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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces.

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here.

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really.

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on.

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,�� he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?”

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people.

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy.

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places.

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos.

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand.

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and –

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively.

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.”

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest.

“This stays here, though. Right?”

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure.

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss.

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…”

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.”

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.”

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders.

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge.

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core.

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face.

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.”

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

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The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect?

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind.

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one.

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reasonsforhope · 5 days ago

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"An AI-equipped foot scanner placed at one’s bedside could be a lifesaving companion to those living with a risk of heart failure.

Developed by Heartfelt Technologies in concert with the UK’s National Institute of Health, the scanner takes 1,800 photos of a person’s two feet and analyzes them for signs of a fluid buildup called oedema, one of three best indicators of oncoming heart failure.

Heart failure occurs when the heart’s inability to pump blood properly results in a buildup of fluid in the lungs and a lack of blood-derived oxygen reaching vital organs.

Dr. Philip Keeling, the lead author on a study debuting the invention who is also a consultant cardiologist at the South Devon National Health Service Foundation Trust, explained why such a device would be a key tool in combating heart failure, something which affects 1 million Brits every year.

“This device detects one of the big three warning signs for people with heart failure before they end up in hospital,” he wrote, according to the BBC.

“Only about half of people admitted to hospital with heart failure currently get assigned an early review by a heart failure nurse who can check to see if they are suffering a harmful build-up of fluid because their heart is not working properly.”

“Amid a shortage of heart failure nurses, a device like this can be like a virtual nurse, tracking people’s health.”

AI IN MEDICINE:

Teens Developed App That Identifies Mouth Cancer–Making Early Diagnosis Easy and Winning $50k for Their School

In 10 Seconds, an AI Model Detects Cancerous Brain Tumors Often Missed During Surgery

After Studying Mammograms, AI Can Detect More Breast Cancers Than Humans–With Fewer False Positives

New AI Smartphone App Accurately Diagnoses Ear Infections and Prevents Unnecessary Antibiotic Use

The study which Dr. Keeling helped run involved 26 patients across five NHS trusts. Alerts given by the device of potential heart failure came between eight and 19 days in advance of a hospitalization, giving a mean prediction time of 13 days, which is enough for measures to be taken that could prevent hospitalizations.

Six hospitalizations occurred during the trial period, and the device accurately predicted 5 of them. 82% of patients decided to keep the device after it ended.

“This small study suggests a simple device could significantly improve outcomes for at-risk patients with heart failure by keeping them out of hospital,” said Dr. Bryan Williams. Chief Scientific and Medical Officer at the British Heart Foundation which was not involved with the study."

-via Good News Network, June 16, 2025

#heart #heart disease #heart failure #england #uk #united kingdom #medical news #public health #ai #analytical ai #cardiology #preventive care #good news #hope

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months ago

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✦ A Unexpected Surprise || Draco Malfoy ||

A/n: Hufflepuff!Reader / Muggle!Reader.

Draco never in a million year's thought he would marry a muggle born but there you were beautiful as ever sitting in the arm chair. You brought him back from his depression with one little smile, you chased his nightmares away.

He owed you everything and now you we're giving him a child.

Resting his hand on your belly, Draco kissed the top of your head. "I'll be back as quick I can...if my father say's something."

Grasping his hand you brought hands to your lip giving it a kiss. "I'll be fine Draco."

With one last look, Draco wrinkled his nose as he Apparated away. A loud clap of thunder echoing through the Manor as a gasp tore from your lips.

The storm outside the Malfoy Manor raged with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundation of the ancient house. Rain lashed against the windows, and thunder growled like an angry beast, echoing through the halls. The storm had come suddenly and violently, trapping everyone indoors—and, to Lucius Malfoy’s growing dismay, it had decided to coincide with you going into labor.

Lucius had never imagined himself in such a predicament. Yet here he was, standing stiffly in the corner of the sitting room, staring at the young woman doubled over on the chaise lounge, your breaths coming in sharp, panicked gasps.

“Draco should be here,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His son was still in London, delayed by the very storm that now left Lucius and you alone in this impossible situation.

“He’s not,” you managed through gritted teeth, clutching your swollen belly as another contraction ripped through you, a pained cry escaped your lips, tears running down your cheeks. “And unless you’ve figured out a way to stop time, we’re going to have to deal with this… now.” You hissed.

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he could will the absurdity of the situation away. “Surely the house elves—”

“No!” You barked, your face pale but fierce. “I don’t need a house elf. I need someone who can—” you gasped sharply as another contraction hit. “Who can keep me calm until Draco gets here!"

Lucius froze, caught between his natural instinct to pass the responsibility onto someone else and the realization that there was no one else. With Narcissa visiting someone, and the storm cutting off the Floo network, he was the only person available.

“Very well,” he said stiffly, as if accepting a particularly unpleasant assignment. “What do you need me to do?”

You gave him a pained smile, your sweat-dampened hair clinging to your face. “Don’t just stand there like a statue. Help me breathe through this.”

Lucius straightened his robes, his discomfort evident as he knelt—actually knelt—beside you. He glanced at you awkwardly. “Breathe… how?”

You groaned, partly from the contraction, partly from frustration. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Like this.” You demonstrated as best as you could, wincing through the effort.

Lucius mimicked you, his sharp features contorting slightly as he inhaled and exhaled in exaggerated measure. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though he didn’t stop.

“It’s not ridiculous—it’s helping!” You snapped, gripping his hand before he could retreat. The force of your hold made him wince.

As the minutes crawled by, Lucius found himself increasingly involved. He supported you as you shifted positions, fetched water when you asked for it, and even—reluctantly—offered words of encouragement.

“You’re… managing well,” he said awkwardly as you groaned through another contraction.

“That’s the most you can say?” You panted, glaring at him through narrowed eyes, chest heaving as the thunder raged on.

Lucius frowned, clearly unused to providing emotional support. “What do you want me to say?”

You let out a strained laugh despite the pain. “I don’t know—maybe that I’m doing amazing and you’re impressed?”

Lucius sighed, running a hand through his immaculate hair, which was now slightly disheveled. “Very well. You’re doing… amazing. I’m impressed,” he said, the words sounding stilted but oddly sincere.

By the time the labor progressed to its most critical stage, Lucius was no longer merely an observer—he was fully entrenched. You, through sheer desperation, had coaxed him into helping you position yourself properly on the chaise. Her face was pale but your determination shone through.

“You need to tell me if you see the baby’s head,” you gasped.

Lucius balked, his face paling. “Surely, you can’t mean—”

“Lucius,” you interrupted sharply, your voice trembling but firm. “You’re the only one here. Please, just help me.”

For perhaps the first time in his life, Lucius Malfoy abandoned his dignity entirely. Rolling up his sleeves with a grim determination, he positioned himself at the end of the chaise, muttering under his breath about the absurdity of the situation.

After what felt like an eternity—but was, in reality, only minutes—you let out a final, piercing cry. A moment later, the room was filled with the shrill wail of a newborn.

Lucius stared in stunned silence at the tiny, squirming bundle in his hands. The baby—small, red, and undeniably alive that looked utterly out of place in his perfectly manicured grip.

“You… you did it,” he said quietly, glancing up at you, who was slumped back against the cushions, tears streaming down your face.

“No,” you said hoarsely, your smile breaking through your exhaustion. “We did it.” Your body finally relaxing after the whole ordeal.

Lucius hesitated before nodding, a flicker of something unrecognizable—pride?—crossing his face. Carefully, he wrapped the baby in the blanket you had prepared and placed the child in your waiting arms.

When Draco finally arrived, soaked and frantic, he found you resting peacefully with his newborn son in your arms. Lucius stood nearby, his expression unreadable, kneeling by his side he smoothed out your hair then dropped his gaze to his son.

“Father?” Draco asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. “You stayed with her?”

Lucius straightened his robes, his composure fully restored. “Someone had to ensure everything went smoothly. And, I might add, I handled the situation… admirably.”

You chuckled weakly, looking at Draco with a knowing smile. “Your father was a lifesaver.”

Draco blinked, glancing between the two of you. “Well… thank you..father.”

Lucius waved him off, his voice calm but firm. “You owe me nothing, Draco. Just… ensure that boy grows up understanding the importance of the Malfoy name.”

Draco smiled faintly shaking his head as his gaze softened on you. “He’ll grow up understanding the importance of family. That’s what matters.”

For once, Lucius didn’t argue. Instead, he gave a curt nod, quietly excusing himself to let the new family share their moment, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he left the room.

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saintzweig · 7 months ago

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poly boyfriends!artrick x reader headcanons

– THANK YOU FOR 500!! ily guys thank you for your support, i appreciate every single one of you truly 🥹 this is pretty simple, just fluff and domesticity. barely proofread because i'm me :p also feedback (on all my works) is appreciated so please feel free

ꢾ꣒ everyone knew that patrick and art were best friends, they were always together. tennis matches, classes, parties, you name it. it was nearly impossible for them to be apart for longer than an hour.

ꢾ꣒ but nobody knew they were together together. behind closed doors, hands were all over each other and lips locked. soft 'i love you's' whispered into each other's ears.

ꢾ꣒ patrick didn't care about people knowing but his partner did, it was something art wasn't ready for and he respected that.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick left for tour, art had a hard time adjusting. he didn't really have any friends aside from his boyfriend and tashi, who was always busy with tennis.

ꢾ꣒ so patrick encouraged him to join extracurriculars aside from the tennis team, convincing him that it would help broaden his network and all that stuff.

ꢾ꣒ that's how art ended up at your baking club, he didn't know how to bake but it was either this or the robotics club. you assured him that that's okay, he's here to learn anyways.

ꢾ꣒ it was you, him and a few more people that would meet up atleast twice a month at the assigned members' house. not his, seeing as he lived in the dorms.

ꢾ꣒ you were patient with him which he appreciated, you didn't make him feel dumb for struggling to follow even the simplest instructions neither did you make him feel out of place for being a man learning how to bake. (it was the 2000s, ok)

ꢾ꣒ one night, he dreamt about you in a way that made his heart race until he woke up. he was in a mood for the entire day after that, feeling so guilty because you were his friend and well, he has a boyfriend.

ꢾ꣒ he talked to patrick about it, not wanting to keep anything from him but he was surprised to hear his boyfriend be so casual about it. "it's fine, it was just a dream, it'll pass. plus you're allowed to find other people attractive."

ꢾ꣒ and art hoped it would pass, until it had been two months since and all it did was grew. into a real, stupid crush on you. he couldn't help the way his cheeks grew red or the way his heart skipped a beat whenever you would come near him during your club meetings.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick came back from tour, art couldn't stop himself from tearing up out of guilt. clutching the latter's shirt tightly and furiously apologizing for feeling this way.

ꢾ꣒ that's when they opened up the conversation about the possibility of art being polyamorous.

ꢾ꣒ the next club meeting, which was held at yours again, art brought patrick with him. and when patrick saw you, he understood almost immediately why art was so into you.

ꢾ꣒ despite your disheveled hair, dirty apron and streaks of flour on your cheek, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. even surpassing his previous crush on tashi duncan.

ꢾ꣒ when art saw his reaction, he felt a burn in his chest. not out of jealousy but rather at the idea of extending their love to you, if you accepted.

ꢾ꣒ you and art decided to bake a cake together while patrick spectated, he's not to be trusted in the kitchen (they learned that the hard way)

ꢾ꣒ art stood on your right while patrick on the other, you were in the middle of them whisking the cake mix.

ꢾ꣒ patrick dipped a finger into the mixture before placing it into his mouth, causing art to softly glare at him for his lack of manners but the look was disregarded.

