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don't kiss and tell: part 3 ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

other parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

pairings: best friend! mark + best friend! jeno + best friend! hyuck x female! reader summary: maybe you indulged yourself too much. you always knew that if any of you caught feelings, things would get complicated. if you knew, then why did you let it get this far? content: non-idol au, explicit smut, cursing, pet names, angst, foursome with switch! reader, switch! mark, switch but sorta sub! haechan, sorta dom! jeno, unprotected sex (pls be safe), hair pulling, fingering, oral sex (male recieving), creampie, there is plot (please read parts 1 and 2 to fully understand!) wc: 10.2k

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“no.”

“but mark-”

“absolutely not.”

“mark, please.”

“we end up doing this every time.”

“this is the last time, i promise!" you plea, one hand resting on his tense arm, "and if i remember correctly, the last two times we did this, it was your idea!”

with the heaviest and most dramatic of sighs, mark’s shoulders sink down in defeat, head rolling back. the last syllable is dragged out as he complains again, "but we've seen this episode before!"

"yes, but it was so long ago that i don’t even remember what happened, please!" you insist, black remote clutched stubbornly in your hand. when he takes longer than two seconds to conjure a convincing argument, your finger presses the middle play button without missing a beat, just in case the boy next to you decides to protest again.

as revenge, the bowl of buttered popcorn, still warm from being recently made, is snatched off of your lap and clutched between mark's palms as he settles under the blanket.

"alright, fine. but pay attention this time so that you don't start asking questions," he's only half-joking, even when he tilts the bowl away and out of your reach playfully. incapable of really denying you anything, mark notices your puffed out cheeks and snorts, compliantly setting the bowl between your bodies. you're busy rolling your eyes, muttering something under your breath close to the effect of "i don't ask that many questions."

while your right hand reaches in to grab a few pieces and pop them into your mouth, you train your eyes on the tv in mark's room. it's the only source of light in the otherwise dark space, illuminating the sharpest points of your faces in cool-toned hues of blue and purple.

maybe it's because he has already seen this episode and is only re-watching it to appease you—and reinforce your lacking memory of the plot—but mark's dark orbs find themselves troubled with the task of concentrating on the screen. instead, they're fixed on you, swimming over the curves of your features.

he's caught himself thinking about you more often these days: jumping for his phone in hopes that it's your name that appears when he gets a text, or staring at you with no intention of looking away unless there's a chance you may catch his eye. at first, he considered knocking some sense into himself and snapping out of this risky habit he's developed, but how could he do that when the very mention of your name provokes a whirlwind of thoughts?

without tilting his head too much in your direction and giving himself away, mark watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. much like his gaze, his mind is preoccupied with all that is you, disregarding the content on the screen.

he finds his mouth salivating as a quick flash of you hovering above him crosses his mind, suddenly reminding him of the way your weight felt on his face, shaking thighs on either side of his head as his tongue swirled around your folds to savor your taste… thank god, he's under the blankets.

and the sounds you made for him? the sweet sounds you made might very well be responsible for his newfound infatuation. mark catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries to remember the way his name slipped off your tongue like velvet-

"mark?"

just like that.

"mark!"

ripped from his daydream and forced to return to reality, mark quickly blinks, eyes snapping to you and widening slightly as he orients himself, "what? sorry i-"

"i asked if this is the guy who was caught with the killer last episode?"

mark gawks at you, a certain amusement or perhaps endearment behind his eyes, be it intentional or not.

it takes him a moment to register your ask because, well, he fully expected you to ask questions because you always ask questions, regardless of what's playing—but for reasons unknown, your little quirk felt particularly familiar today, wholesome even. it's enough to make his heart slightly swell.

