip out of your ass. You immediately feel more oil drizzle into your hole, still opened from his slicked head breaching you.

He pushes back in, even easier than before. The stretch of it sends the most ferocious wave of goosebumps over you yet, drawing a babbling moan out of you.

"Jus' look at that," he groans, eyes locked on his cock fucking into your asshole. He fucks his tip in and out of you for a moment, your moans dying down as you adjust to the feeling, before his hips push forward again.

"Fuck, I could just slip all the way in sweetheart," he says, pushing deeper into you. "All the way in." As he says it, he slips his cock further into you with ease, sliding down impossibly far in one smooth thrust.

He stills. You feel so full, so stretched, but you don't feel the weight of his balls against you, or the heat of his warm belly. There must be more to go, but this is already so much. You whimper, almost begging him to pull out, when a hand slips around between your legs and starts lightly caressing your pussy.

"If you want more you're gonna have to ask for it."

"P-please, Joel. I want more."

Finally, he pushes all the way in, his entire dick encased in your oiled heat. He throws his head back with a groan, drowning out your whimpers as he bottoms out, grabbing both of your hips to steady himself.

"Fuuuck."

There's so much of him in you, you try to wiggle forward to relieve the pressure, even with both his hands clamped on your hips.

"Hold still," he shushes you. "Hold still and take it."

You'd do anything he told you right now. You quieten and let him push into you more, his dick twitching in your ass sending a jolt through you. You can feel his balls on your cunt, slicked up from your pussy and the oil covering you.

"Hold that slutty little hole open for me," he growls.

There is no hesitation in you as you reach back with both hands to spread your cheeks for him. Your grip is hindered by the oil, but you hold firmly and pull, spreading yourself and allowing him even deeper into your ass. He was quickly making being spread for him your favorite thing in the world.

He pulls out, leaving just the tip in you once again, before fucking all the way back in in one motion, pushing the air out of you when his pelvis meets your thighs.

Somehow you still hold yourself open, moaning and rocking your hips, and he fucks into you, his large hands on you pulling you toward his cock with each thrust.

Joel's breathing is heavy as he fucks into your ass, grunting softly every so often. He shuffles his legs as they slip away, unable to get purchase on his sheets in the constraints of his jeans.

They slip again and he slams into you, hard, with a growl.

"Fuck," he grunts in frustration and you hear the frantic shuffle of fabric as he pulls his pants down his thighs, his dick still buried in your ass. His belt clatters again, and he quickly pulls out of you. The bed rocks as he moves to discard his jeans, before he climbs back behind you, placing his feet either side of your knees. You try to look around in confusion, but then he lifts your hips, lines himself up, and in one smooth move, he's pushing his entire cock down into you.

"Oh, fuck," you whine, high pitched and desperate.

You let out a keening high pitched scream as he pulls out and slams into you again, and then he's fucking you in earnest.

He's like an animal, grunting as he ruts into you, fucking his cock down deep into you so far you swear you can feel your organs shift.

"That's it, she's likin' it now, huh. She's fuckin' likin' it now," he snarls.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes," you chant with each gasping breath.

Your hands slap down onto the bed, white knuckle gripping the sheets as he pounds into your asshole from above.

"Ohhhh, yes - fuck - yeeaaahhhh," you groan. You can't tell if you're coming, it feels so good that you could be but it doesn't feel the same. You have definitely never felt this before.

"Takin' it so - fuck - fuckin' well, sweetheart," he gasps. "So. fuckin'. well."

He speeds up, pounding faster and faster, his balls smacking against the meat of your ass.

"Gonna come in this fuckin' asshole. Gonna get my cum all up in you."

"Please," you don't know what you're begging for, but his thrusts accelerate and that might just be it. You're screaming around him, his hips stutter, slamming into you. Joel's thighs quiver with the force of his orgasm, rattling the entire bed as he shakes and unloads deep into your ass.

You've deafened yourself. You've maybe came, you can't tell. All you know is your body is on fire and your mouth is dry. You could sob and you don't know anything, you just know it feels so good and so much.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you lie there, face down, in a daze.

Joel lowers his shaking knees to the bed, still buried in your ass. His grip on your hips relaxes, fingers unconciously soothing you in gentle circles. His breath is heavy, and for a moment you feel him lean over your spent body to press a kiss to your back, before he retreats, pulling out of you and leaving your asshole still full of him.

You don't know how long you're there, ass still in the air, head floating through a million different universes, too fucked out to care you're still naked on Joel's bed.

"C'mon, sweetheart," says Joel, his voice gruff from heavy breathing. "Gotta get you home." You feel his oily hand softly pat you on the thigh, bringing you back to reality.

There's a thump as your clothes hit the bed, and you look around to see him for the first time since he put his dick in your ass. He's fully dressed again already, running a hand through his graying hair, sweat patches blooming on his t-shirt.

You nod at him and sit up - the floaty feeling has escaped your head and is buzzing all through your veins, creating a distance between you and your body. You mindlessly dress yourself, and he watches.

When you stand, your legs are somehow steadier than last time, and you don't even stumble as you pull your panties up the rest of the way.

Joel guides you out of his home, no offer of a hand or a touch to steady you. You slide your feet into abandoned shoes when he unlatches the door and pulls it open. Fishing around in his jean pocket, he pulls out the packet of pills, holding it out for you to take.

