#and if he loves her‚ then he'll have to accept that there are times when she isn't going to be able to provide or receive affection

[authorhjk1]

May I request Yoona in green pls? Those hips, that peach, that bod, everything is perfect she makes you want to just devour her whole…in a good way.

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Green

(Yoona X Male Reader) Word count: 3265 words

"Have fun, honey."

You read your mom's text after telling her you are going to spend the night at a friend's house. Putting your phone back into your pocket you cross the road. Your hand shakes a little in excitement when you ring the doorbell. The sound of heels clicking on marble floor reaches your ears. Then they seem to stop right in front of the door. The milky glass enables you to make out a silhouette behind the door.

When it swings open you're greeted by Im Yoona. Your teacher.

"Hello, Ms. Im."

And your friend's mother.

"Hello, honey. Are you here for my son?"

"Yeah. I planned on sleeping over tonight."

You try to look nonchalant, but you notice your voice betraying you a little. You know it's wrong and yet you have fantasized about your friend's hot mom a million times. The fact that she's your teacher makes it even worse. In a good and in a bad way.

"Oh? He didn't mention anything."

"Typical."

You joke and Ms. Im cracks a laugh.

"I swear he got this from my husband."

She steps out of the way to let you inside.

"Please come in. He isn't home yet though."

"He isn't?"

You take your shoes off and follow her into the house.

"No, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."

As you walk after her your eyes naturally wander towards Ms. Im's perfect backside. Her most attractive feature is definitely her face and she has an amazing body to go with that, but seeing her ass in that tight green skirt has you thinking all kinds of things. You know you shouldn't think them. She's your teacher. Your friend's mother.

"Anything to drink, sweetheart?"

You feel something tingle inside of you whenever she addresses you with these teasing nicknames. You know she is just doing it to her son's friend and she has been doing it for years. But you wish she would see you as someone on her level.

"I would... I would like a water, please."

"Water?"

She chuckles as she walks into the open kitchen.

"I can't remember the last time my son drank water. He's always after something sweet. Please, make yourself comfortable."

She motions towards the couch in the living room and you don't plan on ignoring her offer. As you sit down you watch her preparing a glass of water. She's facing you and once again you can clearly see the face that always distracts you during class. Just like earlier today. That small, but warm smile and the always loving and caring gaze she seems to carry around everywhere.

"It's a hot day today. You should really be drinking a lot."

You quickly pretend like you were not staring when Ms. Im looks up and walks around the counter towards you.

"It really is."

You accept the glass with both hands.

"Thank you."

Ms. Im sits down next to you on the couch and you're both frightened and excited. Your gorgeous teacher is sitting so close to you, her knee almost touching yours.

You watch her reaching for the hand cream on the coffee table and you nervously take a sip.

"So, what are you boys up to today?"

"Homework."

You reply, which earns you a hearty laugh.

"You're such a sweet talker, mister."

Ms. Im playfully slaps your leg. You feel your cheeks heating up and you would've loved to feel her hand on your thigh just for a second longer.

"For real, though. Anything interesting in mind?"

She glances over at you with an encouraging smile on her lips.

"I was serious."

You chuckle.

"But apart from that we thought about going out later."

"Anywhere specific?"

The slight hint of hidden curiosity doesn't escape you. As much as you would love the idea of Ms. Im being insecure about you going out, you know it's just wishful thinking. She's just curious because of her son.

"A friend of ours has the house to herself for the weekend."

"Oh, I see."

You continue to glance at her hands as Ms. Im is applying the hand cream to her skin. Until now you never thought of fingers or hands as explicitly attractive parts of a person's body. But the way the white cream is partially covering her skin makes you shift around a little.

"And I'm sure your mom knows what you've planned?"

She gives you a cheeky, but knowing smile. One that warms your heart. You know that she is pretty chill about parties and all that. And of course you could lie, but you don't want to get caught the next time the two of them talk.

"Not exactly."

Ms. Im laughs again.

"Teenagers."

She continues to massage the cream into her skin. You would've loved to correct her. You're not a teenager, you're a man. But you know she'd just give you an amused laugh.

"Can't blame you though. I was once your age as well."

Your breath hitches when Ms. Im leans closer. Her smile widens a little and you know she caught on to that.

"It's gonna be our little secret."

She winks and smiles at you and you have the desperate urge to excuse yourself and head to the bathroom.

Ms. Im then ups the ante by placing her hand on your thigh.

"I hope you're able to keep it."

Suddenly you have the feeling she isn't talking about the party anymore. You try your best to stay calm and look into her eyes. Not just because you want to seem confident, but also because you're very aware of the fact that you can see her black bra shimmer through her green top. Earlier in class today it only seemed like imagination, but now when she sits so close, it's clear that it's definitely real.

"But you know me. I'm not the best in keeping my mouth shut."

Only now you notice how her tone has switched from warm to seductive. You don't know when it happened.

"I'm little chatter box."

You bite your lip. You pray that you're not dreaming. Is she really hinting at the thing you've been thinking about since she opened the door?

"I don't think you're that bad."

"Oh, really?"

Ms. Im's smile continues to play around her lips as she raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah."

You look away. Out the window. Looking at her is starting to become too much.

"Oh, please. You're probably the person who knows the most of my son's embarrassing childhood moments. Even the ones he doesn't know himself."

The mention of your friend makes you remember that this his mom. That this is wrong. You shouldn't even be entertaining the thought of his mother wanting something from you.

But when you turn your head again to look at her, you catch Ms. Im looking down at your body, her teeth biting her lower lip. You glance down as well. Wearing a white shirt on such a hot day was a mistake. Even without moving much you're sweating. Or maybe it's because of her? The fabric is sticking to your well toned body.

"But I think you could help me."

"H-Help you?"

You see her having to repress a laugh at your nervousness.

"Yes. Help me."

By now she's almost whispering into your ear.

Then you feel two of her fingers slowly moving towards your crotch on your thigh. As if they're walking.

"If we share a secret, a very important one, I'm sure I can learn how to not tell anyone."

You know that she didn't mean anyone. She didn't mean your mother. She meant her husband. And your friend.

"I-I'm not sure about this."

You say that, but you're mentally kicking yourself.

"Just go with it!"

Your inner thoughts scream at you.

"Trust me, handsome. No one will ever find out."

Once the last word has left her lips, Ms. Im's fingers have reached the zipper of your jeans.

You finally manage to look into her eyes. A mixture of lust, excitement and amusement meets you.

"Oh oh."

She says as if it was an accident.

Your breath catches in your throat as she keeps eye contact. The noise of her opening your zipper is the only sound in the room. Both if you don't dare to breathe for a second.

Then, Ms. Im reaches into your pants. You feel her fingers search for a moment. You aren't wearing underwear and soon her fingers wrap around your length.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, which makes her smile.

"You never had a handjob before?"

Carefully shaking your head, you hope this will turn into more than a handjob.

Ms. Im takes your cock out of your jeans and looks down on it.

"Not bad. More than I usually deal with."

Her wicked grin and another teasing bite of her lip makes you shiver. Did she just tell you you're bigger than her husband? Your friend's dad?

"Do you like this?"

You can only nod as she strokes your length. She's doing it very slowly, almost too slowly. But you're sure she knows that all too well. Ms. Im always likes to tease. And it seems like she doesn't mind doing it with your cock in her hand as well.

"Want me to go a little faster?"

There it is. The innocent tone of her voice makes you even more desperate.

"Yeah."

Your voice sounds hoarse now.

"Say please."

Her whisper makes you bite your lip.

"Please, Ms. Im."

"That's a good boy."

You can't believe this is happening. Your head rolls back when your teacher picks up the pace a little.

"So nice..."

She murmurs and then looks you directly in the eyes.

"And so thick."

Your cock twitches in her hand, which only widens her smile.

"So you like it when someone compliments your cock?"

"I-I guess so."

"You guess?"

Ms. Im shakes her and you notice her teacher face appearing.

"Don't guess. You know, or you don't know. Do you guess when you take an exam?"

That'd be a yes, but you feel too good to ruin this right now.

"No. I like it."

"That's what I thought."

Ms. Im reaches for the bottle of hand cream once more.

"Do you want me to continue then? Do you want me to admire and praise your dick?"

She is saying that with such a nonchalant and innocent tone. It makes you buck your hips up into her hand.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Her smirk makes you melt further into the couch. Especially when she lets the bottle hover over your cock.

"I'm gonna have to empty this all over your cock. It's so big I won't be able to pleasure you properly otherwise."

You sigh when you feel the cold cream fall onto your tip.

"That's it."

Ms. Im begins to spread it all over your cock as she continues to talk. "I have to admit, your dick really looks nice. Long and thick...and look at those veins. I bet I'd feel every inch of you if you were pounding me."

The dirty talk alone is already challenging for you. Ms. Im talking about talking your cock is even worse. She continues to stroke you, which means you don't even get a break. Her cream is completely covering your cock now. She has picked up her pace again and the white substance sticks to her fingers and parts of your length.

"And with a cock like that? Your cum must taste amazing."

You watch her lick her lips which almost does it for you. If it weren't for the sound of the front door opening. Your eyes grow wide, but before you can even move, Ms. Im has already thrown a blanket over your lap.

It's the person you've been waiting for.

"Hey, mom."

He sees you sitting next to her.

"Hi, man. Sorry for being late."

"It's all good."

You know you sound weird. But it's hard to talk if your friend's mom is stroking your cock while he's standing right there.

"I'll take a quick shower and then I'm ready to go."

"Take your time."

This is the first time in your life that you really mean those words.

"He's right, honey."

Ms. Im looks into your eyes while her son walks out the room.

"Take your time."

Her handjob becomes quicker under the blanket and before you can say something about getting closer towards your limit, she places a finger over her lips, shushing you.

The two of you hear the lock of the bathroom door click. Then the shower starts.

"Come wit me."

Her devilish smile makes you expect the worst, but you still get up. Not just because you want to feel more of her body, but because she is holding onto your cock.

"Now..."

Ms. Im has reached the bathroom door.

"If you can keep it together until he's done, you can do whatever you want with me."

You swallow hard. Not sure what she is hinting at, but you nod your head in agreement.

"Which implies your chance of deciding where to dump your load as well of course."

Ms. Im gives you another wink.

Your breath hitches when you watch her reach down and take her panties off. She keeps the skirt on, but the black lace disappears into the right pocket of your jeans.

"Take me."

She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Take me hard."

Too stunned to speak, you stay in place while Ms. Im turns around. She places her hands on the white wood of the door and slightly bends over.

"Come on. I've caught you staring at me thousands of times. I know you've fantasized about this exact moment. Put your cock in my pussy and your dreams will become reality."

You hesitate only a second and then you step closer. With a shaking breath you let your cock disappear underneath her skirt.

"Oh god."

A whisper escapes you when you feel her wet folds against your tip.

"Yes, right there. That's where your huge cock belongs."

You push into your friend's mom, penetrating the tight walls of her pussy. Your hands find themselves on her naked waist as you try to hold onto something. Her insides overwhelm you as you push deeper. A groan escapes your mouth when you bottom out inside of Ms. Im and you almost fall over, your legs shaking.

"God, yes. Fill me up."

She moans against the door and despite the running water you're afraid your friend is gonna hear her. That's why you want to take it slow, but you can't control yourself. Within a matter of seconds you thrust in and out of her at a quick pace, leaving Ms. Im a moaning mess.

"Deeper. Harder."

She half whispers, half moans. Her hands hold onto the wood for support as you basically fuck her against it. You pull her hips back whenever you push forward, making her take your entire cock.

"Fuck. You are stretching me out so well. Your cock is amazing."

Her breathless sighs and moans makes it harder for you to keep your composure.

You still can't believe your fucking your teacher, your friend's mom, while he's showering on the other side of the door. It feels wrong and you think you should stop. But you also know that it's too late to turn around. You already had a taste of Ms. Im's pussy by now and you are sure you won't be able to live without it from now on.