ꢾ꣒ "so... has my boyfriend been a good club member?"

ꢾ꣒ you couldn't help the way your breath hitched, glancing between the two of them with wide eyes. "boyfriend?"

ꢾ꣒ "aw, you don't talk about me, artie?"

ꢾ꣒ you stood there silently as embarrassment creeped all over your body. you had this idea that maybe art was single and into you, but now his boyfriend was right there, telling you all about their relationship.

ꢾ꣒ patrick immediately clocked your reaction, grinning down at you. "you like him, don't you?"

ꢾ꣒ you swear you nearly died from choking on your own saliva.

ꢾ꣒ "don't worry, sweetheart. he likes you too, a lot"

ꢾ꣒ things escalated quite quickly from then on, the three of you spending most days together at your house or on the tennis court, art walking you to your classes almost everyday and going out whenever patrick is home from tour.

ꢾ꣒ art slept over a lot at yours, his arm tucked under your head and the other draping around your waist while your laptop was on your bedside table, camera on and patrick sleeping on the screen.

ꢾ꣒ it was a little hard to navigate because you made sure to tread carefully as to not leave anyone out but for the most part, it was comfortable and sweet.

ꢾ꣒ patrick was loud and outgoing, art was more introverted and gentle while you were the one that kept the balance between their somehow similar yet contrasting personalities.

ꢾ꣒ you kept patrick in line and helped art learn how to put himself first.

ꢾ꣒ everyone thought that you were dating only one of them, which was fair seeing as how they saw you the most with art

ꢾ꣒ you didn't mind, although it was a little disheartening because you wanted people to know that patrick was your boyfriend too.

ꢾ꣒ and because no one knew patrick was in a relationship, he had a lot of people coming up to him and asking him out.

ꢾ꣒ art had enough one day when the two of you overheard a group of friends objectifying talking about patrick.

ꢾ꣒ when patrick walked up to the two of you before his game, their conversation only got more loud and obnoxious in hopes to catch his attention and art couldn't stop himself from pulling the brunette in for a very passionate kiss. "you're cute when you're jealous, donaldson"

ꢾ꣒ patrick played the entire game with a smirk on his face while art had his head nuzzled into your neck in embarrassment, "why did i do that?"

ꢾ꣒ after graduating university, art joined patrick in going pro, often travelling together.

ꢾ꣒ you opened a small baking business that you would often operate inside your shared apartment until you've saved up enough to rent a place for a small bakery.

ꢾ꣒ when the two boys are home, art, being the sweet boy he is, would help you with orders while patrick is in charge of choosing a movie and what to get for takeout.

ꢾ꣒ although patrick gets bored pretty easily especially when you two were taking long in the kitchen, he'd sneak in and try to distract the two of you. snaking his arms around your waist and trail kisses down from your jaw to your neck.

ꢾ꣒ of course he doesn't want art to feel left out so he'd remove one arm around your waist to reach over and squeeze art's behind, earning him a handful of flour thrown onto his pretty face.

ꢾ꣒ it's a little unconventional sure, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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solifloris · 9 months ago

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≡;-꒰ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ greyson x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 5

tags : pwp (without plot), hunter!reader but NOT mc!, facesitting, oral (f rec.), couch shenanigans, dry humping, kissing, slight hair pulling, praise, use of pet names "baby" "love" "darling". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 1.3k

an : this was SO FUN to write, i absolutely love writing this goofball and i hope you enjoy reading this as well <3 might be a little more based on my interpretation of his character (given we know so little...), but inherently this is a gift fic for @dawnbreakersgaze my beloved wife whom i love dearly and the president and founder of greyson nation !!!!!! kay i hope that whenever you’re able to read this you can find some comfort in it hehe <3

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You’ve been tense lately, and Greyson knows just how to help you relax.

“Oh— haah—”

His head fell back against the couch, eyes a little hazy as you rolled your hips more insistently against his erection. “H—wai— B- baby, love… s’everything okay?”

The groans that he couldn’t seem to hold back only sent jolts straight through your body, and you almost couldn’t find it in yourself to answer him. Instead, with a quiet whine, you leaned back down against him, burying your face into his neck.

Your hips didn’t stop, rutting into him despite the frustrating barrier of clothing between you two—and his response to that was practically immediate. A shaky sigh, he rested his chin over your head, hands moving over to rub gentle circles into your back. With every grind against his bulge, you could feel him slowly apply more pressure—steady, as if guiding you, encouraging you to get your fill.

But at the sound of your whimper, he tapped on your head.

“Love… Love, nnh— look at me…”

His voice, so close to you, so deep, your favorite sound in the world—

You let out a slow breath as you raised your head, and he took the immediate opportunity to meet your lips for a kiss.

Soft. Sweet. Tender.

Greyson tended to be like that with you.

Even now, he would let you hump needily over his slacks, arousal seeping through your panties and already leaving a mess—even if you never really said why.

There was a gentle smile on his face, even as his lips parted in pants. His ears were red, the only other indication of how affected he was. But he would look into your eyes, almost as if getting lost in them, moving your hips to slide over him a little easier.

“Darling…” he mumbled against your lips. “What is this about? Did you miss me?”

Did you miss me.

He wasn’t wrong.

As fate would have it, the two of you lead busy lives. Your profession as a hunter was unpredictable at best, and missions were often assigned sporadically. A protector of the city scarcely got regular holidays.

Yet, the same could be said about him.

At certain times, your schedules never lined up—Greyson was busy with hospital work, and you knew without fail that his own profession demanded much of him.

But it wasn’t that, not really. You had come to terms with your busy schedules early on; it wasn’t something that bothered you too much.

It was only that…

You sighed into another kiss, almost never wanting to part, savoring the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

“S’been a day…”

You mumbled, voice slightly muffled.

And when he pulled back from you next, there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

His hands moved from your hips, tracing up your spine before moving up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

Light touches, precise in the way he knew you liked just perfectly.

“Stressed?” he murmured.

With a pout, you could only manage to nod.

“And, you… don’t want to talk about it?”

This time, you shook your head.

Your eyes locked, blue eyes searching your own, and then your hand reached out to run through those favorite brown locks of his. “It’s not really that I have anything to talk about…” you sighed. “I just… wanna de-stress a little, that's all. Is that okay? Are you tired? I’m sorry… I know it’s been a long day for you too, and you mentioned you have a surgery tomorrow morning, and you probably want to get some sleep instead of—”

“Baby, baby.” There was a slight laugh to his voice. “That’s not it at all, you know I can never get enough of you. I’m happy you’re being needy today.”

Immediately he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to stop, forcing you to look at him—

His hips bucked up into yours, and he raised an eyebrow. The gasp that fell from your lips was enough for you to realize what he meant.

“You feel that, right? I mean… Darling, you’ve been at it for a while now, you feel so good. I want this just as much as you do.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned in for a peck on the tip of your nose.

“But… let’s not do that today.”

Immediately, your face fell.

For all the sweet words he’d just said, the end result was the same—maybe he was too tired. Maybe something like this was best reserved for another day, another time when both of you were actually free, another time when both of you had no other obligations waiting for you in the morning—

He let out a soft laugh.

“I just mean, I want to give you a treat.”

Effectively, his words made you pause.

His hand moved lower, lifting your nightgown up a little bit and caressing over the small of your back

“Grey—!”

“Listen. You like it when I go down on you, right? So…”

His smile seemed to widen as a look of both shock and embarrassment spread across your features, but before you could react further, he nuzzled against your nose and stole another quick kiss. “How about you sit on my face tonight?”

You sucked in a breath.

“But Grey, we’ve never… I’ve never…”

“I know. But I’ve eaten you out plenty of times… And this way, you get to control how you like it best. Don’t you want that?”

Tempting.

Greyson had a way with words when it counted the most, and you had to admit that the image he was painting had you leaking almost embarrassingly fast.

“You like that, right, love?” He was smiling again, like he just knew you were caving.

And how could you say no to that face?

With a relenting smile and a shake of your head, a small laugh fell from your lips. “Okay, you big teddy bear. Fine, I’ll do it. But… tell me if I’m doing too much, okay? I don’t…”

“You don’t want to hurt me.”

He finished your sentence for you, and leaned up to give you another kiss. “I know, baby. I’ll tell you, I promise.”

It was enough.

He made quick work of your panties as they slid down your thighs, neatly placed on the edge of the couch as you hovered over him.

He was right; you were too needy. Just the mere feeling of his hot breath so close to your cunt made you shiver, that it was almost too difficult for you to lower yourself onto him. He would rub his thumb over your thigh; patient, yet still wanting.

The first touch of his lips against you had you gasping.

They parted, moving mouth closer to lick a stripe up your slit. The slight action had you gripping the couch to steady yourself, thighs tensing. You felt a tap on your up, as if telling you to relax, yet he didn’t so much as relent.

It started with small, teasing licks. Tongue barely poking out, almost as if to have a little taste of you before he started… and then you felt it. The tip of his nose brushed against your clit as his head shifted slightly, and his tongue began to lick fervently at your arousal.

“G-Grey—s-s— Grey—!”

You cried out, hands falling down from the couch to root into his hair.

He smiled against you, pushing you further down onto him to bury his tongue into your pussy. That wet, slick feeling wasn’t new to you, but the position made it more intense. You tugged at his hair, gripping it tightly, and your face twisted in pure, unbridled pleasure.

“H- Holy shit!” you gasped.

Your hips rolled, putting more pressure onto his mouth, needy little humps against his face.

His nose would bump into your clit with every movement, tongue moving precisely with every thrust. His hands stayed at your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin, wordless encouragement that let you know he was enjoying it just as much as you were.

You were gone.

The grip on his hair tightened, and you nearly cried when he tilted to mouth at your clit. Trapping your sensitive nub between his lips, he sucked, teeth grazing ever so slightly, flicking it from side to side with the tip of his tongue.

And he groaned.

Ever lost in the way that you tasted, an air of desperation seemed to cloud the two of you, the haze of lust nearly making your vision go blurry.

Eyes rolling back into your head, hips moving faster, harder, more purposefully—

“M’gonna cum! Gonna—!”

One final cry, before you lurched forward to grab onto the couch, desperate to steady yourself as your toes curled and a loud, drawn-out moan escaped your lips. He lapped up every little leak, dipping his tongue into your folds to coax out more as you slowly felt yourself relax.

Panting, eyelids heavy, you slid yourself off of him to catch your breath.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. You placed a hand to your chest and glanced beside you, eyes widening at the mere sight of him—eyes half-lidded, glistening with your slick, hair all a mess and in disarray.

He looked ruined, and you almost could have felt guilty.

Almost.

He wiped your juices off of his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips, nearly laughing at the squeal you let out. “That was nice, right?” he mused. “You were so good for me, love…"

His gaze raked over your body all the way down to your pussy, and he smiled this cute, satisfied little smile.

“We should do that more often.”

You thought that he would truly be the death of you one day, and you glanced away from him.

“ … I think I’d allow that.”

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fatalcults · 3 months ago

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things left unsaid. 001

featuring. poly! marauders + lily x oc.

summary. meliora had spent the whole of her years at hogwarts alone. with no one to bother her and no drama to drag her day by day she found herself at peace with herself. though she never thought herself to get enamored by the hogwarts golden group towards her last two years, more so expecting them to linger and pry into her quiet solitude pulling her into something far more complicated.

warnings. none.

reayna's note. hey everyone! this is the start of a new series i'm working on. i finally have some time to get back into writing, im still working and in school though so updates might be delayed at times. ill try my best to update biweekly. or at least a 2 chapters per month (if not more.)

Meliora Ackerley didn’t consider herself to be a complex person.