You thank him, taking the pills and walking from his apartment. You don't turn, intending to walk away from him before he can close the door on you again.

"I'll make you a deal," he calls out to you. You stop in your tracks. "You keep comin' to collect for your daddy and I'll give you those pills for free."

You frown and turn to look at him. He's standing in the doorway with his arms crossed like you'd just arrived. "That's not free. I won't whore myself for pills."

He lets out a wry laugh, "You already are, sweetheart."

Shaking his head, he closes the door on you once again, leaving you alone in the hallway.

And he still hasn't kissed you.

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Summary : waking up with the person that you love is like heaven, even if it present you as a menace…

Warning ! : idol!au, a lot of fluff, few kisses, reference to suggestive (a bit) Jungkook being the clingiest and teasing boyfriend coded (weakness) you want to kick him out but he’s jk. Comfort, ref to friends to lovers..

A/N : it’s the first time I do a fic like that, will see how it will go 😭 be indulgent about it pls (low English sorry) love y’all

Muscles on your body felt almost breaking down by all the hard working that you did. Jungkook already told you to stay healthy, stubborn as you are, you want to give all you can do for making people proud of you, specially Jungkook. The biggest point common that you both have is how you work hard for things that you love, but different level, you thought.

The sunlight get on your both naked body covered by the sheet on your bed. It’s seem for you so long since you really get a real good sleep with all the stress overwhelming you. Despite it, you feel guilty to tell him about it knowing that he certainly work ten times much and harder that you. You want to put yourself on his shoes for not being a selfish one. Though, he’s being here with you since the day one, supporting you and make you laugh on the hardest moment, he was all you could asked for. You both been busy with him and his promotions, and you with your studies and classes. When he was away apart, it’s like a part of you who go with him, it’s not the same when he isn’t here..

You turn your face slightly to his side, using his tattooed arm as a pillow. He was sleeping peacefully, good thing that he took the time to rest with all the trip and work that he did. Jungkook is Jungkook, god knows how much he could take with his self, still feeling you good despite all of it. His hair in front of his forehead, sweet cheeks who got the envy to squish them, why does he seem that innocent when he definitely not?

Open his eyes softly, meeting your gaze on him

“Keep sleeping, sorry for waking you babe”

his sleepy eyes met yours lazily, putting you closer to his bare chest. You can’t tell if he’s awake or sleepy. So cute. He hums a bit before getting into his sleep state.

“Why do you seem so tensed, did you sleep well?” He mumbled calmly

“it’s you that hug me too tight, you can feel my bones at this point” tease him softly as caress his cheek. It’s ridiculously true that Jungkook loves physical touch, always wanting you close, specially when it’s only you and him.

“you’re lying, I’m holding you with a tenderness touch”

“You’re the one who do, I can’t even get away from your hold, even in your sleep”

“why would you go away from me?” He asked with fake confusion before continue with a smirk

“seem like you loved my hold last night when I took you on the kitchen”

Getting a hit of shyness, you put your hand on his mouth to shut him out “shut up, stop being that wild”

“rain, rain, rain, you can’t fake it” he sings softly

“ you just up from bed and it’s the first thing that it came on your mind?” smile slightly at his behaviour

“what else could I think of? I keep having your taste on my tongue” tease you, how he loves make you that flustered, too much for him

he nuzzled his face on your soft neck and letting some kisses there and there.

“fuck. I could spend my days like that, never get enough”

“not me, go away” tease him slightly, but at your surprise, he knows how to play this game too

“ what? Okay now I’m really upset” stand up from bed, missing already his touch “gonna see bam, he will take my affection”

“Wait, what? No okay come back, I’m kidding” hug his waist by behind as nuzzling your face on his neck “finally, I want your touch, I missed it”

“..why are you so cute?..” As taking your hands, wrapping them around his neck as being in front of you, he cuddles you, laying down on the bed. Shower your throat and bare chest with light kisses

“I love you, I love you, how are you mine?”

you could ask the same question, is he serious? He has the entire world into him and he asking you that?

“I love you too baby, I missed you so much, feeling lonely without you, or maybe because I am?” He laughed at your soft behaviour, at those moments, he just want to stop time and and being with you, being with people he loves without being away from them. He know that almost, he will not be apart to see you for two years, why do they make him apart of you when it’s the time where you’re supposed to spend a lot of time together?

”I missed you too, so much that I could cry if I still think about that” he say softly

“please don’t, don’t want to see your teary eyes or I will cry too”

“ we’re a good match of sensitive”

You both do a high five as an accomplishment

“Don’t you find it’s like the wassup thing” you say lightly like if you found out a new thing

“ yeahh” he told it in a playful tone

“we should do what we used to do before we date”

“bro it’s been too long since, I thought we replaced it by kisses” you remember when you both were into that comfy friendship, three years ago. You both were best friends before dating, but with his career going on, it was hard to keep seeing each other, maybe it didn’t changed that much now too. Jungkook always told you during your friendship that he didn’t have the time to date, seem like he was right, but your both feelings are strong enough to handle the separation, and he make it easier by his face call, messages and his huge affection when he’s back. Dating Jeon Jungkook is hard, but he make it easier, for you

“Just a reminder, we already did all the couple stuff last night baby” he whispers it in your ear as taking your hand

“why are you such a menace? Aish, you can’t stay still for one second?”