"Keep going, yes."

Her moans begin to increase in volume.

"Ruin this pussy, baby."

You decide to silence her, afraid she might get you caught. Even over the running shower you can clearly hear her.

"Make me your-"

As much as you would've loved to know the ending to that sentence, your hand seals her mouth right before she finishes it. Your other hand still holds her waist and now you are able to fuck her a little harder.

Ms. Im moans into your hand. You feel her drooling onto your palm a little as the pleasure overwhelms her. Unfortunately, you become louder as well. Your grunts increase in volume as you near your end and the continuous thrusting makes you grow tired. You know it won't be long until the shower stops running. It can only be a matter of minutes.

Afraid you might not last that long, you lean forward and rest your lips right next to Ms. Im's ear. If these are your final moments, you might as well say everything you ever wanted to say to her.

"You're so fucking sexy."

You groan into her mouth while your cock plunges deeper into her snatch.

"I dream about fucking you in your class constantly."

Ms. Im moans into your hand in response as if she's challenging you to do it the next time you're in her class.

"Whenever you lecture us about anything I just wanna shut you up by putting my cock in your mouth."

You feel yourself getting closer towards your orgasm. Your rhythm starts to become irregular.

"I-fuck..."

You feel Ms. Im's tight pussy hugging you even more, making it even harder to move inside of her.

"I want to cover your face with my cum. Make you look like the slut I always imagined you to be."

It hits you in that exact moment that this really isn't your imagination anymore. This is real. Your inside Ms. Im's pussy. You're fucking her. Her walls are threatening to make you cum.

That's when the shower stops. You only realize the water is off a couple of seconds later. Instinctively, you let go of Ms. Im's mouth and slow down. Which proves to be difficult, because by now you really are right on the edge.

But instead of pushing you off of her and leading you away, Ms. Im just turns her head and looks at you. Her eyes are filled with lust and you catch her lower lip quivering.

"Do it."

She whispers.

"Do it right now."

You don't understand at first, but when she placed a hand your abdomen and pushes you a step back, you realize what she means. Your cock slowly leaves her tight cavern, her juices making it easy for you to slide out. Once she isn't filled anymore, Ms. Im turns around fully. She gives you another deep kiss and then looks into your eyes.

"Now make me look like the slut that I am."

She gets on her knees right in front of you. Your breath hitches. Ms. Im wraps her hand around your cock once more. Instead of her cream, it's her juices that make it a smooth handjob. It only takes her a couple of strokes to push you over the edge.

The only thing you see before you have to close your eyes is Ms. Im on her knees, eyes closed and lips firmly pressed together, waiting for you to shower her with your cum. Your orgasm hits harder than ever before. You almost lose your balance. You feel your built up load leave your body.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, you look down at a cum covered Ms. Im. Her lips and nose got hit with the most of your semen, while her closed eyes and one cheek got some of it as well.

You let out a deep breath, too tired, too baffled to say anything.

Then the klick of the door lock echoes in your head.

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Hi everyone!

This is chapter number 50! I can't believe I actually wrote this many colour chapters already. And I keep getting more and more requests. My list of chapters that I am going to write has already surpassed the 150 mark. So stay tuned for the next chapters!

[layla4567]

A pleasent mistake

Bob!reynolds x fem!reader

Summary: A mission goes terribly wrong, after accidentally inhaling a strange substance you and Bob will look at each other differently.

Warnings: smut/filthy, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, p in v, porn with (barely?) plot, Jack off, Y/n use, curse words, possible grammatical mistakes, fingering, slightly mention of drugs/past adiction, making out, praising (M and F recieving), hair pulling (M recieving)

Word count: 5k

You shouldn't have suggested that, if you hadn't opened your mouth none of this would have happened.

That afternoon when you and the group were preparing for a mission, you hesitantly and timidly suggested that Bob accompany you.

Bob. The man who couldn't fight or defend himself unless he was in his Sentry form. Bob, the one who apologized for hitting someone, even if they were an enemy. Yes, that Bob.

When those words came out of your mouth everyone froze in place and turned to look at you slowly as if you had said something stupid, even the one mentioned.

"I hope you're joking," John said sarcastically.

You were about to open your mouth when Ava's voice interrupted you.

"Come on Y/n, we don't have time for this..."

Not believing your words, the group headed for the elevator while you stood there, not knowing whether to explain yourself or not. Bob, who was sitting in an armchair reading, got up to go to your side to help you.

"Uh guys, Y/n didn't finish talking..."

You looked at him gratefully as the team turned to look at you impatiently. You gulped nervously.

"I... meant it. I think Bob can be useful to us on this mission"

"How?" Walker asked incredulously.

You pressed your lips together to avoid answering with some gag irony, "I don't know yet, but he'll be with me all the time, I'll keep an eye on him."

Then you quickly turned to see Bob and took his hand. He looked at it shyly, then fixed his eyes on you, expectant. "But what do you think? The decision is yours. I just thought it would be good for you to get out of the tower for a bit. I know how much you love helping others."

Bob could see the slightly disapproving and suspicious glances from behind your shoulder. He looked down at his feet, thoughtful. He wanted so badly to go with you and help, but he was afraid of messing things up. How could he be useful? He didn't know how to fight, much less defend someone just being Bob. But your small handshake gave him the courage he needed.

"Uhm I think.. I can go with you guys, I mean, I would like to.."

Bob gave you a small smile, and you returned it while the others pouted in disagreement. The only one who accepted this suggestion was Yelena, who raised her hands in the air to get everyone's attention. "Fine, but you must swear that you will stay by Y/n's side and follow her orders at all times, okay?"

Bob nodded several times "Got it"

And honestly? He had no problem following that advice because he loved being stick to you.

And there they were now, gathered in a building, under a ventilation duct. Ava had already taken care of disabling all the alarms and security cameras. You looked up at the duct, thinking of a plan.

"John help me up, Bob you will come behind me"

Walker reluctantly complied, clasping his hands together for your footing. As he did, John gave you a shove upward, and at just the right moment, you grabbed the edge of the duct and began to climb. The same thing happened with Bob.

"Okay guys, we'll wait for you near the lab and tell you what to do" Yelena said through the earpiece.

Once inside the narrow tube, the two of you had to twist and turn to fit through, You were leading the way, and Bob followed closely behind, giving him a nice view of your rear end. Of course, he was trying to concentrate and look at the floor, not your asset. It wasn't as much of a problem for you; you were used to it, but Bob, who had never been on a mission with you before, had a hard time. His massive muscles barely fit inside the tube, and he was constantly straining to avoid hitting the walls. But he kept complaining.

"Ow!"

Without stopping or looking back, you scolded him, "Bob! Don't make so much noise or we'll get discovered- Ah!"

A slap on your butt made you gasp, Bob had accidentally bumped his head into it from looking down.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!!"

Blushing and a little nervous you replied "No worries, but be more careful next time"

"Y-yeah, yeah!"

Finally, to the relief of both of them, after that awkward moment, they reached the end of the duct. But little did they both know that this wouldn't be the only awkward moment. A trapdoor in the floor indicated where they should go down. With a screwdriver you took from your pocket, you began carefully removing the cover. Without any problems, you descended into a Black Widow pose, precise and silent as a feather. Suddenly, you heard a woman's voice in your earpiece.

"Such a poser..."

"How do you know I posed on the way down?"

"It's so obvious of you..."

You smiled, rolling your eyes, and waited for Bob to come down. Unfortunately, he wasn't as flexible as you, and when he tried to descend the duct, his leg got caught and he fell on his face, almost tripping over you.

"Bob!" you whispered in a not so low voice, alarmed

He stood up awkwardly, grabbing your arms for balance. You asked him if he was okay, and he, a bit uncertain, said yes.

"What the hell is that noise?" Yelena asked in your ear.

"It was nothing, a small stumble. Where to now, Yelena?"

The blonde was constantly talking to both of you through the earpiece to guide them through the exact right corridors to the lab. The hallways weren't completely dark; a small, dimly lit bulb hung from their heads, but it wasn't enough to see clearly. When they reached the right door, they saw a coded pattern on the frame. Luckily, the Russian knew the password, and after entering the correct numbers, the door opened with a chilling creak.

If you complained about the dark room, it was worse. There wasn't a single light on. In the pitch darkness, the only thing that provided a glimmer of light were the city lights visible through a large window in the pitch black. You took a flashlight out of your fanny pack and started exploring the place, Bob always clinging to your side like a lost puppy.

"So, what exactly should we look for, again?"

Yelena's metallic voice answered you immediately: "DNA samples, more precisely a vial with a green liquid inside."

Her words weren't very helpful. "Well, that's a bit of a vague answer, don't you think? How big is the vial?"

You could hear her grumbling through the earpiece and you suppressed a chuckle. "Thin, tall, and with a tag that says fragile. Are you happy now?"

"Very much, thank you" you said in a honeyed voice, teasing her

Having understood your mission, the two of you searched all the tables filled with strange vials and syringes containing samples. Bob, who hadn't brought a flashlight, tried not to trip while clumsily groping in the air with his hands like a blind man. Several times he bumped his knee on a table or chair, apologizing every so often. You, for your part, were searching a nearby table, closely looking for that blessed vial. With a triumphant smile, you grabbed the one Yelena had told you about.

"Hey Bob I-!"

Suddenly, a sound of breaking glass startled you. Bob had once again crashed into the table with such force that he had moved it, knocking over several bottles of strange liquids. He was mortally embarrassed and apologized as many times as he could. Sighing in annoyance, you trotted to his side, seeing the mess on the floor.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" he said distressedly

Even in the darkness, you could see his face contorted in a sad, worried expression that broke your heart. You placed both of your hands on his biceps in a motherly manner. "Hey, calm down. It's not your fault. You did really well for your first time." You smiled at him, even though you weren't sure if he could see you.

You didn't want him to feel bad or useless, because it was important to him to help and feel valuable. He seemed to be calmed by the way his body relaxed in your hands.

"Come on, I already found what we were looking for, let's go"

But before the two of you could take a step, a strong smell enveloped you, making you wrinkle your noses. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but it was very strong and had a slight hint of sulfur. You both looked in surprise at where the jars had broken and noticed the expanding orange puddle. You bent down, and being careful not to cut yourself on the glass, you dipped a finger in the liquid and brought it to your nose. Aside from the sulfur smell, there was a sweetish smell in the background, but you couldn't tell what it was.

"What the fuck is this?" You whispered

"Is it poisonous?" Bob asked worriedly.

"Mmh I don't think so, But I don't like the idea of ​​having inhaled this strange substance either"

You brought your hand to the earpiece and asked "Lena?"

"Yeah? Do you already have the vial?"

"Yes but... Do you have any idea what is manufactured in this laboratory? Or what things they experiment with?"

"I'm not sure, I think with exotic plants or something, but what does it matter, Why?"

"Nevermind, we're coming with you."

You grabbed Bob's hand to walk back the way you had come when you noticed he was suspiciously still, and not only that, his hand was sweating profusely. You wiped your hand, startled, and walked over to him, pointing the flashlight at him.

"Bob what the hel-?!"

In the flashlight, his pale face was slightly pink and sweaty, as if the heater had been turned on. His mouth was half-open, breathing shallowly, and his dilated pupils looked like a black hole. Bob couldn't keep his gaze still, moving from your eye to the other, looking at you as if he were seeing you for the first time. He looked disoriented.

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

You placed a hand on his cheek to check if he had a fever, but when he felt your touch, he flinched with a low moan and quickly pulled away like a frightened animal. You had already noticed that his face was hot anyway. Bob noticed his gesture and said embarrassedly

"Sorry! I- I don't know what's wrong with me, I-I suddenly feel very hot"

How strange, the place seemed quite cool, which contrasted greatly with Bob's skin. You turned around with your hands on your hips, scanning the lab for a thermostat. Your eyes, and his, had already adjusted to the darkness. What you didn't know was that Bob was feeling hot in another sense of the word, and it was evident by the way his eyes blatantly rested on your butt, dressed in that tight suit you decided to wear that day. He knew it was wrong to be nosy, but for some reason, he couldn't tear his gaze away as he nervously played with his fingers and the sleeve of his jacket.