"or wait, no! isn't he the one who- why are you looking at me like that?"

he shakes his head softly, unaware of how beguiled he looks, and mutters out "no reason." as his lips press together again, they curve into a little grin.

you raise a brow in confusion, "i know you said not to ask questions, it's just that i wasn't sure if-"

"oh, i don't mind."

as you inspect his face, trying to pick apart what's going on with him, mark's attention starts dwindling once more. why had he never noticed how pretty you are? i mean, he's always thought you were pretty, but something feels so distinctly different now. so, what changed?

for starters, the kiss—no. it wasn't the kiss. he had already doubled back to check if that was the moment that you decided to take a piece of his heart for yourself, and it wasn't. that day, nothing that you did or said solidly implied you might have wanted to be more than friends.

then, there was the time you sat on his face. as exceptional and undeniably revolutionary as that moment was, he wasn't the only one who ate you out, and mark is almost positively sure that he started feeling like this after you deliberately singled him out; something you had done had distinguished him among the other boys and made him feel as though there was a connection between you, more than just the sexual aspects of the bet.

Or, perhaps he's just deluded, searching for any minimal interaction between you that justifies how his ever-waking thought is you. he considered that possibility, also, but it doesn't feel as likely, or at least he sincerely hopes it isn't the case.

so when? when did you make mark lee feel so special that his heart decided to beat wholly for you? it's on the tip of his tongue.

he hasn't uttered a single word in two minutes, despite your burning gaze. "okay, seriously," you sit up, ceasing the playback at once, "what? do i have popcorn in my teeth?"

"no."

"then, what is it?"

baby. that's what it is.

when you called him baby, that's when he started feeling this way.

he's never been keen on pet names, they sounded foreign or misdirected when others would use them on him. but when it came from you? it was heavenly.

ever since you called him that, voice airy and thin as you drowned in the pleasure he gave you, mark had never been the same. moreover, he could not seem to forget a single, minute detail: all three of the boys ate you out, but the only person who you called baby was him.

"why did you call me baby?" he surprises you and himself, the question leaving the safe space of his mind before any consultation is made with his better judgement.

your eyes flicker between his, "what?"

"you called me baby."

quick to object, you lean back, "no i didn't. when?"

"not right now," he shakes his head, "but that day... the day you, uhm- sat on my-"

"oh." in the wake of your realization, your heart begins to wildly leap in your chest.

it's impossible to forget the events of the game night; in fact, any time you're in the same room as any of the boys, you can't help but think of it and wonder if they do, too. often times, the memories follow you even in their absence, at moments where you're alone and randomly dwelling over your exchange with mark.

the two of you cuddling while you were fully naked and in still your post-orgasmic bliss, right before he left to grab you some clothes for the night and offer you his bed, tugging a long a blanket so he could crash on couch for the remainder of the evening...

yes, that exchange. you proceeded to not sleep a wink that night, despite the lingering smell of him on his sweats and sheets that lulled you to comfort.

however, not once since that day had any of you dared to bring it up in conversation, especially as bluntly as mark just had. so, naturally, your cheeks are blossoming, sporting a bright shade of red that is evident even under the tinted blue glow of the tv.

in your shock, you can't tear your eyes away from mark's. you're frozen in place, blinking at him as your brain urges you to spit out any moderately coherent response.

when you finally find your voice, you're a stuttering mess, "well, it's just that, uh- it just felt right, i guess. i mean, why are you asking?"

"because," he pauses, the nerves finally catching up to him, "from the moment that word left your lips, i haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"mark..."

"please tell me i'm not crazy." he interjects, fearing there's a rejection coming. if he doesn't speak out now, he might never get the chance to, so he continues, using every last bit of courage he has, "i really, really like you," his voice cracks slightly, "but, if you can look at me and tell me that you don't think about me the way i think about you, i'll never bring it up again. we can forget this all happened,"

you've been staring at him the entire time but somehow, you failed to notice the way he had inched closer at some point during his confession. when you don't pull away or immediately refuse his feelings, he starts to lean in, letting his eyes freely travel down to your lips. very carefully, he reaches up to hold your face, wary that a single wrong move could rob him of the virtue that is tasting your lips again.

little does he know that not one single fiber of your being intends to interject or stop him. when your eyes flutter closed, giving him silent permission, he presses his mouth to yours gently.

god, if you thought the first kiss you shared with him was slow and torturous, nothing could have prepared you for this one.

tenderly and gingerly, mark moves his mouth against yours, finally free of any distractions or time constraints. his fingers disappear into your hairline as he rotates his head to revel in the feeling of your warm, plump lips finally grazing his.