Naturally every being at their core was built in countless layers, intricacies of stories and emotions but if one were to strip her down to the essentials Meliora believed there wouldn’t be much to study.

She always thought that if she were given a role in a book it would be that of a background character, not even the ones that heard and saw all. She didn’t perceive herself as one prone to intrusion in matters that did not concern her.

No, she saw herself as the shadow of a long forgotten page, present but unnoticed. Many might lament about such a role given to them but Mel liked it— adored it, even.

Throughout her six years at Hogwarts, she had become an afterthought to most. Without trying, she slipped beneath the radar of the social network Hogwarts had, which was harder than most thought, given how quickly rumors about others spread.

Initially, her solitude had been mistaken for first year jitters in meeting new people and arriving at a new place but after many painful interactions with her peers she had decided the big social life wasn’t for her.

She couldn’t pinpoint it at first, each hesitant interaction was met with the same quiet, awkward stiffness and soon enough people learned to slip past her in the corridors never lingering much to actually have a conversation with her, not that she blamed them. The conversations were just as difficult for them as it was for her.

Later she just realized, some people were meant to be alone, Not tragically or bitterly, just simply. It sounded sadder than it actually was when she thought about it but not everyone would be adverse to the big groups of friendships and tight knit groups here at school and that was something that never bothered her not even once.

Meliora was independent at heart, she did everything on her own without help and found herself barely ever asking for it. Her muteness was not total, but it was selective in a way that limited her discussions from little to none and only in extreme measures.

So, she couldn’t hide the slight displeasure in her face and churn in her stomach when the Charm’s professor, Flitwick assigned her to write an essay with Lily Evans. It wasn’t as though Meliora had never had been paired with someone before, but most times, they barely paid her any mind, briefly discussing the assignment before working on their separate parts. She hoped the girl would do the same.

Meliora didn’t dislike Evans–how could she? She hardly felt anything other than indifference towards the girl but everyone knew Evans whether they admired or hated her. She was subject of the gossip of envy in half the school’s population.

People like Meliora and Lily occupied entirely different social spheres and that’s why she couldn’t bring herself to be offended when Lily looked around the room seemingly confused after she heard who she was paired with.

After a few hushed whispers with another girl next to her, Dorcas Meadows, Lily’s eyes turned to meet hers, curious and assessing. Mel stared at her for a beat too long before turning away and digging her quill into her parchment.

The class dragged on after that, coming to an end when Flitwick finished droning on about the essay. As class ended, Mel sensed someone behind her. Tensing up, she turned to the side watching as Lily regarded her curiously with a look of apprehension before a smile overtook her face.

“Hi, Meliora, right?” Lily asked, her expression shifting from a look of kindness to a grimace as Meliora assessed her with a calculating unreadable gaze. The effort it took to speak felt like tiny shards of glass in her throat so she settled for an easier path, a singular nod and no response.

“I’m Lily!” Meliora already knew that. “We were assigned the paper together.” Meliora also knew that. Lily was met with no words from Mel as she continued to openly look at her with no efforts to speak.

Sensing the tension as Meliora’s discomfort became more evident, Lily continued, “Would you like to find a place to work? The library, perhaps?”

Mel opened her mouth to reply but the words couldn’t escape her as she felt it clog up in her throat once more as she watched Lily smooth over her skirt. Instead, she offered her a nod again, turning away stiffly.

Lily made a noise, one Mel was sure was frustration before continuing on. “How about tomorrow? After the Quidditch match?” Mel nodded quietly, her heart pounding as she packed her bag before stepping to the side of Lily and walking out the door. She faintly heard Dorcas’ voice as she left, “I think that went splendidly.”

After the painful interaction in class, Meliora sat in the Ravenclaw common room, the evening light casting long blue shadows against the stone walls. She winced to herself, her fingers ghosting over the parchment before her, her own name and Lily’s inked at the top before watching as a figure covered her view.

Standing tall, Alistar Rowley looked down at her. Alistar was an odd person, an enigma of warmth that latched onto her years ago. Even now Meliora could hardly understand why he stuck with her all these years.

She offered him little to no words and barely ever looked like she was listening. Still, he was the closest thing she had to a friend here, and none of her odd behavior ever seemed to deter him.

She supposed it was comforting in a sense, he never seemed annoyed by her lack of speech and she never had to force herself to talk more than she wanted to.

He talked enough for the both of them, going on about anything and everything that came to mind. She became used to his talks even though she didn't quite understand them.

Alistar was charming and charismatic even she knew that, he could befriend anyone he really wanted to but still he never forgot about her, going as far as to leave his big social events and groups to stay with her in the common room or the black lake.

“Why do you look like you have the odd case of the bugger in the belly? You didn’t eat something bad did you?” He asked practically tossing himself at the space next to her. Meliora offered him a look and gestured to the paper in front of her that scribbled her and Lily’s name.

Alistar looked over before a grin curled at his lips, “You got paired with Evans? Not bad..” he said, already offering his attention to the fireplace in front of them. “Evans isn’t too bothersome so it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

Pinching her cheeks, he continues on not taking any offense when she slaps his hand away and sends him a scathing glare. “Don’t worry too much, it will be over in less than 2 weeks.”

Alistar Rowley was a liar.

Meliora sat at the very end of the library table, a deliberate choice that allowed her to flee if things got too overwhelming for her. The action seemed to be one of the only thing grounding her control on the situation and ease her racing thoughts.

The quill in her hand dancing across the parchment as she scribbled words on her paper before Evans arrived. After much thought and hesitation (and some delusion) she convinced herself what's the worst that could happen?.

Famous last words.

The ruckus she was met with was more than she anticipated. From her chair Meliora watched as the doors of the library swung open, earning a glare and sharp inhale from Madam Pince that mumbled words about “rowdy students” and “lack of respect for literature and peace.”

It was easy to identify the bright red hair that followed in, Evans holding her books with a scowl on her face followed by Potter, Black and Lupin who continued their conversation loudly behind her.

Meliora’s grip on her quill tightened. She had prepared herself for Evans not the rest that followed her, for a moment she contemplated leaving but decided against it knowing there was no way for her to exit without Evans seeing her.

It didn't take long for Lily to find her after that smiling at Meliora as she sat down in front of her. The bunch following behind her, James and Sirius still in their quidditch clothes although she thought it to be the loose t-shirts given rather than official gear and Remus wearing a worn brown sweater with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“I hope you don’t mind” She did, severely. “These three are still riding the high from the match and decided it would be best to follow me.” Lily explains putting her books down, ignoring the boys and their noise.

She didn't seem to think much about the stiff interaction from the day before but Meliora couldn't focus on that when she was hyper aware of the way Sirius Black leaned away from the close proximity shared between him and James to sit just as close to Lupin.

She had heard about the relationship the four shared but she never thought much about it. It wasn't uncommon for them to be seen holding hands with one another or displaying clear signs of affection. More so Potter and Black who never shied away from public affection than Evans and Lupin who were a bit more subtle with their actions.

The silence between her and Lily seems to pull the others out of their conversation. James pushing his glasses up in a casual absentminded way as he stared openly at her. “It's nice to meet you, Meliora right?” She contemplated ignoring him to focus on her heart that pounded against her chest but instead nodded once, not helping the silence between all of them.

It stretched long and weighed, Sirius, who had still been lazily leaning against Remus glancing up at her with an assessing gaze in his grey eyes. Remus, for his part, barely spared her a glance flipping absently through one of the books Lily had brought, something she appreciated more than anything.

She didn't know much about them other than what was mentioned in passing by Alistar but she did feel uncomfortable with the way both Sirius and James watched her openly for a reaction. Their gaze on her felt prickly making her pulse pound beneath her skin louder in the silence.

Lily, feeling the tension arise, shifted in her seat before smiling at Meliora who offered her an uncomfortable stare in response. “Shall we get started?”

Another nod.

Remus looked up when he heard no response from her this time but soon looked back down with a furrow of his eyebrow. Mel had hoped the awkwardness would end there.

It did not.

Every few minutes, Sirius, who had a curious gaze on his face, attempted to engage in conversation with her. The questions weren't exactly invasive but still they were left unanswered.

James, ever the enabler, would only egg on the one sided discussion between them and Lily who made no move to stop them, also seemed curious about her reaction to the boy’s questions.

Mel remembered what Alistar had told her in passing once about the group, how Lily, although never fully engaged in the boy's antics often had a cool assessing gaze that picked apart the reactions of others.

It seemed even scarier than the boys’ actions, one could not tell if their was scrutiny under the stare or innocent curiosity on how it would play out. Her green eyes looked darker but ever so sharper when she stared at Mel like this.

Mel offered them no reaction as her head fogged and the ringing in her ears became louder. The most they got from her were nods and small twitches in her hand that showed she heard them. She wasn't stupid, she knew how rude her actions seemed but the words that existed within her seemed to refuse to come out.

It felt like she was back in her first year when people did try to get to know her and in response all she could do was nod at them with a look of panic on her face.

“It's rude to ignore people, you know?” Sirius said abruptly, his tone slightly harsh in a way only he could make get under someone’s skin, it was condescending and blatantly mocking causing everyone to freeze. James shot him a look while Lily openly glared at him.

“Sirius.” Lily said sharply. To which he replied, “What?” as his head rested against his hand in a careless gesture. “We have been talking to her this whole time Lily and she hasn't responded I'm just–” Lily interrupts him again with a fixed cold glare, looking over at Meliora in cautious assessment for a moment.

“Maybe we should go.” James said, slicing through the silence.

Meliora letting out a shaky sigh at his words. She really hoped they did, anything would be better than enduring another awkward moment of this.

Lily for a moment wanted to object to this but after a quick glance at the girl in front of her sighed, grabbing her books and sending a small smile to her before walking away with the rest of the group who had gotten up just as quick to exit the embarrassing interaction.

Mel wished the floors would swallow her whole.

Lily was not a curious person.

She minded her business, hardly stuck her nose where she wasn't wanted, except from when her prefect duties required it and sure as hell didn't go digging for the sake of it. Sure, the crowd she stuck around with whether it be the boys or the girls, were a loud bunch prone to dramatics but she wasn't. She was kind and sociable but she was also measured and careful more than she let off and yet she couldn't help her fixation with Meliora Ackerley.

Meliora Ackerley, who didn't talk to her, who hardly acknowledged her.

Lily didn’t think of it as a pride thing, she could care less about people who outwardly showed distaste towards her or the people who seemed nervous in her presence.

She felt like James in a way, not able to take the hint and leave it alone–drawn to the challenge but she couldn't control herself. The first time she had heard the girl's name she had been utterly clueless, if it wasn't for Dorcas beside her she would have spent the rest of the class trying to figure out who she was.

But then Lily had looked at her for the first time and any other thought in her head had stilled.

Meliora was pretty, Gorgeous, even.

She felt like a creep openly staring at her.

The sleek fall of her black curly hair, the slight furrow in her eyebrows with her full nervously bitten lips soft even when pressed together in what Lily thought was discomfort. And even with the expression displayed she still looked like the prettiest girl in the room.

How had Lily not noticed her before? She liked to think she would have, it's hard to ignore someone that looked like that.

But when Lily approached her she understood why she had never noticed her. Meliora seemed to hide herself, or try to.

She never met someone like Meliora, from their first interaction she thought of Meliora to resemble a panicked newborn kitten, the ones that seemed quick to run with their tail stiff and puffed high behind them. She seemed on the bouts to flee.

That much was obvious and for a quick moment Lily thought she had done something to offend the girl but anyone with any sense of awareness talking to her could see she was just shy.

At least that's what Lily told herself when the girl darted past her without so much as a second glance. It shouldn't have bothered her, she could care less about what the others aside from the girls and her boys thought but it irked her. More than she liked to admit.