You turned around and he quickly fixed his gaze on your face, you didn't seem to notice anything "Well, it seems there's no thermostat around here, let's go back to the team, they'll know what to do..."

Bob was suspiciously following you, and when the two of you were about to walk out the door, you suddenly stopped dead in your tracks. Your clothes now felt strangely tight and suffocating. You leaned a hand on the wall to steady yourself while you moved your collar aside with a finger. Bob, at your side, asked you what was wrong, and you told him that you were starting to feel hot too. But it wasn't just that suffocating sensation; your mouth also felt a little dry, and the presence of the brown-haired man at your side made your breathing agitated.

"This room has something..." you said breathlessly

You took off your suit jacket to cool off in the heat, leaving on a sleeveless T-shirt while Bob watched you, lightly biting his lip and breathing with his mouth open. You could see it now, in the way he looked at you, with those big, dilated eyes, wanting something from you. You touched your forehead and noticed that it was not only hot but you were also sweating like a pig.

Bob, for his part, imitated you and opened his jacket, though without taking it off yet. He sat on the floor with his back against a closet. You couldn't help but stare at his expression: his face drenched in sweat, his eyes closed, his brow barely raised in a sad expression, and his lips parted as he breathed through his mouth. You looked down at his chest; although he was wearing clothes, his muscles were visible through the fabric, and his chest was rising and falling rhythmically in a slightly accelerated rhythm.

You didn't know why, but seeing him in that state made you salivate slightly, and you began to feel a throbbing in your core. Frightened by the sensation, you squeezed your legs together, your mouth half open. You brought your hand to the receiver just as Yelena was speaking to you.

"Y/n? Y/n! Can you hear me? Where are you?"

You gulped as you turned your gaze to Bob, who was already looking at you, his chin slightly raised and his eyes slightly narrowed. Again, you felt that tingling in your core that made you curl your legs as you brought a hand to your lower abdomen. Why did you suddenly feel so horny? You looked away and tried to maintain your calm breathing.

"Uhh We're still here in the l-lab, something happened... it's hard to explain. I'll c-call you later"

"No wait! what hap-!?"

You hung up before she could finish her sentence, turned off the receiver, threw it away, and gestured for Bob to do the same. He obeyed without question. With great effort, you made your way over to him and sat down next to him, also leaning against the closet. You noticed his breathing become labored as you stood close to him.

"Y/n... what's happening to us?" he said in a whisper

Your name coming from his lips gave you a shiver down your spine, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, he was watching you.

"I don't know... but this is not a simple fever..."

Your voice sounded broken and desperate. Without realizing it, the hand on your abdomen moved down to your mons pubis, cupping and rubbing the clothed area. You squeezed your eyes shut and frowned. Your fingers wanted to pierce your pants somehow, but they couldn't. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel Bob's penetrating gaze, and you felt self-conscious.

"I'm sorry shit, I don't know what's wrong with me" you said opening your eyes

He swallowed hard. "Don't apologize. I don't feel better either."

He also didn't want to admit that he had an uncontrollable urge to touch himself, especially with you by his side. You looked around, trying to reason with a cool head, but all your mind could think about was cumming right there... or being made to cum. Suddenly, your eyes returned to the rotating bottle of orange liquid. Yelena's words came back to you when you had asked her what they were experimenting with in that lab "exotic plants or something". You realized these annoying symptoms started after inhaling that stupid liquid. And then you understood. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath. You two were fucked up, literally, I mean in the best sense of the word. Everything matched: the fever, dilated pupils, sexual urges. That bottle contained an aphrodisiac.

You pressed your lips together so tightly they formed a thin horizontal line as you glanced at Bob out of the corner of your eye. You didn't know how he would take this new information.

"Uh.. I think I know what's happening to us..." you said in a whisper.

He looked at you impatiently with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"But you're not going to like the answer" you said with a grimace of pain.

"Just say it" His tone of voice was pleading, he seemed like he was going to cry

you gulped "That liquid you dropped...it's an aphrodisiac... you know, a substance that increases.. sexual desire"

The air caught in his throat as he stared at you, mouth agape, in disbelief. You tried not to look at him as you dug your nails into your palm to ward off the urge to touch yourself.

"B-but, wha-what do we do now? How do we cure this?"

"Well we could start by masturbating... that is, ourselves, not each other!"

You felt stupid for clarifying that because you knew your dirty mind had betrayed you. "Relax, I won't look at you. I'll go sit behind that counter."

Before he could say anything, you moved across the floor, crawling like a baby with slow, painful movements. With each movement, you felt your panties stick to your wet, sticky area. Sitting down and hiding behind that table, you wasted no time pulling down the strap of your pants along with your panties. You slid your middle finger down the slit of your wet vagina, biting your lower lip and breathing heavily through your nose. You massaged your clitoris with your finger, applying pressure while moans echoed in your throat, unwilling to let them out. Your middle finger, now curled like a hook, approached your uterus, sinking it in and out slowly. You couldn't help but throw your head back and gasp with your mouth open.

You didn't want to be so loud, but a sound alerted you. Where Bob was, you could hear a kind of sliding against his skin, dirty and desperate. His soft moans accompanied by that pounding were filling you with desire. You thrust another finger inside you more insistently and quickly, rocking your hips in the air. As you lifted your pelvis, you let out pitiful moans that grew in crescendo. You felt your walls throb around your fingers, wrapping them like a blanket. At the same time, you could hear Bob's moans intensifying as his hand moved up and down quickly, and you even thought you heard your name whispered. Your whole body trembled as you felt yourself reaching your climax. You prepared to receive it, your free hand pressed to the floor and your body slightly turned as if you wanted to stand up, your hips wanting to fuck the air with uncontrolled thrusts but keeping pace with your gasps.

You felt a thick, warm liquid on your middle and index fingers, shaking you violently from head to toe. You collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily, letting out moans mixed with groans every now and then. It seemed like Bob came right after you, given the way you heard liquid shooting out like a fountain along with his loud moan. You took a few minutes to catch your breath. The pleasure your orgasm left you with lasted a while, and you seemed a little relieved, but when the sensation disappeared, you realized, horrified, that your skin was heating up again.

"Uhm Bob..? Hey do you feel.. better?"

A few seconds that seemed like hours passed until he answered in a pitiful voice

"Not really, and you?"

"Yeah, me neither"

Panting, you pulled up your underwear and pants and slowly crawled back to his side. Luckily, he had already pulled up his boxers, but you could see his large bulge wanting to come out. Fuck, you wanted to have it in your hands so much. He looked at you desperate and tired; it seemed like that action had drained him dry. The moonlight filtered through the window and bathed the side of his face. He looked so attractive. Had he always seen himself this sexy, or was it the effect of the aphrodisiac? Bob gave you a pleading look, as if only you could save him and give him the relief he needed. You licked your lips before speaking.

"Listen, If we already touched ourselves and it didn't work then there's only one thing left... we have to... well, you know"

You were so embarrassed you couldn't finish your sentence, but you knew he understood from his horrified and worried expression. "Yeah, I know. It's awkward, but what other choice do we have?"

He let out all the air he was holding in his lungs through his mouth, trembling as he did so. He closed his eyes, trying to think, would he have to fuck you? Hell, he hadn't felt this way since his drug days; even that lab reminded him of when he used to sneak in to look for meth. Without thinking, he brought his hand to his crotch and squeezed his erection while gritting his teeth. No, it wasn't appropriate to do so, but was there really no other option?

He turned to look at you "Ugh are there r-really no other options?"

You were breathing with your mouth half open, looking at his bulge with desire, but you tried to concentrate on his face, so you looked up and down. "Bob, really, if you don't fuck me, I feel like I'm going to die..."

Your desperate sincerity left him speechless as he looked at your face wrinkled in a slight grimace of pain. He was just as desperate as you, but he didn't want to ruin this friendship he had with you, although to be fair, it wouldn't be the first time he'd imagined a scene like this. Perhaps this aphrodisiac was just an excuse to finally admit that you drove him crazy. Bob nodded weakly, and you quickly grabbed the elastic of his pants and boxers and yanked them down, drawing a broken moan and gasp from him. You straddled him, pulling down your clothes as well, and aligned yourself perfectly with his member. Bob, feeling your wet entrance squeezing around his erection, dug his nails into your thighs to keep you there.

"Are you ready?"

Bob simply nodded, swallowing loudly, and you lowered yourself onto his cock suddenly, already feeling your walls clench. The sharp pain made you whimper as you squeezed your eyes shut. Shit, you hadn't expected him to be so big and well-endowed.

"Careful, you good?"

You nodded without opening your eyes and gasped, trying to get used to the sensation. When you opened them, you saw Bob looking at you with concern, but behind that, you noticed how his eyes shone with lust. He was simply waiting for your orders or some gesture from you to guide him so he could follow you. You finished removing his open jacket and began desperately kissing his neck. It was more like sucking and nibbling while you moaned and whispered apologies against his skin.

"F-fuck sorry, mmh, I just ah~ couldn't hold on any longer ngh"

Bob said nothing, but he dug his fingers into your hips as he felt your walls throb around his member. Your French kisses ran along the line of his jaw, making him clench it to hold back his moans.

"Gosh, you're divine.."

Your compliments were making him feel like he was on cloud nine, and he dared to massage the flesh of your waist while slightly rolling his eyes. Now your mouth crashed against his lips in a fiery, needy, and open kiss. Your tongue entered his mouth, and he allowed it, feeling the warmth of your saliva. Almost hitting your teeth, you explored every corner of his mouth and lips while he moaned into yours. When you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave it a tug, causing him to throw his head back, Bob moaned your name loudly.

"Shit Bob.. everything is perfect about you" you whispered against his lips between kisses

Bob felt himself melt at your words. One hand was on your lower back, pulling you closer to him, and the other was sliding down to your lower abdomen. With one finger, he probed your bare clit, and you gasped into his mouth. He dared to trace circles, making you stop and press your forehead to his, breathing heavily.

"Omg! F-Don't s-stop!"

His finger played with your button-like slit, ecstatic at how you were coming undone under his touch, lips flushed and parted, eyes half-closed and glassy, ​​you looked perfect. His magical fingers lifted your pelvis, which was already aligned with his erection. The sound that filled the room was so filthy that you were glad the team hadn't come looking for you two yet.

"Damn Y/n, you are so fuck! wet, but I got you"

And he was right, your wetness was so great it acted as a lubricant, and you slid up and down with ease, making a loud chop! chop! Your ass hit his balls with every hard thrust you delivered, causing his face to twitch.

"That's ri-right ah, k-keep going, don't stop!, you.. you're making me feel ngh so good, sweets."

Sweets? Now Bob dared to give you a pet name? There you go. You lost it. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder, sighing between delicious and pleasurable moans. It wasn't just how you were riding him and how he took you so well, as if his member had been made for you, but the fact that he dared to shower you with praise was killing you. Their hot breaths mingled with each other just inches from their faces, sticky sweat clung disgustingly to their hair but all they could focus on was how close they were to reaching another orgasm. Bob was with his hips hitting your G-spot precisely making you scream his name

"Ah! Yes! There!!"

You squeezed your eyes shut as your walls contracted even more, feeling them throb painfully. You were about to come.

"Fuck! You're tight!"

Bob kept talking through his orgasm which turned you on even more.