with no hesitation, you reciprocate his affection, sinking into the warmth of his touch. it's as exhilarating as ever to kiss him, even with the slight awkwardness that radiates off of both of you.

at first, he's modest about using his tongue, but it soon swipes against you a few too many times, pleading for entry. his eagerness becomes increasingly evident when he delivers a slight but sharp tug at your hair that causes your lips to part and his tongue to freely swipe at yours.

fuck, everything he does is so hot, and you're suddenly bursting with the need to get closer to him in any way possible.

without breaking the kiss, you reach to move the popcorn to the bedside table behind you, hoping it doesn't fall although you can't be bothered to care if it does. slowly, you move to straddle him, the skin at your waist heating up under the contact of his guiding hands that place you right over his lap.

by now, there's a growing arousal between your legs, made so much more apparent when his hardened cock brushes against your cunt and you feel how cold your wetness is, pressed flush against you. it doesn't help that he's feeding breathy whimpers into your mouth.

unintentionally, you whine out the pet name in return, and he pulls away for the first time, checking if he heard you correctly. baby: four letters and he instantly feels his heart rattle against his ribs.

"holy shit, say it again."

"fuck, baby, please."

"please what?" his eyes stare into yours—deeply, attentively, like an unbreakable trance—he's hanging on your every word, disposable to fill any demand.

with a soft batting of your eyes, you mutter, “kiss me,”

he doesn't need you to ask twice; a guttural growl leaves his throat and mark dives back in to capture your lips, bucking up to rub his erection into you. with a seemingly insatiable hunger, your hands start busily exploring his chest and shoulders, clawing at his shirt running through his hair, grabbing everything you can reach. your fingers slide up from the expanse of his shoulders to his locks, where they settle, allowing you to pull him even closer.

in this moment, mark is thinking about absolutely nothing and everything all at once. turns out, he didn’t imagine your affection, it was really there the entire time. his mind is racing; he thinks about how the swell of your breasts feel against pressed against his chest, how your tongue licks his teeth and wets his lips, meanwhile you're grinding yourself down to feel more of him— sure, you two were already on the same page about one thing, but there’s still an issue at hand, an issue that won't leave his mind even with all the wonderful things distracting it.

when the air is beginning to run short in his lungs, he pulls away again, chest heaving. leaving his forehead pressed to yours, he mumbles out a question that makes you instantly dizzy.

"do you wanna do this?"

you quickly nod, but the weight of his question isn’t clear.

"no, like, do you want to do this,” he emphasizes what he means with an index finger that points between you and his implication clicks. the sigh the breezes past your lips makes his shoulder’s immediately tense up. mark fears he may have completely ruined the moment. that is, until you answer.

"i think so," you nod slowly, taking him by surprise. a small smile sits on your lips, thumb coming up to swipe his cheekbone affectionately. he leans into your touch as you continue, "we can talk about-"

"-no, because there's no way that you actually think the earth is flat." distantly, a set of voices are heard, along with the sound of the apartment door closing. the first belongs to jeno, obvious despite the way it's muffled.

"i'm just saying, bro, there's a possibility."

"you're actually an idiot, donghyuck, oh my god," their footsteps are rapidly approaching, heading straight towards you.

"watch, i bet you mark agrees that-"

you and mark don't have time to scramble off of each other before his bedroom door swings opens with a thud. simultaneously, you both turn to face the boys who skid their heels to a stop, taking in the scene before them.

hyuck's eyes widen, but he masks his shock by simply striding inside and letting his hands sit at his hips, "woah, what did we just interrupt?" his tone is mocking and accusatory, and jeno rolls his eyes.

"oh, we were just-" you finish climbing off of mark, nervously brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

the boy looks between the two of you and the tv, nodding in understanding, "netflix and chilling?'"

jeno shakes his head, "i don't think they got to the chilling part, hyuck."

"then it looks like we got here just in time. got room for two more?" he scoffs playfully, wiggling his eyebrows at his own lewd comment that more than likely, isn't a joke. at your silence, the youngest boy sits at the edge of the bed, ready to state his case.