“I told you that I was hard to handle, it’s difficult to date Jeon Jungkook” he say as putting a peck on your lips, putting your sitting body close to him by your tights ”let’s go, leshugoo”

As getting ready to do the wassup check, you both put a distance between your hands. Before your both hands get slapped together, You dodge his hand like a feint. His hand was held there, only tapping the air. You faked it. He looked at you with confusion in his starry eyes before his lips forming a pout. You burst out laughing.

“you laughing? You seem that confident, huh?” You couldn’t stop laughing

“sorry, I couldn’t contain myself of doing it, you were so ready and I-“ before you couldn’t continue, he kisses your lips half roughy but soft at the same time.

“ I will take my revenge” he tell you with a smirk on his face

As hugging his shoulders, you keep giggling softly

“you’re the one who were so wild with me at first, need to teach you a lesson”

“but I was just playing with you” he whines softly as looking at you

“me too, I couldn’t stop laughing about it by the way” you smiled

“no, you made fun of me” he pout again, can’t contain a smirk going.

“so you shouldn’t be all lovey with me at the first”

“let me love my girlfriend in peace” “you already loved her enough last night”

Now it’s his turn to laugh, seem like you became wild like him. Such a menace.

“I will give you back what you just did, will see who will laugh this time”

With him, you can be ready to anything because obviously, he plays hard when he plays, and not only in sex.

You put a soft peck on his lips, and again, until you say “why not forget that? As besties, we shouldn’t fight, huh?

“besties, huh?” He say playfully as playing with your hair “I would gladly do but I need something in return, something that only you can give me, only from you I accept”

“something from me? What’s it? “ look at him with envy eyes. You want him so fucking bad.

“ let me show you and I might forgive you about what you did to me” he say playfully, caressing softly your tights, hands directly in your bare ass as putting kisses in your neck. There we go again

“what happened to the ‘wassup bro’ coded” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“few kisses won’t ruin our friendship, baby”

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a/n : why does it look so bad??😭 I’m reflecting myself about posting it. Hope that it’s just my eyes and you will love it. Love yaaa💕

Do not copy, translate!

[psilliguykai]

WELCOME TO WILLIAM’S WANTON WEARY WILES!

An impulsive, apathetic man’s misanthropic jams. An eclectic collection of futile dissensions, a pretentious pile of literary bile filled with self destructive theatrics and rectifying tactics and any other slew of showy words.

Welcome.

(Info under the cut)

*queue WTTH instrumental*

Hello boys, girls, neithers, boths, and in-betweens and welcome to William’s Wanton Weary Wiles, a Will Wood/WWATTW x CCCC AU! Consider this a masterpost. Note that this AU is still very much in development, and this post will be updated as things change/get added :] Also. being totally up front. I’ve never made an AU or attempted a story this complex before, so please bare with me if things get confusing! Feedback is appreciated ^^

Warning! WWWW tackles sensitive topics, but nothing foreign to Will Wood or Chonny Jash’s music. Appropriate warnings will be put in the tags of each post, but overall CW/TW for: alcoholism/addiction, mental health issues, suicidal ideation, manipulation, and (moderate) violence.

The WWWW AU story is very similar to the original CCCC album, but with slightly different themes and tone. It still follows HMSW after Whole splits, creating Heart, Mind, and Soul. However, each character and their dynamics + certain plot points (e.g the Juno incident) are altered.

Asks about this AU are extremely welcome! Could be genuine questions, thoughts, serious, silly - anything (so long as it’s SFW!) is great and will help me with making this a Better and Actual Thing :3

In WWWW each member of HMSW represents and is based off of a WW(ATTW) album. Each character’s songs are from their respective albums, and the story will be told in the form of a written series of covers of songs by WW/WWATTW (plus some visual pieces :]). These will be posted individually and linked here as they get released.

3/31/25 EDIT: The information above is somewhat outdated! The idea of having to write 20+ song covers has been kind of killing my motivation for this project, so I've decided I will only be writing the covers I'm confident and interested in. However, the full tracklist with notes on what happens in each song will be posted soon[ish] and hyperlinked here when it's finished so you all still get the full storyline :]

While HMSW still exist with the same vague concepts and color themes, they do diverge a decent bit from the original CCCC album and I would not consider them to be representations of canon HMSW (or of any real people, including Whole /srs). Ref sheets have been posted and are linked in each character's name.

Important overall info: 

- HMS exists in a sort of parallel reality I’m calling Marybell (as a reference to Suburbia Overture as well as The Prescription). It’s a town within Will’s psyche that reflects his reality. It can change depending on his state of mind/current situation, and pretty much only exists to provide a physical space for HMS.

- Time loop!! Soul remembers every loop and knows the vague events that happen when Will is whole (though the memories are less clear than when he’s split). Heart and Mind don’t remember previous loops and aren’t really aware of anything when HMS is combined. Physical changes caused to any of HMS remain, even when the timeloop resets.

- LI does exist in WWWW! She’s about as significant as she is in CCCC and will probably get at least an intro, if not her own ref sheet at some point. I also have a sort of Darrell-equivelant which will probably get his own thing at some point as well.