"Fuckfuckfuck I'm so close! And you feel so fucking g-good. God you're taking me so well mm"

With those last words, you came, followed by him. A sticky, thick, and hot liquid trickled down the inside of your thighs, staining both of your clothes. Bob threw his head back to rest it on the closet door, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder, your head turned toward him. The two of you stayed like that for several long minutes, catching your breath. You no longer felt that intense fever, nor did your skin feel so sensitive to the senses. It seemed that the narcotic effect had finally worn off. You smiled, relieved, closing your eyes. Bob hugged your back with both arms, holding you like a small child about to fall asleep.

"Well... I think the aphrodisiac is already out of our systems."

He sighed tiredly "Yes, I think so too"

You noticed a note of joy in his voice, and you didn't know if he was glad he was no longer under the influence of that substance or because you had just made him cum. Either way, and although you wanted to stay in his arms for a longer time, you decided you should separate because if the team arrived and saw you like this, they would be traumatized for life. You pulled away from his chest, and he kept his eyes on you the whole time, making sure you didn't hurt yourself. When you stood up, you forgot you could still feel your sensitive area, and with a slight shudder, you moaned, startled.

"Slowly, let me help you"

He chivalrously helped you up and even pulled up your clothes before straightening his own pants. They stared at each other for a moment; they were a mess. Their clothes were stained and damp, and their hair was tangled and sticking to their faces from sweat. They smiled, embarrassed and uncomfortable. "We won't tell anyone about this, okay? And then, well, I don't know... maybe someday we can talk about this..." you told him, determined because you had realized your feelings for him. You were surprised when you noticed that he nodded confidently; perhaps the feeling was mutual after all.

You headed for the door, walking uncomfortably because of your soaked underwear, which already felt cold. As you were about to open it, a restless group of people entered through the entrance, accidentally pushing you and causing you to stumble. You would have fallen if Bob hadn't caught you from behind and under your arms before you fell backward to the ground.

"WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!" Yelena yelled half worried an half angry

You half-reassured her by telling her that they were both fine now, without explaining what had happened, of course. You gave her the vial they needed, and she seemed satisfied. The others walked around the place inspecting it

"Why the hell did you turn off your earpieces? It took us two hours to find you in this building that looks like a fucking maze" Yelena scolded them.

"sorry about that, it's just that..-"

You were about to make up any excuse when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky bending down to smell the aphrodisiac orange liquid. Alarmed, you and Bob stopped him by shouting. The man with the metal arm stood up, startled and confused.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" you two exclaimed in unison

"Why?! What's wrong with it??"

"Yeah, What do you two know that we don't?" Walker asked

You and Bob cleared your throats and coughed nervously, babbling incoherently, which was impossible to understand because you were talking at the same time. Suddenly, you abruptly fell silent and looked at the team, which didn't understand anything.

"Forget it! We already have what we were looking for, let's go!" You quickly said nervously

You dragged Bob by the hand, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, while Yelena shrugged, looking at the others to follow you. Everyone did the same, except for John, who stared at the table for a few seconds, wanting to find out why you were acting suspicious. In his search, he found a folder that read:

The concubus is a plant that grows in clusters of three with pointed leaves. Its orange nectar is a strong aphrodisiac that can be obtained by grinding its leaves. The ancients used it as a natural Viagra.

Then John looked down at the floor where the broken jar lay and smiled, understanding everything.

"damn horny dogs..."

And with a broad smile he left the laboratory following the others. He would have enough to bribe those two when they bothered him.

[pr3ttym3ssy]

I've been bit by the writing bug again... it feels good to create again. It's also 1am in the morning so bare with me if it's a bit of a hard read.

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A while after the battle in the male bath house and after Jinu had discovered Rumi's demon patterns. He had assigned his tiger and bird familiars to keep an eye on Rumi. They would be his eyes and track her movements.

"Keep close to her, she bares the mark" his curiosity and intrigue kept her memory fresh marked in his mind. Who was she? Strong as she was maybe due to her demonic powers and why she was fighting her own kind and bringing them to their untimely ends.

Tiger would break the wall between realms and bring the notes he thought would be, friendly enough so as not to scare her away. "Ducks are cute and girlish, right?" he would ask his bird. The bird would just give him a tired look and shrug of his feathery shoulders. If she was willing to meet him and help him destroy Gwi-ma, maybe just maybe there might be a chance to set him free of his contract. She might find it hard to believe, but he was tired of doing Gwi-ma's bidding just to repay a never-ending debt.

After several encounters, and not by chance, he learned that she was more open to finding common ground than actually fighting him. He could feel the joy his tiger would feel at her calming presence. The kindness she showed both familiars, nothing like the previous demon hunters from before. She was different, understanding, and willing to find a solution to his and her current situation.

After so long, he realized as well that the more he spend time with her, the more his soul ached for her. Her presence kept him grounded and feeling like anything was possible if he just stepped closer to the light. She was funny and unapologetically herself. Smart and caring even of him who he felt deserved no bit of kindness for all he'd done.

But Gwi-ma quickly snuffed those fleeting thoughts and bright colors out of his mind, because as much as he'd want to hold her and actually be free as she had promised, it would be an up hill battle even when he was already repent. She was as beautiful outside as she was within, and the fear of tainting her with his multitude of sins made him give in to Gwi-ma again. The pain of having to reveal her shame to the only people that loved her and have to cruelly turn her away, just to selfishly keep her safe and make himself look like he was just using her.

He was in love. He knew he was. However, he dared not admit it to himself. He'd felt his soul kick start the moment she held his hand. When she saw him, really saw him like no one ever did. After four hundred years, and he finally felt he might be worthy of forgiveness, because it's not every day a demon finds an angel willing to see through him and try to save him from his torment.

Even still, she fought for him. Regardless of the potential danger she was facing, she walked towards him with resolve in her eyes and bravery. Patterns bright and glowing like shimmery tattoos. She had finally found the strength to accept her self. She was all powerful, and oh how he loved her. So much, that he thought to himself, "this will be my act of selflessness. Nothing will be more painful than to see her hurt for my sake". So he lunges forth to become her shield.

He thinks to himself, "she's even beautiful when she cries". He feels her soft hands cup his face, but he doesn't dare look away. Already he can feel fragments of his physical form, crumble away in the heat of Gwi-ma' wrath. No, he tells himself he will hold on a little longer. He keeps his gaze fixated on her to stamp her image permanently to his mind. If only for these final moments. "I'm sorry for everything" he whispers to her.

"I wanted to set you free", she's trembling like if she tried any harder he'll break apart. He'd give anything to hold her but he just holds on to the fire behind him. The flames overtaking him. "You did", he replies. "You gave me my soul back", he finally allows himself to confirm what he knew all along. His soul was never truly gone, but Rumi brought him back to the light. If this would be the only thing he would leave her and know that in her hands it would be cherished and loved just the way she knew how too, then he gladly without a moments thought, would gift it to her.

"And now...I give it to you", he releases his soul, it releases itself gladly and reaching for its true home with her. He closes his eyes content to finally be free. Her hands holding his face is enough for him. Before he knows it, he feels her soft lips on his. His eyes snap open, taking her in again and fluttering shut to feel this bliss. If only for a bit, it gives him the strength to become anything she wants him to be. If it means he will be her weapon and finally put an end to Gwi-ma's cruel manipulation, then he will. Mustering all the strength and love within him, his soul wraps itself along her orbit. Breathing her air, feeling her energy. Flashes of moments and encounters that brought them closer and eventually becoming her sword, a beautiful blade with lotus flowers imprinted signaling their rebirth. Their love made new and pure.

Gwi-ma is defeated, the honmoon is repaired, and Rumi is safe. Her friends Mira and Zoey make sure to comfort her.

Months pass, and they can still feel each other. Like a pull or a tether, threaded together. Rumi lives her life as best she can, sadness sometimes taking her at not having Jinu physically there. He feels it through the tether, and his soul pulls at hers, reminding her he's still there with her. A slight tug in her chest.

Tiger keeps vigil at her beds foot frame while bird perches himself on her head rest when she sleeps. She dreams of him on most nights. That's when she feels his presence more strongly and thinks maybe he's not truly gone.

Just waiting....

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Hope you like the little smooch that SHOULD have been kept. I love the whole women strong don't need no man thing, but still, they were fated. Still sad about it.

[thewitchblue]

"This is my girlfriend."

Cass said causally during a family meeting. She kissed your cheek and smiled the warm smile you were so familiar with, which you returned with a lovesick smile of your own. You loved Cass more than anything. She was so brave and loved with her entire being.

Cass felt like she had no need to worry. Tim came out already. She knows for a fact that Damian is experimenting by the way he talks and his subtle change in demeanour. Something is up with him. She suspects he'll come out if her coming out goes well.

Bruce smiled softly at his daughter. A part of him had always known that she was a lesbian by her semi-homosexual friendship with Stephanie, but he let her come to him. He was happy that she found love in someone the family can love immediately.

Tim bumped her shoulder with a smile on his face. He was proud that she could find the confidence to not only come out but also bring home a girlfriend the same day. It took him forever to even consider bringing Bernard to the manor. He loved him, but Tim was anxious when introducing him.

He noticed the way you gently squeezed her hand to guide her out of her thoughts, and the clear adoration in your gaze solidified your place in the family, in Tim's mind. Yes, it's fast. Does he care? Not particularly. He trusts her judgement when it comes to your character and your genuine love for her shines in every action between you both.

Jason didn't care. At all. Why should he? You care about Cass, and it's not his life being altered. It probably isn't even altering Cass' life in any way, either. She likes girls, so what? He doesn't even live at the manor, so he won't be around enough to see the lovely couple.

Dick was about to pull you into a hug to welcome you into the bird nest, but Cass stepped in front of you protectively, so he let it go. He still grinned when you kissed her cheek gratefully. Everybody is finding their own love, and he was filled with so much joy about it. He greeted you with open arms and an excited grin. His baby sister found happiness among the chaos of their lives, and he was beyond joyful about it.

Damian shrugged it off. Congratulations? He was only annoyed at the timing. Jon was coming over after the meeting, and now he has to tell Jon to avoid asking too many questions. The Super Sons need time to figure everything out between them. Damian needs to exhaust all his tests before making a decision even if Jon is certain.

Why did Cass give Damian's scowling face a knowing look? What does she know? He glared at her when she whispered something softly to you. You both chuckled. Cass kissed you as he stormed out of the cave. He will not be dealing with this today. Meeting over.

Bruce watched his son storm away carefully. He knew something was brewing under the surface, but he wanted to celebrate Cass at the same time. His son needed time to cool off before Bruce could talk to him in the first place. Maybe Jon will help calm him down when he comes to the manor.

Bruce gave Cass a hug that told her everything. She was loved, accepted, and he welcomed you into the family for however long you stayed together. She didn't need to know anything further from him, and he didn't feel the need to voice anything that was just shared personally between the two. Cass felt all the words Bruce had choked in his throat, and he felt all the words she wanted to say to him as well.

Dick managed to sneak a hug when Cass wasn't looking and whispered in your ear,

"Welcome to the family. Don't hurt her, or we will find you and ruin your life."

You believed him, but you don't plan to let her go, so you brush off the threat. You simply moved back to her side and slid your hand into hers. Your love isn't fragile. It won't shatter with threats from family members.

You expected more resistance, if anything. You assumed you would have to fight for Cass. She had laughed when she watched you jokingly pretend to box Bruce, but you were honestly expecting so much worse.

The family's reaction was the tamest you've ever been introduced as a lesbian couple. They just... accepted you. You didn't have to fight. You didn't have to play nice. You didn't have to pretend. It was just honest acceptance and totally unexpected.

You knew Cass had a bisexual brother, but you didn't know how his coming out went except what the public was told happened, which you expected to be twisted into a likeable and polished story rather than the actual events that occurred, yet you were wrong. The family didn't care that you were a lesbian couple. They cared about Cass' well-being above all else. You kept waiting for a negative response, but none came. They treated you like you were a human, and you couldn't be more relieved.