The Gryffindor common room was warm, buzzing with the remnants of the post-match excitement and upcoming celebratory party tonight but Lily stomped through the entrance with a gloomy expression that seemed to dim the path.

Without a single word, she flung herself to the couch where Mary, Marlene and Dorcas sat huffing. Behind her, the boys followed at a cautious pace, aware she was ignoring them more so Sirius who had a guilty expression on his face as he watched her.

“I asked what everyone of us thought! Why are you lots mad at me?!” He demanded dropping onto the chair opposite her. “Because it was rude!” Lily snapped, sitting up with a glare. “She already wasn't talking and you made it worse!”

Next to her, Mary ran a hand through Marlene’s hair that rested on her lap murmuring, “That bad?” James, ever the instigator, scoffed, “Worse. The tension was worse than the time Professor Slughorn walked in on Sirius and Remus.”

The two turned a bright shade of red while sending him a glare which James ignored, undeterred. “She didn't say a word. Barely even acknowledged us or Lily. I would say it couldn't get worse than that.”

Sirius shrugged, “Maybe she’s one of those prejudiced purebloods?” Remus shook his head, “Is she even a pureblood? Maybe she just doesn't like us, it's not like we are exactly a closed off group.”

Though they all knew he was talking more about the rumbustious energy of James and Sirius.

They all have a moment of silence that was interrupted with Lily’s loud groan that caused the group to flinch, never once hearing her produce such a noise. “She hates me for sure now.”

Sirius rolled his eyes not understanding what had Lily so worked up. She didn't expect him to, Sirius cared little about others aside from himself and his friends or lovers. It was his biggest flaw and sometimes his biggest strength. “And if she did? You don’t know this girl and it's just for a paper, a lot of people envy you Lily. What else is new?”

Lily didn't offer him a response staring out the window noticing the clouds starting to form. It was true it didn't really matter but still she couldn't help but want to be her friend.

She couldn't help but want to pick the quiet girl apart and find out what made her tick. Laying her head against Remus’ shoulder she continued to stare out the window in silence.

She wondered if Meliora liked the rain as well.

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qqueenofhades · 6 months ago

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Hello, you said you were open to historical questions. If you don't mind, I have an incredibly specific one: during the High Middle Ages, in Europe, how did businesses advertise themselves? Town criers? Signs? Free samples? Word of mouth? All of the above? If I was a pilgrim, how would I find a place to stay the night?

If we're thinking specifically about lodging, it would depend very much on who you were and why you were traveling. You would most likely have friends or extended family in the place you were going, and you were more likely to stay in a private home rather than an inn, since medieval innkeepers (unlike modern hotels) were not obliged to offer you a room if they didn't like you for whatever reason. You would also have to share it with several strangers and possibly be extorted, since there were plenty of unscrupulous innkeepers who liked to charge additional fees for every extra service (such as a boy to remove your boots or a stable for your horse). So if you could avoid it, you might want to look for other options.

As such, your best bet for overnight room and board (at least if you were a man) would be the local monastery. Not only did this have the advantage of being fairly easy to find, it would also be free, since many monastic orders viewed it as a religious imperative to take in guests, and there were specific monks who were assigned especially to care for travelers. You might offer a few alms to the monastery or attend a prayer with the monks for the evening, or some other way to demonstrate your gratitude. Since long-distance individual travel purely for pleasure (with notable exceptions such as Ibn Battuta) was considerably uncommon in the Middle Ages, you would not often have to worry about places you didn't know at all.

However, that's where the pilgrimage comes in! Much like modern package holidays, medieval pilgrims often traveled in a large group under the organization and/or supervision of a company, they were highly structured and organized, and they had plenty of guidebooks to help them know where to go, where to stay (and what to avoid), the proper rituals to do and religious sights to see, and so forth. See for example the Codex Calixtinus (also known as the Codex Compostellus), which is a twelfth-century guide to the Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage route in Spain. Sometimes called the "first travelers' guidebook," it was part of the increasingly elaborate pilgrimage network to cities such as Rome, Jerusalem, and Canterbury (which along with Santiago de Compostela were the major pilgrimage destinations). So if you were a pilgrim traveling through unfamiliar lands, you would absolutely not have to worry about finding a place to stay for the night on your own; there would be your fellow travelers, guidebooks, word of mouth, advice from your local clergy (and whenever in doubt, as noted, hit up the local monastery). The Canterbury Tales are famously a group of fictional pilgrims who are all staying together and sharing their experiences. In the later Middle Ages, you would also have detailed personal memoirs like The Itineraries of William Wey and international banking institutions such as that offered by the Templars, to make it easier to pay for travel goods and services.

If you're interested in reading more about travel in the Middle Ages, especially as related to pilgrimage (which was undertaken both for sincere religious reasons and a desire to see the world), I recommend A Travel Guide to the Middle Ages by Anthony Bale, which investigates which medieval people traveled, where they went, what their experiences were, and how they negotiated basic practical realities such as finding a place to stay overnight. I don't know if this has answered your question per se about advertising, but it has hopefully pointed out that staying somewhere overnight was usually not a matter of individually paying for a room in a third-party commercial establishment. And if you were a pilgrim, you would definitely not have to figure that out by yourself, since it would be arranged with your pilgrimage group, whoever was supervising the trip, and the guidebooks written for people exactly like you.

#anonymous #ask #history #medieval history #history of travel #history questions

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sukuna-ryo · 7 months ago

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Jjk Men College Au

Headcannons

Nanami Kento

Finance Major

Blonde neatly styled hair, sharp cheekbones, thin lips, light brown eyes, glasses pushed up the nose bridge, dark circles, well-groomed and tidy, looks more professional than the professor, you thought he was a professor when you first saw him, calm and composed, stoic, mature, responsible and reliable, emotionally intelligent, good with people, helpful, no-nonsense-adult attitude, pragmatic, cynical, intelligent, tactical, tech-savvy.

Early morning lectures, blue dress shirts, khaki trousers, leopard print ties, networking, finance club, seminars, workshops, turns in assignments before due date, stockbroker internships, libraries, desk lamps, late night study sessions, midnight snacks, ink pens, vintage cars, leather seats, cracking knuckles, strained shoulder muscles, working out, not compromising on physical health despite having a demanding major, does jujutsu as hobby.

College-personal life balance, strength of character, disciplined, organized, heartthrob (unaware), husband material, would probably fall for someone just as diligent as him.

Ryomen Sukuna

Kinesiology Major

Red hair, fiery personality, strength, endurance, gym, MMA fighter, training, late night MMA matches, muscles, tattoos, tattoo artist best friend, frat parties, alcohol, girls, messy sex life, doesn’t do relationships, toxic, fans and fan clubs, future MMA champion, media coverage, athletic, strong-headed, willpower, intelligent, calculative, cunning, missing lectures, top ranker despite not studying much, arrogant, crazy, borderline criminal, don’t try to date him pls.

Leather jackets, ripped jeans, cologne, smirk, loud, reckless, always on the move, fights, wins, clubs, stays up late, doesn’t care, bad boy persona, high status, no commitments, love for chaos. Tension in the air when he enters, always the center of attention, fans everywhere, no time for weakness, doesn’t need to try.

Tattoo sleeve, arms covered, history of fights, scars, reputation, strength, untouchable, doesn’t play by rules, barely attends class, still aces it. Smirks, keeps moving, doesn’t stop. Drinks, casual, no relationships, cold heart. Only more battles ahead, all eyes on him, unpredictable, dangerous, charming.

Geto Suguru

Philosophy Major

Long black hair, weird side bangs, manbun, hidden tattoos, sharp dresser, classic casual but always expensive, calm and composed, mysterious yet friendly to those who matter.

Religious studies, top student, always reading something deep, debates with professors over lunch, having lunch with professors, doing pottery in his free time, sharp opinions, loud thoughts, a little racist, has a vision for an ideal society, probably loves Pythagoras and his cult, wishes to have something similar, always scribbling down ideas in random places, likes to keep things classy but low-key, sharp, calculating, deeply invested in his beliefs.

Volunteers at orphanages, good with children, art hobbies, loves to talk about philosophy, sometimes found debating late at night in the library, always in deep thought, a bit of a perfectionist, not easily impressed by others, enjoys challenging people intellectually, likes to put effort into his appearance, always carrying books on ethics, metaphysics, and society.

Popular amongst women, Gojo’s best friend, your grandma would probably like him, friendly but keeps a bit of distance, doesn’t open up easily but will be there for you when needed, composed around strangers, warm to those he’s close to, respects loyalty, his ideal partner would be someone with similar intelligence and values.

Gojo Satoru

Business major

6'4, blue eyes, trust fund guy, loud, jolly, eccentric, talented, arrogant, sarcastic, wants to make friends but misunderstood by those around him, comes off as off-putting, rich family, only heir, prodigy, diamond spoon kid, first in everything, Geto's best friend.

Gets bullied because of his white hair, shades, blindfolds, people think he has some weird kink, has fangirls regardless, popular loner, sharp dresser, stands out, hates attention, smirk always in place, makes people uncomfortable with his confidence, carefree but secretly lonely, sharp-tongued, cracks jokes all the time.

Easily gets on people's bad side, works to keep up his image, loves challenging authority, doesn't care about consequences, fiercely protective of his friends, holds grudges, always first to show up, leaves last, high-profile business role in his future, a bit of mystery that draws people in, keeps everyone at arm's length.

Wants to be understood, still pushes people away, walks into a room and demands attention, but doesn’t say a word, people notice him immediately, no one dares challenge him, but it’s not for lack of trying, takes classes seriously, skips boring ones, coffee in hand, shades indoors, professors secretly like him, students admire or fear him.

Doesn’t attend study groups, pulls through with perfect grades, natural intelligence, picks up info quickly, a bit of a mystery, high-profile events, networking, parties, center of attention at social gatherings, random comments that leave people laughing or wondering, doesn’t care about others, secretly craves connection but too prideful to ask for it.

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bethelighthalazia · 1 year ago

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"Minijoong"

Summary: A little insight of Hongjoong being a wholesome dad.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: dad!Hongjoong x fem!reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: none, just wholesome fluff with Joong being a wonderful dad

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

[note: Thank you to @itsnotmydejavu for helping me with a name and gender for Joong´s kid! And thank you to @hongthoven for giving me inspiration for some scenes <3 This is part of a mini-series for dad!ateez]

HJ, SH, YH, YS, S, MG, WY, JH

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“How does it feel to be left alone by your wife, only leaving your son with you?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong, his camera pointing at the captain while he did this little ‘interview’. Your husband just rolled his eyes, looking up from his hands to give the older member a glare. “She didn't leave me behind, don't make it sound like she divorced me or something! Y/nnie is working, hyung!'' With these words, he returned to painting his nails, the old nail polish had chipped off already, but then got interrupted again, this time by his son. “Appa, I want too, please?” Ji-ho asked while climbing onto Hongjoongs lap, smiling happily and pointing at the pink nail polish.

With you working as a stylist at KQ, assigned to the boys of ATEEZ, you never had any problems with your schedules to take care of your son together. This time however, your husband and his members had roughly three weeks off, but you were asked to help out, because one of the stylists working with Xikers got sick. This also meant that you´d have to accompany them overseas for four days. You hated the idea of leaving your boys alone, but you also loved your job. So, now you were sitting on the plane with the Xikers kids because Hongjoong had convinced you to take this opportunity.

