#I BOTH SHOWED GREAT RESTRAINT AND WENT TOO HARD ON THIS

[thedemonscrawler]

What greater indulgence is there than being able to put yourself in mild discomfort?

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I've had this idea for @ayyy-imma-ninja's Fairy!Eclipse since just before he got officially introduced. I think he'd enjoy things like being able to stand in the rain, even if it's uncomfortable, just because he CAN.

[bugeater101]

Truth or Dare?, pt. 3

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: swithc!reader x switch!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, pussy slapping, spanking, face slapping, restraint, oral (f. receiving and m. receiving), brief use of colour system, slight voyeurism, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM!!!), overstimulation, fluff ending (basically aftercare to make up for the fact that Minho's a jackass).

Word Count: 6.5K

Author's Note: Part 3! I hope you guys have liked this mini-series. I'm feeling not great about my writing right now and am just generally unconfident in what I've created recently. So, I hope I continue to improve as I create more content for you guys! Again, if you have any suggestions/asks/hard or soft thoughts, send them my way! I love hearing from y'all and it makes my day that you decide to share your perverted fantasies with me lmao. Anyways, enjoy! As always, though both characters in this fic are students, they are 18+. Therefore, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Other than that, thanks for reading!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

Anxiety raked your body as the minutes ticked by. The silence of your home reminded you of Minho's expected arrival and what was to come, despite your lack of knowledge about Minho's objectives. After disobeying him, Minho's reaction was exactly what you had expected: enraged, frustrated—showing all the tell-tale signs of feeling unrespected. So, you knew that, regardless of your efforts to text him to talk it over (or even beg for forgiveness), his need to reassert his position as the Truth or Dare victor was greater than your desire for mercy.

Your body remained stiffed from the day's earlier encounter, hair unkempt from fiddling with it and your uniform still in its dishevelled state. One thing had changed, however: you removed your underwear.

Okay, you admit it. A thong is like panties and you'd hoped that maybe Minho would be kind enough or pussy-crazed enough to let it slide. But, you should've known better. He wasn't the sweet nor merciful type, so he certainly wouldn't take disloyalty too kindly.

The clock at the corner of your room clicked with every passing second, the room's air tense as you sat still on your bed. What was Minho going to do to you? It wasn't this question or your lack of knowledge of what was to come that made you uneasy. You knew that, though he was cruel, Minho wasn't overly harsh. No, what really frightened you was your helplessness.

You had succumbed to every craving you had for him in mere days. What had started as passing thoughts of him in not-so platonic ways turned into you acting out your innermost desires those damn toys that started this whole charade. Now, this devil managed to sneak out of your fantasies and was living out his own dreams in your reality. It seems that every push you made to get away from such thoughts now brought you closer to them than ever. Minho was on your mind, and you couldn't wish it or force it away.

6:56 PM. Minho would be here any second; he was always punctual. In fact, you were still amazed by his coordination today. Even if he pulled the fire alarm just to see you, he must've studied which way your class specifically would have exited, where you would've been according to your position in the class itself, etc. You had to hand it to him, Minho knew how to get what he wanted. Planning, time, and effort went into getting you alone. So, you disobeying his orders wasn't just a defiant act against him, but to everything he had done, everything he had put effort into. He was a man who enjoyed precision and order, and your defilement of that meant you must pay for it in a similar nature: in your own degradation.

A loud knock at the door made you jump, and you sit still as realization washes over you. 7:00PM. It was time for your punishment.

"Come in!" You yelled from your room, your voice somehow steady. With the switch of the lock, the door is forced open. Another second passed, and it seemed like Minho materialized in your room, locking the front door, taking off his shoes, running towards your room, and locking your own door behind him in mere milliseconds. Your brain was on the fritz, unable to keep up with what was to happen and what was happening.

Minho felt the denseness of the air as soon as he entered your normally relaxed sanctuary, his uncomfortability reflected in the stiff way he dropped his bag and began removing his school tie.

"Please relax, y/n," he mumbled, your eyes wide as you stared at him. "This won't be fun if you don't like it." After removing the tie fully, Minho held the satin fabric in his hand, his eyes studying you. He turned, heading towards the light switch to turn off the overhead light and turn your fairy lights, illuminating your room in a soft incandescent hue.

"But if you choose to like it," he continued, his voice low and intriguing, despite your efforts to keep your emotions at bay. Minho turned around and looked back at you. "If you choose to enjoy it, you might just end up loving it." A smirk rose on his face as he came closer to you, each step making your thighs tighten together and your stomach knot a little more. He stopped a foot away from you, staring down at your figure, studying how your top—even when resting—can barely contain your bust. Fuck, you were pretty. It made Minho want to skip all over the pleasantries, all of the things he had planned for you, and get straight to what he's always wanted to do with you: kiss you. Kissing you slowly, holding you close with no barriers separating you, and not fucking you, but making love to you. God, he wanted to treasure you, let you know just how this wasn't just a quick fuck, a thing of teenage hormones or clouded judgement, but that he really wanted to do all of that with you.

Yet, on the other hand, he was mad.

Not just mad, but pissed. Downright enraged at your behaviour. So, before he could skip to the good part, he had to make you work for it. You had to know your place, and realize just how much you wanted him, too.

"Get on all fours," Minho demanded. According to his expression, there was no space to mess around or tease him. He was calling the shots, taming you, and if you were to try and change that dialogue, then who knows what measures he would go to. Your body immediately went into action, rushing to the centre of the bed and placing your hands and knees parallel to each other, facing away from Minho. Your immediate obedience was appreciated and expected: you didn't intend to piss off Minho more than you already have. Yet, he wouldn't be too easy to please.

"Ooh, so now you want to act all good?" He scolded. You felt the bed shift behind you, and you knew that Minho was now positioned behind you on his knees. Suddenly, you felt a deep pressure between your shoulder blades, forcing you onto your elbows and making you arch your back so your ass was pointed in the air. "Lean forward, baby," Minho growled. "I want to see what you've been hiding." Your new position made your skirt ride higher up your thighs, slightly revealing your ass and a bit of your pussy. You whimpered as the cold air met your already soaking heat, making Minho chuckle.

"Aw, look at you," he cooed. The humiliation made you press your hot face into the bed. Yet, despite your embarrassment, your headshot up once you felt Minho's cold fingers push your skirt higher and higher.

"Shh, baby," he whispered, massaging your plump flesh as you let out a small whimper. "You deserve this. Now, you're gonna take your punishment like a good girl, right?" Before you could respond, your voice caught in your throat as his cold fingers met your cunt. The wetness that had troubled you the entire day was now being spread across your lips, allowing Minho to easily tease your clit and stick the tips of his fingers into you. A smile spread across his face with every little moan you let out, teasing and playing with your pussy but offering you no satisfaction.

"I'm glad I'm finally getting my reward," he groaned out. "And I'm glad you're finally being punished." Out of the blue, pain shot through your entire body as Minho retracted his hand and left a quick swat to your cunt. Then, with a swift movement, he reached forward and grabbed your clasped hands that rested on the bed and ripped them apart. Your face and upper chest crashed into the bed as Minho pulled your hands back and tied them behind you with his tie. Despite the softness of your fabric, the tense knot told you that there would be lasting marks.

"Minho," you mewled out, your back curving deliciously as Minho stared at your feeble form. His hands resumed to grip your ass and love handles, imaging what it would look like fucking your cunt like this from behind, all tied up and ready for him to be used.

"Be quiet," Minho stated, making you sniffle. "If you wanna be good, you gotta learn your lesson, hm?"

"Minho, I— ah!" A sharp smack cut you off before you could even argue against him. Your moans filled Minho's ears as he slapped your ass, loving how it jiggled with every harsh hit and how the redness spread across your backside. However, he knew he loved two things more: how there would be a mark in the shape of his hand left on your flesh, and how wet you were getting from this.

"You slut," he spat, giving you a break by rubbing two fingers throw your folds while his other hands gripped your constrained hands. He leaned forward so that his lips were at your ears, and the closeness of his body to yours allowed you to feel his length against your cunt through his pants. And, with his chest pressed into your back, you could tell that somewhere along the way he had unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to hang off of his body, untucked.

"How dare you enjoy this," he groaned in your ear. Tears prickled your eyes as you fought hard to respond to his scolding.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you hiccuped. Minho scoffed.

"You wanna feel better? You've been enjoying this entire punishment and you're even pushing your cunt into my cock right now." Though this shocked you, you realized it was true. You had subconsciously moved your body closer to his, pressing yourself further into him and rutting a bit to feel his hard-on against your pussy. Somewhere in the mess of things, he had also unzipped his pants, revealing the front of his boxers and allowing your dripping lips to soak them. You gasped slightly at the discovery, tears now staining your cheeks as you began to profusely apologize,

"Minnie, I'm sorry," you whined. "I just wan' have fun with Minnie, but now I've been bad... I'm sorry." Small sobs left your lips as Minho continued to play with your clit. His heart only ached slightly for your state, because whose wouldn't? You were normally so strong-willed, so powerful, so determined, and now... now you were his plaything, huh? Minho laughed then, realizing how you finally got what you had coming, that this was what it was all building up to. He had tamed you.

"Thank you for apologizing, y/n," he said slowly, love tracing his voice as he finally pulled his hand away and started slowly massaging you instead. He pressed kisses along your back and ear before nibbling it slightly, allowing you to calm down before he continued.

"Colour?" He asked after a minute.

"Green," you responded quietly.

He nodded in response and continued to kiss you. Kisses eventually moved down your back and were now pressed into the back of your thighs and ass, trying to replace the lingering pain with love.

"Lemme make you feel better," he whispered as you buried your face into the bed. "Let me praise you after taking your punishment so well."

"Please, Minho," you begged as his kisses teased closer and closer to your pussy, though never even grazing it. You were initially expecting him to immediately pull away in response to your begs, continuing on and not granting you any relief. However, maybe your pleas had gotten to Minho, and it was making him a bit of a softy.

As if reading your mind, Minho's lips finally met your clit. You immediately moaned out, responding to the sweet relief his kisses offered.

"Fuck," you mewled as his nose buried into your hole while his tongue vigorously sucked on your clit. His hands occupied themselves by gripping your ass and wrapping around your thigh. His tongue moved sloppily, drool and your juices leaking down his chin as he moaned into your pussy, a puddle of your precum soaking the sheets below you.

"Mmh." Though his voice was muffled as was yours, his trapped as he continued to lap you up while yours was drowned out by the bed below you, you both knew that the other kept begging for more.

In order to give your more pleasure and satisfy his own, Minho suddenly flipped your entire body over like it was nothing, as if his carnal desires allowed him to move whatever he wanted with ease. You gasped as your body was flung across the bedspread and now rested flat, knees spread by Minho's hands and your arms tied behind you, with Minho between your legs. He stared at your expression for a second, face reddened partly with tears and partly due to shame, but overall overwhelmed by crushing neediness.

"You're..." he panted as he looked at you writhe below him, attempting to push your knees together to ease the pain between them. His chin glistened with your cum and his spit, his tongue slightly licking his lips to taste what remained of you. "You're so pretty," he gasped out. Before you could respond, Minho flung himself forward and began kissing you passionately, his tongue finding yours and his lips softly touching yours. He pulled away and began kissing your neck and jaw, making you moan out.

"Minnie!" You cried.

"Can you taste yourself, y/n?" He hummed in between kisses to your collarbone, "Can you taste yourself on your lips? You taste so fucking good, so perfect for me." Minho sat back on his heels then despite your efforts to bring him back to you, which were quite useless due to your impeded state. Minho's hands found your shirt and ripped your blouse open, scattering the pearlescent buttons across your bed and floor.

"Minho!" You shouted, shocked by his aggression. Minho, however, was entranced by your tits, mouth drooling not only because of how he missed your taste but because of how plump your chest looked.

"S... sorry for the mess, y/n," he mumbled. His eyes met yours and he chucked. "So... no bra either?" You felt dumbstruck for a second by his coy attitude, his humour being a surprising but not unwelcomed reaction. You smiled.

"I thought that since you said 'no underwear', I should apply that to all undergarments," you responded happily. Minho smiled at you before shaking his head.

"God, y/n, what you do to me." Before you could respond, Minho's mouth met your nipples and sucked them, pushing your tits together in an attempt to lick them at the same time. You whimpered as he massaged your tits, loving the way he kissed the middle of your chest while each hand pinched and pulled your nipples. Here and there, he would flick them or push your tits together in a feeble attempt to try and suck them at the same time again. You twisted under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling every little rutt he made into the bed below you.

"Minho, please," you begged although you didn't know what you were pleading for. He continued his actions, thrusts going deeper into the bed below him as he tried to catch his high. Your writhed below him, trying to tear your hands apart and finally touch him, but were trapped due to the tie around your wrists. You begged and pleaded, whimpers filling Minho's ears.

However, though Minho loved your whines, he was getting sick of you. Not you entirely— he loved your body and your reactions to his touch and how you let out little hiccups here and there—but he was finding the whole begging thing getting old.

"God," he groaned, pulling away from you. "Y/n, you talk too much," he cooed at your innocent, needy gaze. That look made him want to scoff, laugh at you, because how could you look at him like that after all you've put him through?

Sitting up on his knees, he pulled you up with him and then shoved you back down onto the mattress so you sat on your knees. You stared up at him, his bulge prominent in his opened trousers and the curve of his abs making your mouth water. The tightness on your wrists became more noticeable as you wished to reach out and grasp his cock, to see if he was really seven inches like he told you. Luckily, Minho did it himself. With one hand petting your head, his other slipped into his boxers. He threw his head back and hissed at the direct touch on his dick, teasing himself right in front of you and enjoying every second of your desperate whines.

"Aw, look at you," he chuckled breathlessly. "You want cock, y/n?" You nodded, thinking it was an adequate response. However, Minho tugged your head aggressively and pulled you up to face him.

"Hmph! Fuck— Yes, Minnie, I wan' cock," you sobbed. A kiss on your forehead indicated that Minho liked that response. Dropping you back onto the bed, Minho moaned as he tugged harder on his dick, growing larger in the confines of his clothing.

"Show me, then." Minho pulled his cock out, the red tip snapping against his abdomen and making him moan.

Fuck. He was right about the size.

"I know baby," he laughed, "I don't like to lie." His hand stroked his dick right in front of your face, dragging from his base to his head, slightly thumbing his slit when it reached the tip and making him gasp. Fuck, he was big. How could he have not told you until you pressured him to? You've wanted to fuck him forever, and little did you know he had the most perfect cock; thick, huge, and with the slightest curve that you knew could fuck you good.

"Minho," you whispered. "You're mean." He laughed at you, hips slightly stuttering as he continued to stroke himself. Precum leaked from his tip as you stuck your tongue out, desperate to catch some.

"Baby, are you hungry from some cock?" he asked cutely, bending his head down slightly and pulling up your head to meet his.

"Mmhm," you hummed, nodding aggressively. "Wanna taste Minnie and show him how good I can suck." Though you tried to maintain eye contact with Minho, your gaze kept fluttering down to his angry head, aching to suck on his tip and make him cum down your throat.

Minho noticed your desperation and cooed at how your eyes begged for your throat to be filled. Standing straight, he brought his hand to your chin and made him look up at you.

"You think you deserve a reward for being so good?" Nodding again with a series of mhm's, Minho sighed and decided to take pity on you. "Get on the floor baby." You began to climb to the floor but stopped once you reached the edge of the bed. Turning to him shyly, you looked up at Minho and gestured with your head to your restrained hands.

"Can Minnie be nice and untie me?" you mumbled weakly. Minho raised an eyebrow, confused as to why you would want to be released. You understood his confusion and continued. "I wan' give Minnie pleasure with my hands and mouth... wanna make his cock feel as good as it can." Minho almost attacked you with kisses upon hearing how desperate you were to please him, falling for you all over again. Instead, he opted to untie your hands, telling you "of course, y/n" with a sweet voice. As soon as you were freed, you moved onto the floor and pulled Minho to the edge of the bed, him laughing at how excited you were to be filled with some cock. You stroked his thighs that were slung over the side of the bed, running your hands up his abs and touching everything you couldn't the first time. You sat up on your knees and kissed his lips, tasting the lingering juices on him and savouring how charming his kisses were. Your lips then worked their way down his jaw and neck and pressed sloppy kisses down his entire torso until you reached his cock. You were about to place your mouth on him, drool leaking from your mouth and landing on his head, making him groan.

"Wait, y/n," he panted. His words worried you, making you pull away and sit back.

"Minho, what's wrong?" You asked urgently. Minho immediately calmed you, placing his hands on the bed and leaning back.

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine," he reassured. "But, I need you to do something for Minnie, okay?"

"Anything," you immediately responded, making his heart warm. Minho looked down at you then down at the bed.

"Get the box," he demanded. You stilled, eyes wide. God, he could eat you up right now. "Let's finish what we started yesterday, hm?"

Instantly, you dove under the bed beside him, making him chuckle at your eagerness and the sight of your ass arched next to him. He was tempted to spank you again, fuck you while you were unaware and helpless under the bed, but the redness of your ass and his need to get his cock sucked made him think again. You reemerged in the blink of an eye, presenting the box to Minho.

"Baby wants me to choose?" he asked.

"Yes, Minnie," you gushed.

Minho stared you down again. "You weren't going to be given an option in the first place." He threw off the box lid and immediately found the bunny vibrator from yesterday, turning it on and testing to see if had enough battery to last the rest of the night. He grabbed the box and shoved it back under the bed, keeping only the pink vibrator in his hands. Tossing the toy to you, he leaned back on his hands and glanced down at his cock.

"Well?" He asked. "It's not gonna suck itself, y/n. Show me how well you use that mouth of yours and how you use that toy on your tasty little pussy, okay?" Even before giving a "yes" or even a nod, your hand was back on Minho's thigh and moving to grasp his cock for the first time. As soon as your hand held his base, you kissed the tip, causing Minho to throw his head back and moan loudly. You licked his shaft from base to head, wetting his cock before kitten-licking the head and sucking it eagerly. Minho had a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, trying to contain himself so he didn't preemptively cum in your mouth.

"U-use your toy, baby. Do as you're t-told," he stammered out through gritted teeth. You happily obliged, letting your hand stroke his cock while you licked the head of the vibrator just like you did yesterday, making Minho groan at the sight. Then, after wetting your toy, you finally placed the buzzing vibrator on your clit, riding your skirt up a bit to give Minho a view while you sucked his dick.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as you returned to his cock. With every hum and moan you released with his dick in your mouth, he did the same, mewling as you eagerly licked him.

"You wanna suck me dry, y/n?" He asked while you pumped him harder, grinding on the vibrator below you and getting it wetter and wetter. "Want me to fill you up, don't you?"

"Mmhm," you mewled against him, making Minho moan in response. However, instead of continuing until Minho came undone, you had something better in mind. Pulling off of him with a pop, a string of drool still connected you two, causing Minho to lean back on his elbows as he urged you to keep going.

"C'mon, baby, you were doing so well," he whined, still trying to maintain his dominance in spite of his neediness. You glanced up at him and smirked. First the first time, you knew you had the upper hand. With his cock in one hand and your cum-covered vibrator in the other, you placed the buzzing bunny on his cock head and made him writhe beneath you.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as he gripped the sheets tighter below him. While one hand played with the vibrator on his tip, your other held his balls and your tongue traced the length of his dick. Minho's chest rose and fell deeply, trying to stop himself from coming so quickly. One of his hands rose up in an attempt to pet you, to give you some love in return, but it instead threaded through your hair and pulled it, earning a moan from both you and him.

"God, y/n," he groaned as you licked, pumped, and fucked him every way you could.

"Minho..." you mumbled, "you taste so good." Your mouth and vibrator switch places, sucking him fervently while the vibrator rubbed him quickly. Minho began to pant and mumble incoherently, his grip becoming harsher as his hips fucked into your mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted in an attempt to keep his orgasm at bay, though he knew it was no use. "Fuck, baby, yes, yes, please, I'm going to cum, please! Fuck, Fuck— ah!" Cum shot from his cock and into your mouth, milking himself dry on your tongue as you lapped him up.

"Y/n... y/n, fuck," Minho gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "So good, baby. You suck cock so fucking good." He stroked you lovingly, loving how you licked the cum off of your lips and the vibrator. You pulled yourself off him, allowing him to calm down and to shut off your toy. However, no matter how much Minho came or how much he tried to settle himself, he was still incredibly hard. And, his cock was covered in cum. You whined at the sight, unsatisfied at your performance and looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"Minho," you mewled out.

"What?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath. Then, he noticed his current state and how red his dick still was, and how you rocked with your hands clasped on your lap: you were waiting for permission.

"Y/n, I—" he began, but he had guessed wrong. You were done taking orders.

"I don't care Minnie," you cut him off. You couldn't wait any more today. You had grown impatient, waiting for Minho's permission to do any little thing. You've had enough. You grabbed his cum-covered dick and began licking off every little bit of it. Sucking on him eagerly, Minho's hands didn't know what to do. Overstimulated and just as needy as you, he didn't know whether to pull you off or push you further on his cock.

"Y/n— I— ah—please, sto—ah!" Every sentence, hell every word he spoke was lost to him. All he could think of was how good you were at sucking him off, and how he needed more of you. But fuck did he need a break. "Y/n, please!" He begged in a raspy voice, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Finally, with the little strength he had, Minho managed to pull you off his cock. Both of you gasped for air, trying to stable yourselves. However, before you could gather yourself, Minho pulled you up and threw you onto the bed.