Meet the cast: 

All characters have multiple names which can/will be used interchangeably. I’ve included the pronouns I think the characters would use, but you all are welcome to use whatever you’d like for any of them. Run free :3 here are the posts with the ref sheets for each of them - info on its own is below:

William

Jimmy/Laplace/Cotard

Whole:

- Whole/Will/William Racheal McSprout

- In Case I Make It

- He/him (GNC Cis Guy)

- 23-24 years old across the album

- Works at a small grocery/general tourist store

- Makes music as a side hobby. Not that successful lol. He makes decent stuff though - within the AU, the ICIMI covers featured would be considered his original music. 

- Spends his extra money on video games, alcohol, music equipment (sorta, though he mostly borrows shit and uses free programs), and serving cunt (fashion/makeup stuff)

- Not aware of HMS, though they’re aware of him. Mostly just feels a general sense of dissonance during splits, rather than Knowing the presence of these Multiple Actual Guys. Can’t interact with Marybell, same as HMS can’t (directly) interact with the “Real World”.

Soul:

- The Soul/Mr. Capgras/Cotard/Atlas

- He/it

- SELF-iSH

- Whole’s “self” - who he is at his core. His identity and personality at its most raw form. 

- He’s the most in-tune with Will’s actual state of being (health, emotions, etc.) and considers himself to somewhat be William, just separated and with pieces of himself missing. 

- Ultimate goal is to become a Happy Healthy and Alive Whole. Unlike in CCCC, the self-destruction is left more to H/M in this one .

- Knows he needs to get Heart and Mind to work together if he wants to keep William good and well, but he’s growing incredibly tired throughout the loops. He primarily experiences Will’s worst moments and rarely gets a break. Spends most of him life trying to get these. Fuckers. to get along and he’s so incredibly done with both of them. Growing distant, but ultimately does care about H/M on a personal level and really wishes they could all be happy together.

Mind:

- The Mind/Laplace/Al/Marsha/Apollo

- He/she

- The Normal Album

- Whole’s logic, as well as his self-control and calculated decision making. Doing his best to keep Will stable and often doing so to the point of burnout.

- Primarily tries to keep Heart in check, to the point of excessively trying to control it and Soul. Wants to keep Whole productive and functional by any means necessary. 

- At the end of the day, he does want Whole to live a happy life, but (despite keeping up a facade of superiority and strength) fears Heart’s impulsiveness/ erratic nature and feels the need to over-compensate in order to keep Will safe. 

Heart:

- The Heart/Jimmy/Vestal/Artemis

- He/it

- Everything Is a Lot

- Whole’s emotions, as well as his impulsiveness and indulgence. Sometimes joy-seeking, sometimes self-destructive. Often those two go hand in hand.

- Focused on breaking free from Mind’s controlling nature, trying to get her and Soul to “live a little”. Wants to allow Whole unbridled indulgence (in every whim and emotion, including negative) often to the point of self-destruction. 

- Ultimately knows he’s wrecking Will, but finds it’s the only way he knows to soothe his suffering. He knows Mind is right about them needing to get their shit together, but finds him difficult to work with and listen to when he’s so excessively overbearing. 

Tags:

Everything about this AU will be listed under the tags #wwww au and #william’s wanton weary wiles. 

Additional tags (color-coded according to character): #William Racheal McSprout, #Jimmy wwww, #Al wwww, and #Mr. Capgras wwww

[apomaro-mellow]

Built for Loving 4

Part 3

Eddie had been assisting others with their own projects for about two months before he was given another assignment. It was one of the odder ones that the others either had no interest or no time for. Eddie was still drawing up the design for a small child. He’d sent two versions already but they’d been rejected with comments and tweaks to make. He’d been pretty good about ending his shifts without overtime and even spending some face time with Wayne. 

Of course, just as things were getting smooth, there was a bump in the road. He was once again summoned by an intern and brought to one of the labs where Owens was waiting. Instead of looking at him though, Eddie was drawn to the operating table, where a figure lay under a white sheet….like a cadaver.

“There’s another problem with your bot”, Owen sighed, like he was tired of seeing Eddie.

“Again?”, Eddie blinked, looking at him now.

“I want you to look at this report from IT. I want you to scrub this bot completely clean and get it right.”

“Don’t want him coming back a third time?”, Eddie asked as he went over to one of the monitors where the report was already pulled up.

“There won’t be a third time, kid. If it doesn’t work, he gets scrapped, you go on probation, and if we haven’t completely lost the trust of the client, someone else will fulfill the request.”

Eddie turned in his chair. “‘Scrapped’? Like-”

“We’ll strip down the usable parts to be recycled, but his software’s gonna have to go.”

Eddie bit his lip and nodded. “Understood.” He commended himself on keeping his voice even, despite the sirens going off in his head. He had everything to lose if this didn’t go right. He didn’t just want to save Steve from the trash heap, this job was his dream. What was he going to do if he failed his first assignment? He turned back to the monitor and Owens left him to it, knowing he had something to prove now.

He scoured the report. It was a transcription of the call from the customer to IT. Eddie worried that Steve had refused a request, but this was different. He opened up the recording of the call to listen to it as he read.