And that's why Hongjoong was now sitting with your son on his lap, painting the kid ́s nails in a hot pink while Seonghwa was recording everything. It was afternoon, Ji-ho had just woken up from his nap which Hongjoong made him take after lunch, and he had heard his father and his uncle talking. The boy always loved playing dress-up and both of you encouraged him to wear whatever he likes. Well, making sure it's proper clothing for his age of five years. “Now I look nice, like appa! We must take photos to send to eomma,” Ji-ho giggled, turning to look at Seonghwa, giving a wave into the camera before then turning to look at Hongjoong with his big doe eyes. You always thought he's just a mini copy of your husband, and apparently everyone else thinks so too.

“Don´t worry, Ji-ho, we´ll take lots of pictures and send them to your eomma. But first we have to get dressed, right? Your uncle wants to take us shopping for new clothes.” Hongjoong explained and Ji-ho nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down with a giggle. His excitement was contagious and made Seonghwa laugh happily too, leaving Hongjoong to be the only adult here at this moment. With a chuckle of himself, he got up, propping his son on his hip to carry him over to the kid's room, which he regrets almost immediately, because Ji-ho has grown a lot lately.

An hour later, the three of them were at the stores, Seonghwa currently trying on clothes that Hongjoong picked for his best friend. Ji-ho was sitting and waiting patiently while watching them, eyes wide when his dad handed Seonghwa a dress to try on. Not a very girly dress, but more elegant, something that just brings out Seonghwa's features even more. When your son saw this, he got up and waddled over to the children's clothes, taking a few pieces to bring back to the changing rooms.

“Appa! Can I try?” Ji-ho asked, lifting up the pieces of clothing he gathered and Hongjoong just nodded, slightly absent-minded. After he got his dad's permission, he slipped into the big dressing room with Seonghwa, so his uncle could help him. While Hongjoong was waiting outside of the dressing room, he sat down and checked his phone, only to look up when the door opened and Seonghwa came out of it with your son. Ji-ho had chosen some rainbow leggings and a white skirt that reminded Joong of a school uniform, and topped it with a very cute, baby blue sweater and a sparkly headband. The colors and types of clothes were very mixed together, but Hongjoong couldn't stop a proud smile from spreading on his face, what got him chuckling though, were the black cowboy like boots his son chose for the outfit.

“Aish, now both of you look ready to be models!” Your husband smiled at his best friend and your son, ignoring the weird looks some elderly people gave them because of the clothing choices. “Do you like this outfit, Ji-ho? We can buy it for you,” he said, crouching down to fix the hood of the sweater, before then looking at Seonghwa. “Let's get a lot of clothes for you two. And then we do a fashion show at home to make lots of pictures for y/n!” Your son was more than excited, he always loved to watch fashion shows on TV, he even copied Hongjoong sometimes when he worked on his own clothes sometimes.

Almost an hour and a half later, your husband and Seonghwa were loaded with bags filled with different outfits, Ji-ho happily leading them back home into the apartment, which is also located in the dorms building of the Ateez boys. During the little fashion show, even Mingi joined the trio, he loved to spend time with his nephew anytime he could, and soon the pictures were flooding in your inbox, making you smile and giggle. Hunter and Yechan were sitting next to you, seeing the photos as well and laughing at some of the outtakes Seonghwa sent you; one of the last pictures showing Hongjoong and Ji-ho laying on a pile of clothes, both had fallen asleep along the way as it seemed.

You didn't know how you ended up married to the most wonderful man on earth and had such a precious son with him, but you wouldn't want it to be different. Even though you missed them a lot, seeing the photos and knowing that you could facetime your boys at any time made you feel happy and calm. After all, you were heavily worried how Hongjoong would manage to have Ji-ho around him for four days, but he seemed to be doing just fine with the help of his hyung and the younger members.

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miaozzy · 6 months ago

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3 ways Sungho shows his love

synopsis: sungho x reader, fluff, love language scenarios

warnings: overworked reader

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w/c: 504 words

a/n: I think sungho is so so bf material literally the moment i saw he cld i cook i gasped. Let me know if you want other member vers !

Acknowledges you can do it yourself but does it for you

You and Sungho were walking to the cafe for a date when he noticed your shoelaces had gone loose. "Babe, your shoelaces," he says, pointing to your feet.

"oh!" before you can even look down at them, he bends down and ties them for you. Holding your foot in place, incase you squirm.

"I can do it myself yeppi!" you say reluctantly. Feeling slightly embarrassed at the scene, covering your face slightly.

He stands up, "Of course you can, but I wanted to do it for you" he smiles at you, reaching for your hand, interlocking with his.

Takes care of you when you forget to

It's late and you have a ton of assignments to finish, hunched over your desk, you continue analysing the passage. Your stomach keeps growling, not allowing your brain to work.

The door creaks softly, and Sungho peeking through the door. He texted earlier that he would be dropping by, but you most likely missed it. Letting himself in without disturbing you, he finds you draped all over your desk.

Without a sound, he enters your kitchen and return to your table, placing a plate of fruits on the table.

Looking up slightly startled, "Huh, sungho? When did you -what's this?"

He shrugs and takes a seat next to you, " figured you didn't eat yet" he brings a fruit on a fork towards your mouth, one hand under your chin to prevent juice from getting on your papers. "say ahhh"

"mhm, you didn't have to-" you take a bite.

He moves the plate of fruits toward you, and you continue eating while Sungho tidies up all your scattered papers, humming a soft tune.

"you're too nice to me" you mumble slightly.

He ruffles your hair slightly, " why would you say that..., besides you would do the same for me"

He knows what you're thinking without even trying

You just finished a very important exam and despite feeling like you tried your best, you can't seem to stop replaying the mistakes in your head.

"rough day?" a familiar voice breaks you away from your idle thoughts. It's Sungho carrying a bag of your favourite snacks.

"yea.., I just can't help like I didn't try hard enough for the exams. How could I mistake the elements on the periodic table?" you bury your head in your hands, "it's so simple!"

He sits on the couch next to you, one arm on your shoulder, pulling you towards him, "Hey, you can feel bad about the exam, but please never think that you didn't work hard. You work harder, than anyone I know" He looks you in the eye, serious, before his expression softens, pulling you into a hug.

"you think so?" you say into his shoulder.

He rubs your back comfortably, "I know so, just believe me"

" so don't be so sad anymore", he breaks the hug to reach for the television controller, " why don't we watch a movie, the usual?"

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forest-hashira · 9 months ago

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Naked in Osaka

hi friends! this is my submission for @pixelcafe-network's "challenge friday" that they do every other week! the prompt this week was a random song selected by shuffle, and my assigned song was "Naked In Manhattan" by Chappell Roan, and after a bit of debate (& some help from friends), i decided to go with shoko for this fic. it's a quick thing, but it was fun! i hope to write more for female characters in the future, and this was a good jumping off point 💜

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.6k | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, but implied fem reader based on song lyrics), alcohol consumption, making out, implied smut at the end (kinda?), implied first sapphic experience (thus the pride divider), shoko calls reader "cute", minor background stsg

“Please leave your message after the tone.” Beep.

“Hey Sho, I know you just landed, and I know you're probably busy, but I would love to see you, so call me when you can.”

You sighed softly to yourself as you ended the call, tucking your cellphone into your pocket. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that you’d gotten Shoko’s voicemail – she’d been out of the country on a trip and had only just gotten back – but it was still a bit of a disappointment. You hadn’t been able to see her much since you’d graduated from Jujutsu High together, since you’d moved to Osaka just a few weeks later. She was good about returning your calls and texts, so you tried not to think about it too much.

Despite how infrequently you got to see your friend in person, she never really left your thoughts. In fact, you probably thought about her more than was normal. The two of you had been pretty close in school, spending a lot of your time together, especially when Gojo and Geto were off on missions or otherwise wrapped up in each other. You’d been friends with the boys too, of course, but your one on one time with Shoko was where you formed all your best memories of your school years. Around third year was when you realized your fondness for the other girl may have been more than just platonic, but you never allowed yourself to dwell on it or bring it up to Shoko, telling yourself it was no different than the way the boys felt or acted around each other, so there couldn’t be anything weird about it.

Then again, the boys had gone on to start dating after graduation, and last you’d heard they’d gotten engaged, so… Maybe it was worth revisiting those feelings again.

The sound of your phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts, and when you saw Shoko’s contact picture – a slightly blurry selfie she’d sent you nearly a year ago while she was out getting drinks with her friends in Tokyo, her cheeks a little flushed and a soft smile tugging at her lips – on the screen, you felt your cheeks begin to burn, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing tonight?” Shoko asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your conversations with her never really seemed to stop or start; instead, it was more like you’d been having one long conversation with her from the day you’d met.

“Nothing,” you told her, idly beginning to pace your room. “What’s up?”

“Figured I’d come see you if you were free. That okay?”

You bit your lip for a moment, suddenly feeling very flustered. “I-I, uh… Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine. That sounds great, actually.” It was obvious even to you that you were stumbling over your words, and you cringed slightly at how weird you sounded.

Shoko only chuckled quietly at you. “Careful,” she teased, “if you act too excited you might give me a bigger head than Gojo.”

That made you laugh. “As if that could ever happen.”

“You’re right,” she agreed, her words airy with laughter. “Does that udon place down the street from you still do carryout?”

“Yeah, as far as I know.”

“Cool. I’ll cover dinner if you’ll cover drinks.”

“Wine or sake?”

“Surprise me.”

She hung up without saying goodbye, though that wasn’t unusual. You glanced at the time, and though you knew you had a few hours before she’d be there even if she’d already been on the train when she called you, you already felt like you were running out of time for all the things you needed to do before she arrived.

After a few moments of internal scrambling, you figured out a rough order of operations: popping into the liquor store to grab Shoko’s favorite wine, then a mad dash to make your apartment presentable, then finally a shower before she arrived. The trip to the store didn’t take very long, and you tucked the two bottles of wine you’d grabbed into your freezer to chill while you cleaned and got ready.

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t as much of a mess as you’d convinced yourself it was, so cleaning it didn’t take long at all, and you were able to hop in the shower within an hour of getting off the phone. The last thing you wanted was to smell when you saw your friend for the first time in over a year, and you knew you were sweating from nerves. It was ridiculous to be nervous about seeing her, you knew that, but this time felt different, somehow. Maybe it was because you’d been wondering earlier that day if you really did have feelings for Shoko.

Whatever the reason was, you were desperate not to smell like nervous sweats.

After thoroughly scrubbing yourself with your best-smelling body wash, you hurried to your bedroom to get dressed. Overwhelmed with options, you threw on some underwear and paced your room, feeling like a nervous teenager.

It’s just Shoko, you reminded yourself, sitting down on your rug. She’s not gonna care what you’re wearing as long as you’re wearing something. A soft groan escaped you then, and you flopped onto your back and covered your face with your hands.

Your pity party came to an abrupt end when your phone chimed. Pushing yourself up just enough to grab it from your bed, you saw a text from Shoko, letting you know her train was about to arrive, and that she’d be at your apartment in half an hour at most.

The message made your heart flip in your chest. How long have I been laying here? How long was I in the shower?? Instead of letting her in on your internal panic, you shot back a simple “see you soon!” text, then leapt up from the floor, scrambling to find clothes that were comfortable but also somewhat presentable. Eventually you settled on a pair of pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt, then stepped into the bathroom to make sure your hair wasn’t a complete disaster.

You’d only just finished putting your hair out of your face in a way you were satisfied with when you heard a knock at the door. Heart skipping a beat again, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, then hurried to answer the door.

Shoko stood there with a small smile on her face, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder and the takeout in her other hand. “Long time no see,” she greeted, stepping inside as you moved aside. “Is it cool if I go change real quick?” She set the takeout on your table as she spoke, then turned to you and arched a brow slightly.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get the drinks out and everything while you do that.”