"Minnie!" You gasped as you bounced on the mattress. When you looked back at him, Minho's entire demeanour had changed from the quivering mess he was before. Somehow, in mere seconds he had thrown off his shirt, boxers, and pants, with his cock standing prominently against him. "Minnie..." you repeated in a small voice, trying to pull at his heartstrings.

"Did I give you permission to touch my cock?" He growled, walking towards you slowly. Though you wanted to retreat against the backboard of your bed, your limbs couldn't find the energy or courage to move.

"No," you answered, knowing that even a stutter could set him off. He kept moving towards you, taking a step onto the bed with his knee and proceeding to crawl towards you.

"Then why aren't you being obedient?" he spat. Suddenly, he grabbed your legs and pulled your forward, your thighs crashing into his and making you yelp. With unfathomable strength, he ripped—literally ripped—your already ruined shirt off of you, leaving you in your skirt and tie.

"Minnie!" You cried as you stared into his dark eyes

"Can't trust you one bit, can I?" he questioned as he proceeded to pull your tie off you, gather your hands in his, and retie them together. "Have to keep you restrained like the little bitch you are?"

"Min— fuck!" Though you tried to protest and defend your actions, you were cut short by a swift smack across your face. You stared up at Minho, his breathing hard and your eyes wide.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "But you gotta learn to be good."

Harshly, Minho wrapped your legs around your waist and pinned your tied hands above your head, making it so you were once again face-to-face with him.

"Now, say 'please, Minnie,' okay?" He whispered.

For the first time that night, you stuttered. "P-please Minnie?" Minho smiled in response. He had finally broken you.

Then, you felt his tip tease your clit, both of you moaning out from the overstimulation. Gathering your juices on his cock, he finally decides to slip his tip into your cunt, letting you stretch around him.

"God, y/n," he gasped as he buried in his head in your neck, trying to get closer to you. You could barely respond, mewling out a hum in an effort to tell him how good he feels.

"Ready for me?" Minho asks, raising his head to meet yours. However, instead of your eyes catching his own, they were sweetly staring into nothing. Meeting his eventually after tracing the walls, your blank stare juxtaposed Minho's gleeful one.

"Hey, where are you baby?" He giggled in between breaths, removing his hand from your tied ones to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses your cheek, inching slowly into you as he proceeds to pepper your face with light smooches.

"Minnie," you whine out as he stretches you out.

"There you are, y/n," Minho coos as he pushes inch by inch into you. "Come on, take this big cock into your tiny hole like you know how." After what felt like hours, Minho finally bottomed out in you. You both panted at the sensation, feeling every ridge in his cock in you while he almost came again strictly from how your gummy walls hugged him. Minho, after finally calming himself, began to rock into you, pushing and pulling himself out of your cunt with a groan.

"Fuck, fuck, baby," he cried at the sensation, holding you close.

"Minnie!" You moaned out from the stretch.

"Goddammit, y/n," he groaned in a low voice as he pulled out again. "You gotta learn to be g-good." You could barely respond, instead simply uttering his petname over and over again.

"Say my name," Minho whined as he sat up and spread your legs out, removing his hands from your restrained ones.

"Minho, please keep fucking your baby," you begged as he readjusted himself, briefly depriving you of his cock.

"Fuck," Minho whimpered as he began to fuck you again, this time harder and deeper. "You talk too much, baby," he groaned as he threw his head back before having it fall forward again, watching his cock piston in and out of your swollen pussy.

"Minho, I'm sorry," you cried. Though your hands were free, you still were able to bring them down your clit and play with it, wanting to reach your high quickly after being edged all night.

"Y/n, s-stop," Minho mumbled as he watched you thumb your bundle of nerves. Every brush to your clit made you squeeze tighter around him, sucking in his cock and making his thrusts shallow and quick. "If you k-keep doing that, y-you're gonna m-make me cum."

You wanted to chuckle at Minho's deterioration in front of you, but you knew you were no better. After this entire night, you couldn't hold a candle to his power over you. With every eager pump into you, Minho brought you closer and closer to your climax— and he could tell. Minho's thrusts started to become sloppy, using the last of his strength to keep his hips from stuttering or stopping, despite the urge to edge himself a little more. But, he was too overstimulated, and even another glance down at his cock buried in you could make him cum on sight.

"Be good baby, c'mon," he moaned as he fucked into you faster and faster, gripping your thighs tighter with every thrust into you. "Come around me, y/n. Do it, baby, make a mess,"

"Fuck, Minho!"

"Be good, be good, come with me, be a good baby, please," he moaned as his hands slapped the fat of your legs. "P-please cum, baby, be good like you know how to, please! Please, baby, fuck! P-please— fuck!" Minho's hips stuttered as you came around him, soaking his cock and making a mess on the bed below you. You cried out his name while he continued to pound into you, unable to control the movement of your fingers nor handle the speed of Minho's thrusts.

Minho's hips stuttered a second before pulling out, making you mewl as you watched him vigorously pump his dick before cumming the second time that night, panting your pussy and tummy in his cum.

As if running a marathon, Minho collapsed onto you, caging your body in his while you panted below him, both of you attempting to catch your runaway breath.

You felt like you were a million miles away, descending from Cloud 9 and attempting to ground yourself again. Then, you felt a small pressure on your cheek, then jaw, then forehead, then temple. Minho was drawing you back home, easing you down with gentle kisses and sweetly stroking your jaw as your breathing slowed. When you finally came to, you looked and saw a tired Minho beside you, wide-eyed and enjoying your exhausted expression.

"Y/n, you're back," he whispered as he brushed away some hair that had stuck to your face. You smiled in response, unable to find the words that told him all you wanted to say. Something along the lines of "thank you, I'm here, and I love you" would have been good. Yet, you still could not conjure the boldness nor the energy to tell him that. Instead, you rolled over slightly so you both laid on your sides, and you buried your face into your pillow as you held each other close.

"So," Minho continued as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, "did you enjoy your punishment?" You laughed at his joke, enjoying his lightness considering how heavy he was mere minutes ago.

"Fantastic," you giggled. "I should rebel more often just so you could punish me more." Minho smiled and came closer, brushing his nose slightly against yours. You had never seen him this giggly, this playful or amused. And it was true: he felt relieved and relaxed for the first time in a while, happy to be here with you in such circumstances, to hold you like this, to finally say that you are, in more or less formal terms, his.

"Maybe you should. Now," Minho rose up, gaining newfound energy. "You stay there, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up and some snacks. Anything in particular you want?"

You shook your head no, surprised at how responsible Minho had become due to your rather impaired state. Minho rushed off then, leaving only momentarily and returning in the blink of an eye, snacks and a warm washcloth in his hand. However, though he wanted to make you smile, all you did was laugh.

"You just ran around my house completely naked, Minho," you chuckled. Minho didn't glance down to see if you were correct—you obviously were—and instead placed the snacks on your bedside table, along with a water bottle, and slowly cleaned you up with the cloth.

"Damn, not even a thank you? And what happened to 'Minnie'?" He asked as you melted into his touch.

"You are insatiable," you laughed again. "Thank you, Minnie." You emphasized the nickname, making him smile.

After cleaning you, Minho disposed of the dirty washcloth and reached into the backpack that he had brought with him, pulling out two hoodies, a pair of boxers, and your panties from yesterday. He tossed one of the hoodies to you and your underwear. You stared at them in shock, surprised he had the generosity to give them back to you.

"They're clean, by the way," he said as he slipped the boxers on. "I, um, had some fun with them yesterday night and had to clean them anyway." You laughed, slipping on the soft white garment and the black hoodie he had thrown to you, basking in his lingering cologne that stuck to the soft cotton.

"Thank you," you responded. "I also had some fun last night after you left." Minho cleaned your room as you talked, putting away the box of toys and placing your bunny vibrator aside to clean it later, silently enjoying how he finally got to see you use it. Minho laughed at your response, kicking his dirty clothes and the scattered buttons from your blouse aside to clear your floor. Then, his eyes then up at you. He had never seen you so beautiful, so comfortable in his clothes, and so natural. It was like you were meant to be there with him, right here, right now.

Of course, he could never let himself be so open about such feelings. This was Minho, after all. Instead, he jumped into your bed, making you bounce at his actions and lightly hitting his arm for disturbing you. He crawled up to you, snuggling into your chest and letting his weight press you down into the mattress.

"I guess we're perfect for each other then," he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your hands played with his hair, petting him slowly and relaxing into his touch. You smiled.

"I guess we are."

[orenjikaraka]

You’ll be ok… Mi querido…

Miguel O’Hara x reader angst

Word count: 4791

Summary: Miguel has a new assistant working with him, lyla needed more help around because new spiders are being recruited, Miguel was slightly denying it (because he has lyla, why would he need another), but a couple months passed and he got used to her presence… well… his heart was saying something else… and his next mission will show what he wants… even if it’s forced…

S/o is 22 by the way and Miguel is 34, that’s a 12 age gap. Also this is like after events like u know miles is on the team and spot in jail.

Warnings: non-con (if you can’t handle rape, you don’t have to read), sex, NSFW, kidnapped (adultnapped 😅), Miguel has a muzzle (why is that a warning 😏), angst, alcohol, puking, drugs, and coursing, also psst Miguel is a bottom.

Miguel opened his eyes, he felt dizzy, or nauseous if you can say, his breathing is heavy, the room felt cold, the room was closed spaced, it was nerve racking to be in the dark room, his eyes were slowly readjusting, when he felt less light headed, ‘just great, just fucking grand…’ he thought, his brain was going in circles of how he got in this mess, his hands were tied behind his back with electrical wires, they’re were digging through his skin, it felt horrendous, his first thought was to rip them out, when he tried a electric shock went through his veins, he growned in pain, frustration going through his nerves, so much anger that he didn’t know he had muzzle on, who ever doing this, is treating him like a wild animal, trapped between the legs with metal strapped on them, his wrist were tied, and he had a muzzle too, for stopping his spider venom from hurting the fuck head that hostage him.

He tried to move his stranged arms again, but the electric shock came back, he tried harder, but the shock got worse each time he moved, his wrist were bleeding and were turning purple, he gave a hard tug and his wrist were burning, he clenched his fist and growled in anger, “when I get out of here! I’m gonna kill you, you here!!!” It was silent until he heard whimpering, someone else was in the same room with him, he lowered his head a little and his eyes were trying to readjust more to see who was in front of him…

“Miguel—“

Then he panicked, it was you, he was starting to remember why he was here, you went missing for 2 weeks, Miguel was looking everywhere for you, checked every evidence he could find, until he found you, well evidence of where you were, Universe 1610, Miles’ universe, you were last seen with Miles, probably hanging out, but now in Doc Olivia Octavius’ lab.

“la voy a matar… la voy a matar… la voy a matar… (ima gonna kill her 3x)

“Miguel— I’m-“

“Amor (love), don’t… I was here to find you. We’re both gonna get out of-

“Out of here~” Olivia chuckled while walking through the metal door, and slamming it afterwards.

“Doc-“

“Octavius~” she softly giggled, “oh~ look at you…” she looked at Miguel then at you, “and you cute little assistant~” she squatted down next to you and put her hands on your arms, which made Miguel try to break free from his restraints. “Aww~ is the oldest spider of the ‘em all, trying to save his MJ.”

“She-“

Olivia squeezed her nails into your skin while staring at Miguel, you wince in pain, Miguel stopped and tense up, “ha! My science was right! Well… me spying on miles and you without letting a single spider know, is actually quite interesting am I right?”

Miguel looked at her like she was delusional, “my camera-“

“I hacked your database, so it would think of me as one of the spiders!”

“Also also having no four arms, well hidden away in my fake spider suit was a hassle but walking is not all that bad.”

Olivia stopped her blabbing and look at you again, “aww you poor thing~” she dug her bloody nails out and move (Y/n) right side up, (Y/n) had her wrist tied with duct tape, and her ankles as well, she was wearing a tight white soft cotton knee high dress, it had a upside down triangle on her chest.

“Isn’t her dress adorable~ oh! One more touch.”

Olivia put the small piece of duct tape on (Y/n)’s mouth.

She moved her right hand to your chin, and her left holding you around your stomach, her four mechanical arms were holding her down, “don't be scared, your little spider is here to save you~” Olivia turned your head. To face you at Miguel, Miguel looked terrified, he didn’t know what to do.

“Let her go, just-“

“Just what- oh Miguel~ let her go~, nah… I think I have something better~”

One of Octavius’s mechanical arms let go of (Y/n) and move swiftly to Miguel’s neck, her claw clench, digging her claw into his tense skin, the middle of her claw had small exit that opened with a small needle, it poked his skin and a small dose into his nervous system, her mechanical claw snatched off…

“What did you just dose me with…”

“Miguel, don’t worry, it’s just pde-5 inhibitors, benzos, mdma, ketamine, and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, you know…

“You…” Miguel growled with hatred. His muscles tensed up painfully making his body sweat, he felt saliva drooling off his lips, his breathing felt uneven, his thighs twitched trying to calm down his throbbing erection, he closed his eyes to look away from the two women in front of him.

“Miguel~ I didn’t tell you to look away…”

With her free mechanical arm, she redirected Miguel to face you, there was a small knife on your throat, touching your skin ever so slightly.

“If you look away your little sweet assistant would be dead, you don’t want that, don’t you.”

Miguel couldn’t muster out words, it was hard to speak, he’s afraid he’ll might scare you off. So he shook his head ‘no’.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

Olivia pulled the knife back and stabbed your left shoulder, you screamed in pain, but that didn’t matter to Olivia, but for poor Miguel it did.

“Stop— now- don’t…”

“See it wasn’t hard was it!”

Olivia pulled out the knife and put it lightly around your dress, your whimpering was causing his brain to go in a loop, causing his erection to hurt, whimpering moans with pressure and pain came to mind. Which made him clenched his eyes shut.

“You don’t listen don’t you.”

She was about to knife again but Miguel opened his eyes to look at Olivia.

“You one sick fuck you know that…”

“No— not- true—“

“Lies”

Olivia put the knife on the floor and moved her free hand to the wound she made, she put her two index fingers into the tissue, which made you groan in agony, Miguel didn’t want to look, but couldn’t…

“Don’t— *moan*” he growled in frustration afterwards. Octavius moved her free mechanical arm and clawed his scalp upwards, his drool dripping down his neck.

“You sick creep loves his little MJ, I knew you cared for someone else, you couldn’t just understand that your life is supposed to be where you die alone…”

“Let— her… *gasping for air* go—“

“Not every spider must-“

“Hurt me— not… her— I’ll do-“

“Anything?” Olivia had excitement. In her veins.

“Yes! Please—“ Miguel begging was aching your heart, you never knew a man that had so much pride sounded so broken…

Olivia let her mechanical claw go from his aching scalp, Miguel look back at you, you had a worried look on your face and he looked back the same.

“Ok… but… how about this, she gets to leave… if you rape her…”

Miguel felt every fiber in his body tense ups he shook his head ‘no’.

“No. No. No.”

“No? But I thought you wanted her ok…”

She picked up the knife again and stabbed (Y/n)’s right ankle, your shooken form tense in agony and muffly scream through your duct tape.

“STOP—“

(Y/n) knocked her head back in a panic which scruffed against Octavius nose, Olivia groaned and moved her free mechanical arm to her ankle and her claw digged through your skin, and snapped it… her skin turned purple and black bruises around her ankle. Her whaling can be heard across the hall in the facility…

“You little bitch… you did this on yourself…”

She took the knife out of your ankle and ripped your dress off. Went through the top to the bottom of the dress.

“I wanted to be nice. But no one listens…” Olivia ripped your dress off and was about to rip your panties. “Follow my rules and this will go easy…” she cut your panties and then lifted you up slightly to cut your tape on your wrist, before you could move them the mechanical arms closed them. Olivia looked back at Miguel and he stared back with pain in his eyes.

“I got a solution…”

Octavius picked up (Y/n) and put her on top of Miguel, her clit touching the tip of his dick.

“I’m— going to kill you—!”

“But if ya do that this universe will collapse… people will die… a small spider and his family will die… I thought you would prevent that, isn’t that your job…”

Before Miguel could muster anything, Olivia pushed your body downward, which caused Miguel to moan and quiver because he’s trying to stop himself from cumming.

“Didn’t know you needed help from your MJ; Miguel.”

She got her knife again and tar a hole so Miguel’s dick was freely being laid on by your soft clit.

Stop— *whimper* just—“

“Just what Miguel…”

“Just— kill me— end me… let her go—“

(Y/n) shooked her head frequently, in a ‘no’ matter, she was muttering no, “see your little MJ wants you, don’t you see.”

Olivia dropped the knife on the ground, and got her hand and grabbed Miguel’s dick tilt the tip to her hidden clit, Miguel moaned in displeasure and lust. “Come on little MJ, let me give you a hand~”

Octavious shoved (Y/n) into Miguel dick, your tight hole was making it hard to concentrate on not cumming, it hurts, he feel like throwing up, tears was going down his face from all the burning pain he trying to contain himself, your whispering became screaming for help, you were crying for some reassurance… but no talk can be heard from Miguel. Only agonizing groans and moans.

“Come on sweetheart don’t treat your man like that, I thought you adored his company.”

Olivia pushed her further in and moved her arms behind Miguel. Miguel looked down and saw blood coming out of your slit, ‘no, no, no, oh querido, cono… (darling, fuck…)”

‘This was your first’ and he ruined it, he ruined it by being a hero, a hero that can’t even save the people he loved, he always fuck everything up…

“cariño (dear), your going to— be… ok—“

Miguel moved his chin and moved (Y/n) a little forward to try and comfort you, but also moving you closer to his chest so you can use your hands behind him to untie the wired knot, (Y/n) understood and faked moan to distracted Octavious, it was music to Miguel ears but also hurting his erection, Olivia grabbed Miguel scalp with her free hand and pushed his slightly forward.

“See she wants more~”

(Y/n)’s hands were bleeding but she had to get Miguel out.

“Thrust her Miggy~”

“Fuck— you…”

“Fine…”

Olivia pushed harshly downward, which tilted his dick slightly, “nggggggghhh!”, (Y/n) gasped with hot air, and continued to untie, “fuckin— bitch-“

Olivia looked furious and picked up the knife and was about to stab Miguel’s shoulder, but (Y/n) quickly snatched it and freed Miguel’s arms, then she moved to his muzzle, and freed him from that. Miguel grabbed Olivia by the neck and bit Octavius, filling his venom in her veins to paralyze her. He ripped her mechanical arms off, and threw her against the concrete wall…

Olivia was already knocked out before she even hit the wall, Miguel looked back at you, you were frantic and quivering, “Lo lamento… (I’m sorry)” And he grabbed your hips slowly and lightly pulled you out, you screaming stop, begging to stop, but Miguel continue to pull you out, when you were free, he sat you down on the cold concrete floor and untied his feet, his suit regenerate to it normal form, he then untie you and unduct tape you. You sobbed, quietly screaming to make the pain go away, Miguel slowly got up and felt nauseous afterwards, so tripped and catches him from hitting the floor, but before he get up again he threw up, his body was screaming to do so, so he did, he felt sick all over, he feels like crying his eyes out because how much pain he endured, he crawled to Octavius, and checked her pockets, he found his gadget and put it on, and slowly crawled to (Y/n).

When he got to her, (Y/n) tried to reach for Miguel, even though he was about to pick her up, he did and held her close, and called Lyla. She immediately answered.

“Miguel! You know how long you were out, you were-“

She saw Miguel and gasped in shock, then looked at you in horror.

“Miguel-“

“Take us— to the main hall…”

Before she could say anything else Miguel put a portal underneath them and you both fell through; he held you close, like he was about to lose you again…

—- time skip (to the spider lobby) —

Miguel felt like he fell for eternity until he saw the lobby, every spider's senses triggered and saw you both falling to the bottom of the hall… Some spiders reacted and swung towards you both but they weren’t fast enough.

“Lyla!”

Lyla put a cold red and aimed all the cameras to you both, big screens saying ‘HELP’ on repeat, more spiders came to join and save them.

“Miles! Pete— jes- Gwen- hob— someone—“

‘Please someone save her… not me…’

That was his last thought until he hit his head on the flat concrete.

—- time skip —

Miguel woke up frantically and looked around his room, his head was pounding, screaming for him to relax but couldn’t, “lyla!”

“…”

“Lyla!!

“…”

“LYLA!!!”

“YES!”

“Where’s my assistant?”

“She’s hospitalized in are medical bay.”

Miguel lowered his head, thinking about how he could've prevented this, he felt miserable just thinking about it…

“I also reassociated her to a new job setting.”

“Why?!”

“That’s classified information-“

“Answer me! WHY!?!”

“Because she got in trouble because of you, she got hurt because of you, if you didn’t come sooner she would’ve been dead in your arms Miguel!!”

He didn’t know what to say, he felt trapped, this feeling of lose came crawling back, it was eating him up again, losing his wife, his little Gabriella and now you… fuck he didn’t even know these feelings exist until now, there was always a soft tug in his heart to actually talk to you before but couldn’t, because he couldn’t lose anyone else, but now truth is here, he can’t protect anyone, he just breaks knots and break promises…

“Miguel… I’m trying-“

“Leave—“

“Mig-“

“LEAVE!—“

Lyla just quickly glitched away, leaving Miguel alone in his bedroom with light beeps coming off the heart monitor on his left. He looked at his hands and saw the small tubes pumping out the bad stuff in his body and some others pumping liquid to take away the drugs.

‘It’s all your fault’, was repeating in his migraine of a head, so… he pulled out the tubes and his nasal cannula and laidback, he heard the heart monitor beeped singly, some of drugs were still in his system so it was hard to breathe lying down, his breathing was hurting again, stringed each breath he took.