You smiled warmly at Cass and lightly squeezed her hand. You will be following this love story with her, hand-in-hand and ready to take on the world.

[partyof4game]

Aslo has a big fixation with the whole soulmate thing, him looking for his own and all that. Where did that come from? I mean, did his parents tell him some story about them being soulmates and Aslo got fixated on that and wanted to look for his own too? How do his parents react to that? I remember you saying that Aslo has been trying a lot up until now before he met MC, meaning he's tried to date a lot of people and been rejected?

Also, if there was a dinner between RO and MC to meet RO's family, how would each family react to MC? Well... at least the ones with parents :'D

In his settlement, oral storytelling is a big part of the culture, sort've how bardic ballads are the storytelling medium in Sentari. A lot of the stories feature star-crossed lovers, souls that are two halves of the same piece, and that true love is the reward for bravery. While many of the tales are just the stories of Nivari and her husband Melekoth dressed up in different names, Aslo has always found them fascinating.

His obsession with true love and soulmates stems from the part of him that always feels lonely, that needs approval, in a way that familial love cannot fill. A soulmate would need him, would find him to be a completion of something greater than both of them put together. It would be his reward for every brave and stupid thing he's ever done.

His parents are well aware of his fascination and accept it in a slightly, non-malicious but condescending way, as in: 'Oh, he'll grow out of it (he's well over the age of growing out of it), but if he wants to travel, then maybe when he comes back he'll have a sturdier head on his shoulders.'

He's definitely had a lot of dates and one night stands, some he remembers, some he doesn't, but in the end no one really stuck around after realizing he was very adamant about the true love thing and that it wasn't just another pick-up line lol. Some found him more of a novelty than someone to seriously date or settle with, some simply couldn't handle his intensity, others can't see themselves in a long-term situation with a hero that might die each time they leave for a dungeon. Life is rough for Aslo and his search for love.

Also, if there was a dinner between RO and MC to meet RO's family, how would each family react to MC? Well... at least the ones with parents :'D

THE WAY I SCREAMED LMFAO. Half the cast is just sitting in the corner crying.

Raena: Yoren would be more than pleased that you two are finally together. She's watched her ward quietly agonize over MC for years. It's nice that she doesn't have to listen to Raena's forlorn sighs anymore, although now Raena sighs for different, more giddy reasons. Yoren can't decide if she's more or less annoyed.

Vana: Dinner with her parents would be awkward as hell. You'd be forced to endure an interrogation of your future prospects, your current assets, what you would bring to their noble house. Her parents would be less than pleased to learn of your lineage. An orphan attempting to enter the ranks of the Peacebearer family? An outrage, really. Then they'd try to completely destroy the relationship if MC can't impregnate Vana. What else is the girl good for if she can't create an heir? Just another tally to add to the list of her faults...

Sweets: Their family would host a large and riotous dinner and then by the end pull you aside and ardently try and convince you to tell Sweets to come back home. They miss them, and even though they've let them down in the past, they swear they can look past it, let them have another chance, please? Sweets would usher you out of there ASAP; their parents can be very persuasive if you don't know what to watch out for.

Aslo: His parents would be surprised that you even exist. Aslo, of all their children, in a committed, functional relationship? Damn... this requires opening a cask of wildflower mead and a bonfire celebration! Their son finally got his wish and they feel a little bad for doubting him. His mom would give you a thick, wool shawl from the alpacas on their farm, dyed the color of Aslo's eyes, and then proceed to threaten you, that if you ever break his heart, she'll gut you. Is that a knife in her hand?

Jem's birth parents are dead to him. They abandoned him, after all.

Linzel's parents, along with his village, are dead.

Maymie's mother was murdered (father unknown).

[wsancho]

YESSSS!! Let the juices flow! 👀

I don't think Sabin's reaction is out of character, but the heat of the moment is missable. He just finished fighting off someone who was close to him and was trying to kill him. Normalcy is jarring right after you've been in a setting where your survival is threatened. It takes time, space and mindfulness to readjust (soldiers get PTSD because they don't get none of that. I heard that the Roman Empire had a ritual of several days specifically meant to bring their soldiers back from "combat mode" before sending them home. Makes sense). This moment with Vargas is treated as if Sabin just stepped on a bug, but I take it as one of those things where all the emotional charge get lost due to lack of expressions and dialogue. It also makes it make sense when he overreacts with Ultros. I don't like his reaction but I see where it comes from.

Also I doubt the brothers have an inner narrative where the other is casting judgment (condemnation). But when you love someone to death and at the same time you witness them doing things that you utterly disagree with; you'll give them tough love, not treats or kudos (Sabin saying that he feared Figaro turning into a puppet state isn't exactly praising Edgar's work). I think of Sabin's reaction to seeing Edgar as that of a parent who sees their kid choosing a dangerous career path, as in "I love you and let you make your own decision, but as long as you go down this path I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about it". He asks Edgar what he's doing in Mount Kolts, but may be anticipating a very unsatisfying answer.

They let the other be his own self and they still trust each other blindly because at the core it's the same pure heart that drives both. That unconditional love is always there, untouched. But they take opposite extremes about how to solve the problem at hand, which undeniably causes conflict, but it doesn't break them apart. ❤️😤

I have theories about the unknowns you mentioned 🫡

The twins' shared flashback ends with the coin toss. There are some logistics afterwards that are never shown (because the flashback is about the twins' bond, not about logistics), mainly:

Sabin leaving. I think he leaves immediately, considering that he doesn't wanna deal with the people in the castle. Were there obstacles for him leaving? Not great obstacles, in my opinion. I think Edgar telling the priestess to leave them alone (and her understanding it as "get everyone to leave us alone") granted them enough privacy for Sabin to silently get out and people just taking it as "he's being emotional, he needs some time alone and he'll come back to his senses in the morning". I know of kids "escaping home" only to come back hours later because they didn't figure out the next step. 🫤

Revealing the decision to the other politicians. Edgar would tell them only after Sabin was out of reach. After this reveal it could get difficult for Sabin to make any move. There's the semi-canon Figaroan belief that twin monarchs are a good omen so the commoners, more than anyone else, would object to having only one twin ruling. I'm thinking that the politicians have their preference too, either for the one who behaves more like them (Edgar), or for the one who seems more simple-minded and easy to puppeteer (Sabin).

King's funeral. By Sabin's reaction of denial, I get that he didn't see his dad's corpse (and wouldn't wanna see it). If the show Six Feet Under taught me anything, it's that funerals are for the living, to give them closure and facilitate detachment. Sabin not taking part in the funerary rituals could contribute to this boy not being over his daddy issues ten years and lots of meditation later.

Edgar's coronation. Again, I don't see Sabin sticking around for this. At this point it's settled, whether Figaro likes it or not, there's only one heir, and it's much easier to get them to accept this if there's no other choice available. There's a fanfic that brushes on some Figaroan rumors of Edgar exiling Sabin to take the throne for himself. Awfully unfair and typical in these circumstances. 😞👌🏼

Sabin getting Duncan to take him in. In the flashback Sabin is just finding out about his dad and then that leads to him wanting to leave the place and expecting Edgar to come along:

Seems that Sabin wanted to be with his brother, nothing more. And he didn't realize Edgar had been preparing for his dad's passing. Sabin wasn't planning to go to Duncan's and bring Edgar along, he wasn't planning for his dad to get murdered and run away to train to avenge dad's death, or train to fight the Empire just because. My take is that in this moment he felt more pressured than ever and considered that this was the perfect moment to go for what they really wanted. I think Sabin's "plan" goes something like this:

Phase 1: Collect underpants. Escape.

Phase 2: ❓

Phase 3: Profit. Happiness.

He proposes the same thing that these fools did (probably would get the exact same result):

If you haven't seen this, it's a great film. It sucks.

There may have been a vague idea of that idyllic life, but not a real roadmap: spending most time in nature, answering to no one, doing only the the things they're passionate about; and since Gestahl started some shit, maybe one fateful day they'd be going to knock on Gestahl's door to kick his ass or something. Good stuff! Good wishful thinking stuff. 🥲

Wishful thinking, or rather the ability to take the mind outside the boundaries of linear thinking and logic is what I believe allowed Sabin to become mind-blowingly skilled and off-the-charts strong. He did not follow the predictable trajectory he was on (as a prince and as a sickly child), and once off the beaten path, anything was possible. This is one of Sabin's most important strengths, it contrasts Edgar's mind-blowingly strategic thinking and off-the-charts foresight. But in order to succeed they still dip their feet in the other's field: Edgar is not only doing diplomacy, he's secretly arming his nation. Sabin didn't go on a 10-year vacation, he devotes himself to a real life project after leaving the castle. I think Sabin only realizes the need to do something about the Empire after cooling down, away from the castle drama, dwelling in the loss of his family.

Sabin knows what Edgar is trying to do. He knows Edgar knows what's right and fair and just. Both boys think they know where the other's approach is lacking as they lack the ability to fully grasp what the other can achieve. But they do have enough respect to let the other do his thing while in disagreement.

Meeting again and being in agreement was unexpected but not a coincidence. Each went and perfected himself without the other's influence only to come back together in a moment when Edgar took an uncharacteristically dangerous stance while Sabin had been uncharacteristically subduing his eagerness in favor of his martial arts roadmap and to let Edgar's strategy play out. As all paths lead to Rome, whatever these boys do leads them to each other because the opposite life choices are external things, but on the inside, they're one and the same. ❤️‍🔥

And in the end they get to live how they want to; not for a season or a few years, but for the rest of their lives. Sabin's idyllic life (which both twins desire) can only be secured after both decide to play the long game. Edgar may have known this pretty early, but it'd take Sabin some time to see the full picture. 💪🏼👑

Figaro Twins’ Coulda, Woulda, Shouldas

On a previous post I wondered if the twins could have maintained communication during their 10-year separation. My guess is that they didn’t, given that the High Priestess doesn’t know what Sabin’s been up to; Edgar doesn’t seem to know either, and he’s surprised to find out where he’s been living and who he’s been hanging out with.

But Sabin’s initial reaction to seeing Edgar felt off. Too casual and carefree for someone who sees his beloved big brother for the first time in a decade. Even if they had maintained communication, this still feels off, impersonal and unaffected.

The brothers shoulda hugged and celebrated seeing each other but they didn’t. With the characters being who they are and without putting blame on the devs, how could this make sense for these boys? Like, WHY WOULDN’T THEY HUG, GODDAMNIT?! 😖🥺

When Sabin first saw Gerad he didn’t react much either. We can blame it on the good ol’ “platform limitations” and “time restrictions”, but I like to take canon as is and figure out how it could work in service of my personal, self-indulgent narrative that makes me happy 🧐

So my theory is that, as much as Sabin looks up to Edgar emotionally and intellectually, he doesn’t really expect Edgar’s diplomatic approach to work.

Before leaving Figaro, Sabin wanted to avenge his dad, but his rage completely deflates when Edgar puts the focus on politics, like everyone else in the castle. Sabin may have convinced himself that he’d have to do this alone, even against Edgar’s established diplomacy. Not only does Sabin know Figaro’s situation before Kefka’s attack, he knows of the Returners hideout (some gamers interpret this as “the Returners not being great at hiding”, but one can know, for example, that Edward Snowden is in Russia or that Osama Bin Laden was in Afghanistan; but finding them requires slightly more knowledge than that. Sabin knows exactly where the Returners hide). I don’t think he had direct contact with them, but seems he had been actively looking for the information, not just learning whatever came his way.

Sabin loves his big brother and wouldn’t go against him, which is why he waited for diplomatic efforts to fall apart, as they did. But until then, Edgar’s decisions are very much the same of those who let his father perish. Sabin might have mixed feelings about Edgar because they had been on opposite ideological sides (imagine if Edgar had replied “We're climbing this mountain to meet up with my guest Kefka and escort him to the castle” Yuck! 😒).