Her smile widened the tiniest bit. “Perfect.”

She made her way to your bathroom with her overnight bag, and as she shut the door, you pulled a bottle of wine from the freezer and two glasses from the cabinet. They weren’t fancy, and they didn’t match, but you told yourself it was better than drinking out of plastic cups.

Once the glasses were out, you opened the bottle, pouring a fair amount into each of the glasses, though one had a bit more; Shoko’s tolerance had always been a bit higher than yours, so you were sure she would want to drink more than you did to make sure you had the same buzz.

You had just started pulling the takeout from the bag when Shoko came back from getting changed, and your heart fluttered a bit when you saw her. She wore a tank top with a big picture of Gudetama in the middle and a pair of yellow shorts to match. It reminded you of the pajama sets Gojo had gotten everyone when you were in high school – Cinnamoroll for himself, Kuromi for Geto, Badtz-Maru for Shoko, and Keroppi for you – though you knew it wasn’t the same set from back then, since she wore a different character now.

“You’re staring,” Shoko teased, bumping you lightly with her hip once she was standing beside you. “Do I really look that hot in my pajamas?”

Though her words left you feeling more than a little flustered, you just scoffed at her and rolled your eyes. “They remind me of the ones Gojo got us when we were in school, that’s all.”

“He got me these ones, too,” she said with a small chuckle. “They were for my birthday last year.”

“Why’d he pick a different character than the one he picked when we were in school?”

“He said the penguin reminds him too much of Megumi now,” she said with a shrug, and you both laughed. You could see the resemblance too, though; both had the spiky black hair and the deadpan expression, and imagining Gojo telling the boy that nearly made you die laughing all over again, but you kept it to yourself for the moment.

Just as comfortable in your home as she was in her own, Shoko opened a few of your kitchen drawers, grabbing soup spoons and chopsticks for the both of you. “We should watch a movie while we eat.”

“What do you want to watch?” you asked curiously, carrying the takeout to your living room and setting it on your coffee table.

“What was that American movie we watched all the time in school?” she asked, following after you with the utensils and wine. “It was about those high school girls who wore pink.”

“Mean Girls?”

“Yeah, Mean Girls!” she grinned, setting everything down before sitting on the floor, gesturing for you to join her. “God, I don’t know how we never got sick of that movie.”

“Because Regina George was hot,” you replied without thinking about it.

The words drew a laugh from her, and she bumped you with her shoulder. “Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

A small, relieved chuckle left you at her teasing words. “I’m sure we could stream it somewhere if you wanna watch it again.”

“Please, I could use a good throwback.” She took a long sip from her glass, then opened the lid on her bowl of udon.

With a nod, you grabbed the remote for your TV, sipping from your own glass as you flipped through various streaming services looking for the movie. Eventually you found it, not even caring that you had to pay to watch it; it was worth it to have a night in with your friend, especially when you knew it would make her laugh and smile more.

Once the movie had started, you finally got into your own food. You smiled when you saw that Shoko had gotten your order perfect without even asking. She’d memorized it in school, but it made butterflies flutter in your stomach a bit to know that she’d never forgotten it, even after so much time apart.

For the most part it was quiet as you watched the movie, only the soft sounds of occasional slurping and the faint clinging noise of glass on glass when Shoko topped up your wine glasses. Every once in a while, one of you would make a small comment or joke, or you’d quote the lines along with the movie before bursting out laughing. It felt like being back in school, huddled in one of your dorm beds, sharing drinks from a flask shoko had managed to sneak on campus.

At some point, you set your glass down after finishing the contents. It had been your second glass – or maybe your second? Shoko had topped you up enough times that it was hard to be sure – and was enough to have everything feeling a little fuzzy around the edges. Leaning back against your couch, you turned your head towards the other woman, smiling to yourself as you watched her, rather than the movie.

She’s so pretty… even prettier than when we were in school. When did she get so pretty?

“I’ve always been this pretty.”

Shoko’s words startled you a bit, and though it took your brain a moment to catch up, you realized she was responding to your thoughts. Only… you must have said all of them out loud, rather than just in your head. The realization had your face burning with embarrassment. “Oh my god, Sho, I—”

“It’s okay,” she assured you with a smile. She settled into the same position as you, turning to face you a bit. “‘M glad you think I’m pretty. Always thought you were cute, too.”

The whole world came to a screeching halt around you. “…You did?”

“Yeah,” she said easily, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her words weren’t slurred, but you could see that her movements were loosened a bit from the wine. “Thought you knew that.”

“No, I… How would I have known? You never said anything.”

“I saw the way you looked at me. Thought you’d only look at me like that if you knew.”

You blinked, confused, and more than a little worried. “…How did I look at you?”

Her expression softened at that. “The same way I caught Gojo staring at Geto when Geto wasn’t looking, before they got together.”

The words sent a mixture of shame and hope swirling around your tipsy mind, and before you could really contemplate your next move, you heard yourself asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Shoko’s cheeks flushed a bit, and she nodded, shifting closer and wrapping her arm around your waist. Your eyes widened as she came into your space, and when you felt her breath on your lips, your own finally started cooperating with you again.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“I’ll teach you,” was Shoko’s only response before she kissed you. She was surprisingly warm, and it only took a second for your eyes to slip shut and for you to melt into her, returning her kiss eagerly. As she kissed you, everything else in the world faded away, the only sensation you were aware of was the feeling of her lips on yours.

It didn’t take long for her to press in closer, tilting her head a bit to deepen the kiss. Stumbling and a bit inexperienced, you did your best to move with her. She held you closer with the arm around your waist, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, guiding your movements the tiniest bit. Time slowed and stretched out, the moment between you endless in the best possible way. You weren’t entirely sure when her tongue came into the mix, but next thing you knew you were parting your lips to let her in.

A small sound escaped you as she deepened the kiss further, turning slightly to press you both into the couch a bit more. Still struggling to keep up because of the alcohol in your bloodstream, the movement threw you off a bit. Reluctantly, you pulled away for a moment, needing desperately to catch your breath.

Shoko smiled down at you as you panted, faces only inches apart. “How was that for your first kiss with a girl?”

“I really wanna kiss you again.”

She laughed softly. “Is kissing all you wanna do tonight?” She arched a brow curiously, her thumb tracing your bottom lip lightly.

“I don’t know how to do anything else,” you breathed, “but I'd love to learn.”

“Looks like I've got some teaching to do, then. Lesson one: kissing with tongue.” She leaned in again, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. You were more than willing to let her take the lead, though; there was no one else you’d rather have teach you everything, anyways.

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directdogman · 1 year ago

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hi hound, got a question for ya . kind of related to phone sex. Yippee

anyway, so i feel its kind of established in dialtown that being a phone head is equal to being amab, and being a typewriter head is equal to being afab (based on oliver and karens refusal to date types/phones respectively ofc) so i was wondering - what about people born with neither, like karen? would she be considered a form of intersex by society?

followup - how do like. Genetics work? like are they born with specific heads based on their parents (would karen be more likely to have a printer child, for example)?

Appologies for the long and strange questions, your game is rotting me as we speak

Kiiind of. It's mainly a cultural thing. Basically, the tradition is to assign heads to babies based on the gender assigned at birth. Because of this, someone with a phone head is widely considered by others to be male, and vice versa for typewriters, and this is why many trans people in-universe switch, in the same way as someone might style their hair or change their wardrobe in ours. However, because the heads are modular (and can be changed), it's best to view this correlation as more of a cultural trend rather than a rigid system that everyone follows without exception, one of which I'll explain in the next part of the answer.

what about people born with neither, like karen? would she be considered a form of intersex by society?

Karen actually HAD a typewriter head before she was given the printer. A little bit of background context here: Callum Crown, the inventor of the phone head, invented his first ever cybernetic augmentations (his revolutionary prosthetic limbs) in order to help other disabled people gain mobility and independence. He wanted to give other people the same opportunities that his technology had given him.

When he moved onto the phone head concept, he never forgot about his initial goal of using technology to help people with disabilities. Karen's typewriter head was actually a developmental adaptation. Basically, it allowed a young averbal Karen to produce images, which assisted her in communication before she could learn to speak (and helped her learn to speak sooner than if she had never gotten the upgrade.) While it's quite a modern solution for a disability that wasn't well understood in Crown's time, it's absolutely in line with his philosophies and it's an application he'd be very enthusiastic about, if he was still fully conscious.

Similarly, there are NPCs in-game who have non-standard heads and aren't trans or non-binary, like Rachel at the Dialtown News Network, who has a teleprompter head! In much the same way Karen's head was switched for utility purposes, the same is true for many people who work certain jobs where these heads come in handy. Therefore, I think it's safer to say that someone's head type more or less correlates with their overall identity, with gender, occupation, or any other relevant circumstances factoring into what kind of head they might have.

There's a few NB NPCs in-game and the cultural way many express that is by having hybrid heads, or heads with elements of both phones + typewriters. Take Curie, the curator of the DT Modern Art museum, who has a typewriter head with a phone dial added to it. Gabby (the store clerk who sells phone parts in Uptown Dialtown) also mentions that this practice is common.

followup - how do like. Genetics work? like are they born with specific heads based on their parents (would karen be more likely to have a printer child, for example)?

Genetics don't factor into it outside of the cultural tendency to give phone/typewriter heads based on the gender of the child. Basically, all babies are born with an adapter, and right after birth, the baby is given their new head. Think about how difficult it would be to give birth to someone with a FULL-SIZED typewriter head! There's more than one reason it's set up the way it is, but that's the most important thing to mention. Hope this helps!

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atinyslittleworld · 1 year ago

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Fighting Hearts

boxer! mingi x nurse! reader

Summary: Mingi, a powerful underground boxer ensnared in a dangerous gang world, finds solace in Y/N, his caring personal nurse.

Genre: angst, romance

Warnings: description of Mingi’s injuries, none other I think

Mingi was known in the underground as a force to be reckoned with. His fists, like iron hammers, struck fear into the hearts of his opponents and respect into the eyes of his allies. The underground boxing rings, dark and humid, filled with the murmur of shady deals and the scent of sweat and blood, were his home. But beyond the ring, Mingi was entangled in a world even darker—the labyrinthine networks of gangs that ruled the city's underbelly.

In this grim world, trust was scarce and loyalty was a rare commodity, often bought and sold like a commodity. Mingi, however, had one constant in his life: Y/N, his personal nurse. She was a breath of fresh air in his otherwise suffocating existence. Y/N had been assigned to him by the gang leader, ostensibly to keep their prized fighter in peak condition, but Mingi knew it was also to keep an eye on him.

Y/N was everything Mingi wasn't. She was gentle where he was harsh, calm where he was tempestuous. Her presence brought a strange sense of peace to his chaotic life. Despite the perilous environment, she remained kind and professional, trying her best to stay detached from the violence and criminality that surrounded her. But it wasn't long before she found herself drawn to Mingi, despite her better judgment.

Their relationship started innocuously enough. A smile here, a shared laugh there. Y/N couldn't help but admire Mingi's dedication to his craft, even if it was rooted in a violent world she abhorred. Mingi, on the other hand, was captivated by Y/N's strength and compassion. He had seen countless people break under the pressure of gang life, but not Y/N. She was a beacon of light in his dark world.

The bond between them grew stronger. Y/N found herself caring deeply for Mingi, worrying about him every time he stepped into the ring or out into the streets. She tried to keep her distance, to remind herself that getting involved with someone like him would only lead to heartache and danger. But every time she patched him up after a fight, every time he looked at her with those intense, soulful eyes, her resolve weakened.