He slowly started to see black dots slowly blocking his vision…

Until he saw a frantic Lyla, he couldn’t hear her…

—- time skip —

It was the next day when Miguel woke up again, he felt depressed that he woke up, he moved his eyes and saw Peter b. On his left, with little mayday laying on Miguel’s stomach.

“Hey you woke up!”

Miguel didn’t answer a just looked at mayday, “so Lyla told me to check up on you because you-

“Suicide I get-“

“Miguel, man, you haven’t been like this since…”

“Gabriella.”

“Yeah…”

“…”

There was a small silence until mayday, crawled close to Miguel's shoulder, and stared at him with gentle curiosity, which made Miguel feel miserable. Mayday made a worried small whine, but Miguel looked away from her. Mayday was about to tear up until Peter spoke up.

“Miguel… please tell me what’s wrong. I’m all ears…”

“How’s— (Y/n)…”

“I- Miguel I can’t-“

“You too!” Miguel looked back, “why can’t I see her, why can’t I talk to her!”

“Because I can’t say-“

“WHY- is she dying, do I have a restriction from seeing her— Cono— damn it- don’t tell me she’s pregnant-“

“Miguel! She’s fine! You just can’t see her…”

Little Mayday looked back at Miguel then back at her father with anger in her eyes.

“Mayday you- god…”

“Peter why can’t I see her”

“Because when you came back, your last location on your gadget was your place…”

“Wha-“

“Everyone thinks you hurt and…”

“I didn’t lay a finger on her, Peter! It was Olivia Octavius!”

Peter made a tiny portal so mayday went back in her crib and closed it.

“She was there but she drugged you and trapped you and (Y/n) in a concrete room together…”

“I didn’t do it- you have to believe me—“

“I can’t Miguel, there’s footage of you reaping her, Miguel!”

“Its-“

“Miguel O’Hara! You rape her…”

“I—“

“Your a fucking monster, Miguel, I rather be miles away from you right now but can’t; you know why, because I have to keep an eye on you, because Lyla gave me orders to keep an eye out.

Miguel felt empty, felt like the whole world stopped and he in some fucked up dream or reality that’s crushing him ahole, he- no maybe he did… maybe he did caused this to you… maybe he is what Peter said he is…

“Pete— I’m sorry—“

“…”

“You know— it wasn’t me— it- it— was the meds—“

Miguel trying to stop his quivering. His eyes stings from his tears.

“Peter—“

“Miguel- *sigh* I'm going to get you some food…”

Miguel was silent and didn’t respond, but Peter was already starting to make food.

“It— wasn’t me—“

—- time skip (2 weeks later) —-

(Y/n)’s POV

(Y/n) woke up and felt relaxed to be home, well at a hospital bed, but at least your home, she looked around and saw miles sleeping, then she quickly moved the covers and saw her legs and ankle was fully healed, she looked at her shoulder and it was also healed, ‘heh spider society and there amazing medics.’ Well we can thank Miguel for that.

Speaking of Miguel, I wonder if he’s ok… after everything that happened, I… I’m worried about him… even when he was reassuring me that I was going to be ok… even when doc ock… (Y/n) shook her head, she looked to her right and saw her phone and picked it up, then scrolled through her contacts and saw Miguel's number.

And call him

‘Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz’

‘Zzzzz zzz-‘

“Hello—“

(Y/n) heard his voice, he sounded tired and drained, drowsy even.

“Miguel. How’s-“

“(Y/n)— is- *hic* is— that you…”

‘Is he drinking?’

“Miguel, what happened?”

Miguel coughed and gasped for air for a second, “everything- ngggghhh *hic* fine—“

“Miguel? Where’s Lyla…”

He sighed with some frustration. “I put her off-“

“I-“ you looked up the date, where the calendar was, you were out for two weeks. “How long-“

“Why— you wanna know *hic* so bad—“

“Because- sorry I'm just worried why you are alone, that’s all…”

“Cono— (Y/n)— *sniff* im sorry—“

“Miguel-“

“Why you- even called monster like me— *hic* anyway…”

“Mig-“

‘Beep beep beep…’

She brought the phone out of her ear and almost checked contacts again before she saw 15 unread messages from Miguel.

You looked horrified at the messages you just saw, you looked at miles and he was still fast asleep, you quietly got your clothes on and walked out of the door…

— time skip—

While the elevator went up everything felt silent, even when you turned around and checked the view of the hall, the big screens plastered Miguel and you fell out of a portal…

You sighed, when the elevator became dark and the door behind you opened, you walked through the opened door and went through the end of the hall and knocked on the metal door.

It was silent until the door opened and the smell of heavy alcohol went through your nose, the smell of sadness went through your veins, you looked on the hovering floor and Miguel was nowhere to be found, then she lower her head to a large couch and there lay Miguel on his back, he was wearing gray sweatpants with a plain black jacket, his body slightly twitches from his hiccups. (Y/n) rushed over and tried to lift him a little to make him sit in a sitting position.

“No—“ Miguel whines

“Why didn’t you sleep on your side, you could’ve-“

“Drowned— *hic* why- you care—“

“Miguel why- god what happened between the 2 weeks that passed…”

Miguel didn’t answer, “Miguel, what happened.”

“I—“

He paused for a second, then sat up quickly, “Miguel you gonna puke if you sit up that fast.”

“Leave— *hic* please—“

“Miguel what the hell happened!” Your tone was furious.

“Leave-“ he gagged a little, which made you panicked so you got up rushing for a small trash can in the bathroom, and rushed it to Miguel, right when he got the trash bucket he hauled in it, while he was throwing up, you noticed his his weight has lowered, he has bags under his eyes and when you looked back at the coffee table, there was 4 bottles of whiskey on it.

“How long have they been sitting there…”

“…”

Miguel's computer spoke up suddenly instead of Lyla.

“THOSE BOTTLES BEEN SITTING THERE FOR APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS AGO, MIGUEL O’HARA AKA SPIDER MAN 2099 WEIGHT HAS RAPIDLY DECREASED OVER THE PASS TWO WEEKS; USE TO WEIGHT 310 IBS, NOW WEIGHT, 265 IBS, HE LOSE 45 POUNDS OVER THE PASS 2 WEEKS.”

then the computer shut off again. Miguel put the trash can down, and took one of the whiskey bottles then took a small sip of cherry whiskey to get the awful taste in his mouth. Then replaced it back.

“Miguel…”

“…”

“Miguel-“

“Why— do you care about a monster like me—“

“Because you saved me Mig.”

“*hic* I raped you, don’t you understand that—“

“Mig-“

“I hurt you— I—“

Suddenly his eyes turned red and his claws showed, his left arm was on the sofa’s back and the right was around his stomach region, he moved his right to his throat, the tip of his fingers were sharp, his left hand started to dig in the back cushion.

“Mig- don’t—“

“Don’t what, (Y/n), I’m a monster—“

“And things like me are not supposed to love or care— *hic* “they only hurt or kill people they protect—“

“They deserve to-“

Suddenly you move his arm and rush in his arms and hug him. “You're wrong— just stop-!”

“(Y/n)-“

“Stop talking— please…”

Miguel’s claws disappeared and his eyes went to his normal eye color and hugged back. It was silent for a couple minutes until…

*sniff*

Miguel cried on your shoulder, his body quivered, and hugged you a little tighter. You both hugged for 30 minutes until you spoke up.

“You didn’t do anything to me, Miguel, you made me feel safe, like I wasn’t trapped, like I know I’m going to be ok even after all this fucked up things that happen to me and you…”

“..”

“You're a very handsome and kind man to be around, even when I was your assistant, you were always so protective around me.”

Miguel lightly chuckled.

“And Mr O’hara, i-“

Miguel moved his face and gave a slightly sloppy kiss on your cheek.

Which surprised you.

“Just call me Miguel, mi Bella chica, te necesito… (my beautiful girl, I need you)

“Querida… (darling)”

You moved in and kiss him, his mouth and tongue taste like sweet cherry whiskey, you sat on his lap and hugged him close, each time you curled your tough in his mouth, he moaned slightly, but sometimes his body jumps from his hiccups, his moans slightly groans, you let go for a sec to get some air but to also check up on him.

“Mmmhhh— *hic*” he groaned afterwards.

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s starting to- *hic*” he squeezed his eyes in pain.

“We can stop if ya-“

“No—“ Miguel whine’s and slowly grabs your hips closer to his lap.

“Ok, sweet thing…”

And you started to make out with him again, but you wanted more of him, so you let go between his moans and with his cute confused face, he was about ask why you stop but you started to take your shirt off and you were in your bra, Miguel was surprised, but then he got worried, when you started with you pants, he stopped you, and you looked back at him confused.

“Are you sure about- *hic* this?”

“Miguel I trust you, I feel safe when I’m around you. So. I want you to be my first- well second- but we don’t count that-“

“Ok, mi amor…”

Miguel let go of you and you started to unbutton your pants, and pulled them off, you then looked at him, he was laying on the sofa, waiting for you even when his body slightly shakes from painful hiccups, you removed your panties and moved his sweats and boxers.

His dick was slightly erect, but she can fix that, “Miguel~”

Miguel looked back at you, “hmmm?”

“Rule 1, you can’t touch me, if you do, I won’t make you have a good time~”

“Are there others?”

“Rule 2 final, I’ll tell you when to cum~”

“(Y/n)~ darling~”

Before he could say anything else, (Y/n) put her clit on the tip of his dick, and started rubbing back and forth, playing or toying with him, he was starting to leak pre-cum, Miguel almost touched you but then moved his hands on the sofa.

“Amor-“

She grabbed his dick and put it in her hole, she moaned quietly but it was heavenly in Miguel’s ears, his claws were back and they were digging into the sofa, he was trying so hard not to touch her delicious hips, she put both her hands on his chest, “relax sweetheart, your so stiff~” he was slowly trying to relax until you went up and down rapidly in smooth motion, you quivered each second you slammed his dick, Miguel moan with pleasure each time you ram him.

“Miguel~”

Yes—“

Before he can speak again you suddenly stopped.

“Miguel~”

“Hmmm~”

“Are you a good boy~”

Miguel redden up, “sweet-“

Before he could say anything, you went in circles while slowly going up and down with your tight pussy…

Miguel gasp, then moaned

“Are you a good boy, Miggy~”

“I—“

She suddenly went forward while he was inside of her. His dick was painfully hard.

“Are you~ Miggy~”

“Yes—“ he lightly whines

“Louder Miggy~”

“Yes!-“

She squeezed her pussy down, which gave him a small groan, “louder~~”

Yes—! I’m *hic* a good boy— please- can I~”

“Yes~”

He couldn’t hold it, he let go of the sofa and slightly dug his claws into your hips, your tight pussy was filled with cum, which you whine with pressure, he rolled his head back and looked back at you and thrust up, which made you moan louder which was music to his ears. (Y/n) lowers her chest to Miguel’s, and kiss him again

Between more soft kisses was “i love you’s” and “I adore you’s”…

—- time skip (till morning) —

Miguel woke up first and saw you in his arms… he remembered everything that happened last night. The kissing, the gentle sweet sex to a more lustful…

“Miguel?”

“Sorry that I woke you, sweet amor…”

“It’s ok, love…”

They were silent for a bit, until…

“I’ll always be by your side mig…”

“…”

“Don’t forget that…”

“I won't, my sweet querido….”

[mintmoth]

What if kalim turned into a otter what will Jamil do?

So I could have very well drawn a goofy thing- but I'm not too great at drawing animals and my brain focused far more on Jamil's initial reaction to seeing Kalim as an otter and less him actively taking care of him (let's be real you know it's just going to be Jamil trying to study/work on anything while otter Kalim is running around in the background causing chaos)

BUT I ended up writing a little thing HA so I'm gonna throw that under a read more in case anyone wants to read since I'm trying to get back into writing occassionaly

"How does something as-" Jamil hesitated, mentally biting his tongue to remain composed in front of a professor, "How does something like this happen on accident?" There was clearly strain to his voice, the words hissing out in annoyance despite the best of his restraint to refrain from doing so.

Crewel responded with a heavy sigh, matching Jamil's attitude with his own furrowed brow and mild scowl. "It happens, when one- or should I say, two highly untrained pups, mess up far beyond their means."

Silver was unable to meet their gazes as the two spoke, head hanging in shame as he gave a small frown to the small otter he was holding in his arms. "I'm not sure what went wrong." His voice was soft but heavy with regret. "This isn't even close to what we were supposed to be making."

Another sigh left their instructor. "Obviously. Yet somehow here we are." A beat passed and the air changed, the man switching back into his more professional demeanor. "There's nothing any of us can do as of right now. He should be more then fine by sometime tonight- something you two can thank your incompetence for, for once." Another soft apology left Silver as Crewel once again set his attention upon Jamil. "I assume you have no complaint in regards to keeping an eye on him?"

Jamil felt his soul wither out of his body. Of course. Kalim fucks up in class and gets turned into an animal and it's on his shoulders to look after him. Outwardly his eye made the smallest twitch but otherwise showed no emotion towards the situation aside from a perfectly practiced polite smile. "Of course. He's already in my care so it shouldn't be too different then normal." Ah, perhaps that was a little too rude.

Nonetheless he found himself being handed the strange creature- er Kalim, he supposed. It was hard to think of the animal as him, if Jamil was being honest. At least until it was settled within his arms, looking up at him with big shining eyes and an almost smile upon its small face. Okay yeah this was Kalim alright. "Though I should ask- is he more animal then human or..?"

"He may behave instinctively, but rest assured he has still retained his human consciousness." Crewel spoke matter of factly, his response earning a small sigh of relief from Silver. "So he should understand me perfectly when I tell both of you that there will be many make up lessons for this little slip up." As if on queue the otter within Jamil's arms stopped staring up at him and whipped around to squeak in horror as Silver let out his own small sound of terror.

It was all Jamil could do to not roll his eyes. No doubt he would find himself helping with those as well. "I suppose we should get out of your hair then." In all honesty Jamil was less than eager to spend the rest of his night tending to this mess, but did find himself drawn to the idea that he might be able to work things in his favor to be quieter then an average night. Already Kalim seemed far less loud as it were.

With a few more apologies and sighs of annoyance the conversation wrapped up proper, Crewel shooing the three from his office and bidding them a final good evening. From there it wasn't hard for Jamil to shake off Silver, assuring him that care for Kalim was covered, yes he understood that it was an accident, and the briefest mentioning of Malleus before he was finally set back on his path to the familiar halls of Scarabia.

Thankfully the small otter within his arms wasn't putting up any of a fight, far too preoccupied with batting at the small metal pieces within Jamil's hair to care about much else happening in the world. Jamil gave yet another glance down to the creature as he entered the hall of mirrors only to see that Kalim was now chewing on one of the bells in his hair. He freely gave this action a scowl.

Where in the hell was he going to put him? The fountain outside might be fun for Kalim and would surely keep him quite occupied, but wouldn't be suitable for the entire night until he changed back. The same went for Kalim's own room, the large open windows to the balcony giving him far too much access to allow his temporary animal brain to take over and send him running. Jamil set foot through the mirror and felt the familiar push of magic wash over him, like breaking through the surface tension of water as the sensation rippled across his body, leaving the coiling heat of Scarabia in its wake.

He gave another glance down, the softest twinge of pain rocking in his chest as he thought about the terrible fate of having a human's consciousness bound to an animal form, no way to properly communicate with others or to pry yourself away from unfamiliar base instincts. It was an awful way to be trapped. Thank everything this was temporary.

Kalim ceased his incessant biting of the tiny bell to look up at Jamil with curiosity, giving the other a small concerned tilt of his head as he saw the look that had carved its way across Jamil's features. The softest squeak left him as he moved to rest a tiny paw against the other boy's cheek.

Jamil pulled back instantly, now wearing a scowl. UGH. The disgustingly familiar act of pity. After another squeak pierced over the sound of Jamil's hurried footsteps he was finally ripped away from his inner monologue. "You're too vulnerable like this, and far too susceptible to-" once again Jamil felt a tug at the bells in his hair. "My point exactly. So you'll have to spend the night in my room. For your own good."

As the small otter that was Kalim cried out in what was clearly pure excitement Jamil did his best to keep ahold of the now thrashing creature. "IT'S NOT A SLEEPOVER. NOW CALM DOWN."

[ichinisankaku]

Backstage Translation - Sharing Out Cuteness (Part 2)

Sakuya: Muku-kun, have you had this chocolate before? Looks like it's being sold at a nearby supermarket for a limited time next week.

Muku: Ah! That truffle's from a brand that's super popular online. You can't order it, so I thought I wouldn't be able to eat it.

Sakuya: Let's go check it out together, then!

Muku: Yeah!

Homare: Ooh, here you two are!

Sakuya: Homare-san?

Muku: What is it?

Homare: Right. I have a present for you two.

Muku & Sakuya: These tea bags are…!

Homare: They're the rabbit ones you showed me the other day. I happened upon them at a supermarket just earlier.

As you said, Sakuya-kun, there are animals other than rabbits, and so I bought a whole variety of them. I'll give these ones to you.

Sakuya: Thank you very much, I'm so happy!

Muku: Let's drink them right away! I'll boil the water.

Sakuya: I'll prepare the cups, then.

Homare: …

Homare: Fu fu fu…

Hisoka: …You're in a good mood.

Homare: Ooh, you're here, Hisoka-kun!

You see, Sakuya-kun and Muku-kun were very pleased with the animal tea bags I gifted them.

Their happiness made buying them worth it. I know! I shall give one to you as well, Hisoka-kun!

Hisoka: …Marshmallows'd be better.

Homare: Hmm… for you, perhaps a cat rather than a rabbit? Or maybe a penguin…?

Hisoka: …You're not listening.

Izumi: …Phew.

(Shouldn't be too long now until these documents are done… wait, it's that late already?)

(Well, I'll keep going until I reach a good stopping point anyway.)

*door opens*

Homare: Oh my, I was wondering who it was. If it isn't Director-kun.

Izumi: Homare-san! So you're still awake.

Homare: Indeed. I was making good progress on my writing, and before I knew it, night had befallen us.

Izumi: It's hard to stop when you're on a roll, isn't it.

Homare: Are you working as well?

Izumi: Yeah. I plan on going for a bit longer.

Homare: Wonderful timing, then. I was about to brew some tea, would you care for some as well?

Izumi: Oh, I'd love some!

Homare: Thank you for waiting.

Izumi: Wow, cute! It looks like the rabbit's soaking in a bathtub!

Homare: Doesn't it just? Sakuya-kun and Muku-kun told me about them.

Izumi: Seems like the type of thing those two would like. It smells lovely too, just looking at it is soothing.

Homare: I shall gift you some too. They're a good companion for work.

Option 1: I'll take you up on that

Izumi: I'll take you up on that, then.

Homare: For you, maybe a cat, or a dog… no, you should have both of them.

Izumi: I can have two?

Homare: Of course. After all, it was thanks to you that I came upon them at all.

Izumi: It was?

Homare: They were at the supermarket we stopped by during the day.

Izumi: Oh, it was then! I noticed you bought some stuff, but I didn't think they would be this cute.

Option 2: I'd feel bad

Izumi: I'd feel bad, though.

It'd be better to give these to Sakuya-kun and Muku-kun…

Homare: No need to worry about that. They were the first ones I gifted these to. Therefore, you can accept them without restraint.

Izumi: You're sure? In that case… I'll take these.

Izumi: Thank you very much. I'll use them when I want to feel relaxed.

Sakyo: …

Izumi: Sa-Sakyo-san, do you think it's maybe time to take a break?

Sakyo: …Good call.

Homare: If you're taking a breather, you should try one of these tea bags!

Sakyo: Excuse me?

Homare: For you… I know. This lion one is rather good, isn't it?

Or perhaps your preference lies with this herbal tea penguin?

Itaru: …Homare-san's been handing out a lot of those recently, hasn't he? I got some too.

Hisoka: …He said he went to buy more just to hand them out.

Izumi: Everyone's pleased with them, so I think it's great.

Yuki: Well, it's not like it's an issue to get tea bags.

Tsuzuru: Even so, Arisugawa-san butting in when Furuichi-san looks like THAT is… pretty amazing.

Taichi: When Sakyo-nii's irritated from the numbers not adding up, I can't talk to him! Not at all!

Hisoka: …Alice doesn't know fear.

Part 1

[burstingwithbellies]

You've had this job at a fast food restaurant for about a year. You've outgrown several uniforms but you don't care. The free meals are too good to pass up. After enough complaints from both staff and customers about your belly getting in the way, your manager calls you to his office.

Inside you find his desk filled with various items from the menu. His hand rests on your massive belly, prompting a kick from inside. "You've done a great job making my babies grow big" he says as you immediately start to dig in. "Maybe you should quit being a part time employee and become a full time baby factory."

(2) (3) (4)

I pause in my feeding, surprisingly showing a small level of restraint. “Oh yeah? What are the hours? What is the pay like?” I joke.

One of the many complaints that I would get in your restaurant was that I held up on delivering orders. It was because of my belly, of course; it slowed me down and it was hard maneuvering myself through the tight, tight, tight aisles between each table and…

The food would sometimes be eaten by me. And the cooks would have to do over the orders. Sometimes, more than once with the same order.

My cravings had a strong hold over me. The fastest I had ever moved in months was this time around when I saw the overspread on your desk. I didn’t waste any seconds; I went into that meal like it was nobody’s business. I knew that that meal was all for me. I didn’t ask, I didn’t announce that I was going to go in, I didn’t acknowledge what a huge spread it was that you prepared for me or really acknowledge you.

The only thing bigger than my belly was my eyes. My appetite was so controlling; so mind-numbing that I didn’t notice some of the words you said to me or notice that you really touched me. Not that I minded; this belly was yours.