"i know how that sounds," he sputters quickly before you or mark can object, "but seriously, think about it: it’ll be full circle! we started with the kiss, then i proved i'm the best at head, and now we can- ow!"

you've lost count of the amount of times jeno has had to smack him over the head recently. "what hyuck is trying to say," he explains, "is that he's a horny fuck who can't keep it in his pants. come on, bro,"

mark snorts, slightly amused at the situation. he can tell you're a little flustered from being caught, even more from being proposed such an offer. he knows hyuck can be quite relentless.

the boy in question shrugs off the hand that jeno placed on his shoulder to pull him away, stubbornly whining out, "you're telling me you're not even a little bit curious about what it's like to fuck all of us at once? think about it, princess. we'll be at your disposal, again."

no because when you put it like that...

fuck, fuck, fuck.

how do you always find yourself back in the same situation? in fact, why are you even considering this?

your first instinct is to turn around and look at mark, since you're not entirely convinced that after tonight's confession he'll be jumping at the chance to share you. the two of you are stuck between friends and something more, as a result of the boys interrupting before you could continue your conversation. still, there's no denying what you feel for him.

it's not any less true that your panties are soaked and ruined at the mere idea of having all of them in palm of your hand, competing to pleasure you for the third time. even so, your decision remains an easy one: if mark isn't okay with this, then you aren't either.

you want to prove to him that you're serious about him, not blatantly disregard him and agree to hook up with his friends right after he told you about his feelings.

when your eyes land on him, however, whatever resistance you're expecting to see is nowhere to be found. mark's slumped posture implies he's completely relaxed, and he's looking back at you through a low-lidded gaze.

“what do you think?” you ask him timidly.

“is this something you wanna do?” he no longer refrains from touching you in front of the boys, letting his hand reassuringly slide under your shirt and the tips of his fingers rub circles on your lower back.

shuddering under his touch, you blink, “is it alright with you?”

the fact that you’re even checking with him reinforces that you really do like him. it boosts his ego, gives him a certain sense of ownership over you. now, he knows that if he told you he wanted you all for himself, you'd be his without a second thought.

surprisingly, there's a lack of jealousy bubbling in his chest; the idea of you bouncing on his best friends' dicks doesn't bother him. if anything, it pushes him to fuck you even better.

if they can make you moan, he'll make you scream.

"if you want to, i don't mind doing this one more time," his lips curl up to small smile, "but it's the last time."

when you turn back around, hyuck can't seem to contain his bubbling excitement. laughter rumbles in his chest, a devious expression taking over his features.

even jeno, who originally wasn't as persistent with the idea, is taking long steps over so that he can quickly come up to stand beside where you sit. it's not in his nature to overstep boundaries or even push them, and you've noticed he always seems more apprehensive when things escalated to this point. weirdly though, despite his initial shyness, he always seems to surprise you.

unlike mark and hyuck, he wears a bit of a nervous smile, but you can still see the outline of him in his pants where he grows harder and harder.

you shake your head, laughing breathlessly, "you're all crazy."

"maybe. but if that pussy feels half as good as it tastes..." hyuck trails off, licking his lips, "what do you say, princess?" he leans closer until he's slightly hovering above you, propping himself up on his hands. he's not shy about the way he gawks at your lips with unfaltering focus, waiting for them to mold and utter a yes.

so you give him exactly what he wants.

between your legs, your clit throbs, and you don't know it, but the innocent, doe-like look in your eyes makes the precum leak angrily from his tip.

the word has barely left your lips before hyuck leans in, pressing his lips to yours roughly. the first thing you notice is that it's so different from your recent kiss with mark. hyuck has always been greedy with his affection, that much you know, but it's made painfully obvious in the way he kisses you now—it's like he's in a frenzy, edged on by how hard you make him, furiously turned on and desperate to sink himself in your folds.

you were so busy molding your mouth into his that you almost missed the sensation of all their hands on your body, each with a different placement and intention. one of hyuck's hands made its way between your legs, palm pressing into your clit while the other grabbed his own erection to grope it over his jeans.

on your left, jeno comes in, rolling your shirt up so that your boobs are exposed, nipples boldening when the cool breeze hits them. his thumbs flick the buds distractedly.

mark groans quietly from behind you, squeezing the skin on your ass and thighs between his fingers before running his hands up and down your spine. he sits up to remove your shirt.

you and hyuck break the kiss for a moment as the material comes up and over your head, and he takes the opportunity to remove his own shirt, but before he can dive back into the sanction of your lips, jeno's grip on your throat turns you to him.

he lets his mouth brush over yours, a thumb tugging your jaw down. you're practically panting in his face, and you may have otherwise been embarrassed if he didn't look to be so absorbed.