“Brenner Bot Helpline, this is Derek, how may I assist you?”

“This damn bot is broken”, the client hissed. Eddie recognized his voice from Steve’s records from before.

He skipped past the phone operator getting the identification information and asking the prerequisite questions. He resumed play when they got to the meat of the problem.

“This thing isn’t working.”

“Can you explain in detail?”

“It’s…clingy! And cloying. It follows me around whenever it’s on, asking about me, asking things it shouldn’t, retaining things it shouldn’t!”

Eddie paused again. This was getting serious. The operator asked for specific incidents and times and Eddie decided to use that as a reference as he watched the recordings. He slid over to the table, knowing Steve was under it. As soon as he removed the cloth, he could see why Owens put it on. Despite his harsh reality check the first day Steve left, he must have known it would kill Eddie to see him like this.

The client had used the new skin to the fullest. Steve’s body was littered with bruises. His face was the only part of him not marred in black or purple. Eddie almost heaved. He attached the cord and covered him back up, then slid to the computer. He skimmed Steve’s records until he got to the first incident mentioned.

Like before, this was in Steve’s point of view, so he couldn’t see Steve, couldn’t see exactly how he moved or expressed himself. But he could check the code record later. For now, he just needed to see exactly what the issue was.

They were in bed together, the client shirtless and sweaty. Steve was able to read his vitals and tell that it would be some time before he was ready to go again, already calculating the likelihood of another round based on the fact that he hadn’t been put in sleep mode yet. Pleasure bots were designed to learn and adapt to their owner’s preferences. So Eddie could tell something was wrong when Steve spoke and his owner looked annoyed.

“When will you be back?”

“I’ll be back when I’m back. Probably Thursday.”

“I know you’re busy with the Evans deal. But can’t Franklin handle it?”

The client frowned deeply. “Enter sleep mode.”

Steve closed his eyes, ending the recording. Eddie’s hand was over his mouth. Remembering client preferences was one thing. But, well, to put it simply, their typical clientele for pleasure bots usually didn’t want them to be able to recall things like other people’s names, or what was happening in their lives. When they were booted up for the first time and the client went through all their preferred settings, the last step was assigning them a prime directive. This took precedence over everything and any information that wasn’t important to the directive was typically discarded within twenty four hours. 

And Eddie could just guess what this guy made Steve’s prime directive - be my sex slave, be my fuck toy, or something to that effect. Something simple. He shouldn’t be able to recall things related to the guy’s job, sensitive things. With a malfunction like this, Steve could ruin the guy’s life if he talked to the wrong person.

Eddie went to the next incident. The client was getting ready as Steve watched him get dressed. From his vantage point, Eddie could tell that Steve was on the ground.

“Do you have to go?”, Steve asked.

“You know I do. You always know”, the man griped as he buckled his belt.

“To her.” Steve’s voice got an odd edge to it.

“She’s my wife. It’s quite vexing that she understands this arrangement and yet you do not.” Fully dressed, he came over to Steve and knelt down, fiddling with something until Eddie could see that it was rope.

Steve looked down at his wrists and ankles, rubbed red. “Is this love?”, he asked.

But the client was already up and at a mirror, checking himself over. “Put yourself to bed.”

“Do you love me?”, Steve asked again.

“Not this again. Enter sleep mode. Now!”

The screen went black and Steve presumably dropped right there on the floor instead of into bed as instructed. Eddie’s gut felt like it was going to fly out of his ass. He stood and went over to Steve, turning him on.

“Enter diagnostic mode”, Eddie said as he grabbed a tablet to bring up the client’s preferences that he set up.

Steve sat up and looked forward, ignoring Eddie who stood right next to him. “Entertainment automaton, by Brenner Ventures, subject to copyright. Product I.D. EDM-001.” Just like before, his voice was monotone. 

Eddie swallowed and tried to ignore the bruises around his neck as he went down the checklist. “Client name?”

“Gerwin Hammond.”

That was the name on file. Check. “Personality parameters?”

“Agreeable, submissive, unable to say no, will do anything for Gerwin, even kill.”

That was exactly what was on file. Although, Gerwin’s own addition was a little worrying, so Eddie went ahead and asked the follow up.

“Can you kill?”

“All Brenner Bots are unable to harm a human, whether directly or indirectly, or through inaction.”

Eddie sighed a breath of relief. So far so good. Now the one he was truly worried about. The prime directive. He asked Steve his. On file, Gerwin had given the directive to be his pet. About what Eddie had expected.

“To be loved.”

The tablet fell from his hands. “Repeat last statement and elaborate.”

“The prime directive of this mechanism is to be loved.”

“Shitshitshit!” Eddie went to the door and locked it. He then went to the monitor to see Steve’s code. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening!” Then he paused in his typing. “What the fuck is even happening? I- …Did I really program a robot…to love…?” 

His fingers flew across the keyboard, searching Steve’s code for anomalies. His first time out the gate, Eddie hadn’t wanted to rock the boat too much. He thought he’d gone really basic. But his coding had always gotten praise. And he did give this one his all. Still, that didn’t explain any of this!