Edgar had been reacting a little more to hearing about Sabin and to seeing him again, but I believe he prevents himself from showing too much and tries to keep his cool at all times. Also, after seeing so little reaction from Sabin, he might have gotten the impression that Sabin isn’t as comfortable with him as he used to be, so Edgar keeps his distance and accepts whatever Sabin chooses to express; after all, he set Sabin free in all possible ways. He’s not conflicted about Sabin and is not trying to maintain the distance, he’s just respectfully passive.

Of course Sabin trusts Edgar’s intentions. I think he’s having a bit of “emotional jet lag” (like he just learned that his surrogate dad got murdered by his surrogate brother and then tried to kill him too, or something 🤔), but as soon as Edgar tells him that diplomacy went to shit and they’re getting ready to strike back, Sabin is onboard, driven and even excited; if there were any doubts, all dispel once he finds himself on the same team as his bro.

Then there’s the part where Sabin jumps into the river to fight Ultros. It rubs me the wrong way that he pushes Edgar aside and jumps anyway. Sabin is not listening to reason and he’s not really a team player here. He’s trying to protect Terra from Ultros, but it’s very much an overreaction and I think it has to do with his need to prove himself and his disfavor for Edgar’s more passive methods (and with Sabin not having been part of a team ever before).

Sabin coulda listened and stay put, but I think his detour helps build his character. Sure, he meets and brings along new people and new information about what’s going on in the world, and all those are very important things for the plot; but I see a subtle mellowing down of his temper. He’s separated from the group and can’t help to constantly wonder if his brother is safe (the English translation makes it about the group, but in the original he’s worried about Edgar). I think he knows he kinda fucked up. Things worked out fine, but he seems less impulsive afterwards and more willing to listen.

Knowing that Edgar cares and worries about Sabin as much as he always did, I can see why it’s a little jarring when Edgar doesn’t try to save him after the encounter with Ultros, especially because recently the FF6 Rom Hack, Divergent Paths, was brought to my attention (thanks @monk-of-figaro ❤️) and it had me thinking whether Edgar woulda jumped in like “any sane brother would”, to quote the mod. And well… I don’t think Edgar is a “sane brother”. He’s a righteous king and there’s nothing sane about that 🤷🏻‍♀️

Seeing Sabin float away hurts my feelings way more than the devs intended to, and I’m sure Edgar would fear for his little bro, like he probably feared for him for an entire decade (Sabin was a sickly and overly emotional teenager leaving home for the first time to go who knows where). But if there’s one thing that distinguishes Edgar’s way of ruling is that he makes the hard choices:

Observes his father’s poor health knowing that he’ll soon die an untimely and unnatural death. Edgar makes the hard choice of seeing his own powerlessness for what it is and accepting that all he can do is witness his dad’s decay. Someone sane would have been in denial of this and focused on finding the culprit and avenging his father. Instead, he went through the same emotional turmoil as Sabin, but quietly, alone, and in the course of weeks or months as his father’s death came closer. And this is how Figaro was spared from becoming another Doma.

Witnesses Sabin’s meltdown after the king’s death and makes the hard choice of giving him the freedom to remove himself from the toxic environment. Someone sane would have escaped with him or tried to talk him into staying, and Sabin would have probably agreed to it if Edgar guilt-tripped him or simply told him “I want you by my side”. But Edgar wouldn’t sway Sabin in any way, no matter how badly he wanted him around. Sabin was too attached to Edgar and could never define his individuality if he kept doing whatever Edgar did or told him to do.

And when Sabin gets his ass beat by Ultros and is at risk of getting drowned or found by the Empire and killed, Edgar chooses to stick with the program. A sane brother would have gone after him, but the mission was to keep Banon alive and getting him to Narshe for negotiations. It’s not only “game over” because you fail the minigame, it’s game over because Edgar has been a double agent for a decade and the resistance can’t fully trust him like they do Banon. For the rebels to be on his side, Edgar depends on having Banon’s trust (this isn’t stated anywhere, but it’s only logical). Terra was not a Returner then, she was still doubtful and Edgar never wanted to force his ideas on her (like Banon), so leaving this to her was not an option either. Losing Banon is losing all chances of saving Figaro, while losing Sabin would cause Edgar to lose his mind, an entire nation would still survive. The right choice is the hardest of choices and Edgar’s judgment is on point; as it has been since his adolescence.

Hell, even when Edgar proposes his idea to Banon and gets rejected, it happens to be exactly what they end up doing (in the English translation he proposes “to make magical weapons” but in the original he talks only about “acquiring magic of their own”). Who knows what Banon’s plan was before meeting Terra. After meeting her, I believe his plan goes something like this:

Phase 1: Collect underpants. Talk to Espers.

Phase 2: ❓

Phase 3: Profit. Peace.

Anyway, I’ve always wanted to see more interaction between the FF6 cast (still do 🥲). Fanworks do a great job filling in the blanks, as I’m sure the devs intended, but self-indulgence is a tradeoff that prevents from discovering character traits that are easy to overlook and can be difficult to make sense of, especially for characters who operate in a state of maturity or conditioning or emotional strain that is difficult for us to access or even begin to understand.

I love that Sabin is such a lively, honest and self-motivated dude, that he grows and learns exclusively by doing. He does, he fucks up, he learns. And he laughs out loud while at it 😁❤️ Ultimately that’s how true wisdom is acquired, only by experience (there’s no such thing as acquiring wisdom from others’ experiences, you only remember the wisdom your soul already possesses by learning about how others articulate and express theirs).

On the other extreme it’s heartbreaking that Edgar is so freaking talented that he can see where the system fails, and having both talent and power, it’s up to him and him alone to come up with real solutions. No other character in this entire cast could pull off any of this shit as smoothly. To paraphrase La Femme Nikita: “[...] because when you lead, we survive.” And Edgar knows this 😕

This is unfathomable for most of us. I’m nobody, so I get to sit on my ass and talk about what the politicians should do, and what the sports coaches should do, and what the movie directors should do. I also get to make mistakes and fuck up my health and my finances and my career and my relationships and my home, but no one else’s. And because I’ve got this luxury it’s easy for me to say what would have been. If the FF6 devs did things my way it would have been not the masterpiece that it is. Heartbreaking as it is, it tells the stories of these (fictional) people organically and faithfully.

[sweetevoltrap]

Sylus saying "...don't run" to MC when they're finally being openly honest about their desire for one another and their trust and shared spaces.

[columboscreens]

[d4rkpassengerz]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR LOVE?

BLACK: LOVE AS HEALING.

Your love is the carefully tilled soil of last year's garden. In that way, loving you is rich with possibilities and growth. You are a quiet weekend night, as the stars begin to wink down at you. You sit, you listen, you reflect. Perhaps in the past you've been misunderstood, maybe by yourself. Everything has the potential for love. Love is a promise for you.

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[throughpatchesofviolet]

I think the reason Heathlock has become my main ship is because Sherry, while being based off Sherlock Holmes, is the insert who's the most like me--because her counterpart does so many things I do, like getting moody for seemingly no reason, or getting hyper focused on a task, or having a cluttered space, or just observing things others miss. So, naturally, Sherry does all these things, too.

But the real comfort is when Sherry does slip into moodiness, or become averse to romance, Heathcliff is still there. He doesn't ever cross her boundaries, and (usually*) communicates with her about how she's feeling/what she wants. Even when she's not in the mood to be touched, he'll simply sit nearby and wait for her to invite his affection. Or he'll be quiet when he knows she's overwhelmed and needs silence.

He's very attentive to Sherry, and--while he never says it out loud-- him respecting her boundaries is a way he expresses his love for her.

[deathofacupid]

ᡣ𐭩 content — baby fever!satoru. fluff-ish/angst.

baby fever!satoru who's accepted that you don't want kids. and, really, he gets it. you're young, you like where your job's at. where your life is at. so, okay, no kids.

baby fever!satoru has you, anyways. he'll be okay.

baby fever!satoru who can't get it out of his mind. he'd leave jujutsu for it. for a little, mushy baby. one that has his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile. he can't get it out of his mind, a little person, a combination of you and him.

baby fever!satoru who likes to go to parks, to stare at kids. and, god, he knows that's creepy. that there are laws in place for people like him, okay? but, he can't help it.

baby fever!satoru who's favorite part is watching them interact with their parents. after they make it down a slide, and run straight into their mother's arms. or, when their dad pushes them up, up, and up on a swing.

baby fever!satoru who can only sit by himself on the bench, a ghost of a smile on his face.

baby fever!satoru who always feels guilty. you're his everything, and he's so lucky to have you. why is he being selfish? why does he need more? he has it all, doesn't he? he's rich, good-looking, and has a wonderful girl.

baby fever!satoru who hates that, sometimes, everything isn't quite enough.

baby fever!satoru who comes home one day, after running into nanami, and his family. his wife. his newborn baby. his happy, complete family.

baby fever!satoru who can't stop thinking about how content nanami had looked, like he'd found that last puzzle piece.

baby fever!satoru who had found that last puzzle piece, he just couldn't have it.

baby fever!satoru who sinks into the sheets, sight blurred with hot tears. "i don't need a baby," he says, voice breaking. "i don't. really. they're stinky. and they poop. they vomit everywhere."

you'd placed your novel aside, shifting on the bed, trying to meet his face. it was buried in the pillow, as he refused to meet your eyes. "oh, baby," you coo. "it's okay. c'mere, it's okay."

you who gave into baby fever!satoru. how could you not? and, god, he thanked you for it everyday.

it was just like baby fever!satoru wished. a beautiful baby girl. she had his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile.

baby fever!satoru who was sobbing in the hospital, getting to hold his daughter for the first time. you cried, too, but because of how happy the love of your life was.

you cry today, too. he wanted this baby, didn't he? so, why would he go leave you with it? you aren't her mother. she isn't your daughter.

she's his, but he's gone.

baby fever!satoru who's only left you with a dream. his dream.

permanent taglist: @mia-can-yap-too, @jeonwiixard <33

[punkkture]

simon who's talking to a girl that just wants to feel like she's in love.

he finds it endearing and almost too sweet. things as empathy and sympathy have been closed off from him for a long time, sometimes he can't remember how to turn on that part of his brain and heart.

there's something so subtle about the way she does it.

the look in her eyes when he notices that she really sees him. or is at least trying to. wants him to know that she can understand whatever he needs her to, just to be apart of something with him.

there isn't anything malicious about it. ever. she comes from a place of kindness that he can only recall growing in the flower patch at his childhood home.

he notices that when she thinks to herself she hides away from mirrors. she wants to see him, but hasn't accepted the act of being seen herself. and honestly he doesn't think its something hes ready to handle.

simon never wants to hurt a sweet girls feelings like that. he just . . doesn't fully get it.

the way she wants to be loved and heard and cared for. he doesn't want to be alone anymore like the way he is, but he knows it wont work. that feeling of learning to be content on your own wasn't a hard thing to grasp, its just harder to let go of that trait now that its harbored inside.

he hopes one day it can work out. but he knows he wont text or call back.

and on occasion, when his nights are restless, or the mornings are starting far too late, he'll go and read through old messages or listen to old songs she would send. but hes always careful to not press any buttons, not allowing himself of getting back into that.

shes a sweet girl. he likes thinking of her, likes to see small things in life that bring her back to him. even if he had lost the number in his phone months ago.

[sweetevoltrap]

Sylus reclaiming Little Bomb as a teasing nickname...

[monster-disaster]

I have a request for you!

A female reader that is happy-go-lucky and carefree. She frequents a monster brothel very much to the annoyance of the owner, a large gruff skull headed male demon. All the workers outright refuse to accept any payment from her because she's that good of a fuck and they also slack off during work hours to chat with her. She's very amusing and has an infectiously positive attitude, becoming a pseudo therapy dog for them. He considers her a menace to his establishment.