But just like how I was with food was how you were my belly and the rest of my body. We both wanted more.

“I just might get too big for you to even handle,” I say before chomping down on a triple-decker burger and moaning into it. “Really thinking of filling this already big fat, taut belly with more bustling babies?”

[dynamitedemonlord999]

In The Sea With A True Beauty

So basically a mermaid/merman fanfiction because I can't get my head out of my ass about this. Not gonna lie I wrote 21 pages within two days because of how OBSESSED I get when it comes to writing.

This is not my first fanfiction, (*cough* 17th or more..). Yet I decided for some dumbassed reason to share this with the public. … I don’t know what got into my head honestly but you all can suck it and go someplace else if you don’t like it idgaf. 

There’s two versions of this. Both were based on the same idea except I came up with another idea which was too good to let go. 

So without further ado for you thirsty fanfiction readers- here's a story about water, but not the kind you wanna drink (Unless Bakugou was in it cause then I’ma chug that shiz XD)

Chapter 1:

This, Katsuki could not believe. Everything was black as memories flashed on his mind. There was a hydroelectric factory on a beach shore which was infiltrated by a rather annoying gang. Deku and Icy Hot of course were going to investigate the scene, but as usual Katsuki had gotten there before the other proheroes. Eager to prove he was better than some extras he went to school with a few years back.

Grunting as he felt his head ringing, more and more memories seeped in his already wet head. Sure enough there was a group of young criminals who were trying to create a bomb from the various chemicals stored within the factory. From what evidence his agency had gathered they had wanted to cause major havoc for the ocean life. Their quite stupid (his thoughts) reason for doing so was that someone's mother (Most likely the leader’s) was killed during some sort of freak accident because someone wasn’t doing their job right. Followed by a pretty hefty lawsuit and yadayadayada Katsuki really didn’t care too much of it all, but what he did know was the date, location, time, and the troublemakers and their scheme. What he didn’t realize is one of their teammates had an interesting water quirk which allowed him to lessen the strength of a liquid. For example if he were to hold his hand out to a bottle with sea water in it, it would turn to fresh water with some salt and other substances separated. To Katsuki’s surprise, really the whole plan was an ambush to take him off the board completely. His place as the tied number one pro hero was pretty well known, especially with his ego for saying nobody else could take him down. All his boasts had truly inspired people who had fallen to their lowest, who had nothing better to do besides maybe taking out some innocent lives to show the world how badly they hurt before they took their own lives. Which is exactly what motivated this group to take out the big number one. Katsuki had saved so many and was a symbol for drive, hard work, and dedication under his rough exterior. Knowing he would come if they taunted him enough, they decided to ambush the hero once he crawled into their snake hole. Sadly, the prohero was too blinded by his ego and pride all the while too filled with confidence that he didn’t care to call for backup or help. Not even from his best friend who shared his same agency. Leaving the prohero all alone as he ran to the scene of crime.

Katsuki’s head was dizzy and filled with muddled thoughts as he tried to fight off his restraints. “I take great pleasure in seeing that-“ The gang’s asshole of a boss chuckled as he leaned in towards Katsuki’s face. The prohero felt his nose burn from the smell of burning tobacco coming from the other male’s mouth. “That this, is how you die.” Katsuki gave the man the dirtiest glare as blood dripped from the top of his forehead. Growling in anger Katsuki lunged towards the leader, however his men quickly grabbed the prohero and began to drag him away. Yelling muffled and angrily he fought to get his chained restraints off. But to no avail as his threats were muffled by the gag. Suddenly he heard a large splash bellow him, followed by the sounds of chains rattling ferociously as they dragged across the wooden deck. Katsuki stumbled as the men let go of hun, practically shoving him or trying to. Then turning and walking away from him, giving up due to their fraction of strength compared to his own. Katsuki, breathing heavily in furious anger, shot towards the boss who simply stood in front of him, amusement written on his crummy face. Suddenly, what felt like a wall had hit Katsuk as he felt his legs be ripped from under him. The bonde’s body slammed onto the wood of the deck with a loud ‘OOF!’, knocking his wind out of him. “MPH!” He grunted as he was being dragged away, before Katsuki knew, it he was falling off the dock and was in mid air. Hearing a gurgling cackle erupt from the gang’s leader. The blonde felt his skin growing on edge while he was in the air, as he wasn’t able to use his quirk through the quirk cancellation cuffs they had stolen. The weight attached to his ankle was dragging him down. Katsuki’s nose struggled to catch even a glimpse of air as he felt as though he slammed into concrete, a loud splash erupted around him as his vision was filled with bubbles. The salt water stung as it invaded his sinuses and eyes, the feeling of fire forced it’s way through his body, but towards his brain and down his throat. Katsuki screamed as his blood boiled as hot as the seeming fire.  

Struggling Katsuki thrashed around in the water. ‘I’M NOT GONNA DIE TO THE LIKES OF THOSE FUCKTARDS!’ He screamed in his head as he kept fighting, wiggling and trying to createme space between him and the chains wrapped around his body. ‘NO ONE’S HERE TO SAVE YOU! SO DON’T YOU GIVE UP KATSUKI!’ Memories of the sludge monster crawled into his mind. ‘Nobody was there for you! Only you!’ He kept fighting his restraints as images of the lov dragging him away during the attack at his school’s summer camp. ‘I won’t- I CANT!’ He felt his lungs about to explode as his head was growing light and starting to black out. The chains which wrapped around his body were so tight they felt as though they were squeezing the life out of him. Katsuki’s eyes fluttered as couldn’t get his hands out of the damned quirk cuffs. All the while he wouldn’t stop moving, struggling, the sense of hope and knowledge he could get out if he was truly committed keeping his head focused on the task at hand. The blonde kept taking looks upwards at the surface which was 10 meters away, he refused to admit he was currently I sitting in a watery grave. However he coukdnt deny that he felt himself panic to the point where he didn’t feel the pain of the oxygen within his body disappearing. 

Katsuki saw the sun’s waving image above his head, his blonde hair shining almost as brightly. Katsuki felt himself breathe- causing him to scream and throw his head back ‘NO! IM NOT GIVING UP! IM NOT GONNA DIE LIKE THIS!’. If it wasn’t for the salt water, he would have felt tears coming from his eyes as the hopeless truth was weighing heavy on his body like the water filling his lungs. Katsuki swallowed as he fought and squirmed, but to no avail. Suddenly, as if a wave of someone’s hand. He felt his body ease from the tension ever so slightly, darkness came across and filled his vision. His crimson eyes lost their light as his eyelids closed lightly, his body spasmed before relaxing completely. The last bubbles of usable air left his nose. 

.

.

.

You were swimming slowly, peacefully, drifting along a current as you grinned to yourself. It was a beautiful time to go in the water. Your hair swayed around you, like a large main of a creature you saw on one of the screens on a building. ‘A- lion was it?’ You thought to yourself, shrugging as you didn’t much care you continued along your way until something different was about the water, it tasted strangely sweet and burning? Now that you thought about it, there were dark clouds above the water. But as you stopped your swim you saw a strange, pale liquid. Blinking you poked it with your webbed and clawed hands ‘What is that?’, it seemed to not dissolve in the water around you, leaning closer you put out your tounge warily. As you tasted it you realized it was the strange taste as it was sweet yet burnt. You then smelled it and accidentally inhaled it. The strong scent of caramel filled your nose, causing you to sneeze. You had never sensed a smell like that, but there was a whole trail coming from somewhere. Quickly but cautiously you swam towards the source. However as you came around large rocks which peaked out of the water. You froze, there was a sight you hadn’t seen before causing your heart to jump into your throat.

A man, who was chained to a large metallic box which sunk into the sand deeper as each minute went by. Looking back up your eyes widened. It was the man who was always growling at everyone and caused fire followed by large dark clouds from his hands. Everyone would scream happily when they saw him. As you knew due to hearing all about him on those large building screens. ‘What is he doing down here? Humans can’t breathe under here for very long-‘. Biting back your curiosity as you instead felt worry.

Quickly you swam with your powerful (f/c) tail. Reaching the male you saw his skin was turning blue, your eyes widened as  you reached to his head, resting your webbed hand onto his soft scalp you gently opened his eye. His red eye twitched slightly as it rolled towards the back of his skull. ‘He’s still alive!’ You thought, staring at him you knew what you had to do in order to save him. 

Pulling away you looked down at his thick neck, licking your lips you pulled the unconscious man towards yourself. Dropping your level you opened your mouth, showing your shark like teeth and fangs, you ripped your sticky and rough tounge on his soft, meaty, flesh. Before fully pulling him towards yourself as you proceeded to bite him. As you but him, your eyes closed, focusing on the strong magic within your own being and pushing it into him. Similar to a snake injecting venom, as you pulled away to look at your work you saw some blue liquid saliva strain after your mouth. With your thumb, you carefully rubbed it into his neck where you saw his skin speerating into 5 long scratches which stretched and continued to change. Quickly you did the same to his other side, as you rubbed and studied the other side of your current work, you turned your gaze back to the side of his other neck. Small scales had developed over protectively on his new gills. You watched as the pair began to slowly work, grinning toothily at what you had done you moves back up to his face, ripping off whatever was in his mouth easily you watched as more bubbles came from his mouth. Your eyes trailed down to his now deepening blue lips- snapping out of your head you quickly swam behind him. You wrapped your strong arms under him. Knowing that due to him being human and how humans worked- for the most part. His blood was filled with useless oxygen. Meaning the water which filled his lungs were no help. Pulling his body flush against your body you braces yourself as you were going to find out if it was silly or not wether to pump out bad water… in water.

Quickly, with all your might you yoinked the male into your self, before proceeding to do it again, again, and again. The male made out gagging noises as the water moved through his gills, forcing new oxygenized water into his already filled lungs. As you were moving him into you it reminded you of that dog you saw that was jumping in a the back of a woman at the beach. One of the humans screamed and began making annoyingly loud and obnoxious noises before ripping the dog off as it was moving its hips in an always but assumingely powerful way.

Katsuki felt as though he was being ripped away from the darkness. He was coughing something up until finally- “GAHHH!” He gasped, he coughed up something but don’t feel it do much besides clearing up his vision. He heard a strange grudging noise and felt something slamming into him from the back, making him cough up more. Before he could fully register what happened the thing pulled him back once more. Groaning Katsuki used the last of his strength to yell “STOP!” But to no avail as he already felt his lunch exit his system. It felt- rather strange as he felt something else moving into his body. The male took deep, exhausted breaths as his brain rolled in his head. Suddenly he felt something getting blown into him, “G-g-GAahHA!” He yiped as the feeling of his lungs suddenly expanded. He gaped and gasped as he inhaled more clearly, feeling his body achingly come back to life. His breathing regulated as the person behind him assuminglu let go of him. Blinking he couldn’t quite see as his vision was rather blurry. Looking around he jumped slightly as he saw a shade of (h/c) come into view. Followed by half of a even more burred face. He felt someone’s hands cup his face. “What are you-“ He grunted tiredly as felt himself shiver, feeling the coldness and roughness feelings of the person’s skin. He then felt the person close his eye “Oi, don’t touch me-“ He tried to say but it came out as strange gurgles. Suddenly he was pulled towards the person and felt a strange slimy thing move over his eye. “EWW WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” He shouted through many bubbles which were coming from his own mouth. However the person didn’t listen as they rubbed their finger over his eye. Blinking furiously he opened his right eye as he felt a strange tingling notion, but he felt himself gasped yet again. He saw as clear as daylight- or whatever was shining through the strange blue abyss he was in. Suddenly he felt the same thing happen to his other eye. Not even getting a good look at what we idiot decided to help him. “Oí, I-if you don’t get off me then I’m gonn-“ his good eye trailed towards the person but saw instead a long, shiny, (f/c) tail. He found the words leave his brain as the person pulled away. Hesitantly he opened his other eye and jumped. In his now perfect sight, he saw you. Your face staring at him, studying him, worry written on your expressions, you tilted his head and ignored his shouted as he felt you inspect something on his neck. You then lifted his eyelids open and checked his eyes. “HEY! Get off me!” The noises coming from his mouth made you scrunch your face in confusion and you slightly pulled away. 

You weren’t sure if the blonde with a coral looking head was happy and trying to thank you- or if he was scared. ‘Well- of course he would be scared. I mean he did almost die and I saved him!’ You reasoned with yourself. ‘So he must feel overwhelmed because he’s trapped and came back to life- awww poor pup.’ Your eyebrows furrowed as your lips pouted, feeling bad for the man who was still making strange but bubbling noises, so knowing what humans did to their pets or their own pups you leaned closer... 

“.. I DIDN'T NEED YOUR HELP I WAS JUST FINE SO DON'T YOU DARE THINK YOU CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME YOU-“ Katsuki’s mouth stopped moving upon feeling your arms wrap around him. He blinked as you put your head against his, he felt something large swirl and wrap around his legs, hearing the chain which had captured him clink to something touching it. He heard a strange purring vibrate on his chest and into his own ears- or was it him shaking due to how cold the person was? His chin quivered as you ‘stood’ there, hugging him for goodness knows how long.

Thinking your idea worked you pulled back and as humans would say- put the cherry on top by giving the now breathing human a quick kiss on his nose. Pulling back you smiled brightly at him. Your mouth moved the widest it had ever been in your entirety as you felt it stretch. The blonde’s eyes was so big and wide you thought they would pop out. Blinking you looked to the side and then waved your hand in the front of his face. Like magic he was back at making strange gurgling noises, his face was a bright red. You looked at him confused ‘Is- this him thanking me?’. You watched as he moved violently away from you, then it clicked as the chains did. “OH!” You dove downwards and heard the human’s noises surpassingly grow louder. 

You studied the chains as they were wielded to the bottom of the rock that was sinking farther into the sand. Your brows furrowed as sand shouldn’t act like that, you moved the sand away. You saw a strange looking rock which reminded you of another yet smaller rock that you would play with when you were young. You found it fun as you would hold it in your palm and easily crush it into dust. The human was still shouting up a storm as he glared downwards at you. You rollled your eyes as you watched the chains he was attatchef to move like an earthquake almost. However you jumped as the weight suddenly jolt downwards, moaning out a cracking noise which echoed away from you. Your eyes widened and your heart dropped. Turning your head and looking to the side, seeing only deep blue sea but there was a drop off. The cliff- like top the human was trapped on was a hollowed in surface- meaning…

If he kept thrashing around and moving, he would be un-intentionally moving the sinking object. Him drowning wouldn’t be his death, it would be the floor under him collapsing. Hearing more cracks under the sand, you zoomed up. 

Katsuki’s kept trying to break free as he was sick of seeing you move around him. “GRAHH!” He shouted muffled by the water as he needed to get back to land and stop that damn gang before Icy hit and that damned Deku got bragging rights against him. Suddenly you, the strange female popped up. You shook your head and had your arms raised. “I shut the hell up! I’m getting out of here!” He shouted annoyedly “And I don’t need your help so just go to he-“ he let out a yelp as he suddenly was jolted down. “What the?” He looked down and heard frantic clicking and siren noises. He saw your mouth moving as if you were trying to tell him something. However the pro’s instincts told him if he didn’t get out of this mess soon something worse would happen. As if anything was worse than drowning and dreaming of a weirdo like you in whatever bottom of hell he was trapped in.

You watched as the human ignored you with his eyes closed and began to jerk himself harder, wiggling like an eel or snake as he tried to get free. “NO STOP!” You tried to say- however there was a large moan and breaking noise. The blonde’s now serpent looking eyes turned to small slits. He looked down as puffs of sand was shot into the air, growing closer and closer. You’re heart stopped beating, as if in slow motion the both of you turned to each other. For once, you saw the human’s eyes not look strange or angry. Instead, his eyes were wide with panic and helplessness, his pupils were so large it reminded you of a deal begging you for the fish you caught a while back. A loud crack broke the scilence between the two of you. 

The whole ocean seemed to be shaking. Then, everything began to crumble and sink inwards. Your head shot downwards as you saw the huge weight break through the floor and penetrated downwards. You quickly shot down and grabbed the human’s torso. “What are you doing?! Get out of here!” He shouted, that much you could understand. You grunted and felt panic ripple down your scaled arms. You held into him for dear life but the both of you were sinking now. You grunted and growled in dismay as you let him go and grabbed the chain, you began to pull with all your might but to no avail. The sand and broken chunks of rock was dropping down onto the already heavy weight. You gasped as you felt your hand’s webbing being slightly ripped off as you held on. Your knuckles turning white as you continued to quickly sink. However your heard the chains make strange crunching noises. As you pulled you realized the chains themselves were breaking. Eyes lit up, you let go and rapidly searched for the breaking link. You had a small grin plastered onto your face as you finally found it. Your faintly (f/c) colored webbed fingers clawed at the chain. You heard it break and even felt it weakening under your powerful grip. Your veins punched out as you angled your tail and used it to help propel you upwards. Finally you heard a satisfying’Clink!’, you felt your momentum of almost a rocket send you up. You recovered however and dropped back down and grabbed the human as he was still fighting out of his restraints. As you pulled up with the hope of freedom. Your heart stopped as you felt a strong pull stop you. ‘What?’ You questioned, looking down you saw there was one more chain, the ones attatched to his legs. The blonde looked at you with more fear as it grew by the minute. “GET OUT OF HERE AND SAVE YOURSELF!” He screamed which went to waste as you couldn’t understand a damned thing that came from his mouth. As if it was a volcano of loud, scary, noises and bubbles. Y yet you could understand his urgency but no matter of the situation, you wouldn’t leave a life. Even if it was human, alone to die without doing your damned everything to save them! 

By this time your tail and his feet was below the surface, sand filling the seemingly bottom pit of the ocean. Shaking your head you glared at him which met his own. “YOURE CRAZY, GO!” He shouted, but seeing his hands behind him you saw even more of the strange liquid coming from his plans. Even some strange black clouds coming from the cracks of the box. An idea formed in your head, turning your head you looked for what you needed to do this.

“Jus- leave me alright?! It’ll be fine! But I won’t have anyone else’s deaths on my hands!” He felt shocked as suddenly you dove under him. “NO YOU IDIOT WHATRE YOU DOING?! YOURE GONNA GET YOURSELF KILLED-“ However to his surprise you came back with a larger rock in your hand. Moving behind him you held onto him and used your tail to slow his fall. With your other hand you slammed the rock into the back of his body, where his hands were trapped. As you hammered away Katsuki looked up and saw more sand coming down with more of the rocks from above following. “You better hurry up with whatever you’re doing idiot!” He barked. Finally you had it in his head you were NOT gonna leave. However the rock in your hand crumpled. You looked at him helpless until you were hit with another idea. Knowing you were crazy you held onto him and moved more to the front of him. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes as you blew many large bubbles on the metal box.

Katsuki felt the anger of his uselessness suffocatingly heavy. He barely noticed a flicker in his palm’s had. Recognizing the feeling and wasting no time, he did what he knew since he was almost a baby. A wicked smile growing on his face.

The sand and large blocks of what used to be a surface were caving downwards. Flooding the situation of the buried alive pro hero. As a few minutes went by there was a sudden and ear-plotting ‘BOOM’. Followed by a someone shooting out of the sand. Katsuki’s hands were finally free, as he shot up like a rocket with you hanging onto him. However it didn’t last forever as his momentum rapidly de-escalated. Katsuki leaned down and began working the chains off. He knew he couldn’t use his quirk any more under water as the water would take away his sweat which was ESSENTIAL for his quirk to work. However as he did he stopped as he saw your (f/c), webbed hands reach down and help him. Katsuki’s red eyes looked up and he balked, how had he not noticed? With your body in the sunlight he saw your tanned or dark skin color that was ridden in muscle. You had gills on you neck and webbed ears. As he looked at you more he felt something brush against his boots. Looking down he saw your beautiful, shining, and bright (f/c) colored tail! Shooting his head up he stared into your mixed (f/c) and (e/c) colored eyes. They were strange, they had a film over them making them shine more than any other person’s eyes he had ever seen. Your pupils were slitted like a cat’s or snake’s. He didn’t even realize he had his mouth ajar until you finally got the chains off of him. Looking up at him you grinned at him with your small shark-like teeth. Katsuki thought the water had gotten to him- but he knew his own mind, no matter what state he was I could make you up.

As soon as you freed the human you smiled happily, looking up you saw you two weren’t too far from the surface. You felt some peace as the two of you were no longer sinking into a scary unknown possible death. You held onto him as you used the last burst of energy to make you two surface as fast as possible. Before he would freak out anymore than he had. It wasn’t good to stress so badly right after he had turned. You could sense that much at least. 

As soon as you reached the top of the ocean the blonde gasped and coughed the water out of his mouth and lungs. You watched as his gills were open and flared. You turned your head as he was breathing. But he began to grunt in pain, grabbing near his neck. Your eyebrows furrowed as he gulped and gasped for air, like a fish on the shore of the beach. You scooped his head, and held him against his will, higher into the air. The human gasped and grunted in pain. His face scrunched up as he tried to pull away from your clawed grasps. He couldn’t go back into the water, his body had to re-learn how to breathe above the water with the new gills you gave him. Or he’d forever be stuck under water. You remembered the feeling. You had hated the pain so much that you decided to not do it. It had quite literally taken you YEARS to be able to stick your head above the water and actually be able to breathe.