“There’s gotta be something I missed. Something obvious. Something that’s making him-like this!” Eddie’s head shook frantically, his desperation growing as he failed to find anything off in the coding. “This is wrong, this is wrong, this is all wrong! Dammit!”, he slammed his fists on the keyboard.

“There’s something wrong with me?”

Eddie froze. Then slowly, he turned around. Steve was still sitting perfectly straight, like a marble statue. But instead of looking straight ahead into nothing, he was looking right at Eddie.

“How did-you’re supposed to be in diagnostic mode.”

“What’s wrong with me?”, Steve urged.

“Ohhhh so many things. Somanythings”, Eddie squeaked the second bit as the situation fell on top of him. Then Steve’s face fell and he quickly backtracked. “No! No nono, there’s nothing wrong with you, just-your code? Or something, I don’t know!”

“Why doesn’t he love me?”

Eddie had no words for a moment. But that gave him a few seconds to process. There was nothing wrong with Steve. If anything, he had the possibility to be a marvel of technology.

“Do you…love Gerwin?”

“I do”, Steve smiled.

“And you want him to love you back?”

“More than anything.”

Eddie needed time to figure this out. But Steve didn’t have time. Even if he claimed to need a week, a month to figure out and fix Steve’s issue, Owens or one of the other guys would just pop in to check on his progress. He couldn’t let anyone see Steve like this. Steve was going above and beyond his programming right now, which was technically a malfunction. He’d get scrapped in a heartbeat.

“Okay, okay…okay”, Eddie paced about. “First thing’s first. Reset skin.”

Steve’s flesh changed, the bruises disappearing completely. It was like it had never happened. Whatever ‘it’ was.

“Does it hurt?”, Eddie asked, unable to help himself.

“No. But I remember the pain”, Steve said.

Voices passing the lab in the hallway reminded Eddie of where they were. “We gotta get you outta here. Stay put for a second and if anyone comes…play dead or something.”

Steve tilted his head and Eddie groaned.

“I mean just like-drop if you see someone other than me. Understand?”

“Understood.”

Eddie left to grab things for their grand escape. He couldn’t just walk out the front door with company goods. There were cameras everywhere. He passed a custodian closet. Perfect. He returned to his lab section and held the uniform up to Steve. It came with a hat and a mask to cover his nose and mouth.

“And the cherry on top”, he held out a wig. “Passed by a cart on the way here.”

It brushed Steve’s shoulders. Because it had been in a cart with other hair pieces, it was messy and unstyled. But that was just perfect.

“Just keep your head down and follow my lead.”

The ensemble was missing shoes, but Eddie was hoping most wouldn’t notice. He’d worked a few janitorial gigs and people tended to ignore them. Eddie checked that the coast was clear before leaving the lab. It was nearly the end of his shift anyway. No one should bat an eye at him leaving a few minutes early. Steve walked alongside with him, which might seem strange, but it couldn’t be too odd for an employee to shoot the breeze with a janitor, right?

The weight on his shoulders eased as they got close to the front doors. But of course, it just couldn’t be that easy for them. The person who came from one of the halls wasn’t even someone Eddie recognized. They worked on a different floor. That was the moment Steve chose to remember the command he had given him earlier as his knees gave out from under him.

Eddie just barely kept him from collapsing with a groan, garnering the attention of the woman. Holding up a man made of metal was no simple feat.

“Oh my god, is he okay?”

“Yep! Yep, perfectly fine”, Eddie said. “Get up”, he ordered through gritted teeth.

Steve stood, looking in good health for all to see, but the woman didn’t look too convinced. Eddie nudged him with his elbow.

“You’re fine, right? Tell her you’re fine.”

“I’m fine”, Steve answered.

“Anywaaaaayyy, gotta go”, Eddie grabbed Steve by the shoulders and pushed him the rest of the way. He didn’t breathe until they were at his van. And even then, the situation didn’t dawn on him until they were at his apartment and he watched Steve look around.

“....I am so fired.”

Part 5

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: You always had a fear for slasher movies, but your boyfriend with a mask kink will help you with that.

PAIRING: Ghostface masked¡Leon x GN¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.430k

WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW, roleplay, mask kink, Leon dresses as Ghostface, consent, fucking in the kitchen, on the counter, scream movies references! Dom¡Leon.

NOTES: Just wanted to do something for Halloween and not let it just pass through without nothing. Even if it's small, i hope you guys enjoy :)

You were gripping into the sheets of the couch. Your eyes were glued to the tv as you kept your body fumbling around to ease the fright away. The way the murderer on the screen was killing his victims with no pity was making your gut knot and a bad sensation creeping from your spine all the way up to your nape, and you swear you could hear voices screaming, pleading for your help and calling for your name as if you were the only one who could save them. Those poor souls, you couldn’t help them even if you wanted to. You closed your eyes when that grotesque man lifted his ax, ready to spare an innocent soul and just collected even more reasons to burn in the pit of hell for the rest of his post-life. The joints of your fingers were turning white as you grip tightly into the sheets, you couldn’t stand that movie not even a second anymore. And honestly, you didn’t know how your boyfriend was so normal about something that almost made you puke out your organs in disgust.