Mingi, too, struggled with his feelings. He knew that his world was no place for someone like Y/N. He had seen what happened to those who got too close to the darkness. Yet, he couldn't deny the way his heart raced when she was near, the way her touch soothed not just his physical wounds, but the deeper, invisible ones too.

One fateful night, after a particularly brutal fight, Mingi stumbled into Y/N's small clinic, bleeding and battered. His left eye was swollen shut, and his knuckles were raw and bleeding. Y/N's heart clenched at the sight of him. She had seen him hurt before, but tonight was different. There was a haunted look in his eyes, a depth of pain and weariness she had never seen before.

"Sit down," she said softly, guiding him to the examination table. Mingi winced as he lowered himself, every movement a reminder of the punishment his body had taken. Y/N worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning his wounds with gentle hands. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of her ministrations and Mingi's labored breathing.

As she stitched up a particularly deep gash on his forehead, their eyes met. In that moment, all the barriers they had built crumbled. Mingi reached out and gently cupped her face with his bruised hand. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough with pain and emotion, "I can't keep pretending I don't feel this way about you."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears. "Mingi, this world... it's too dangerous. For both of us."

"I know," he replied, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "But I can't lose you. You're the only good thing in my life."

Against her better judgment, Y/N leaned into his touch. "Then let's find a way out. Together."

It wasn't going to be easy. Leaving the gang world was almost impossible, and they both knew the risks. But for the first time in a long while, Mingi felt a glimmer of hope. With Y/N by his side, he believed they could find a way to escape the shadows and build a new life, far from the violence and corruption that had defined his existence for so long.

As they started to plan their escape, the dangers became more apparent. The gang leader, a ruthless man named Jae, had eyes and ears everywhere. They would need to be careful, gathering resources and allies without drawing suspicion. Y/N used her position as Mingi's nurse to gather information discreetly, while Mingi focused on maintaining his cover, all the while training and fighting as if nothing had changed.

Nights were the hardest. As Mingi lay on his cot, he would often think about the life he wanted with Y/N. A simple life, free from the violence that had been his constant companion. He dreamed of a small house in the countryside, far away from the city's grime and crime. He dreamed of peace.

Y/N, too, found herself dreaming of a future with Mingi. She imagined waking up next to him, sharing quiet mornings and peaceful evenings. She envisioned a life where she could use her skills to help people, without the shadow of the gang looming over her.

One evening, as they sat together in Y/N's clinic, Mingi took her hand. "I've been thinking," he said quietly. "We need to make our move soon. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it becomes."

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding. "I've been saving money. It's not much, but it should be enough to get us started."

Mingi smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made Y/N's heart ache. "You're amazing," he said softly.

As they continued to plan, their bond grew even stronger. They knew the risks, but their love gave them strength. Each day brought them closer to their goal, and each night they whispered their dreams to each other, drawing comfort from the shared hope.

The night of their escape was tense and filled with anxiety. Mingi had arranged for a trusted friend to help them get out of the city. Y/N packed their few belongings, her hands shaking with nerves. Mingi held her close, whispering reassurances. "We can do this," he said firmly. "Together."

As they slipped out of the city under the cover of darkness, their hearts pounded with fear and excitement. The journey was fraught with danger, but they moved quickly and quietly, avoiding the gang's patrols and keeping to the shadows.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the outskirts of the city. As dawn broke, they found themselves on a quiet country road, far from the chaos they had left behind. Mingi looked at Y/N, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "We made it," he said and he grabbed her from the nape of her neck to kiss her.

Y/N smiled through her tears. "Yes, we did,” she said on his lips.

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kpopflowerfield · 7 months ago

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sanctuary | lc

ღ pairing: best friend! chan x reader (appearances of Joshua, Vernon and Soonyoung)

ღ word count: 2.8k

ღ genre: fluff!!

ღ rating: sfw, but still mdni

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library

ღ warnings: none!

ღ summary: Chan has had feelings for you that he didn’t know how to fully say out loud, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, until he finally got over it.

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You sighed happily as you opened your door, placing your purse on the ground and tossing your shoes on the ground. You walked to your bedroom and opened the door, quickly combing through your closet to find something comfortable to wear. You hummed as you got dressed, just happy to be out of work.

Work wasn’t the worst today, but damn, leaving was so satisfying. It always felt like Friday didn’t come fast enough. That was the day you and Chan decided to hang out together. You both had busy lives, so you couldn’t see each other as much as you did in the past, but you wanted to make time to see each other.

You saw each other every day while growing up, and you still couldn’t get enough of one another. Now that you have your grown-up jobs, it’s been more challenging. That’s why you both decided on Fridays as your day. You could relax after the work week, or if you had to work the weekends, it was a way for you to relax before whatever the weekend had to bring.

He’s always been a comfort in your life. You could go to him with any problem, and he would help you sort it out. He was also there for any and every accomplishment you had. He’s always been a stable part of your life. You met in grade school after you were assigned to the same class. He would always ask to partner with you, which you found annoying, but he grew on you. You started to hang out outside of school, picking up the same interests.

Both of your parents started to grow close, too, just because they were constantly dropping you off at one another’s houses. They used to tease that you would end up together as early as ninth grade. You and Chan would deny it quickly and call them crazy.

You didn’t see him in the light. Maybe during high school, but he’s still your best friend. Who knows what would happen if you got together and something happened where you broke up? You didn’t want to risk losing him like that.

Even if you got lost in a fantasy of the two of you living out your lives together, you still didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship or losing him for good. That’s why you kept those ideas out of your mind; no need to fantasize when he’s always been by your side.

Chan, on the other hand, has been crushing on you for years. He always wanted to tell you but never knew how to put the words together. Every Friday after you left, he would beat himself up for not saying anything to you. His roommate Joshua always told him just to let it out.

He so desperately wanted to, but what if you denied him? That would make things awkward and destroy your friendship. He didn’t want to lose you, and he wouldn’t risk the idea of that, even if that meant biting his tongue.

Y/N: I’m on my way over now!

Channie: Okay, get here safely!! I got us some food, and I bought a brownie mix for us to make together :)

You smiled at his message as you made your way to his place. His roommate usually joined in, which you didn’t mind. Joshua was always super nice, and you considered him a friend of your own, too. You walked up the steps and knocked on his door as he opened it.

“Hello,” you beamed as you looked at Chan. “How was work today?” Chan questioned as he smiled at you, letting you into his apartment. “Good! It was an Easy day, luckily, but I’m still happier to be here with you,” you grinned at him.

He nodded quickly. “Did you have an easy day?” you asked him as you walked to the kitchen. “Luckily, I did! I got out and then went to the store for us.” Your eyes widened, remembering that he had purchased a box mix of brownies.

“How about I start on the brownies?” You grinned, grabbing the box. We haven’t even gotten our food,” he laughed at you as you nodded. Well, if I start them now, we’ll have them ready for after we eat.” You smiled up at him.

He tapped his forehead and chuckled. “Your brain is massive; how dare I forget,” You giggled at him as you grabbed a mixing bowl and started. “Can I help?” He watched you as you shook your head. “Nope, I like doing this,” He nodded as he watched you. The way those loose hairs fell in front of your face as you mixed.

He tried to look away but couldn’t. You were so perfect to him. Even though you weren’t doing anything special, his eyes were still glued to you. Joshua walked out of his room, noticed the way he was looking at you, and cleared his throat. Chan looked over at him and smiled, embarrassed that he had been caught. You looked in his direction and smiled. “Hey! I’m making brownies for later,” your voice was so cheerful it made Chan smile every time.

Joshua nodded and smiled. “I’ll make sure to have some then,” he watched as you grabbed the pan you needed. You filled the pan carefully and evened it out. Chan heard the knock on the door and smiled. “Food’s here!” He called out as he opened the door and took it carefully, tipping the delivery driver before shutting the door.

“Perfect timing,” you smiled as you walked over to the coffee table where he was laying everything out for you. The aroma of the spicy dishes he ordered made you sigh happily. “That smells so good,” he laughed at you and nodded. “That’s why I got it,” he teased as you smiled at him.

“Here is yours,” he handed you your container carefully. The bottom was still hot, so he watched to make sure you took it out of his hands from the sides. You opened it and smiled. “I’m going to absolutely demolish this,” Chan couldn’t help but laugh at your wording.

You took your fork and quickly started to eat. “Careful, it’s hot.” His eyes were filled with concern as you ate. You nodded at him as you opened your mouth, waving your hand in front of it. “Very, " your voice was meek as he tried not to laugh at you.

Joshua grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to one of the many dramas the three of you had been watching together. You all ate and started talking about your day. Joshua brought up the small cafe where he did a gig, and you smiled at him. He always talked with so much passion about music, and you admired it.

Chan took a bite of his food and thought of what he had done. “I honestly didn’t do much today. I think I just did the bare minimum until I clocked out today, and then I ran over to the convenience store to get the brownie mix for us.” He squinted, trying to think of what else. “Oh! I also got ice cream,” he nodded.

Your eyes widened when you heard that he had bought ice cream. “Ugh, I love you,” you kissed the top of his head. His cheeks flushed as you finished eating, placing your container on the table and walking over to the oven to take out the brownies.

Joshua was giving Chan a look, trying to tell him to say something. Chan quickly shook his head at him as Joshua sighed. “Those smell really good, Y/N!” Joshua smiled over at you as you nodded quickly. “I’ll give them a bit to cool off, then I’ll cut into them.” You walked back over to your place on the couch.

Chan looked over at Joshua and cleared his throat, swallowing his last bite. “I think Vernon and Soonyoung wanted to come over,” Chan looked over at Joshua, who was sitting across the couch. Joshua nodded at him. “Yeah, that’s fine,” Chan nodded and looked over at you, thinking of what he could say.

“I’ll go home after I have my dessert; I don’t want to get in between you and your friends,” You smiled softly as Chan shook his head at you. “Don’t leave, you can stay. It’s our night anyways,” He sounded desperate as Joshua pursed his lips together, holding in laughter at the way he was begging you to stay.

“Nooo, besides, I have some laundry to do. Plus, we can still hang out more than just today!” You grinned, walking back to the kitchen, and started to cut up the brownies. Chan looked at Joshua desperately, hoping he could help him. Joshua shrugged at him. There wasn’t much he could say as Chan had just shot himself in the foot by bringing up the other guys.

He watched as you walked back. Chan once again gave Joshua a look. Joshua could only help but sigh quietly. “Hey, Y/N. You should stay; the other guys don’t bite.” He smiled softly at you as you shrugged. “It’s okay! I'd rather let you both have time with your friends! I’m off tomorrow and Sunday, so we can hang out whenever Channie,” You smiled over at Chan as he nodded.

Joshua shrugged at his own failed attempt. You got up after eating and placed your plate in the sink. “I’ll see you guys again soon,” You waved at them as they nodded. “I’ll see you!” Chan called out as you walked out.

Chan flopped back on the couch. “Why did I do that?” He groaned as Joshua couldn’t help but snicker. “You did it to yourself, man.” He shrugged as he stood up, hearing the knock and walking over to the door to let Vernon and Soonyoung in.

“I’m so stupid,” Chan rubbed his face and stared up. Vernon’s eyebrow raised as he looked at Joshua. “It’s about Y/N, again. She came over, but he mentioned you guys, and she wanted us to have time with you guys instead.” Joshua sighed as Soonyoung shook his head in response.

“You still haven’t confessed?” Vernon asked. Chan’s head shot up to stare daggers into the three of them. “I’ll take that as a no, then…” Soonyoung trailed off, looking away from Chan. Joshua looked over at Chan, spread out on the couch. “Listen, Chan, the worst she can say is no, you just gotta do it.” Joshua has said those words at least twenty times in the past two months, but Chan still ignores them.