Eventually you watched his gills close. He let out another gasp and deeply inhaled the air. FINALLY able to breathe. You let out a tired, sigh of relief. However as you looked at him you noticed how his eyes were flickering and moving all over the pace. His breathing becoming irregular as he slumped towards you. Dropping him and recovering by quickly catching him, you felt his heavy head lay on your shoulder. His breath quiet and ragged. You sighed as you knew you’d have to take care of the small human. Looking down at him only reminded you of the little pups the seals had, or a calf a mother whale would swim with. Once you had to help a poor lost calf and guide it back to its family. You moved the blonde’s longer, soft hair out of his face. You held him in one arm and had his arms around your neck. You further situated him where his head would be sure above water as he was unconscious. You then turned and looked sprung. A once large building stood bright, but it currently was covered in bright, thick, ice. Along with some smoke coming out of it. You saw there was tension there, some sort of struggle. Turning your head you knew it wouldn’t be safe for the human. So, you instead swam away where you knew he would be safe because no other humans would visit you there. With no humans meant no danger, which further meant safety for you and this human.

[neoelysium]

OtLWD: It’s Never Pleasure, It’s Always Work

A/N: Just a short story (around 1100-1200 words, last time I checked) about a pair of elite mercenaries with a very complicated relationship. Some special guests show up too! Present day, canon-wise — 2131. Considering writing a part two to this, but expect to see more of these characters in the future regardless.

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The job hadn’t been the highlight of Gen’s week; there was not an ounce of pleasure to be found in killing a couple dozen men, and prying a microchip — its contents a complete mystery to him — out of one of their cold, dead hands. Not the highlight of the week at all. He inspected the chip carefully, softly gripping it between his fingers before he pocketed it, dialing up his client.

“Hey, it’s Gen. Got your chip — okay. Yeah… I’ll meet you there in… let’s say fifteen? … Great.”

The client disconnected, prompting Gen to start hastily creeping his way through the building’s dark hallways, trying to hurry back outside to his car. Suddenly, however, he felt cold steel pressed to the back of his neck; it was a revolver, TriSec Arms Avenger — he’d had enough of them pressed in the exact same spot enough times to know, even if he had been blindfolded. He slowly raised his hands.

“Alright… You’re here for the chip. I’m not a fool, I can connect the dots — but you shoot me, whoever you are, and your problems will be greatly multiplied.”

The unknown assailant dragged the barrel across his neck, circling around his frame to face him. The ‘stranger’ sported a getup that was all too familiar to Gen: the turtleneck, the bomber jacket, the armored leggings, and the tactical mask, covering the entire face from the bridge of the nose down… Vanity O’Hare.

“Hello, Gen,” she said, pressing the gun into his jaw.

“Not in the mood to play, Vanity.”

“And I’m not here to play,” she retorted, finger fixed on the trigger. “The chip. Now.”

“Or what? You’ll disintegrate my lower jaw? You don’t have the fuckin’ nerve.”

She chuckled, low and muffled by the mask. “And who would ever know?”

“You.”

“I’ve lived with bigger regrets.”

“You’re an awful bluff. Always have been.”

Vanity knew he was right, though she hadn’t planned on killing him, anyway; the revolver was merely a restraint of sorts, a tool meant to keep him in line.

“You’re right,” she murmured, pulling the gun away from his jaw. “But I can’t just let ya walk out of here with that chip. We both know that. No hard feelings, babes.”

Before he could even think to reply, Vanity swung her arm, hitting him in the side of the head with the butt of the gun, sending him to the floor. Optics glitched out and unfocused, Gen propped himself up on his hands, attempting to pull himself together. Vanity loomed over him as he rubbed his eyes and shook his head, trying anything he could to fix his optical issues.

“You don’t know this right now, but… I’m doing you a favor here, Magellan.” She took a step closer, kneeling down to his level. “Wanna talk about this later? Come find me at Astro’s.”

He struggled to see past the static, catching a glimpse of Vanity rising back to her feet. She stood there, tapping her foot on the hard stone floor as Gen continued his failed attempts to stand.

“I hate that you made me have to do this.”

Gen lifted his head up towards her — the last thing he saw, past the static, before it all went dark was the inches thick, lugged sole of her black leather boot.

Vanity sighed, scouring his pockets for the chip, ripping it from his jacket and tossing it to the floor. She gave it a good stomp, the same boot she had driven into Gen’s face sealing the microchip’s fate. She twisted her foot, shattering it into even smaller pieces. The chip, and whatever data had been stored on it, had been left totally unsalvageable. She took a deep breath before calling up a client of her own; revolver still in hand, eyes still locked tightly on Gen’s unconscious form.

“Van,” the voice on the line growled.

“Pain...”

“How’s our chip situation looking?”

“It’s been destroyed, as asked… You’ll never guess whose hands I pulled it from.”

“Hmm. Last name ‘Hexton’?”

“Thankfully, no. Try ‘Magellan’.”

“Ya finally have to kill him?” Pain’s tone turned low and sinister.

“I’ve already told you I don’t want to kill him. He’s way too useful for that. Even you know that. Pretty cute, too, ‘specially when he’s all beat up like this… Would love to see him cry. I bet he’s a pretty cri—”

“Blech,” Pain groaned, cutting Vanity off. “So how’d you manage to swipe the chip if your man is still breathing?”

“I made him… take a little nap,” Vanity explained, chuckling as her eyes skimmed over Gen’s body. If it hadn’t been for the blood, he could have easily passed for simply being asleep.

“And you don’t think he’s gonna blow your head clean off the next time you two meet.”

“Before I left a boot print on his face, I told him to meet me at Astro’s, y’know, maybe hear me out... He’ll show. And he won’t make any boneheaded moves, either.”

“I’ll never wrap my head around… whatever it is… you two have going on,” Pain replied. “But who am I to judge? Our concerns are settled now. Job’s done, deposit’s gone out… and this call…”

“Is over?”

“Got anything left to say, kid?”

“Mm, not really.”

“That’s what I thought. Pain, over and out.”

Pain hung up, without either of them speaking another word. At last, Vanity was undistracted; she holstered her weapon on her hip, crossing her arms as she looked down at Gen.

“Fuck, maybe I should…” she paused, lost in thought. She nodded, appearing to have reached some sort of agreement with herself. “Okay, let’s try… MINDEYE?”

She paused again, as if waiting for a response.

“MINDEYE, can you hear me?”

Still, nothing. Not a single word in response.

“Am I still connected, MINDEYE?”

All of a sudden, there was static rumbling in her ears — behind it, the voices. They gradually began to sound clearer, more coherent, as the static faded.

“Our connection is decaying, user ‘Vanity O’Hare’,” the chorus of voices spoke; it sounded like hundreds, maybe even thousands, of individual voices speaking as a collective. “However, we are still here. For how long, approximately, remains a mystery.”

“Call me ‘Vanity’, please. Only Vanity. And I want you to connect to this guy,” Vanity commanded, scanning Gen’s body with her optics.

“Did ‘This Guy’ give you, or another user, permission to connect his consciousness to our network?”

“MINDEYE, just — there’s no time for questions, right? Connect to his fuckin’ brain and make sure he remembers to head to Astro’s in Langston Square when he comes to. Please.”

“Understood, Vanity — please connect your IID into his neural port and we will begin the upload.”

“Goddammit. No chance you’ll make yourself a body and help me flip his ass over?”

“We’re sorry, Vanity. We do not have those capabilities.”

“A lot of fuckin’ good being in the Breach does you.”

“Yes.”

“It was — never mind,” Vanity huffed, straining as she rolled Gen’s hefty frame over, little by little. “Shoulda just let him take the fuckin’ thing…”

[milkweedman]

Promised to show the stuff i got from the fiber festival i went to with @rival-the-rose (i.e. look at how little restraint i showed in a huge room filled to the brim with wool). Also, look, yes, I probably deserve to be judged somewhat but in my defense, a lot of this was actually very kindly gifted to me and the rest of it is the result of showing up with probably more cash than I should have because i got paid in cash the day before. So. This could have happened to anyone.

5 oz (142 g) of Dyed locks (unknown breed), plus 1/2 oz (14 g) of dyed border liecester locks

1.3 oz (37 g) very soft sparkly batt, 4 oz (113 g) braid of bluefaced leicester roving, 4 oz (113 g) ball of very shiny corriedale top

TOP: 3 oz (85 g) of assorted bits of carded wool, breeds unknown, very soft.

BOTTOM: 1 oz (28 g) of cotton. It's been carded but looks like it has some seeds still. Not sliver though, which is the only way I've worked with it before.

24 oz (680 g) of assorted rovings. Shiny stuff seems to be mostly merino, nonshiny stuff was unlabeled wool. The merino is pretty much just for blending.

Spindle ! Was super cheap because the vendor didnt know what kind of spindle (we both agreed it must be a supported spindle of some kind, since it's way too heavy to use in the air and spins supported for a long time). I was doing some research last night trying to find out what kind, if any, of supported spindle this is, didn't see much of anything with a notch like that. It spins really nicely though, super pleased I got it.

1 oz (28 g) of silk caps, plus 2 oz (57 g) of silk brick, and a few small bags of dyed caps and noil.

5.2 oz (147 g) of really nice carded merino fluff.

10 oz (283 g) of carded fluff, very short staple and breed unknown. The person selling it to me looked stricken when I said I was a spinner and not a needle felter because it was 'too short to spin'. Happily untrue, it works great for long draw without any additional processing. Has the texture of a good soft down breed.

And lastly, a raw shetland fleece that weighs at least 3 pounds (1360 g), hard to say for sure because it doesnt fit on my scale.

[broadcastbabe]

I awake on the floor, barely dressed in a tuxedo shirt and a vague memory of the bow tie being used as a gag… or wrist restraint. It was tight and I had been squirming with arousal… from a well-placed vibrator. Even now there is a lingering tingling on my flesh from the previous frisson. I can’t imagine being tortured by such a dependable pleasure device, but I guess it depends on the tormentor. Too much of a good thing, perhaps? My mind is blank on those pertinent details and I begin to wonder if I did climax, or I’m still owed… I’ve heard of orgasms so powerful they wipe your short-term memory temporarily. My panties are intact, yet when I try to get to my feet, I realize my ankles are bound, not together, but as if each had been tethered to something else. My mind races… until I see the four poster bed in the corner. The bedding is rumpled and surrounded by empty martini glasses. There is a lone beer bottle on the floor that makes no sense…at least no more sense than the rest of these clues. I hear voices upstairs and footsteps descending the staircase in the shadows. The darkness seems foreboding until you step into the dim light.

“Hey sweetie, how you feeling? You were quite the determined vixen tonight… or should I say insatiably horny? You look confused… you don’t remember a night I will never forget?” “Can you fill in a few blanks for me?”

You kiss me tenderly with concern.

“Sure, baby… Do you remember coming home wasted?”

“Vaguely, lots of shots with the girls… after the champagne… and wine… someone put me in a car.”

“That was Shirley, she rode with you. My poker buddies had to help pour you out of the cab.”

“I do remember many men touching me… and it feeling great.”

“We put you to bed, but 10 minutes later you were parading around the table in my tuxedo shirt and bow tie, playing bartender. You had mixed martinis for the guys and were serving them, saying we ‘needed to catch up if we were all going to play Spin the Bottle’. I tried to coax you back to bed, but you were not having it. Did you take an Ambien instead of a Tylenol tonight?”

I shrug, still drawing a blank and urge you to continue.

“You brought us downstairs for the next round, and we followed, trying to humor you… and out of our own curiosity. You spun the bottle once and stopped it pointing toward yourself… and suddenly it became Truth or Dare. You supplied both without hesitation.”

“I wanted to have a climax while other men watched… long time fantasy… oh god… did I? ”

“More than several. You were adamant, ordering us to tie you spread eagle to the bed and use your vibrator to bring about the orgasms. Everyone was helpful and respectful, but no one left… no one wanted to miss this fluke event. We gathered around the bed and I was the first… then you demanded everyone take their turn. Honey, you were a vision… bucking and moaning, pleading for the next, calling out each of their names when they made you cum. Everyone was hard and coveting this neighbor’s sex-crazed wife in those moments. Eventually, you wound down and fell asleep. We went upstairs to finish our interrupted card game and sober up before going home.”

The cloudy memories still seem like a dream I just woke up from. Not a nightmare, but a reoccurring dream I always recount to you with lustful glee. You are apologetic, sympathetic, and aroused by the re-telling. I offer my own apologies for my booze-fueled behavior and hung-over amnesia. I ask about my witnesses for the over-the-top exhibition and the list of contributors are all nearby neighbors. Oddly, there is no regret or shame… yet, just a mounting arousal of my own. I step out of my panties and murmur,

“Show me, how I was tied up.”

You feebly protest, but I insist. The tingling in my loins is ruling my choices once again. Spread-eagle feels familiar, even as you try to unravel the reasons for what transpired. You hypothesize the over-indulgence of liquor likely flipped my typically normal, polite and well-mannered public behavior over into the deviations we usually reserve for our intimacy alone.

“There is no unringing that bell, sweetheart. Now tell me their names again, so I can fanatsize about each of them watching you make me cum.”

[rinatthemin]

For @flashfictionfridayofficialofficial's Sea and Sun prompt! Went a little over 1000 words but I'm honestly just glad to have words flowing at all, so I'll consider it a win for me regardless of whether it actually counts.

The announcement came just in time to make the headline of the morning paper. On this day, the 2nd of May in the year Æ 9.32, the Air War and the great twenty year shadow it had cast over Avinney came to an end.

Ira Green held the Dayspring Edition of the Southavinn Sun with trembling hands, standing in the front walk of his home on path stones that were just beginning to warm in the light. He stole a glance over his shoulder, around the side of the cottage where Daniel Mori was already dressed and busy at his garden workbench, painting his delicate gold-leafed designs into the set of lacquered cabinet doors that comprised his latest restoration project.

Goodness, and Ira was still in his nightshirt.

With as much restraint as he could manage, he waited for a natural pause in Mori's work before showing him the paper. Mori blinked, slow and deliberate in the brightness of morning, and his face broke into a breathless grin.

"Swear it's true?"

"If you're dreaming it, then so am I."

Mori considered this for a moment, then reached out before Ira could react and pinched him hard on the earlobe. Ira gasped, swore in Krozeic, and pinched him back.

Mori was laughing when he batted Ira's hand away.

"See, settles that, doesn't it? I'll bet there's a great big hooroosh in town right about now."

Indeed, Ira could hear the clamor of opening shops along the Chipping Strandham promenade, a sound of bells and footfalls and voices carried up the coastal hillsides on the wind. He set down the paper.

"Well I certainly wouldn't wager against you on that."

Mori was already on his feet, cleaning his lacquer brushes and returning them to their holding trays. He turned to Ira, eyes bright.

"Want to throw on some trousers and head on over then?"

Spoken like the sort of request that would be very much turned on its head sometime later in the day.

Ira dressed quickly, listening to the announcement coming again and again from the kitchen radio.

He was sure his brother's newsroom at the Aitham Chronicle was a frantic cacophony of shouts and typewriters right now, back home in the city that the last twenty years had smothered in flightship exhaust and hollowed out with bombings. The city Ira had left for safer skies and a home by the sea.

He could only imagine how Aitham would be celebrating the news. Would it be a great spilling of revelers out into the streets, drinking and whistling at all their men returning home? Or would it be just a quiet breath of relief, a collective sigh from a city of people too worn down and tired to do much at all, except take down their blackout curtains and let a little more sun in?

Mori was waiting for him at the doorstep, and they took the path together down the hill from Thriftdon Head to the beachfront town below. The pier's centerpiece bandstand was already commandeered by young men with satchels and a steady supply of newspapers, some of which were distributed to actually be read, but even more were rolled up to amplify the voices of their holders as the volume of the spreading news grew to a roar.

Out in front of the Calling Molly was Marjorie Doyle, waving foot traffic in and out of the pub's wide-flung doors at a truly astounding rate for just past daybreak. She gave Ira and Mori an exuberantly blown kiss as they passed, throwing out both her arms in their busily-patterned and billowing sleeves. Her own hand-tailored version of one of Nana Mori's favorites.

Ira squeezed Mori's elbow, seeing his misty smile. Seeing Miss Doyle's tribute to the woman who had been her dearest friend, whose grandson had come home, discharged from service, to an empty cottage left unfinished and bereft of his only family. Miss Doyle had given young Daniel Mori a room of the Molly to call his without charge or condition. And seventeen years later, the cottage at Thriftdon Head long since finished and happily occupied, even now she insisted that Mori keep the key to that room, and he did. Her embrace was a welcome home to all, her open doors a war's end invitation that the whole town was crowding in to accept. Mori gave her a showy salute, promising to stop by later on.

For the moment, he and Ira had another destination.

Though the sea at this point in spring was too cold for all but the most determined bathers, Mori considered himself at least among the determined enough to cuff his trousers to the knee and wade in up to his calves. He laughed to conceal the chattering of his teeth, and Ira let him think it was a convincing cover by wading in after him.

"Tell me honestly Mori, was this a plan or an impulse?" Ira asked in more earnest than he felt, rubbing his arms to warm them.

Mori shrugged. "Dunno. Pretty sure only Nan ever really knew why I'd go most days without sparing a single thought for the sea we lived on, only for days like this to crop up where it'd suddenly be the number one priority, getting into the water right that instant."

"Did it always happen to accompany major news like today?"

"Maybe? I don't really remember most of them, if I'm honest. Just lots of crying and dramatics, who knows if it was anything that actually mattered. Last time I recall was when my draft letter came in the post. Stayed out until my toes pruned up completely. In November." He picked up one foot, then let it splash back into the water, kicking up sand as it went. "Surprise myself every time I think I've outgrown it."

"Dear, if you have to outgrow this then I'm afraid I'd have to outgrow both thaumagraphy and keeping chazreph. The sea is just as good a place as the page to collect an overflow of thoughts."

One of the thin wisps of cloud above settled just along the shoreline. The sun remained shining, bright and unimpeded as a gentle spring rain fell.

Mori tipped his chin up toward the sky, closing his eyes. His hair had been getting longer in the months since he and Ira met. There was a rosy touch of sun just across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose where the pale gold freckles were easiest to see.

When his eyes opened to meet Ira's again, hair and lashes wet with droplets of clear unpolluted rain, it was like looking into the face of a Daniel Mori of twenty years ago. Seeing how Mori looked at him, Ira suspected his own years washed out in a similar manner.

Neither knew the boy that the other had been back then, and if not for the war, then they may never have met even as men. Ira wouldn't have left Aitham, estranged from his family that stayed. He may have clung to his first infatuation until Harland left him by some means other than violent death or until he came to his own damn senses. Mori could have gone to Yunan. His grandmother had always wanted to take him there, before the borders had tightened and the cost and danger of flight waylaid such ideas.

Memories, thoughts, questions of what twenty years of upheaval, propaganda, and fear had lost them, what they'd gained through cascading chances and moments of a life's era, concluded today in one tidy headline. Ira Green and Daniel Mori stood, waves lapping at their legs, just hidden enough to brush one ankle against the other in acknowledgement, the most they could do out in the open. Each thought struck the water and rippled out into many more as the sky cleansed itself of its years of weight and burden.

The sea was the only thing vast enough to contain it all.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

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“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why��” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

-

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

--

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[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and Korra having a crush on you

You entered President Raiko’s party late and hurried inside hoping to avoid your mother’s wrath by appearing as soon as possible. Being Lin Beifong’s daughter and employee meant she was twice as hard on you as anyone on the force, so she would not take your tardiness well. You were waved into the building by guards who recognised you on sight and rushed into the ballroom. You saw the party was already in full swing and braced yourself for all the fake smiling you’d have to endure when a young woman appeared across from you. “Avatar Korra” you nodded in recognition of the girl who grinned at you. “Miss Beifong” she smiled in greeting “you look as beautiful as ever...you legs alone seem to go on for years in those trousers” she commented glancing at them and you blushed. “Funny I just had a similar thought about your biceps”. Korra beamed “ow you can’t really see them in this thing but I’d be happy to give you a closer look”.

You couldn’t resist a smile and your blush grew to have such a beautiful woman flirt so blatantly with you. Korra was always like this around you and you enjoyed it greatly even if it wasn’t professional. Korra was a breath of fresh air in Republic City and you enjoyed her confidence and humour. You liked the avatar a lot but you had no intentions of pursuing anything beyond flirting with her. For one thing she was young, cocky, beautiful and THE avatar. You supposed she had hundreds of boys and girls queueing up for her and didn’t want to just be another name on her list. You’d heard about how the previous water tribe avatar had been a hit with women and apparently that was a trait Korra shared. She was the avatar, who wouldn’t be weak to her charm? Still you tried to behave so aimed to change the topic of conversation.

“I think we should join the party seeing as we’re both very late” you smiled slyly and Korra smirked “I didn’t think Beifongs were ever late. Are you really trying to tell me you’re not perfect?”. The girl was insatiable. “We all have our secrets” you replied and Korra’s grin only grew. “Mysterious, intelligent and beautiful...you have to let me lead you into the party. As the Avatar it’s my duty to serve the people”. “Well who I am to get in the way of that” you smirked rolling your eyes as you took her outstretched arm. Korra led you into the party proudly and you enjoyed being on her arm. Still you were in work mode, so you only stayed by Korra’s side for an appropriate amount of time before excusing yourself so nobody would get the wrong idea. Korra never failed to make you smile or blush but you wouldn’t let it progress no matter how much fun it would be. So you allowed the flirting and lingering glances but stopped it from going any further.