With an agonizing yelp, it was enough for you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling like you’re in the victim's skin and like you’re about to be killed. You were transported to that abandoned house of the movie, facing that assassin right in front of your eyes, you could see the lack of humanity in his eyes. Your chest was rising up and down non-stop, you looked around and saw how you didn’t have a way to escape, and the crows around were already hungry, his deep empty black eyes staring at you. The crows on the tree branch next roared. Without noticing, your boyfriend took the remote and paused the movie, finally taking note of your shaking state of fear.

—”Hey, baby…what happened?” Leon orotundly said, one of his hands making way to your shoulder. You jolted, still visibly startled, you opened your eyes to see around and see that you’re still in your house, safe. —”You don’t seem fine.”

His lips pursed as his face turned into a preoccupied frown. You took a sharp intake of air, slowly regaining your bearings.

—”I…I was…there.” You pointed to the tv, he followed your finger and tilted his head to the side. Slowly, the corners of his lips turned into a cheeky smile.

—”Oh. So is my precious angel scared?” He leaned closer, letting a sardonic chuckle escape as his biceps brought you closer to his body. —”There’s no need to be, okay? I’m right here to protect you.”

With a huff, you slapped his hand softly over your shoulder, in an attempt to push him away. That insolent smile made it clear that he was not taking you seriously at all.

—”I’m being serious, Leon.” You got up from the couch, with a sigh and looked down at your boyfriend, who’s carefreely manspreading there still. —”I don’t find it funny.”

He tried his best to vanish his smile, but he couldn’t. Instead, he got up with his hands on his thighs to help him raise his body up. His figure walks closer, his hands crawling all the way to your waist and bringing you close. Leon and his graceful pair of deep blue eyes darted to you, you always swore you could drown on them since the first time you looked at them.

—”I’m sorry, it was not my intention to make fun of you, darling.” Leon's face approached your neck, leaving a soft gentle kiss there that made you feel like levitating.

—”But you were making fun of me, I know that damn smile.”

—”Uhm, yeah. Maybe I was, just a little.” He melted into a laughter, you felt the hot air leaving his mouth and going against your skin, making your skin bristle. —”But don’t be mad at me, please. I couldn’t contain seeing you so scared because of a movie.”

—”You know that I don't like these slasher movies, they’re gross.”

—”You’re right. But they have hot villains too.”

—”Do you find those monsters hot, Leon?”

—”And who doesn't?” Your boyfriend lifted his face, he had a perplexed expression, speechless that you don’t seem to agree with him on that.

—”I don’t know how you find these…things hot.” Gesturing your hands to the tv, he gasped audibly, straightening up his stance to fight you with arguments.

—”And how DON’T you find them hot?” He shook his head in disbelief, pressing his own lips together. —”I don’t know how to explain, but the ones with masks are even better.”

—”You’re crazy.” It’s your time to giggle, finding it strange how he was defending his favorite characters.

—”Oh come on, you’re telling me that you never felt a single thing for Ghostface?”

—”I mean…was I supposed to?”

—“Of course, darling! He’s ironic and makes great jokes and plus, he has a hot voice.”

—”That modified voice?”

—”Yes, that one.” He smiled, biting his lower lip. You lifted one eyebrow at him, astonished. —”Look, I can prove to you that Ghostface is hot. You’ll see that you’re wrong.”

—”I doubt that, I'm mostly terrified by him.” You sighed, letting your body fall down into the couch again. Leon followed you, and quickly, you felt his weight above you, his hands around your body keeping you trapped into a big hug.

—”And why are you terrified by him?”

—”Look, I…I don't know exactly. But he creeps me out.” Honestly, you didn’t have exact reasons, maybe it is your (ir)rational fear of killers that made you feel like that.

—”Is it because of what is happening in the town?” Leon took one curl of your hair, playing with it whilist your body was being smashed by his weight.

—”You’re talking about all those deaths suddenly in the region? Maybe it is. The feeling that a serial killer close to us really scares me even more.”

—”But I'm here to protect you, silly.” He pouted, kissing your lips briefly as your hair curls are where his eyes were focused.

—”I know this, but what if you’re not around to protect me?”

—”It won’t happen. Now forget this thing for a moment.” Leon looked you in the eyes, kissing your lips again but this way lingering for more. You smiled at him.

—”I better trick myself into believing this.”

—”But hey…I may have a way to ease your fears right now.”

—”What are you planning to do, mister?” You giggled, not knowing what to expect next of your boyfriend plans. His smile turned wicked for a moment, he brought himself closer to your ear and whispered.

—”I bought a fantasy, and maybe this could help you out.”

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That’s where you find yourself now, somehow you agreed to this and decided to give it a try at your boyfriend’s fantasy. Against the cold countertop, your elbow was slightly cold due to the contact with the wood piece in your kitchen, the sound of your phone ringing startled you, making you dart your face to the phone in your hands, the unknown number calling out made you gulp down.

—”H-Hello…?” Holding the phone out next to your ear, you heard a heavy breathing on the other side, making your hands tremble.

—”What’s your favorite scary movie?” That firm and inexpressive voice asked you, just as Leon told it was going to be before. Even if you agreed to that, the fear is unbearable.

—”I…I don't like scary movies.”

—”Oh. And why don’t?”

—”Because they’re scary. I don’t like to feel scared.” You sighed. Walking around the kitchen with the phone close, you wonder where Leon is hiding during this roleplay.