"i'll try to be gentle, but every time we end up back here," his breath is hot, "i get the urge to ruin you."

indeed it seems that he plans to surprise you this time around, too.

there is such intense fervor and impatience burning though your veins right now, and his provocative words aren't helping. you want to be devoured right now, to have your clothes ripped off so that you can be used.

he casts his gaze all over your features, "speak up. what's running through that pretty little head of yours?"

you speak with the absence of shame, letting the need drip off your lips, "i want you to make me feel good,"

"you're so fucking hot, fuck," he praises, voice resembling a growl. an involuntary whine escapes your throat, perhaps out of frustration because he's still teasing you with a kiss, or maybe pleasure, since hyuck's hand is still rubbing into your core, setting you aflame with want.

or, it's could very well be because behind you, mark's hot tongue has started sliding across your skin, over your shoulder and into that sweet spot where your collarbone meets your neck.

"alright," mark breathes the words into your skin, pulling you slightly toward him, "i go first."

hyuck is quick to object, getting up on his knees, "why should you get to go first?"

"i don't know if you recall," the clanking of his belt being unbuckled makes you drool, "but you two interrupted us,"

"wait," you insist. mark looks at you expectantly, pausing his movements, "let me,"

something about the way his eyes flutter, softening as he watches your fingers inch closer to the waist band of his pants, drives you absolutely mad. it tugs at your heartstrings to see his cheeks so flushed, his features suggesting that he's both taken aback and contented by your sudden initiative.

you're basically crawling over to him now, lowering your face so that you're eye-level with his crotch and your ass is up in the air—don't worry, this new position doesn't go unnoticed by the other boys.

while you busy yourself tugging down his jeans so that they're looped around his upper thighs, jeno mirrors your actions. in less than two seconds, your shorts are slipped down and pooling where your knees meet the mattress, leaving you in only your panties.

when haechan reaches to slide it off, jeno's blocks him, "not yet. look at this," a single finger prods you, swiping down the tiny piece of fabric that covers your folds. he's pointing out the blotch of wetness to the other boy, a darker shade than the rest of the material around it.

mark's eyes are set on you, unmoving, watching the way your comparatively small hand wraps around the shape of him. he had made you feel so good last time, and because you were unable to return the favor then, you felt the need to impress him now—you wanted to see his eyes roll back as he came down your throat.

in an effort to tease him just a bit, your tongue darts out, licking a stripe across the outline of him over the black boxers he's wearing. his pouty lips form an 'o', right hand brushing your hair from your eyes.

"quit teasing and take this off for me, baby."

obediently, the tips of your fingers hook his waistband and pull it down, letting his hardened length spring free. your eyes widen slightly, meeting his, and the first thing you notice is that all of him is pretty. tussled hair, soft eyes, hollowed cheeks that suck in a breath, pink tip that glistens with silky pre-cum.

you waste no time, letting your lips slide against him, tongue collecting every drop of his arousal. as soon as your hand wraps around his base, he lets out a hiss through his teeth.

as much as you'd like to keep your focus, it proves to be slightly difficult, considering the way jeno's fingers are rubbing you, still refusing to discard the last piece of clothing that remains covering you. he's simply spreading your wetness, getting off on the fact that you're so aroused and barely anything has happened yet.

"you like that?" hyuck asks you.

you can only hum, lips wrapped around mark's slit. he hisses again, bucking up at how sensitive he is while your sounds vibrate against him.

"we should prep her," jeno thinks out loud. you clench around nothing at the thought, "how else is she gonna be able to take all three of us?"

"let me take her panties off,"

"no," he simply tugs them to the side, exposing your slit.

hyuck huffs with exasperation, "why?"