You saw Korra pretty regularly as she was always in trouble with the law in some way or another and not a month after the party President Raiko banned her from Republic City. It was something he’d likely take back pretty soon but still she had to leave so you and your mother went to help her however you could. The avatar didn’t seem too bothered by the President’s command and still had that cocky smile on her face. She let you into Tenzin’s home and explained how she was leaving tomorrow to go look for air benders anyway. She read out the names of some known airbenders in the earth kingdom and you paused as one was familiar.  “Wait did you say Opal? Is she from Zafou by any chance?” you asked and Korra nodded “yeah why?”. Your mother tried to silence you but you didn’t notice, too excited. “She’s my cousin!” you burst “This is so great, i’m so proud of her”. “Wait so Suyin is your sister?” Korra asked Lin and your mother nodded “yes. Which is something I wished to remain a secret but clearly that is not an option anymore” she said shooting you a look. “Well this is great news” Korra smiled “you have to come with me!”. “What!” your mother cried and Korra sighed “if she’s your niece then you can help us recruit her! We need all the help we can get”. “No way!” Lin cried “I am not seeing my sister ever again if I can help it, y/n can go if you want a Beifong so badly”. Korra looked at you and smiled “that does sound appealing, what do you say y/n? Want to come on a field trip with me?”. Korra held out her hand to you and you blushed, hoping your mother didn’t notice. You knew you probably shouldn’t go. Being in close quarters with Korra would certainly challenge your restraint but you hadn’t seen your extended family in so long and this was the perfect opportunity to go visit. Plus Korra looked so good when she smiled at you like that. “Sure” you said taking her hand “someone has to keep you out of trouble”.

You met Korra and her friends at Future Industries the next day and were soon flying to Zafou. Korra came to stand beside you on the deck and leant forwards flexing her arms right in front of you. “I’m glad you agreed to come” Korra smiled and you nodded “me too, it’s been forever since I’ve got out of Republic City”. Korra’s eye glinted “does this mean I’m going to witness holiday y/n? It’d be fun to see you let your hair down and go wild”. “If you’re lucky maybe you will” you smirked and Korra nodded “i’m looking forward to it” and winked before leaving you alone once more. You stared after her as she walked away and Korra must’ve felt your eye on her because before she disappeared back into the ship she turned and caught you red-handed watching her. She smiled widely a chuckle slipping from her lips and you turned around sharply, blushing vividly. Agreeing to this trip may not have been a smart decision at all.

When you touched down in Zafou Korra had you right beside her in pride of place. You recognised your aunt immediately and she addressed Korra first before she spotted you beside her and she did a double-take. “Y/n?” she asked and you grinned “Aunt Suyin!” and rushed forwards to hug her. Your aunt wrapped you in a hug and then quickly tugged you to go find your cousins, momentarily forgetting the avatar was here. She summoned all your cousins and they rushed to greet you...well some did. Bataar junior didn’t look impressed and Huan just glanced at you not particularly bothered but the twins and Opal were very welcoming. “It’s so good to see you again!” Opal cried and you nodded taking her hand “it is! It’s been far too long and I can’t believe you’re an airbender now!”. Opal nodded “trust me it was a shock to us all but i’m so excited to learn airbending”. “Well Korra can definitely help you with that” you said gesturing to the avatar who nodded confidently “of course, anything for y/n’s cousin” and you blushed slightly but managed to hide it.

You enjoyed your time with your family greatly and got along well with all your cousins. You participated in Wei and Wing’s power disk game and being a good metal bender yourself almost won the match. You noticed Korra watching you and briefly tried showing off before getting wiped out. The twins noticed Korra watching and invited her to join but she declined explaining she couldn’t metal bend. Your cousins rushed to assure her she could learn and volunteered to teach her. Korra seemed very excited at the idea and agreed before she turned to you “wait a minute y/n why did you never offer to teach me?”. You could tell she was only feigning annoyance so you shrugged “what can you blame me for wanting something over the almighty avatar?”. That stroked Korra’s ego and she smiled lazily “no but I’ll certainly get my own back in some way”. “Ow really? How”? you challenged her and the girl just shrugged. “I’m not sure yet, but be on your best behaviour Beifong” she smirked before rushing away.

Korra went off to train with your cousins and you were relieved hoping this would be a time for you to cool down and recover but no. Opal caught you and invited you to catch up with her in the gardens. You of course obliged your cousin but found yourself seated directly in view of Korra’s training with your cousins. You tried focusing on Opal but your eyes kept getting pulled to the avatar as she picked up metal bending remarkedly quickly. You noticed Korra had spotted you and she appeared to be putting on a show, trying valiantly to challenge your cousin entirely for your benefit. It was a clever strategy and soon Opal trailed off just letting you admire Korra. Your cousins were experiencing first-hand just how skilled the avatar could be and you saw them breaking out in a sweat with how hard Korra was pushing them.  

After a while they began trying to score past one another and Korra got an idea. She *accidentally* bent a disk near you and your cousin Wei teased her for being sloppy. She just shot them a lopsided grin and jogged over to you. “Ladies” she smiled looking straight at you “i’m sorry I didn’t see you there”. “Ow really?” you asked and Korra grinned “yeah I had no idea you were here whatsoever...which is odd considering how every eye is drawn to you whenever you’re nearby”. You blushed going red and Korra’s smile grew “I’ll leave you to your chat. Opal, Y/n” she nodded at you both in turn but winked when she met your gaze. You watched her run back to your cousins and found Opal staring at you. She immediately pushed you squealing “you didn’t tell me you were dating the avatar!”. “I’m not and keep your voice down please” you begged seeing the smug look on Korra’s face which told you she’d noticed Opal’s reaction. “But she was very openly flirting with you” Opal retorted and you nodded “I know we do that a lot but it’s just our friendship. I’d never let it go further because she’s the avatar! She’s not after a relationship she just wants a fun fling and I can’t give her that. Trust me the avatar will get bored of me and move on soon enough”. “Ow yeah?” Opal asked looking to where Korra was still putting on a show for you. Korra scored a point and shot you a smile. You blushed vividly and Opal laughed “I don’t think she’s not going cold on you any time soon”.

At the end of the week your Aunt Suyin threw a party to celebrate Opal’s progress and avatar’s arrival. It was magnificent and you hadn’t seen this much earth kingdom food in...well forever! You made sure Korra and the others were all okay and socialised with your cousins greatly enjoying being with your family. Bataar jnr told you about his machines, his girlfriend Kuvira traded military expertise with you, Wei and Wing quizzed you about all the pro-bending in Republic City, you teased Opal about her crush on Bolin and even Huan showed you some of his paintings. You were absolutely thrilled your family still felt like a family after all this time and hadn’t been this happy in a long time. However all that excitement can be draining. Towards the end of the night you began to grow tired so went outside for some fresh air and quiet. You were relaxing in the picturesque moonlight when you were disturbed. “Well your aunt certainly knows how to put on a spread” someone called and you jumped to find Avatar Korra making her way over to you on the abandoned balcony. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and her eyes shone in the dark light. “She does” you smiled “never let it be said Beifong’s don’t know how to put on an event”. “That’s for sure” Korra agreed coming to sit right beside you. “The city is so beautiful” she commented before she turned “as are you”. “Thanks” you blushed “you look very beautiful too”. “There’s no way I can compete with you in that outfit” Korra smiled “Beifong’s apparently always look stunning as well as being great hostesses”. “Have you been checking out my aunt then?” you replied and Korra laughed “of course not, I only have eyes for you”. “Sureeee” you laughed but Korra nodded “I do I promise! You’re all I think about and why wouldn’t I? You’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met. I’m crazy about you”. You blushed under Korra’s intense gaze but didn’t look away. “I....I don’t know what to say” you finally spoke up and Korra shrugged “well then how about we don’t bother talking anymore?”. Time seemed to freeze and you viewed the present in slow motion as Korra cupped your cheek gently and leant forwards. You liked the way her hands felt on you and instinctively leant into her before your brain caught up with the situation. “Wait! Korra I can’t” you said your heart hammering in your chest and the avatar frowned inches away from you. “You can’t? why? Do you not find me attractive?” Korra asked. “No of course I find you very attractive, i’ve never seen a human being I find more attractive than you” you admitted very flustered. “Then what’s the problem?” Korra asked and you sighed “the problem is I don’t just want to hook up with you a few times and be done with it. I know some people like that kind of thing and i’m sure as the avatar it is the perfect option but I’m not like that. Casual one night stands just aren’t my thing so I’m sorry I have to decline. Please don’t ask me again” and you rushed away. Korra called after you but you clearly wanted to be left alone so she didn’t follow you. She hung her head in her hands at how messed up things had gotten.

When Korra had allowed herself to wallow for a bit she came back inside to find the party over. She made her way to her shared room and found Asami waiting. “Korra where have you been we were all worried sick and...” Asami started when she caught sight of Korra’s expression and stopped abruptly.  “What’s wrong?” Asami asked and Korra sighed “you gave me terrible advice that’s what!”. Korra explained the situation more and Asami felt awful. Being more experienced with relationships Korra had come to Asami for advice on how to approach her feelings for you and it hadn’t worked well. Given Korra’s past approach of blurting out her love for people without a second thought, Asami advised Korra to try a different approach with you but she hadn’t meant it so literally. Instead of being serious or passionate Korra had been entirely flirty and forward with you. No substance just fun. So you’d wrongly gotten the idea all Korra wanted was a fun fling when she actually was madly infatuated with you and wanted far more long term things with you. Asami wasn’t sure what she could do but seeing Korra so distraught she knew she had to try and help her friend.

So Asami made her way to your room hoping you wouldn’t mind such a late-night visit. Asami knocked on your door and heard movement inside. There was a pause before she heard you call “who is it?” nervously. “It’s Asami” she called back “I need to speak to you”. The door opened slowly and Asami saw you looked upset. “Did Korra send you”? you asked quietly “because she didn’t do anything wrong I just need some space”. “No she didn’t send me but I am here because of her, I need to confess something”. Your eyes widened in confusion but you nodded and let Asami into your room. The minute you turned to face her Asami burst “It’s my fault! Korra came to me when she realised she liked you and asked me for advice. She was terrified of messing this up and doing what she did with Mako...with him she’d blurted out a lot of intense things right away and so I told her to do the opposite. I suggested she just toned down the seriousness and had fun with you. Flirt a little and try and gauge how you were feeling before she confessed her whole heart to you. But it seems she took my advice too much and now you don’t think her intentions are good at all which is not the case! Korra very much likes you for more than just your appearance and she has for a while”. You stared at Asami at an apparent loss for words “so Korra was...what acting?”. Asami shrugged “kind of, she was putting on this cocky flirty front when she’s actually a lot more emotional and sweet...she didn’t mean to come across so forward she was just following my advice which backfired horribly. I’m so sorry it upset you I promise that was not her intention at all. If you want to blame anyone blame me”. You assured Asami you weren’t upset with her and spent the next half hour understanding how the situation had gone so wrong. You were very excited by the end of it and couldn’t wait till morning to speak with Korra. Asami told you she was in their room and wouldn’t mind you disturbing her so late.

So you rushed to Korra’s shared room and knocked on the door lightly. Your stomach was bubbling with butterflies and you weren’t sure what you were going to say when you saw her. The door didn’t open so you knocked louder hoping Korra wasn’t asleep. Still there was no sound from inside so you frowned and decided she must be asleep. You didn’t want to wake her so started to retreat from the room when you heard a loud thud from inside. “Korra?” you called through the door “are you okay?”. You got no reply and were growing more and more concerned when you heard something smash inside followed by a grunt of pain. “Korra?” you yelled through the door and began bending the metal of the lock. The door swung open and you saw the room was an utter mess. Naga was unconscious on the floor and by the window...four people had a struggling Korra in their arms. She looked very weak and wasn’t putting up much of a fight so you figured she must’ve been drugged. “Korra!” you cried rushing into the room. You had no idea who these people were but you weren’t letting them take Korra. You launched into a flurry of attacks and managed to land a few hits on the earth and water bender. The air bender sent a gust which knocked you back but you were quick on your feet and pursued them leaping out of the window. You yelled as you chased them quickly attracting the attention of the guards who sounded the alarm. Suyin appeared as did her guard Kuvira and they helped cut the quartet off. “You have nowhere left to go, let her go” you glared and the leader just smiled “never”. You looked at Korra lying limp at their feet and felt rage take you. “Then i’ll drag her from you myself” and ran at him.

3 hours later

You were sat in the infirmary beside an unconscious Korra waiting for the effect of the drug to wear off. Everyone else had gradually retreated to bed but you couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline from the fight was still pulsing through your veins and was only overshadowed by your worry for Korra. You’d won the fight with the help of Suyin, her guards and Korra’s friends but still the drug they’d used hadn’t worn off. Your eyes fell to her for what felt like the hundredth time and you sighed “please wake up”. Finally Korra listened. With a loud gasp Korra jolted awake and you scrambled to your feet. “Korra breath! You’re okay, you’re safe just breathe!” you commanded and Korra slowly began to calm down. “Y/n? What happened?”. “The White Lotus, I didn’t realise it was them at first but i’ve been briefed on them. They tried to kidnap you when you were a kid and they tried again tonight”. You saw Korra shiver at that and frowned. “But never mind them” you sighed wrapping an extra blanket around her shoulders “how are you feeling?”. Korra frowned “okay...a bit groggy like i’ve come out of a really heavy sleep but it’s not too bad. It’s getting better. How are you?” she asked and you froze “me?”. “Yeah” Korra said offering you a small smile “you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink”. You chuckled softly “I haven’t. I wanted to see you wake up first and make sure you were okay. I haven’t been able to rest since it happened...I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them with you I was so angry but you’re okay now and that’s all that matters". Korra smiled at you "yeah I'm okay now...thanks to you". It wasn’t the usual cocky smirks she sent you. Instead it was a sweet tired smile but it made your heart hammer in your chest just as much. "Do you remember much?" you asked and she shook her head. "No I remember something hitting Naga. I went to look at it when one hit me too. I backed away from the window as the world began to spin and then everything went blurry...the next thing I remember was seeing you in my doorway. You attacked whoever had me and I fell. I remember being unable to move and seeing you send rocks flying through the air. You were terrifying" she laughed "a woman possessed". "Of course I was they were going to take you! I know I might have sent mixed messages last night but I like you Korra. I was coming to tell you that. Asami explained to me what happened and why you behave as you do around me". Korra blushed at that "what were you coming to say to me?". "Well I was coming to ask if it was true, did you really put on a mask around me, acting all confident and promiscuous?". Korra nodded "yeah...I meant everything I said to you I wasn’t lying about my attraction but I was doing the opposite of what I'd usually do because my last relationship didn’t work out well. I came on too intense too quick so I tried to take a more fun carefree approach but that didn’t work. I'm sorry I offended you or made you think I was only interested in you for one thing. I do think you’re gorgeous but that's just one of many things I like about you and by no means the most important". Korra blushed looking down and you found her adorable. How had she hidden this side of her so well? "So is this, you know, the real you?" you asked double-checking. Korra nodded "yep, this is me. I'm emotional, reckless and I always say the wrong thing. I have no tact and just say what I'm thinking. Now you can probably see why I was trying to act so put together and impressive before. They're much more attractive qualities". "Maybe" you shrugged "but I think this side of you is just as attractive, more so actually because it's real and it's beautiful. You're wonderful Korra exactly as you are". Korra stared at you in shock and you just smiled at her. "I...I..." she babbled and you smirked "how about I kiss you to save you having to speak?". "Yes please" the avatar breathed and you gently placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and Korra seemed uncharacteristically shy. She pulled back blushing vividly and you smiled at her reaction "how was it?". "Good...amazing" she replied and you smiled "great". Korra looked up at you but blushed as soon as she met your eye and you smiled taking her hand softly "I like you Korra and that kiss was good for me too, if you’d like to make it a more frequent thing we could go out on a date sometime?". "I'd love that!" Korra agreed before wincing "too eager?". "No it was adorable like you" you smiled kissing her forehead "now it really is late. You should try and get some rest, something tells me the next few days are going to be very long and strenuous". Korra nodded "I agree, goodnight y/n". "Goodnight Korra" you smiled and closed her door softly. The avatar wasn’t a womaniser but a shy bashful passionate woman. You were pleasantly surprised and couldn’t wait to see all the different layers of her left to discover.

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Korra is 100% one of those people that’s all talk but is actually a huge softie romantically. Asami is one lucky lady (althought she’s also amazing so Korra is lucky too).

Also why is there so little Korra content out there? Her and Huan Beifong are very under-represented in the fanfiction game and I am personally offended by that 😂

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Title: Loyalty To The Egg

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, sub reader, tentacles, weird slime shit, rope bunny content, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: The reader gets fucked by the Egg’s tentacles.

Pairing: c! The egg X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Note: unedited*

- if you’re not a dsmp fan and you see “egg fucks reader with tentacles” I’m rlly fucking sorry

- There’s a good chance that I’ll take this down since it’s like rlly weird but I’ll leave it up for now ig

- This was also not my original idea! I literally tried to look for who came up w this idea so I could tag them but I just couldn’t find them ??? If anyone knows who came up w the idea than pls tell me or tag them or smth ^^

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Tentacles curled around your legs and pulled you to the ground, you winced as you hit the floor. Your body curled up on itself as you tried to get away, another tendril reaching out to softly pat you and calm you down.

Your heart was racing and you weren’t too sure what was going on, the egg’s voice spoke to you and informed you of what was going on which was not only scary but disturbing. “Calm down, don’t you want to pledge your loyalty to me?” The egg asked in a kind of unintelligible voice.

It hurt your head and your ears to be listening to such a harsh voice, it pained you with how the sound rang and echoed around in your brain. You were starting to feel sick, you reached to hold onto your stomach.

Your head was heating up and you were starting to feel intensely dizzy, the feel of a slimy tentacle creeping up your leg bought you back to your senses. You slapped the tendril away and backed up against the wall, the egg hissed a bit at you but then quickly calmed down.

“Don’t you want to join me? Have all of your deepest wishes granted?” You shook your head, you knew the egg had a great influence on the people it came into contact with so you were trying to hold on to the last bit of sanity.

The tentacles slowly crept back up to you but you refused to move from your spot, shaking gently as they approached you and started to wrap around your feet. “Come on, I know what you really want..”

You sighed and lowered your head to stare at the ground, your eyes glancing up at the egg pitifully “and that is?” You asked “power.” The egg’s voice had distorted more as it answered your question.

It wasn’t wrong. You’ve had nothing but utter disrespect given to you since the moment you came to the Dream Smp, it’d be nice to gain some power and show these lambs who’s really in charge.

You crooked your head and glared at the egg “sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?” You were truly considering your options here. You could try to run and ultimately fail, running back to the world of people who hurt you or…

You could flee to the care of the egg, the thing that is promising you greatness. Looking at the two choices in front of you like this, seems like it’s not such a hard decision after all!

Your lips curled up into a slight smile “Fine. I’ll join you, what do you want from me?” You allowed the tentacles to fully wrap around the lower half of your body, your legs unable to move apart from each other.

The egg gently pulled you closer, dragging you across the floor until you’re sitting just beneath it. “I just need you to prove your loyalty” it didn’t sound like such a difficult task at first, you believed that you’d just be instructed to kill someone or recruit others but this task was a bit more complicated than that.

“Let me inside you..”

Your eyes widened “what??” You weren’t sure what you heard, you thought hoped it may have been a misunderstanding. “You need to willingly accept me into you..” the tentacles squeezed your legs tightly.

You gulled nervously and nodded “o- okay” you didn’t know what you were thinking at the time but you hoped this was a good choice. The egg seemed thrilled by your decision as it spawned my tentacles to engulf your body.

Your armour was tossed to the floor, a loud clacking noise echoing the halls. Your clothes were torn as well, most of the fabric still being attached to your body apart from the large holes that were created to expose your sensitive bits.

Your pants were ripped at and torn off, the thread loosening and falling to the ground along with the destroyed fabric. You whines when you started to feel the tentacles’ suction cups sucking on the soft skin on your thighs.

You moved your arms to push the sticky tentacles off your thighs but that only encouraged the egg to tie your hands behind your back, you gasped and tried to get them out of the egg’s grasp but to no avail.

“Let my hands go!” You complained, the egg ignoring you as it’s tentacles slid up your torso and started to gently toy around with your nipples. Your face grew hotter and a large lump appeared in your throat that you couldn’t swallow down in that moment.

The suction cups returned, pinching your nipples and suckling on them like a regular human would be able to. You cringed at the feeling of the tentacles starting to lactate a sticky slimy consistency, lathering your body in it as it touched you.

You had in fact agreed to this but it was still so weird to you!

Another pair of tentacles lunged at you and tore off your underwear, rubbing your crotch gently just to lather it up with the slimy lubricant before pushing into your hole gently “fuck!” You cursed out loud. You arched your back and clenched your eyes shut as you felt it penetrate you, it felt weird and you hated the feeling of the slime inside you.

You growled out loud “do you recruit all your followers like this?!” You shouted, getting no response in return. A gasp leaving your mouth as the tentacle dug a little deeper into your body, suction cups clinging to your tight fleshy walls.

You couldn’t help but start to enjoy the feeling of the tentacles fucking you, your face scrunched up and you tried to focus on your climax. The egg started to enter a second tentacle inside of you, both of the tentacles being quite the tight fit.

You screamed in pleasure and went to cover your mouth with your hand until you remembered your restraints, feeling embarrassed as your pleasurable noises left your mouth.

Your walls tightened around the tendrils, the pressure from your stomach bursting and leaving you a panting mess on the ground. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto the ground, a weird smell emitting from you now that you had just came.

The egg seemed satisfied as it pulled its tentacles out of you, a small but deep rumbling coming from the egg which shook the floor gently. You moved now that you were released, legs a bit too weak to be able to walk so you just stayed kneeling in front of the egg.

“You have proven your loyalty to me, thank you” you bowed your head down “what now, boss?” You asked.

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*wrote this in my notes (copied and pasted) so it might be formatted/look different!