“But then she denies me and then boom. Friendship is gone,” Chan sighed as Soonyoung shook his head. “Listen, if she actually values you as a friend, too, she wouldn’t end it over a confession.” Chan listened closely. Soonyoung wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t hurt to at least speak up.

“Tomorrow, invite her over. Do whatever you want, but finally let it out that you like Y/N,” Vernon spoke up, saying what he thought. Chan hesitantly nodded. Joshua watched him, letting out another sigh. “I’m going to go out with friends, and you better do it. I’ll help you with whatever, but you had better confess. Stop being a coward.”

Chan swallowed. “Fine, I’ll make a nice dinner, clean our place up, and then I’ll let it out.” Soonyoung smiled. “Good,”

Chan was filled with anxiety the following day. Stressing over every little thing. The apartment didn’t seem clean enough, the candles he got weren’t enough, and god, the food? It could be so much better. Joshua watched as he hurried around. “Hey,” He called out as Chan looked over at him. “Take a moment and breathe; everything is going to be fine. The place looks amazing, and the food smells incredible. Y/N is going to love it no matter what.”

Chan inhaled deeply before exhaling. “I hope,” he said, trying to hide his worry, but Joshua could see straight through it. “Come on, take another deep breath. Nothing terrible will happen, I promise.” Joshua kept reassuring him as best he could.

Before he could blink, it was four-thirty. He agreed to have you come over at five. “Oh god,” he sighed. He quickly changed into the outfit he had planned and lit the candles around the apartment. He heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in!” he yelled out.

You opened the door carefully. Your jaw dropped as you looked around at the scene that Chan had created. The candlelight throughout his apartment and the food that he had cooked sitting on the counter waiting for you. “What’s all this?” You looked at him in awe.

“So, uh,” He stuttered, scratching the back of his head before taking a deep breath. “Listen, Y/N. I really like you, and every time I’m with you, those feelings grow stronger. I’ve always been a coward and afraid that if I said that to you, our friendship would be over. Which I really hope it isn’t. You mean so much to me,”

You listened to each word intently. You kept telling yourself he was nothing more than a friend. But maybe you said it too much that you thought it was true. Those past years of feelings for him began to resurface. Hearing those words leave his lips left you in shock.

“Chan..” You started, and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, worrying that you didn’t feel the same for him. “I liked you a lot, but I was always afraid of ruining our friendship. I honestly think I forced myself into thinking I don’t see you as more than a friend. But hearing those words leaves your mouth. I think deep down I’ve always liked you too,”

He watched you, wondering what that could’ve meant. He couldn’t tell if that was you confessing back or a gentle way of letting him down. You looked at his face, seeing the confusion as you walked over and hugged him. “If you’re asking for us to start going out, I would love that,” you said, holding onto him as he held you tightly. “Oh, thank God, " he exhaled.

You laughed at him. “Let’s eat this food before it’s cold,” You smiled at him as he nodded, fixing you a plate. You both ate and cuddled as you had the apartment together. You still kept up with seeing each other at least once a week.

Any weekends you had off together, you would go on a short getaway trip, even if it was just a hotel not too far away. All that mattered was that you had the time together.

He would also come up with some creative dates; he took you to a paint night, a pasta making class, and one of your favorites, Lotte World. Every time you went out with him, it was terrific.

It was like before, but even better, his soft lips and gentle hands that held you close. You couldn’t ask for anyone better than him. Even a year later, you felt like it was the first time you’d kissed him when your lips met.

He became your person, your home, your everything. Chan could say the same about you. As he sat on the couch next to you, seeing you all cozy with your blanket and your book, he realized this was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

He gently tapped your leg so you would get them off of him. You curled your legs up. “Sorry, love!” You smiled up at him before getting back into your book. “It’s okay, darling,” he smiled at you before walking to your shared bedroom.

He opened his nightstand and carefully took out something before making his way back out to the living room. “Hey, Y/N,” He cleared his throat as you were lost in the text in front of you. “Yeah?” You responded before putting your book down.

There was Chan on one knee. “I know this might seem fast, but I’ve waited years to have you in my life. You’ve become my everything, my sanctuary, my love, and the reason my heart beats every morning. I love you so much, Y/N. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you,”

You sat up, getting closer to him as tears started to well up. “Y/N, would you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?” He looked at you, his hands shaking slightly as he opened that small velvet box he was holding onto. You nodded quickly, the happy tears streaming down your face as you looked at him. “Yes, a million times over.” He carefully slid the ring on your finger.

“I love you so much, Chan,” You held onto him as you cried. He held you tighter than he has ever and rubbed your back. “I love you, Y/N,”

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A Little Motivation - (e.s)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Baseball Player!Eric x Fem! Reader ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: Being a volunteer tutor can be challenging, especially when it’s the university’s star athlete who hardly pays attention. How will you get him to focus and what lengths are you willing to go through to get his full attention? ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.5K ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), pervy!Eric, allusions to male masturbation, allusions to sexual favors, smut is not explicit per se, but let me know if I missed a warning! ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: had this drafted for quite sometime and finally found some motivation (lol) to finish it. Let me know if you’d like a part 2! Proofread once. ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

Being a volunteer tutor was always something you were passionate about. You always loved to help others understand lessons they were stuck on, the smile on their faces when they get the correct answer, and even the spark in their eyes when they hit that “aha” moment.

And it really didn't matter to you how long it took some of the students to understand the lessons. Your patience was always one of your strongest traits. Never in your life had you felt irritable or impatient with anyone.

… that is until Eric Sohn entered the picture.

You've heard of the name countless times. He's practically the star athlete in your university. No matter who you were talking to, his name somehow found its way into the conversation. Not only was he the star athlete, but he was also known to be incredibly handsome.

His face looked like it was perfectly molded by the hands of a god. From his strong facial features all the way to his toned abs, one look from him would turn your knees into jelly.

But not you.

Eric Sohn was the bane of your existence the moment you were paired to be his tutor. You see, in order to keep his status as the star athlete, he needed to pull up his grades. Otherwise he would be kicked out of the baseball team (which was something he dreaded the most).

It all started when he showed up late to your first session all because he was flirting with someone outside of the library. Then later on he would constantly use his phone during sessions, half-ass his answers, wouldn't stop talking about sports or parties, etc.

Sure, you've had your fair share of distracted students. But he was a literal nightmare.

“Are you even listening to me?” you ask, trying your best to keep your cool.

“Yeah yeah atoms whatever-” he doesn't even look up at you while he's texting on his phone.

You were starting to become frustrated with him, wondering how anyone could see him as perfect when he's got the attention of a damn goldfish.

You sigh out of frustration, slamming the book closed and immediately pushing your chair away from the table to stand.

“I think we're done for today.” you wait for his reaction as you sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Cool! See you tomorrow, tutor.” He winks at you before getting up. You scoff before you turn to leave the study room.

“See you tomorrow.”

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The next day you were running late to your tutor session with Eric. Sprinting down the hall as fast as you could, you lost track of time tutoring another student who needed urgent help in finishing an assignment.

You barge in the private study room, immediately apologizing for your tardiness as you dropped your stuff onto the table and readjusted your hair and sundress from all the running.

“You okay there?” Eric asks while scrolling on his phone. “Yeah, got caught up with another student.” You breathe out.

“Ah shit-” you curse under your breath as your pen rolls off the table and you immediately drop down to get it.

As soon as you bend down to reach for the pen, Eric looks up from his phone to check what you’re doing and is suddenly greeted by the view of your sundress hiked up enough to give him a glimpse of your clothed cunt.

He felt like his eyes were about to fall off from the view in front of him. He knew he shouldn’t have stared but the way your ass was angled to him? He was ready to drop everything and worshi-

“Eric? Wanna start already?” you look up at him, noticing the hot flush in his cheeks.

“Y-yeah, yeah let’s start.” He frantically stutters, turning to his book as he tries to hide his embarrassment from you.

As the tutoring session goes on, it’s like you were slowly unraveling in front of Eric eyes. He kept getting distracted with the way your mouth moved when you talked, how your cleavage would show every time you shifted in your seat, and so on. You were like a forbidden fruit being dangled in front of his face and he was struggling to resist taking a bite into you.

The more he kept on looking, the more he could feel his cock strain beneath his pants. You’d think he’d be more distracted than ever when you would ask him questions, but it was quite the opposite. For the first time, Eric was actually paying attention during a tutoring session, but you already knew why.

And he wasn't so slick in hiding it either, you knew exactly why he was more attentive than usual today after catching him staring at your ass… So you decided to take advantage of the moment.

“Eric, can we take a tiny break first? I wanna talk to you about your progress.”

“Uh.. sure I guess?” his eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“We've been at this for a couple of weeks now and it seems like your grades aren’t improving. They’ve been the same ever since and some even slowly dropping…” You heavily sigh as you lift your glasses up to your head and lean your elbows on the table, making sure your cleavage is tastefully exposed.

You can see the way Eric awkwardly shifts his legs from his seat, trying to “discreetly” adjust his jeans from the strain of his erection underneath.

You scoot a little closer, reaching your hand out to lightly grab his chin and get his eyes to focus on you, “What will it take for me to get you focused, hm?” You stare right into his dilated pupils.

“I-uh- I’m not s-so sure…” he stutters, trying to clear his throat from feeling the intensity of your gaze.

“I’ll tell you what-” You pull away your hand from his chin and place it on top of his thigh. You swear you heard a very faint gasp coming out of his mouth.

“If you get a really good score in your test this week… I’ll reward you with something special.” You stroke your thumb repeatedly on his thigh.

“Shit-” he mutters under his breath while trying to keep himself together.

“Do we have a deal?” You ask him.

“Yes, yeah. Totally, yeah we have a deal.” He quickly responds.

“Good!” You squeeze his thigh quickly before pulling back your hand and reopening your book, “Let’s get to it then!”

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After an hour and thirty minutes more of your tutoring session, Eric was able to answer all your questions correctly and even get an impressive grade on the short mock test you let him answer.

“Wow look at that Eric! You answered everything so well!” You place your hand on top of his.

“Couldn’t have done it without the best tutor…” he replies sheepishly.

“Good job! I’m so proud of you!” You move your hand to lightly stroke his hair, Eric’s cheeks flush at the praise and gesture.

“T-thank you…” he stutters as he tries to avoid looking back at you. Your praises subtly making his hard on strain even further.

As soon as the bell rings, you gather all your things into your bag and head out for the door. You stop midway to turn back to Eric.

“Oh yeah! Almost forgot-” Your hands suddenly disappear under your dress. You wiggle your hips a bit until Eric visibly sees your panties drop to your ankles.

“What are you doing?!” He loudly whispers, shocked by your sudden gesture.

His eyes widen and before he can even fully process what’s happening you quickly step out of your underwear and throw at his direction making it hit directly in his face. His eyes nearly roll back in his skull from getting a quick scent of your essence on them.

“A little reward for today superstar, you deserve it.” You walk towards him as he’s still seated in his chair, making sure your hover above him.

“I gotta go now but just remember-” you caress his jaw with your hand while keeping eye contact with him. His cheeks start to feel like they’re on fire from your lingering touch and the way you’re looking down at him.

“-every time you do well, you’ll get a reward… and it can be anything you want.” You swipe your thumb delicately across his bottom lip, making him whimper from your touch.

“See you tomorrow!” you pull your hand back and quickly exit the room, leaving Eric stunned in his chair, your panties still crumpled in his hand and a light wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. Oh he’s definitely gonna have some fun tonight thinking about you while he shoves your underwear in his face and pumps his cock like there’s no tomorrow.

And he’s especially excited on what kind of reward awaits him the next tutoring session.

-- Part 2 --

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