The next time she comes in he gives her an itemized bill and tells her she is barred from entering until she pays up. The workers start making a fuss and his hubris kicks in and makes a bargain. He'll see if she is that good of a fuck, and if he runs out of stamina before her he'll pay for everything.

He's thinking that she's going to end up under him out of energy and breathlessly moaning his name. If only he knew the opposite is going to happen..…

Dear Anon, I love your brain.

demon!Ezek x human!Reader Good to know: smut

The demon stands outside, framed by the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. His arms are crossed over his chest, muscles straining the fabric of his shirt as he watches you round the corner. His dark, angular face twists into a scowl at the sight of you walking towards him with a spring in your step, light and easy as if you are simply meeting an old friend rather than the very creature who sent you away with a hefty bill only weeks ago. His sharp eyes narrow with suspicion, and annoyance rolls off his spine in waves. Yet, when your gaze meets his, you flash him a grin, bright and carefree. Your lipstick glints under the light of the setting sun still peaking out between the tall buildings. The glow gives you an orange blush that makes the deep color of your eyes shine with something that makes him grumble.

"Little pest," he greets you with a grunt. "I thought you wouldn't come."

The curve of your lips turns sly as you peek at him through your eyelashes. "You thought wrong," you tell him. "I missed my boys too much not to come, anyway."

Your words hit their mark. The tight frown etched into his bony features deepens at the use of your words. He almost scoffs. His annoyance lingers in the air, but he says nothing, only stares at you with that simmering, barely contained displeasure.

Your boys...

And he can't even argue with that. Ever since he sent you away with that bill, his men have treated him like the enemy rather than their boss. They grumble under their breath, shooting him looks like he is a storm cloud hanging over their heads. They have become a flock of offended hens, huffing and puffing whenever they catch sight of him. Their loyalty to you has been a thorn in his side ever since.

You have been the thorn in his side ever since you first set foot in his brothel years ago, slipping through the front door like a breeze that none of them saw coming. You charmed your way into his men's good graces, winning over their hearts with a flick of your little finger. It got to the point where his men wouldn't even accept your money, brushing off your attempts to pay with dismissive waves and toothy grins. It was a rare sight, seeing the lot of them, usually gruff and hardened, melting under your influence like snow under a warm sun. They'd offer you drinks on the house, pull up chairs beside you for conversations, and treat you like one of their own, much to his growing frustration. He’d seen how their eyes would light up when you arrived, and the playful banter that used to fill the rooms whenever you were around. To them, you were a welcome break from the usual grind, but to him, you were nothing but a nuisance, one he couldn’t quite seem to rid himself of no matter how many times he tried to draw boundaries.

"Come, then," the demon rumbles, jerking his head toward the entrance before opening it in front of you with a rough motion. The hinges creak in protest, blending into the noises of the traffic around.

"Where are the others?" you ask immediately, your gaze sweeping over the empty, dimly lit hall as you step through the doorway.

"I sent them home."

The deal he made with you spread through the brothel within a few hours. The whispers and knowing glances bounced from one monster to another like wildfire, and before the demon knew it, the place was unbearable with the sneaky exchanges. He felt like the butt of a joke, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh," you reply. The disappointment in your voice only adds fuel to his growing annoyance. "I wanted to ask Blake how his family gathering went."

Ezek scowls down at you. His features, all bones, seem haunting. The deep crimson of his skin darkens as he glares. "What?" he asks, irritated. Then, he shakes his head dismissively. "Don't answer. I don't care."

You huff in answer. "Rude."

He rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply as he gestures for you to follow him. The impatience buzzes beneath his taut skin, making his movements rigid while he leads you down the corridor. Each step he takes is purposeful as if he is trying to outrun his annoyance simmering just below the surface.

After he’d had enough of his men’s antics, he finally made the decision to call you. He swore he felt Hell freezing over when you answered the line, all chirpy and upbeat as usual. It was infuriating how effortlessly you managed to sound cheerful when he was at his wit's end at the brothel.

"What can I do for you?"

Ezek snarled before he forced the words out of his mouth. "I have a deal for you."

His idea was simple: you could come and go as you pleased for free, as long as you showed him why the monsters who were supposed to work for him and generate profit acted like you were the one who owned the place. It was a way for him to regain some semblance of control while getting rid of you for good.

"I will be there," you agreed.

The room he chose is simple, with low lights that cast a warm, inviting glow all over. Neatly arranged sheets lie atop the bed, their sweet scent filling the air and mingling with the subtle hints of something floral and fresh.

"I need the bathroom first," you say, already putting down your purse and making your way to the other door.

"Sure," the male grunts in reply with a hint of disinterest in his voice as he loosens a few buttons of his shirt. The fabric parts, revealing a glimpse of his skin.

He settles down on the bed, leaning back against the plush headboard while waiting for you. He can hear you moving around, and without realizing it, he steals glances toward the bathroom, his mind racing with thoughts he can't quite pin down. You are a lively little thing, radiating so much brightness that he has no choice but to feel both frustrated and intrigued at the same time. It doesn’t matter, though. After this night, he will show you that you have no place here, and everyone can move on without making his life impossible. The thought solidifies in his mind. He’s determined to reclaim his authority, to restore order among the chaos you've brought. This night will serve as a reminder to both you and his men that while your presence may be captivating, it’s also fleeting, a temporary distraction that he intends to put an end to.

When you appear at the doorway a few minutes later, he can’t help but be surprised at the sight of you. He expected you to go all out to impress him, but instead, you are clad in nothing but simple white underwear that fits snugly over your curves. Ezek feels a mix of admiration and irritation stir within him as he lets his gaze rake over your soft body. It’s disarming, and he can’t shake the feeling that you are effortlessly turning the tables on him, challenging his resolve in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

"What do you think?" you ask him with a big smile on your face. You twirl around to show him more, though there isn’t much to reveal when it comes to your underwear. It looks soft and comfortable, but his attention is quickly drawn to the plush curve of your ass before you turn back to face him. "I bought it just yesterday."

For a long second, Ezek is silent, taking in the sight of you. Did you really buy this for tonight? But he doesn’t voice any of this, though. While you’re nothing but an annoying little pest in his life, he has no desire to hurt your feelings or damage your self-esteem. Besides, he knows his men would burn him alive if they sensed he’d crossed that line. Instead, he clenches his jaw, torn between frustration and a reluctant admiration for your naiveness.

"You look stunning."

And he isn’t lying. Your natural confidence shines brighter than any lingerie ever could. The soft glow of your skin under the dim lights enhances your allure, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the thin fabric of your bra, clinging to you and showing off your hard nipples. It’s a sight that pulls his focus, stirring something deep within him that he’s too annoyed to confront. Even in something so simple, you manage to captivate him in a way he didn’t expect, and it leaves him grappling with a newfound awareness of just how potent your presence can be.

Moving on the bed, Ezek lets his legs fall onto the plush carpet as he leans slightly onto his knees.

"Come here," he commands, locking his gaze onto yours the whole time.

Maybe he is struggling to find his footing in this situation, but he sure won’t let you lead this dance between the two of you.

_

His long fingers grip your hips with bruising force, digging into the soft skin as he struggles to find control. It’s as if he can’t decide whether to stop you or urge you to move faster, making you bounce harder on his lap. It feels like his brain shut down the moment you climbed onto his lap an hour ago, and now all he can focus on is the heat of your body. Your warmth presses into him in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. Every shift of your body and every roll of your hips sends a fresh jolt through him, and he’s not sure if it’s pleasure or frustration that makes his grip tighten even more. Probably both. His breath comes out ragged, catching in his chest as he tries to steady himself, but it's a losing battle. Every time he thinks he is regaining control, you shift or press closer, and the edges of his thoughts blur again.

You are on his lap, riding him with a relentless rhythm. Your warm, slick heat envelopes him with every bounce. The sound of your bodies colliding, skin slapping against skin, fills the otherwise quiet room, blending with the soft creak of the bed beneath you. If Ezek could muster even a shred of sanity, he’d be irritated by the rhythmic noise. He sure will change every bed in this damn brothel the moment he can think again. But right now, every coherent thought slips through his grasp like sand. His fingers press deeper into your soft flesh, trying to steady you, or perhaps himself, as each movement sends a fresh surge of pleasure through him. It’s maddening, the way you ride him, guiding the pace with a confidence that both frustrates and excites him.

"Ezek," you moan above him. The high, desperate sound wraps around him like a vice, pulling tight, and he feels his erection jerk inside your wet, clenching heat.

A low growl rumbles from his chest. His teeth grind together at the way you moan his name, and then your hands slip from the headboard to wrap around his horns. The sudden, sharp tug on his skull makes his vision go white-hot at the edges as a shudder of raw sensation courses down his spine. His hips buck upward in a frantic, uncontrolled thrust that has him driving deeper inside you. The pressure of your grip on his horns leaves him reeling, forcing out another growl from deep in his throat as his body responds to you in ways he can’t quite rein in. He holds you down, forcing you to stay tight and snug around his cock as he grinds his hips up into you. He can feel the slick warmth of his previous release as it seeps out of your used hole, dripping around the base of his cock with every thrust. The sensation is filthy, spurring him on further to push into you with a rough determination that leaves your pussy clenching around him.

"Fuck," the demon snarls, his voice rough and guttural as he pushes himself up on the bed.

He moves with a sudden, feral urgency, crowding you beneath his larger frame. With a swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing your chest down into the rumpled sheets while your surprised squeal echoes in the room. His palm presses down firmly on the small of your back, pinning you in place as he shifts one of your legs to the side, spreading you open. The position leaves your pussy swollen and easily accessible.

"Ezek!" His name falls from your lips like a breathless plea as he drives into you again. Your body arches instinctively, responding to the overwhelming pleasure. His hips snap forward with an animalistic force. Each stroke is deep and unrelenting as if he’s determined to imprint himself into every part of you. You can feel him everywhere, the heat of his body against yours, the way his presence fills the space around you, making it feel both electric and consuming.

The male leans over you, his breath is hot against your ear as he growls. "Cum around me, Y/N." The weight of his body presses down. Your ass is soft and plush against his pelvis. Each thrust drives him deeper, pushing you closer to the edge.

The demon's muscles are taut as he holds himself above you. He can feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, a sign that he is nearing his own release. His balls pull tight, the need to fill you up almost primal, urging him on with a ferocity that makes his heart race. He digs his fingers into the sheets, anchoring himself as he quickens his pace.

“Y/N,” he growls, his voice low and raw. "Let go for me."

The tight, urging command is the final push you need. He swears he could break his own teeth by the force he closes his mouth as your warm pussy clutches and pulses around him. The feeling of you milking his already sensitive cock snaps the molten heat pooling low in his stomach. It’s as if every nerve ending in his body ignites at once, stealing his breath away for several long seconds. The tight grip of your warmth around him pushes him to the brink, and he can't help but growl as he feels his release barreling toward him, unstoppable.

With a final, deep thrust, he lets go, filling you completely as he shudders in ecstasy. Thick spurts of his cum paint your tightening walls. The warmth of him floods you in waves that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of you. He can feel the pearly white liquid drip down, smearing over your joined skin.

As he finally catches his breath, he collapses onto the bed next to you, chest heaving and the world still spinning. For a long while, both of you lie sprawled out on the bed, the air warm and thick with the mingled scent of your arousal. He turns his head to glance at you, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. The dim light casts a soft glow across your features, highlighting the contentment etched on your face. It’s a sight that sends a wave of satisfaction through him.

He takes a moment to soak it all in.

Until you break the silence.

“Do you think if I give you some time, you’ll be ready for another round?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice is hoarse, yet as cheerful and bright as ever.

The question catches the demon off guard, leaving him momentarily breathless as he stares at you in disbelief. “Wha'?”

You shrug with a playful glint in your eyes. “You are better than I thought.”

The praise ignites a fire within him, causing his blood to boil. His usual scowl returns, hardening the sharp lines of his features as he processes your words.