—”Too scared, aren’t you just a precious angel?” He chuckled with that strange voice, making you twist your nose. —”You never told me your name.”

—”Why do you wanna know my name?”

—”I wanna know who I'm looking at.” That was not in the script. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest in the most cartoonist way possible, your eyes roaming everywhere to find where he is.

—”Leon…this was not in the script. Stop scaring me!” You blurted out to the air, not even the breathing was heard on the phone anymore. That’s when your eyes catch a glimpse you didn’t recognize.

A masked man in your window door outside, tilted his head to the side and waved at you. You felt your eyes slowly grow bigger by the sight. The phone fell from your hands right on the ground, Leon didn’t tell you about that. The lights frickle, making everything black in a flash, you yelped, holding onto your own shoulders and shutting your eyes in hope this was just a nightmare.

But the hands that creeped in your waist showed you this was no nightmare, it was totally real. In the darkness your breath hitched as that masked man made his way behind you, pulling you close to his body by the waist. When the light comes back again, you look over your shoulder.

—”Leon! What the hell was that?!”

—”Leon? Oh no. Sorry ‘bout your boyfriend. All those…muscles didn’t help much.” You tried to step back, the danger is right in front of you, and it’s not your boyfriend. That modified voice was making you want to pass out, your mind was dizzy when your hands tried to push him by the chest with no success.

—”I’m not joking! S-Stop this.”

—”You’re so pretty…and now you’re all mine.” His masked face leans closer, sniffing the crook of your neck and holding you in place with his arms.

—”Let me go! This is not fun at all.” You heard a chuckle coming from his lips, the man slowly made his way to the hem of his mask, taking it off to show that familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. Your lungs finally rest, taking a deep relieved breath. The voice you hear next is not unknown anymore.

—”You fucker! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?”

—”It would ruin the fright.” Leon leaned closer, kissing your cheeks gently after almost making your soul fly away from your body. —”I’m sorry, if I was cruel, I would keep going. But I don't want to make anything further without your permission.”

—”And…what do you want to do?” He pushes your body against the counter, lifting you and putting your weight down on that cold counter.

—”I love and hate to see you scared, my angel. Makes me want to protect and fuck you at the same time.”

—”You’re a kinky freak, Leon.” You two chuckle together, Leon put his hands on your thighs to caress your skin softly.

—”Maybe i am. Would it be a problem to you to be fucked by me with the mask?” Your eyes go wide with his suggestion, you make a perplexed face to him, pressing your lips together to think. —”Please, angel…I always wanted to do that.”

That alluring voice, you couldn’t deny anything to it. With a light chuckle, you shake your head.

—”Okay…okay. But only this time.” Leon celebrated it with a boyish giggle, kissing your lips deeply before putting on that mask again. —”Use your own voice too, please.”

He nodded, his face no longer visible before his hands lifted all the way underneath to your skirt. He quickly played with the hem of your panties, you could already visualize your boyfriend’s smirk behind that mask.

—”Can I, my angel?” It’s your time to nod, biting your lower lip to suppress the pathetic moan to escape from your lips. It was strange, but somehow…it was turning you on.

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You never thought about having this. The love of your boyfriend with slasher movies and masked villains was normal, at least you thought so. But after seeing Leon in that mask, something inside you changed, you were no longer scared about that stranger in the mask, because he’s not a stranger anymore. In fact, that mask made something inside you tremble, the way he had the great ability to know everything that turn you on, to know exactly that rubbing your sensitive spot while pushing his fingers inside your hot walls made you whimper, hiding your face on his chest as your hands shake on his muscled arms holding you by the waist.

As by now, you were screaming his name, craving for more and finding that mask facing you whilst his hips jerked further to push his dick even more deep inside your drooling hole, he stimulated you too much already, it felt too good. He was sure more excited this time, after all, making sex with one of his biggest kinks was only telling him to keep going even more. He was breathing heavily too, feeling in bliss to finally be able to do something he’s been dreaming about. He was scared you were not going to accept due to your fear with slasher movies, but something about the way you scream his name tells him he’s doing the right thing. As crazy as it seems, having sex with that Ghostface fantasy made something change into his lover, the fear was slowly popping out of your silly head, making way to a new…kink. All due to your hot boyfriend using that mask, but could you blame yourself for that? Not really.

—”Having fun, baby?” He mumbled in between grunts, pushing faster and faster inside you as if he’s fucking the fear out of you. You felt brainwashed, now you want to see more of Leon masked, just to watch as his dick goes inside and out of you as the mask faces you.

—”Fu-Fuuck! Yes!” Leon chuckled, finding it all very amusing. You were already so hot, but you underneath him were crying in whimpering for more with the mask on? He could never forget that.

It felt intimate, you trusted him with your fear. And somehow, was helping out.

—”Not so scared anymore, huh? Freaky.” Leon made fun of the situation, that sarcastic giggle making you want to hit him in the head, but that was not possible due to your blissful state now.

For someone who was so scared of slasher movies, this was quite hot. It sure is an extraordinary way to spend Halloween, discovering a new kink all because your boyfriend is way hotter than you expected with a mask. As though you loved to see his, not seeing was a hot mystery you’re starting to like even more. "Just this time" was all a lie now.