- also if no one could tell, I don’t rlly know the egg? I’m not 100% caught up with the dsmp so I got a lot of the info off the internet.

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yandere!EraserMic x Reader

Mic skips a couple of steps and brings their darling home earlier than planned.

18+ only

tw: mention of blood, kidnapping, restraints

Hizashi felt panic bubble up his throat as he aggressively ran his fingers through his hair. This wasn't good, he wasn't good. He fumbled around trying to pull out his phone so he could message Shota.

-Sho, when are you getting home???

Probably in a few hours...-

why-

Shaking, the blonde continued:

-I brought her home

Hizashi was convinced he'd burn a whole in the rug with his pacing. Staring at his phone screen it looked like Shota was responding, then it stopped, started, stopped, and started. Finally after what felt like forever he got a simple reply:

I'll be home in 15 -

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"Mic, what did you do?" Aizawa sighed. The grumpy man intended to scold his partner but he couldn't bring himself to do so when Mic was so close to a full on panic attack.

"She agreed to meet up with her ex, he was talking about getting back together and I panicked."

Aizawa sighed; he understood where his partner was coming from. Even though Hazashi had abandoned their plan to wait, he was no longer surprised by Mic's actions. There was an understanding between the pair as the atmosphere softened.

Mic lead him down the basement stairs, instead of using the overhead light there was already a dull glow from nightlight that allowed the Pro Heroes to see well enough. On the bed in front of them the comforter rose and fell along with the breath of their darling.

"She should be asleep for another hour or two," Mic whispered. "I only cuffed one wrist to the bed, I figured without her quirk she won't be too troublesome."

Aizawa lovingly rolled his eyes. His partner was such a softy. Nodding in agreement he moved the blanket aside to see the clunky metal quirk-cancelling cuff encircling her ankle. The two had plenty of equipment from their jobs that allowed them to make a "safe" space for their girl.

The couple had stumbled across you on accident; you worked at the new cat cafe that opened near their home. The two quickly became regulars and you snagged their hearts when you recognized them as cafe regulars. They went every Sunday, you had their orders memorized and even told them which cats seemed to miss them the most. Hizashi fell hard and fast. It wasn't until Aizawa found you crying in the ally after one of your shifts that your fate was sealed. You told him that one of the cats ran out of the cafe earlier that day got hit by a car. Learning about the death of a cat wasn't the only thing breaking his heart.

When he got home that evening he told Hizashi. They both agreed that you needed to be protected, shielded from the pain of reality, and never subjected to cat-death-by-car ever again. Essentially they baby proofed their home for you. Anything dangerous (from silverware to chemicals) was locked away. Eraserhead installed cameras throughout the house that streamed to both of their phones. The windows were locked and shatter resistant and they even installed a top of the line security system.

Then came the stalking, both kept tabs on you - in their minds they both casual about it. Aizawa even visited you (broke in) one night to bug your phone. This was how the learned about your ex. The breakup was amicable enough that you two occasionally checked in on each other. After all, you had been together from middle school all the way through your teens. The two of you just wanted and were ready for different things.

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Sure enough, two hours later they could hear your faint scream travel up from the basement. Mic had taken care of the acoustics, of course. He made sure that not a peep could be heard from outside of the house; even before you were in the picture this was in place for his quirk. Between each floor of their house he also added sound minimizing flooring and installation. They needed to be able to hear you but also maintain their sanity.

"M-mr. Yamada? Mr Aizawa?"

Your wide eyes were filled to the brim with tears. As Mic sat on the edge of the bed you withdrew as far as you could from him.

Aizawa seemed more conscientious of your space; instead he knelt in front of the bed so he was at least on your level.

He was the first to speak, "There's no need to scream, y/n, you're safe here. It's just Zashi and I."

The tears finally spilled over. You tried asking them to let you go, that you wouldn't say anything. You told them you had work this evening (even if you didn't) and that they'd know something was wrong if you didn't show up. What made it worse was that the men just kept nodding, taking in every plea you made.

Finally Mic cut you off, "You don't have to worry about work anymore, me and Sho are gonna take care of you, it'll be great. We won't have to wait a whole week to spend time together."

"You can't," You hiccupped, "this is illegal. Once they find out you'll be in trouble."

It was as if they didn't hear you. Mic just kept rambling about what you three could do together and how perfect everything was and how you'd love living with them.

Aizawa on the other hand sighed and indicated to Mic that he should get off the bed. "It's a lot to take in right now, new environments can be scary. You should get some more rest, Zashi gave you a pretty strong sedative."

That explained the pounding in your head. You didn't bother to keep yelling as the ascended the stairs. Instead you focused on not crying. You kept telling yourself that now wasn't the time for tears. You needed to get away from your abductors. You had never been in handcuffs before, you tried pulling against the bed frame in hopes that something would give way. As you expected, nothing really happened. The cuff was secured tightly around your wrist and with every pull came a dull pain in your hand. There wasn't anything useful within your reach.

After crying on the bed for what felt like an eternity you were all out of tears. You thought back to a movie you saw last summer, this detective was cuffed to a furnace and he pulled his hand free. However, that guy definitely lost the flesh on his hand and probably broke something. Your stomach churned at the thought. Then your mind wandered to terrible things the men could do to you. What if they were cannibals? Or wanted to sell your organs on the black market? Weighing the pros and cons you began to pull violently away from the bedpost. The metal dug into your skin and you couldn't help but scream. Hopefully your captors wouldn't come until you were free. There was a small window at the very top of the adjacent wall maybe you could squeeze through.

The searing pain became too much and you stopped to collect yourself. There were already gashes along the base of your wrist and blood coated the handcuffs. You stifled a cry as you resumed your work. You let out a blood-curdling scream when you felt a pop. Instead of freedom, you felt even more trapped. Your thumb looks wrong and looked like it was caught half way in the handcuff and halfway out. Movies make everything seem so much easier.

Light poured in as the door to the basement opened. Panicking you concealed the evidence under the blanket. Both of your hands and parts of your clothes were painted with blood.

"Hey kitten," Aizawa cooed. "We brought you some water. Are you feeling any better."

It was Mic who noticed first. You flinched as his hands cupped your face, his thumb ran along your cheek and you felt something slick.

His voice was rushed and panicked, "Sweet girl, this is blood. Shota come here, y/n is bleeding."

The blonde man handles your face and neck trying to find the source of the bleeding.

You pulled the blanket tighter, "I'm okay, please let me go."

Then Aizawa noticed the specks of blood on the sheets. He tugged at the blankets until you couldn't hold on any more. You were really only holding on with one good hand. You couldn't recall seeing that much emotion on his face in the past.

"Mic go get the first aid kit, now," Eraser's voice was strained and quiet but it sent the other man scattering up the stairs. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cuff. Instinctively your cradled the hand to your chest, crying for the umph-teenth time that day. The scruffy man pulled you on to his lap, cradling your head to his chest like you would a child.

"You're okay, Mic's gonna get the first aid kit and we're gonna get you all taken care of."

When it came to flight or fight involving direct confrontation, you chose the third option: freeze. You focus on your breathing as the man continued to soothe you. You could hear Mic nearly throw himself down the stairs as he made his was back to your side.

Mic was gentle with your wound, after cleaning the blood off the cuts were visibly deep but not as bad as it seemed. Aizawa told him that it looked like your thumb was dislocated and that he would fix it once the bleeding stopped.

As Hizashi continued to apply pressure you were able to hear him sniffling as he held back tears of his own. Aizawa reached over to comfort Mic as he continued his fawning over you, "You're safe, everything's okay now. We should've known that you would get scared, all by yourself down here. We won't leave you alone again, especially while you're adjusting to your new home."

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Over the Moon: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8081 (wtf this is so close to Anakin’s secret password or whatever, also WOW this is easily the longest piece I’ve ever written)

Warnings: HEAVY smut, both male and female receiving oral, unprotected sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, heavy use of the word ‘master’, dom/sub play, slight brat taming, praise and humiliation kink, edging, slight force play & restraint

A/N: Hey yalllll I’m back with another smut LMAO this is a prequel to let me take care of you, my first obi-wan smut :DD this is LONG asf and includes a small backstory but I promise the majority of it includes smut scenes lol. I hope you guys enjoy and I love your feedback!! much love <3

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You were over the moon when you found out that you would be accompanied by General Obi Wan Kenobi on your next business trip.

Literally. Quite literally, you were over the moon. You had just coincidentally flown over Centax-3 and were now in pursuit to Coruscant's surface in preparation for your oncoming journey, and you were so beyond excited that you found it hard to contain yourself around your personal guards. Just as you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you decided you had enough of the automated briefing and muted the transmitter on your arm. You were too focused on the fact that you were going to be alone with General Kenobi for an entire day.

Well, night really. You had managed to catch that part of the briefing.

You could watch it later. As you packed, perhaps. It was fine.

Feeling like a little girl as you basically pranced back to your quarters, you lugged a small bag out of your closet and began to fill it with necessities. 

Being a senator for so many years had forced you into countless situations with General Kenobi, but never such as this one. When you met the Jedi Knight in the beginning of your career, the two of you clicked almost instantly. Over time, your admiration of the man blossomed into something...different. 

Oftentimes the general would escort you from the Senate Chamber itself all the way to your office on the third floor. He had always been so well spoken and full to the brim with witty charm, enough to make you feel like a total schoolgirl when you locked yourself in your office, squealing and jumping up and down after your encounters with him. Sometimes, you would accompany Obi Wan on walks both inside and outside the building. One time, he was kind enough to show you the gardens outside the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Other times, you were simply by his side in the senate halls, holding your stomach as you just about died of laughter. It was all you could do to keep yourself from absolutely melting when he looked at you with those glittering blue eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk.

Butterflies swarmed in a vicious frenzy as you packed your bag, your cheeks so hot you thought you might explode just at the thought of General Kenobi. You looked up when you heard a soft knock at your door. “Come in,” You had said before a guard stepped inside and informed you that you were leaving earlier than the time scheduled. You nodded and rose to your feet swiftly with a polite smile.

“That’s alright, I’m already prepared.”

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The only thing you had forgotten was to finish watching the automated briefing. 

Which, arguably, should have been at the top of your list. But somehow it had just slipped from your mind. Now, you were positioned in between General Kenobi and his commander, CC-2224, but you knew him as Cody. The two men remained quiet and Obi Wan tapped through the data pad in his hand. When you glanced at Cody, you couldn’t tell what exactly he was looking at or if he even had his eyes open under his helmet, he was so quiet. Either way, you cast him a polite smile when you glanced his way.

You felt kind of awful, really. This was, on your part, a mission regarding humanitarian aid, and you were the Galactic Republic’s representative in this instance. You didn’t know anything about this planet you were traveling to, only its name - Lelroth. You didn’t know the people’s conditions nor how much territory the Separatists occupied, that is, unless the citizens had decided to stand their ground.

A clone trooper’s voice came over the intercom of the transporter. “We’ll be arriving shortly.”

You tried to peek at Obi Wan’s data pad in hopes of receiving any information. “Have you ever been to Lelroth?” You asked.

He glanced up at you. “No. Frankly, I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” You muttered quietly. His eyebrows quirked up as he stared at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You...received the briefing, correct?” He asked, and immediately your palms began to sweat.

“Of course I received the briefing.” You responded a little too defensively. He gave you a small grin before looking back down at the tablet in his hands.

You glanced over at Cody nervously as if expecting a response. You felt stupid after your eyes fell onto his yellow helmet, hearing Obi Wan step away and enter the pilot’s cabin.

“You didn’t watch the briefing, did you?” Cody asked, his voice hushed and amused.

“No.” You said. “No, I did not.”

You heard his chuckle through the moderator in his helmet as heat rose to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but smile and punch him playfully, giggling slightly. He leaned closer and began to fill you in quietly, and all jokes fell aside when you learned of the planet’s condition.

Few months prior, Lelroth had fallen under separatist control after the population had been forced under Count Dooku’s submission. The Republic Senate had been receiving reports of just about anything you could think of to describe a humanitarian crisis. You stumbled into Cody a bit as the ship landed.

“We’re here.” The pilot announced as the hatch lowered with a loud, steaming noise.

You squinted as bright sunlight poured into the cabin, raising a hand up to block the sun as Obi Wan stepped out. Lelroth’s atmosphere was thick and humid as you followed him, listening to the dirt crumble beneath your feet as you stepped out. You gazed around the enclosing woods with a small smile, the saturation taking you by surprise after being stuck on Coruscant’s smoggy surface for so long. Though it was muggy, the air felt clean and fresh as you took in a deep breath. You swore you could almost taste the moisture on your tongue.

“Preferably tomorrow morning, yes. I’ll be contacting the council tonight and…” The general’s voice came in and out of earshot as you glanced over at the assault carrier you arrived on. You watched as the clones nodded swiftly at the Jedi’s words, saluting him one last time before the hatch closed and the ship descended through the trees. It was gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.

Obi Wan sighed and pulled the data pad back out of the abyss of his dark cloak before tapping at the screen again. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?” He murmured.

You laughed slightly. “Is my presence such a bother?” The tablet still held his attention as he flashed you a grin.

“Oh, yes. That’s definitely the reason.” He joked.

A sickening feeling started to grab at your stomach after hearing Cody describe the condition on Lelroth. You were unnerved, and regardless of the fact that you had a Jedi Knight as your company, you two were members of the Galactic Republic isolated on separatist territory.

“We should get going.” You murmured. “They’ll be expecting us soon.” you watched Obi Wan pull his large hood over his head as he murmured something under his breath, stepping forward and heading deep into the thick forest with you on his tail.

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The Lelrothians were a kind people. Their reaction to your arrival with the general was rather pleasant - they went so far as to throw a feast in you and the general’s honor. After meeting with the chief of the village you would reside in, you finally got a real understanding of the Lelrothians’ situation. You and Kenobi shared a grimaced glance as the chief went on to describe the state of his village alone.

He explained how a large percentage of the newfound members in his village were forced to flee the capital city after falling under a dark hand. You assumed the state of the capital was even worse than this small village as he reported substantial amounts of depleted resources. Running water had been cut off to many families and citizens could no longer supply food on their tables. The chief even mentioned the punishments some experienced for resisting - you weren’t surprised in the nearest after hearing tales of the wicked actions of General Grievous and his clanker army, but still...it was hard to hear.

“We were neutral ground,” You gazed over the chief’s descending head tails as he spoke. Dinek Kev was a twi’lek himself, his account thick and common amongst most of his species. When you glanced around the table, there had to be over fifteen different species in just the room alone. Sullustans, Ithorians, even a few Gungans and a Wookiee occupied a seat at the table. You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the orange skin of Chief Dinek as he spoke.

“A peaceful people. Nearly everyone in this room is an immigrant or comes from one, somebody who was seeking peace. Other pacifist planets such as Mandalore seem to have been fine as they’ve remained neutral.”

“Believe me, Chief - Mandalore has been experiencing a great deal of their own internal conflict.” General Kenobi spoke.

“Forgive me, Jedi.” Dinek murmured quickly. “I’m just...desperate. I would have never taken the role of chief if it weren’t for Grievous and his army - I only want to protect my family and my home.”

You reached out and took Dinek’s hand, staring into his eyes sympathetically. “I’ll open it up for discussion in the senate as soon as I return to Coruscant. I promise you, Chief Dinek, we’re going to provide Lelroth with humanitarian aid and drive the separatists out of here.”

“I’ll speak with the council tonight.” The hood of Obi Wan’s cloak hung lazily around his neck as he murmured, stroking his beard in his typical fashion. His delicate blue eyes were glued onto his empty plate. Dinek squeezed your hand and began to thank the two of you profusely. You bit your lip, hesitant to discuss the requirements in order for any agreement to come through within the senate.

“Chief Dinek,” You started. “The villagers are going to have to learn to defend themselves.”

All you got from him in response was a simple blink,  a common reaction among those the Jedi come to aid. Most planets that fall under separatist control hold peaceful populations, those who don’t believe in waging war and therefore seeing no need for a military. You desperately wished it didn’t have to be this way. It was heartbreaking seeing simple, innocent lives dragged into the Clone Wars, and one day, you hoped that the galaxy would evolve into one where war could be completely evaded.

“Defend ourselves? You mean train us to fight?” Dinek asked.

“Yes.” You replied.

“That is why we’re here.” Obi Wan explained. The chief finally slid his hand from yours and seemed to recoil at the words spoken. “The Jedi can only aid so much, Chief. The Lelrothians need to learn to defend themselves in order to be sure of complete safety from the separatists.”

After a moment of watching the chief calculate in silence, he looked up at you two with an entirely different expression on his face. He glanced around the dim room and gazed over his people with a small smile curved upon his lips. His eyes darted to yours before Obi Wan’s as he spoke.

“You’re right. The Lelrothians are never going to evade this if we don’t take matters into our own hands.” You smiled at Dinek’s words.

“Good.” Obi Wan stroked his beard again.

“I’ll leave for Coruscant at dawn and begin discussion in the senate.” You announced.

“Yes, and that is when training will begin. Tonight I will get an idea of when reinforcements will arrive on Lelroth. We’ll have a very short timespan to train, I suspect.” The general uttered.

“General Kenobi and I will stay in contact and you’ll be the first to know the senate’s decision.” You concluded. Dinek took your hand again and smiled/ 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” As he spoke, music began to sound from the instruments held by those up on a small, makeshift stage. The villagers began to cheer and rose to their feet, clapping along to the tune that billowed out from various horns. You grinned as the chief stood and joined his people, taking a woman’s hand delicately and spinning her in delight.

You looked over at Obi Wan with a smile. He looked up at you and met your gaze with the rise of an eyebrow. “What?” He asked.

“Wanna dance?” You giggled. He merely scoffed.

“That would seem a bit unprofessional.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh, lighten up, General. They threw an entire feast in our honor, surely we can dance with them.” 

He smiled at you sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”

“C’mon. You know you want to.” You pressed, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered simply.

“Just relax. It’s not like you’ll get kicked out of the order or whatever. It’s just dancing!” He glanced up at you in his seat as you stood, grinning down at him.

“You can be very nagging, did you know that?” He asked. You offered your hand, the same stupid grin plastered onto your lips. He scoffed again and reluctantly took it, rising to his feet slowly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He muttered with a grin as you pulled him over to the crowd and were instantly submerged by cheers, laughter, and celebration, having the time of your life with Obi Wan at your side.

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The celebration soon came to an end and after a brief escort from Chief Dinek and a few of his men, you and General Kenobi arrived at the motel you would come to stay at briefly. The neon lights of the vacancy sign cast a bleached hot pink color onto the gravel beneath your feet. It crunched and crumbled as you stepped, tuning out of Obi Wan and Dinek’s conversation as you were led into the cramped lobby.

The wallpaper was faded and chipping in the room surrounding the front desk. A small Sullustan woman sat in an organically shaped velvet chair with a book open in front of her. Dinek stepped forward and quickly informed her that you and Kenobi were the reinforcements sent from Coruscant. You listened as she told the chief that there was only one room available, in which you and Obi Wan shrugged off. She thanked the two of you, passed over the room key and sent you on your way. As you trudged up the wooden stairs that led to the second floor, you heard Obi Wan sigh.

“Tired from all that dancing, General?” You chuckled. “You sure know how to get down.”

“Yes, but you on the other hand…” He trailed off, and when you looked back at him with a dramatic expression on your face, he chuckled.

You smiled and swiped the key card through the slot outside the door. “Whatever.”

The two of you didn’t think much of the fact that there was only one room available. It didn’t matter to either of you, because all motel rooms generally contain two separate beds, right?

Wrong. Apparently, all hotel rooms except this one contained two separate beds. Your jaw wanted to hang open at the sight of it, really. Obi Wan froze in his tracks when he entered the compact room.

“Not even a sofa?” you commented. The door still hung open behind you when Obi Wan turned and met your gaze almost frantically.

“There has to be a mistake.” He said.

“She said this was the only room available. Dinek said this was the only lodge in the village.” You mumbled, finally shutting the door.

“Right, well.” The general uttered and stroked his beard once again, beginning to pace as he did so. “I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll sleep on the floor, you have to train in the morning.” You watched as he traveled over to the chairs seated at a tiny round table in front of the window. They were a brilliant orange in contrast to the faded, once flamboyant green walls.

“No. The chair will do.” He said as he sunk into the cushion. “See?” He planted his feet onto the stem of the table, pushing it back so it allowed him to stretch his ankles over the surface. You only stared at him with your eyebrows raised.

“It beats the floor.” Obi Wan shrugged. You shook your head, smiling as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were facing forward, looking at the painting that hung on the wall before you. The sheets on the mattress were an ugly plaid that was laced with oranges, reds, greens and browns. It was very dated, but at the same time it almost felt...homey.

“We’re adults, aren’t we?” You chuckled. “This is only a business trip, General. Stars, if we have to we can just build a pillow wall between the two of us.”

When you didn’t get an immediate response, you glanced over at him only to see the amused expression on his face. But it was the kind of amused look that nearly belittles you and makes you feel completely and utterly ridiculous.

“Yes, and a business trip it will remain.” He uttered. “I do hope you’re joking.”

Your cheeks grew hot in flustered embarrassment. “Uh - I mean, yeah. Totally kidding.” You darted your eyes to your feet and began to swing them back and forth childishly. You heard chuckling from the general’s end but didn’t dare look over at him. You didn’t need to, you already knew he was sitting back and staring at the data pad again.

Moments passed and you had nothing else better to do than sift through the dusty magazines that sat below the bedside table. The lamp atop the metal surface cast a warm, dim yellow light through the room. It made you feel almost cozy as you flipped through the old pages, reading the articles and gazing at some of the most beautiful alien models you had ever laid eyes on. “Wish they had a holonet in here.” You muttered, bored and wishing for some kind of noise instead of this awkward silence that hung in the air.