For a few silent seconds, you hold his gaze, tilting your head slightly as if trying to decipher his reaction. “That’s a no?”

The demon groans, frustration creeping into his voice as he glances up at the ceiling. “Go and find your boys.”

“And what if I do that thing with my tongue again?” you ask. The sultry tilt in your voice sends a jolt of arousal and pain through his already spent cock, making it twitch in response.

Well, call him a machoist... "Give me ten minutes."

He will hear about this from the others anyway when you saunter into the brothel, so why shouldn't he enjoy it while he can?

[nelumbonuciferagaertn]

Beasts x Reader

Summary: How the Beasts react when the reader kisses them. Relationship: Romantic with Shadow Milk Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Eternal Sugar, Silent Salt, and Burning Spice.

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Shadow Milk Cookie

First, you ask him if you can kiss him. Honestly, it disturbs him—not in a bad way, but because he has no experience with romantic relationships. The only vision he has comes from plays, where love is romanticized: the protagonist—a man of course—kisses his beloved fiercely. That brings us to the current situation, where you’re asking to kiss your favorite Cookie, who's now staring at you in shock.

« HA! You know you're funny? …Wait, you're not joking?! » he stammers. When he regains composure, he finally accepts your offer. Though "accept" may be too strong a word compared to what he actually says. « Aww! My Pookie wants to kiss me. But, honestly, I can't blame you—I am so handsome. I’d probably do the same if I were you. So, I’ll be generous and allow you to place your lips on my incredible self! »

You start by kissing the cheek he turns toward you. What he didn't expect is how happy it would make him. The more you kiss him, the faster his heart beats, and the hotter his face becomes. He grabs the sleeve of your t-shirt with the intention of getting himself inked somewhere before collapsing into a puddle of emotion. Until you reach his forehead. Just the way you guide your left hand to his cheek, holding his head while your other hand brushes his bangs back, sweeping a path for a gentle kiss—It melted him! That simple act made him feel protected by your love.

When you stop and walk away to see the result, Shadow Milk Cookie looks dazed. His eyelash-like hair lowers quickly as his trembling hands reach for your clothes. Even though he proclaims himself a master of deceit, his emotions are incredibly easy for you to read.

You finish by kissing him on his lips, making his face turn tomato-red, and the eyes in his hair transform into hearts. You thank him, and his dilated pupils avoid yours, suddenly finding great interest in the nearby wall.

A few hours later, he'll deny liking it. But make no mistake—he'll ask for it again. Not directly, but he will.

Mystic Flour Cookie

She was surprised the first time you asked to kiss her, but kept her poker face. Nevertheless, she accepted.

You start by kissing the end of her hand as if it were a sacred act. She feels a warm glow of satisfaction, as if she had regained her former glory and you were showing her your adoration in the purest and most naive way. And the higher you go, the more this heat intensifies. Each kiss moves higher — starting with her fingers, following her knuckles, then kissing her wrist — until your fingers intertwine, sealing the gesture with intimate grace.

You finish by kissing her lips, very slowly, as if you were silently asking for her consent again. She didn’t pull away; in fact, if you looked closely, you might have noticed her leaning in. The kiss between you was slow, sensual, but full of candor and intensity. A mixture of calm and bold confession.

You had to stop the emotional moment to breathe. Somehow, it seems the lack of air didn’t bother your gorgeous Cookie. You move your head back, feeling a little numb and with red cheeks. And, unlike you, Mystic Flour seems perfectly normal. You would say that if you didn't know her, because you detect a softness in the way she is positioned, and maybe in the light smile on her face. Yeah, that helps too.

Despite this, she looks imperturbable, due to her philosophy of apathy, but inside, she really enjoyed the kiss.

She places her left arm under your chin with a delicate gesture and guides you towards her lips again. And you let yourself be led with joy.

Later, after that soft moment, Mystic Flour will maintain this radiant demeanor for the rest of the day—to the point that Haetae begins to wonder if something had changed in her, though they don’t dare to ask.

Eternal Sugar Cookie

You see her asleep, her head stuffed into her arms. You think she is kinda cute, peaceful like that. And then, you remember a conversation with her where she said she liked it when you kissed her to sleep. So you think it will be cute to kiss her. Not on her lips, because consent is important, and she’s asleep so you don’t have it. However, you can kiss her on the hair. You run your hand over it, smoothing down stray strands before bringing your lips together and tenderly kissing the top of her head. It was a long and soft kiss. When you finish, you whisper goodnight in her ear. You finally move back your head— « That's all you do for showing your love? »

Then, she lifts her head, looking at you slyly, her smile carrying a sweeter undertone. You immediately understand the request. She catches you with her arms surrounding your waist. You then pepper her face with kisses, leaving in your wake sincere proofs of love. Eternal Sugar is definitely happy. Her face lights up with joy. Your lips touch her cheekbones, her lower jaw, the corner of her lips, and you feel that wherever you kiss, her dough becomes warmer. You bet she blushes.

Finally, you warn your favorite Cookie that you have things to do and must go. However, she blocks your path with her angel and demon wings. « Don't you dare leave me. It's our moment now! Just for ourselves ~ »

She hugs you tighter and you can't resist, her sweet scent numbs you. The cocoon of her wings is enchanting, as if this happiness will never end. Both of you fall asleep in each other's arms. Resting peacefully, in this safe place, together, forever~

Silent Salt Cookie

Silent Salt would like to be kissed on the hand or the cheeks, in the style of old medieval demonstrations of love. Discreet, but emotional. Very romantic!

In addition, kiss them on the lips while they are wearing their helmet and they will melt in their armor.

Burning Spice Cookie

When you ask to kiss him, he is surprised. But not in a good way. « Why the hell would you ask that?! » His furrowed gaze pierces you.

This makes you angry. You fix him with the most empty look you can give. He glances at you, clearly not impressed. « Well I'm so sorry for actually caring about your feelings, love! » you growl, taking his head with your two hands and forcing him to lean forward to meet yours. You slam your lips hard, not on his, but just on the corner. Perfect for getting your revenge and teasing him.

When you release the pressure to leave his dough, his response is instantaneous. He slams you against the wall beside you (which you hadn’t even noticed), his ever-present axe glinting in one hand, your wrist pinned with the other. The silence that follows is significant. You can even see an ember igniting in his eyes while he observes you up and down.

« You're playing with fire right now, doll. » He moves his head forward, obviously aiming to kiss you on the lips this time, unlike you. However, you use your free hand to shove it into his long black hair and pull it down roughly, regaining control.

« Nuh-uh. This was my idea. You’re going to stay still. Got it? » He doesn’t resist. You feel the tension buzzing under his skin — the need to take control, but also the thrill of being played.

So you kiss him slowly: cheek, forehead, the edge of his mouth. When your lips reach his jawline, a low growl escapes him.

You smirk. He’s losing. And he doesn’t even mind.

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Bonus for all: Over time, you become more intimate. Thus, they accept—with varying levels of embarrassment—that you kiss them where they wear their Soul Jam:

on his neck for Shadow Milk

on her upper forehead for Mystic Flour

between her eyebrows for Eternal Sugar

on their collarbone for Silent Salt

and on his chest for Burning Spice.

And if they really trust you, they'll let you kiss their Soul Jam directly. 😏

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Note: Yo, I hope you enjoyed it! ✨ This took me a long time because I had to catch the behavior of each Cookie. Silent Salt's text is very short and different for a reason: they have not appeared in the game, so I don't have source material for their identity. Thus, it's mainly a headcanon. I don't even know what gender they have!

To understand the Cookies, I read their WikiFandom, some other fanfictions, and I asked ChatGPT to tell me the percentage of closeness I had with the original Cookie, with some advice added. The text with the highest grade in the first draft was Shadow Milk with 85%. Is it because he's my favorite Cookie and I read a ton of fanfics? Perhaps. By the way, this explains why some texts are longer than others. My motivation to write is apparently proportional to how much I love the character. Lol.

Then, using an AI allowed me to get as close as possible to the character at the cost of various rewrites. I use AI to correct my language too. I know how horrible it is to read a badly written fic. However, my first language isn't English and I'm far from bilingual. So I need correction. The idea and the original text are, and will always be, mine. But I need you to know I use AI in my fic only as a writing tool, just like I use Google Translate.

One more thing I have to say is about the nicknames ("Pookie", "Doll") I used. I don't know if they are used for a specific gender (I'm not a native English speaker), and with my small research I came to the conclusion that they could be used for everyone. But if you are not comfortable with it, you can always change the nickname in your head—for example, replacing it with your name.

I liked writing a new type of fanfiction. However, if I do that again, I won't write for more than 5 characters. That was painful enough 🤣 I'm wondering how many people will read this until the end. Try to fit the word "phantasmagoric" in your comment if you got this far.

Have a nice day :)

[dearhargrove]

F!reader combing through Sergei’s hair as he lays his head in her lap… so sweet! 💖

word count 680

There were few tells if Sergei has had a rough hunt. For one, he's clingy – more so than usual. Second, he's constantly messing with his hair. Be it running his fingers through the curls, pushing them behind his ears just to run his fingers through his hair and have it fall back into his eyes or simply him fiddling with it.

No matter what, it always ended up a tangled mess that he rarely had the patience to deal with. Insert you. If there's one thing you have patience for, it's him. Especially when it comes down to taking care of him, which he so rarely lets you, the need to never be vulnerable still ingrained into his mind by his father.

However, slowly but surely he's been adapting. Small tells that indicate he wants you to just baby him for a moment, to let him relax in a way he usually only can when he sleeps out in the woods.

For example now. You've been sitting on the couch, reading your book, for only about thirty minutes now, cozy. When he comes home you acknowledge him with a soft smile and accept the peck he presses to your lips when he makes his way past you and into the bathroom for a shower.

First hint that his hunt hadn't gone as planned was his frown and the lingering hand on your shoulder, a silent demand for you to join his shower. Which you usually would have but you had just showered earlier yourself and the book was just too good to put down. So, he had a quick shower just to come out sulking, tiny pout on his face and frown even more prominent.

You suppose he either has no clue how obvious he's being about his need for affection or he knows exactly but still doesn't want to make the first move. And you'd love to see him keep pouting and being sulky, but you have too big of a soft spot to leave him be.

The perfect opportunity arises when you see the tangled mess of his hair and his tense movements. He usually cared for his curls just enough to keep them healthy and looking good but when his day has been really bad he doesn't bother to do anything. Especially because it will guarantee you sitting him down and carefully brushing and oiling his hair (which he'll never admit he loves so much that he has to fight falling asleep every single time).

“Sergei?”

He turns to look at you, lip twitching in a silent wince as something in his back pinches and pulls tight. “Hm?” he grunts in reply.

You put a bookmark between the pages you were just reading and set it aside, then pat your lap.

He remains stoic for a second and then walks over, steps as silent as always. He lays down with a grunt, head in your lap and feet over the edge of the sofa. You grab the brush from the coffee table (left there just a few days ago when he'd demanded you to brush his hair) and start carefully combing out the knots and ends. His expression softens up, eyes keenly watching you.

He turns his head sideways so you can reach the back of his head and occasionally lets you turn his head the way you need to. “Did you pull something in your back?” you inquire, the difference in his movements still at the forefront of your mind.

“Don't worry ‘bout it, love,” he grunts, ready to just wait out the injury. You furrow your brows and pinch his shoulder in warning, making him sigh. “It's not too bad. Just need to do some stretching.”

Halfway satisfied with that answer and mentally noting to keep an eye on it, you keep combing out his hair until it's nice and smooth again, wayward curls framing his face prettily.

You reach down to cup his cheek and smile softly, making him lean in and kiss the pulse point of your wrist, lingering there and just breathing you in. Just like that your book is forgotten for the moment as you massage his scalp and let him place kisses all along your arm that is resting over his chest.