Time continued to drag on and it grew late enough for you to decide to head into the bathroom to change your clothes. You turned the handle and listened as the faucet began to run while staring at yourself in the mirror. The general seemed grumpy after your comment, and you weren’t sure why. It was easily played off as a joke, you thought...besides, you only wanted to save him from a little back pain and stiffness in the morning.

You were only trying to be polite. And, well...you were secretly hoping for a little more than that.

As you splashed warm water onto your face, you heard Obi Wan’s voice from the other side of the door and watched as his figure cast shadows across the tile you stood on. The automated voice of Master Yoda and Master Mace Windu echoed around the small room as the general began to discuss with the council.

When you stepped out of the bathroom and crawled under the covers, you tried your best not to eavesdrop on his conversation. You stared at the magazine in your lap blankly.

All he was doing was pacing, it was rather distracting. You wished this place had a radio or something, or that it was safe enough to take a short walk. The meeting between Obi Wan and the other Jedi Masters seemed to last eons as you found your eyelids growing heavy. You stared at the cover of the magazine, it showcased a twi’lek woman posing in front of a ship. You yawned, cast it aside and allowed sleep to take over completely.

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When you woke up, it was still dark outside. The lamp beside your bed had been shut off by Obi Wan, but the one hanging above the chair he sat in remained lit as he set down the data pad with a sigh. You weren’t sure what had woken you up, and as you gazed at the general while you laid on your side, you didn’t really care. 

You could tell he was weary as he blinked slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. Glancing away, you felt slightly creepy as you stared at him for so long. But, I mean, could you really blame yourself?

After moments of silence, Obi Wan was the one to break it. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that the meeting would take so long.” His voice was deep and a bit croaky as it came out.

“It’s okay.” Was all you said as he reached for the light above him.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the bed?” You made sure it was apparent that you were joking as you smiled and chuckled, gazing at him as you did so. He paused for a moment, staring at you before his lips curved up into a grin.

“I see that pillow wall is still up for discussion?” He teased, and you laughed again.

“C’mon, it won’t bite. Besides, I’m only trying to save you from a little back pain.”

“Senator, are you implying that I’m old?” He chuckled.

“No, but I do understand that the dancing was already a step over the line for you.” You giggled, smirking. “Hurry up with that decision making please, I’m tired.”

Obi Wan laughed slightly before reaching up and turning off the light. To your disappointment, he didn’t stand up from his chair. You sighed softly and shut your eyes, letting go of the situation as you focused on falling asleep again.

Just as your mind began to wander, you felt a weight sink into the mattress beside you. Your eyes flew open as Obi Wan climbed into bed next to you, only to stare at the complete darkness that surrounded.

You grinned. “Did you change your mind?”

He sighed as he settled in. You could feel him, mere inches away from you as he relaxed. “Don’t make me regret it, Senator.”

You chuckled as darker thoughts began to consume you, reminding yourself that this was a business trip - strictly business. You wondered if Obi Wan thought the same, but you shot that down with another reality check as well.

You wanted to say something, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You were worried that Obi Wan was actually trying to sleep, and you didn’t want to disturb him, or worse - make things even more awkward like earlier. Now, more than ever, you knew you were never going to fall asleep with Obi Wan Kenobi lying next to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“I can practically feel how restless you are at the moment.” He murmured.

“Am I moving too much or is it your spooky voodoo magic?” You asked. He began to chuckle softly.

“Do you mean the Force?”

“Yeah, that.”

“It doesn’t take a Jedi to feel you staring at me.” The grin in his voice made you feel even more embarrassed as you rolled over onto your opposite side, your eyes squeezed shut.

Obi Wan hesitated for a moment before murmuring, “I never said stop, darling. I don’t mind.” His words ignited a spark that released trillions of butterflies swarming in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the gigantic smile that was forming on your lips.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” As you responded, you felt the general’s weight shift behind you.

His voice came from above you now. “Oh, you didn’t hear me clearly?” You felt his hot breath against your ear as he spoke his next sentence. “I said, I don’t mind your staring. I just wish you would stare at me when I could see you doing it.” His mumbling spiraled into your ear and descended down your body, pausing right in between your legs. You crossed them tight in instinct, nearly gasping.

“I thought you said this trip was strictly business, General.” You breathed.

“Like you said, I already crossed the line when you forced me to dance.” He joked. “Besides, I think we’ve both waited long enough for this moment.” His voice was hushed and gravelly and Stars, sexy as it rumbled into your ear. You turned until you felt his lips were hovering over yours in the darkness, the mattress creaking as you did so.

“You didn’t seem to think that way earlier.” You mumbled, a fat smirk on your face as you teased him. He sunk himself closer to you and you swore you felt his lips brush against yours for a second.

“Nobody needs to know,” He whispered. A moment of silence passed before he dove his lips into yours, drawing out a small sound of surprise from you. You felt his forearm come down beside your head and he let out the tiniest of groans. You knew this was coming judging by your previous dialogue, but you were still in shock. For a moment, you seemed to be dead weight as Obi Wan crawled on top of you. The only thing that moved was your lips against his until realization finally kicked in.

It started with your hands, which rose up swiftly to grab the sides of his face. His beard felt scratchy beneath your fingers in the best way as you hooked your legs around his waist. You had always wanted to touch him like this, to feel and move with him as your mouths were connected and one was on top of the other. It was something you could only fantasize about for the longest time until you had to tell yourself it was never going to happen. But now, it was happening.

His lips were as soft and welcoming as the pillows beneath your head as he kissed you. It was deep and passionate and almost aggressive, and that alone confirmed to you that Kenobi wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

Following your hands came your tongue as you pressed it between his lips gently, silently asking for entrance into the warm cave of his mouth. He granted permission and you felt his hand entangle in your hair when your tongues met. You sat up slightly, pushing yourself into him further as you dragged your teeth across the pink valley of his bottom lip. The grip nestled in your hair tightened in reaction and you giggled softly into him.

He tasted of fresh mint, and you found yourself wondering if he had brushed his teeth mere moments before this. He was dominating and absolutely thrilling as he rolled over, allowing you to straddle his waist and dip your chin down to his neck to leave a series of pecks down his flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” he commented, and in response you bit down slightly into his skin. He made a small startled noise in response before chuckling, abruptly flipping you onto your back. He left you breathless as his lips collided into yours again, and he groaned when you arched into him. His hands were absolutely everywhere. They ran from your jaw to your neck and then down to your forearms, back up to your shoulders and down to your breasts, down to your waist to grab at your hips...seemingly all at once.

He squeezed his fingers into the meat of your thighs and you groaned, raking your own through his hair. You felt like his touch was all you needed as your tongue slid against his. 

Darkness still engulfed the two of you. Obi Wan’s skin was on fire when he caressed you, the heat between your legs was set ablaze as he dipped his chin down, his lips traveling down your neck slowly. You wanted to see him, his face when he looked down at you, his blue eyes clouded with lust. You wanted to look into his eyes and absolutely moan his name, you wanted to -

Obi Wan’s lips left your skin just above the hem of your shirt. He paused for a moment, holding himself before you and panting. “What is it?” You asked.

“Take off your clothes.” He commanded. You felt him lean to the side and squinted when the lamp was switched on. You didn’t respond as your eyes adjusted to the light, you only peered at him rather dumbly. You watched when he dragged his tongue across his lower lip. His eyelids looked heavy when he stared down at you.

“Did I stutter?” He asked. Your heart picked up pace and you grinned when you grabbed the neckline of his robes and yanked him forward.

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You mumbled, blinking innocently. You felt your wrists fly above your head, elbows bent slightly as they tied together under an invisible grasp. You were confused for a moment as the general began to run his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your sides and traveling over your breasts briefly. It took a moment before it finally dawned on you that he was using the Force as your restraint.

He slid the fabric up ever so slowly and stared at your stomach when it was slowly revealed. He continued, his big warm hands sliding up your skin and pausing just as your breasts were revealed. He murmured something inaudible before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you down on the mattress so his lips were level with your nipples. You moaned quietly, biting your lip as he began to kiss them. Your cunt was throbbing at this point and the muscles in your arms grew tired from being in such an unfamiliar position. You shut your eyes, but all at once the sensation on your breasts was removed as Obi Wan straightened his posture and finished ripping off your shirt. It came over your head quickly and was tossed to the side as if it were nothing.

“Can I have my hands back?” You giggled, breathless as he gazed at you.

He left soft, sweet kisses on the inside of your arms, his eyes twinkling as he had you paralyzed by the Force. “Not yet.” He said, and you didn’t have time to read the expression on your face before his lips were on your breasts again. You pushed your hips up against his chest as he continued, whining as he bit down gently onto your nipples. His lips descended down the center of your stomach, leaving slow, wet kisses on your skin before pausing just above the waistline of your pants. His blue eyes finally blinked up at you, and he was smirking.

Your cunt was throbbing so damn hard you wondered if he could feel it at this point. “Please,” You breathed. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet,” Obi Wan repeated before curling his fingertips around the hem of the fabric and dragging it down your thighs.

“This...isn’t fair.” You grunted as you tried to pull your wrists from their restraint. It was no use, it felt like your arms were paralyzed in this position. Your pajama pants were now being thrown to the side just as your shirt was, and the general was leaving small pecks up the length of your legs whilst holding strong eye contact.

“Please, general - “ your cunt felt like it was on fire when he lifted his chin to look at you.

“Did you...seriously just call me ‘general’ in this setting?” He paused, chuckling.

“Well, I - “ you were flustered and frustrated at this point. “I don’t know, what should I call you?!” You had snapped. He only grinned with a shrug before he continued, pulling at your skin with his teeth. 

He dug his fingers into your sides, and in between slow kisses, he said, “Doesn’t matter...whatever feels...most...comfortable.”

You thought about it for a moment. Yeah, you supposed referring to him as General Kenobi was a bit strange as he was actively stripping you of your clothing. But it still didn’t feel right calling him Obi Wan, either. You weren’t sure why.

Your wrists were finally released as his lips reached the corner of your inner thigh just below your flaming heat. Your panties still hugged your hips when Kenobi glanced up at you, seeming like he had forgotten to hold your arms in place.

Without giving him any chance of reaction, you slid out from under him and pounced on him like a fucking animal. You giggled and he shared your smile as you sat on him and began to rid him of his robes.

Once they were off and you finally got to shower every possible centimeter of his skin with kisses, but he was quick to flip you back over so you were trapped beneath him again. You struggled to get atop of him with a grunt, but it was useless. He was already pinning your wrists to the sheets again and barricading you with his own weight. 

“Behave.” Again, his voice rumbled right into your ear, hot and thick as he nipped at your earlobe. In response you arched your back into him and whined, digging your fingernails into his back.

“Let me touch you - “ you grunted. “I want to...to make you feel good. I can make you feel so good, Master.” You moaned, letting the words fall from your mouth without even a second thought. In an instant, his fingers were around your chin and you were being forced to look into his pretty eyes.

“What did you call me?” He asked.

You giggled. “You heard me.” 

A minute went by before he moved his hand from your chin downwards, slowly tightening around your neck. “Say it again.” You smiled and tilted your head back, shutting your eyes and moaning the word again.

“Master.”

He let out a sound similar to a growl before he rolled over, positioning yourself on top of his lap. You could feel his large erection beneath you, and it was in the perfect spot as you rolled your hips forward and crouched down, allowing your lips to meet his.

He kissed you aggressively, placed one hand on the back of your head and forced you into him while the other snaked underneath the fabric of your panties, finding your clit almost instantly. You whimpered against his lips and continued to grind against his cock before using your own hands to remove yourself from the barricading fabric. 

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you. He grabbed your chin again and forced your lips to part, staring at you with dark eyes and a wicked grin as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your lower lip. “So desperate for it, aren’t you?” He mumbled. 

You huffed and tossed your underwear to the side before pressing your lips against his ear and murmuring, “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Master?”

He grunted and moved his hands to your hips, forcing them down onto his cock. You rocked them forward, letting the tip slide over your clit and through your slick folds with a moan. Fuck, this felt good. You lapped at his earlobe and giggled before continuing. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel when you put it in, so warm and wet and tight - “

“You’ll want to shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work.” He growled, and a wild grin spread over your face before you positioned him below your entrance. 

You took him in slowly with a long moan and straightened you back, your breasts high and prominent for him to see. “Fuck,” you moaned. Your eyebrows furrowed as he filled you up.

Obi Wan grunted. “Stars, can’t you go any quicker?” He was frustrated as you giggled again.

“I think this feels fucking good.” You moaned again. “Your cock is so - “ you were cut off by his hand on your throat, forcing him down to his own face. He didn’t say anything, just silently forced your lips against his. It made you lose control of your pace, plunging down onto his entire length at once, drawing moans from both of you as you kissed.

“That’s better.” He mumbled against you. “Now do it again.”

You brought your hips up once more and slithered your tongue into his mouth, allowing them to fall back down, your cunt swallowing him whole in one stroke. Just as you started to kiss his neck again, you were flipped onto your back for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Would you just let me - “ The familiar grip on your chin cut you off, and your eyes were forced into his. With his other hand, he brought your knees to your chest and positioned himself at your entrance. He absolutely rammed himself inside of you without any issues, and your eyes widened when you gasped. 

“I thought...I told you...to behave.” Obi Wan grunted in between his thrusts. Your fingers found their grip in the sheets beside you. Your back arched and you moaned while he pumped himself in and out of your wet cunt.

“If this is what I get for misbehaving…” you panted, tears pricking at your eyes from them being shut so tight. “...then I guess I’ll have to do it more often.”

General Kenobi let out a low groan as he continued thrusting into you, remaining his quick, hard rhythm. Your eyes met his as the two of you moaned, and his hand found its way back into the roots of your hair as he muttered, “Say it.”

“Master,” you mewled as he tugged on your hair, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he thrusted into you. “Master, your cock feels so good - “ his thumb was on your lip again when he interrupted you.

“Such filthy words coming from this pretty little face,” he murmured. “You like being dirty, don’t you? You enjoy being choked when you misbehave, hmm?”

You didn’t respond, your eyebrows only curved up when you moaned. His hips rolled forward and his cock was still sliding in and out of your folds. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Master.” Your hand released its grip on the sheets and traveled down in between your legs to gently play with your clit, but Obi Wan stopped you, removing your wrist sharply.

“If you want it, beg for it.” He said slowly.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Please play with it - Master, please just touch my clit and…” you trailed off with whine as you felt his thumb slowly circling around it, agonizingly slow and so, so hot. You whimpered and rolled your head back into the pillow, tangling your hair against the cotton.

“Does that feel good, darling? Tell me how it feels.”

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” You panted, your eyes squeezing shut again. “It feels so fucking good, I might...I might cum,” you continued in between whimpers and moans. “Master - please let me cum.”

“Good girl.” He rasped before removing his thumb completely. You let out a sob as he pulled his length out from you, watching as he began to stroke himself when he lowered his head between your legs. “Such a good girl, asking for my permission.” He murmured before sliding his tongue up your heat ever so slowly, stopping at your clit to circle around it.

You whined, bucking your hips against him, grinding on his face as you babbled. “Fuck...this feels so good, your tongue, shit, I want your cock again - “

“You’ll have to wait for it,” he mumbled against you. Whining, you sat up and propped yourself on your elbows as you panted. You were a mess, and you continued to plead with him until he had enough of it and grabbed you by your shoulders. He forced you onto the floor, sitting on your knees as he sat on the mattress in front of you.

“If you won’t shut your mouth, I’ll just have to do it for you.” He muttered before pushing your head down onto his large cock. You let out a satisfied moan and made sure he was staring at you, remaining eye contact. You lifted a hand to stroke the base as your tongue swirled slowly around the tip, bobbing your head back and forth steadily.

Obi Wan moaned and shut his eyes. “Stars.” He murmured.

You released the tip with an audible pop, allowing a string of drool to fall from the edge of your lower lip. “It feels good, doesn’t it Master?” You planted your tongue to the base of his shaft and slooooowly dragged it up prior to rolling it over the tip and taking him into your mouth again. His breath hitched in his throat.

“You’re so filthy, do you know that? You’re so...good at this, you must have...had - practice...Stars, pretty girl...how are you so good at this?” He mumbled, grunting and moaning between the words that spilled from his mouth.

Again, his shaft left your mouth and you spit on your palm before using it to stroke him up and down. You blinked at him all innocent and doe-like. “I like it when you talk to me like that. Will you cum on my face, Master?”

Obi Wan blinked and grunted, thrusting his hips up into your palm. “You’re obscene.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” You planted a kiss on his tip before gliding your hands along his thighs and rising to your feet. You leaned forward and lifted his chin using your index and middle finger, smiling. “You like seeing me like this. You like making me your dirty little slut, don’t you, Master?” You blinked again and smiled sweetly before swinging your leg around his lap, straddling him.

He was absolutely mesmerized. “Don’t give me that look.”

You did it again, smiled softly. “Or what?” You challenged.

Just as your cunt was about to swallow his length again, you were thrown onto your back strongly and the general’s hand was once again tightened around your neck. His lips were on your ear and his fingers were dancing around your clit as he rammed himself inside of you. Your eyes filled with tears when you cried out, savoring the sudden sensations engulfing you. You moaned, feeling your voice vibrate against his hand.

“I like punishing you, you know.” His voice was low, and you moaned as he licked your ear. “You’re such a good girl when you want to be.”

“This isn’t...much of a punishment.” You grunted. He bit down onto your earlobe and you whimpered.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten to that part yet.” He rasped into your ear. His pace quickened and his fingers felt glorious against your clit. Your movements synced with his perfectly. You could feel yourself quickly approaching your climax as he kissed the skin on your neck, hitting all the perfect places when he pumped into you. It was as if he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it.

You felt yourself caving in and desire dripped from your tongue as you moaned, “I’m gonna cum.” Just as the words fell, everything stopped. Obi Wan’s fingers and his cock left your cunt all at once, and you let out a cry just before his eyes met yours.

“Like I said before,” his lips brushed against your own as he purred into your mouth. “We hadn’t gotten there yet.”

You already had come down almost completely from your previous euphoric state when his fingers glided inside of you. You writhed and moaned under his touch and Stars, this man sure knew who to put his hands to work. When he lowered his lips back down to your clit, you thought you would just about lose your mind. “Fuck.” You moaned. “Please, Master. Let me finish.” You pleaded.

“Quiet.” He muttered before continuing. You obeyed and only continued to moan under his force, biting your lip and rocking your hips against his face as he pleasured you. His free hand slithered up your body and intertwined his fingers with your own as he worked in between your legs. You squeezed his hand so hard that you thought it would just about snap off. Obi Wan finally paused, blinking up at you from in between your legs.

“Are you going to behave now, darling?” He asked, still slowly working his fingers in and out of your cunt as he spoke. You nodded quickly.

“Say it.”

“Y-yes. I’m going to behave, I-I’ll be a good girl for you.” You said then added, “Master.” The general chuckled before instructing you to get on your elbows and knees, to which you obliged and rested your front end onto a cushy pillow. You arched your back, ass raised, and giggled when you received a slap on your ass before Kenobi positioned himself.

He grabbed at and pulled your hair, raising your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. He planted a kiss onto your temple before murmuring, 

“Pretty, pretty girl.”

Then, he rammed into you so hard and unexpectedly that you gasp and cry out his name. He clearly doesn’t catch it, and you shut your eyes as a single tear falls, continuing to cry out and whimper beneath him. Fuck, it’s amazing, and it’s everything you had ever fantasized it would be. You swear you see stars as he continues, pumping in and out of you again, again, and again...this position seems so much better than before, you thought. His grip is so tight on your hips that you think it may leave bruises, but hell, you love it. You want him to leave marks on you.

You think of all the times before that were filled with nothing but harmless flirting and charm. Now, everything will be different. You giggled at the thought of changing in the morning and seeing the bruises he left on your skin. You could feel yourself approaching your climax just at the thought of knowing that in this moment, you were his.

You almost didn’t want it to end, but you were so desperate to finish after having it ripped from you at the very edge. You were sweating, panting, and groaning the word “Master,” over and over again. “I’m gonna cum,” you said heavily.

“Go ahead.” Obi Wan seemed to gasp. Another tear fell down your cheek and you cried out louder than ever before as you crashed down onto him, all around him, everywhere. Absolutely fucking everywhere, and if it weren’t for the Jedi’s weight holding you up, you would’ve collapsed down into the mattress already. It hit like a fucking train wreck, and he remained his steady pace as your walls closed in onto his cock. You assumed he could feel your shaking, and when your breath heaved in and out of your lungs as you slumped against the pillow beneath you, you smiled a lazy smile.

The sound of Obi Wan Kenobi grunting and letting out a long, high-pitched moan as he came undone inside of you was just about the sexiest thing in the entire galaxy. He collided into the bed beside you, panting as he stared at the ceiling. You finally allowed your hips to fall and rested on your stomach, you head turned to face him. Beads of sweat rolled across his skin when he looked at you, and your thighs still quivered against the sheets.

He dragged two of his fingers softly underneath your chin. “Beautiful,” was all he could make out as he huffed beside you. You shut your eyes, that lazy smile still plastered to your face.

“Do you...think anybody heard us?” You asked, opening your eyes again. You gazed over his beard and his strong features as he peered at you.

“Oh, without a doubt.” He began to chuckle.

“Whoops.” You giggled. He rolled over and pressed his lips to yours briefly before responding.

“If I’m being honest, I really couldn’t care any less.” His voice was husky when he smiled as you pulled him back down, kissing him again and again until you fell asleep in your blissful state.

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