"don't you wanna watch her panties get ruined?"

from the silence, you can only assume that he's been convinced. before you know it, one of jeno's long digits is pushing into your entrance. you lift off of mark with a pop, letting out a soft moan.

it's been months since you've had sex, so you're grateful that they've decided to ease you in. you don't know how you would've handled the burning stretch otherwise, especially now that you've seen mark's impressive size.

jeno pumps in and out of you slowly, watching the way his finger becomes coated with your juices. you cry out as he adds another finger, then another.

returning to the task at hand, you replace the thumb rubbing mark's head with your mouth, sinking down as far as you can until he's disappeared past your lips.

"oh, yes, baby, just like that. your throat feels so good," he whimpers, slurring over his words. he didn't know if he was better off grabbing a fistful of the sheets or of your hair so he greedily settles for both. gathering all of your hair with his right hand, mark tugs you up.

when you gasp loudly, he gently coos at you, "breathe, baby. remember to breathe."

you nod, although you're not sure you properly processed the information. the feeling of jeno's three fingers curling in your core and hitting so deep inside of you have your mind a bit preoccupied. mindlessly, your eyes flutter closed.

"look at me, pretty baby."

with a hum, you oblige, blinking at him. your face is pinched in pleasure, your orgasm approaching quickly, but you're determined to pleasure him. you take his cock in your mouth again, cheeks hollowed as you bob up and down, taking care to swirl your tongue long the bottom of his shaft.

"ohh-aah."

you pop up for air once and mark thinks he might get a break, a second to admire the string of saliva that connects his tip and your lips, but you don't give him that liberty, quickly sucking him off again.

it's his turn to gasp now, a low groan rumbling in his throat. when his eyes close, you stop your movements, breathlessly retorting, "look at me, baby" just as he had said to you moments ago.

what were you doing to him...

mark smirks, tongue pressing into his cheek. he only manages to uphold this amused expression for a second, because when your nose bumps against his base again makes his teeth clamp down on his lip.

and when you swallow around him-

he quickly pulls you up by your hair, "don't do that again or i'm gonna come,"

"but baby, i want you to come-"

"no." mark pants, "i wanna be inside of you before i come."

your hand is still pumping him, subconsciously matching the pace jeno has sets with his fingers in your cunt. there's a wet squelching sound from between your legs, and your thighs beginning to shake.

jeno curses, landing a slap on your ass, "fuck, i feel you clenching around my fingers, you're so tight."

what sends you over the edge is a perfect combination of a few different things: jeno maintaining his speed, knuckle deep in you, hyuck taking his thumb to rub circles on your clit, and mark, even when dazed from the way you we're just pleasing with your mouth, holding your face in his hand, a string of encouragements and praises leaving his lips.

"come, baby, please. i wanna see your face as you come."

"oh, shit, shit, shit-i'm-" the pressure in your stomach snaps and cuts you off. your hips instinctively begin to roll back desperately until you're basically grinding yourself into the boys' fingers. for a moment, you cant make any sound, just letting out labored breaths in the midst of your blinding bliss.

but, as you start to come down, you realize the boys haven't let up, and you finally find your voice when the pleasure slips into overstimulation, leaving you a fidgeting, whining mess, clawing at mark's shirt for any way to ground yourself.

he takes your hands into his, admiring the sight of you overwhelmed so early into the night.

jeno draws his fingers back, instantly bringing them to his mouth where he sucks them clean.

"she's ready for you," hyuck smirks, "and you were right," he turns to jeno, gesturing at your underwear and the enlarged stain that keeps spreading as your juices continue slipping out. he uses both hands to spread your ass cheeks, "this was a sight worth waiting for."

mark slides off the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt off in the process. he doesn't bother fully taking off his pants or underwear.

"c'mere"

you scoot closer, bringing your legs together so he can slide your shorts up and toss them aside. then, with no hesitation, mark spreads your legs with both hands, hungrily taking in the sight of your wet and slick core.

there are so many nerves bubbling in your stomach right now. with the way he's staring at your figure, you swear you're about to burst into flames. the tiniest details of his being are absolutely the most mind-blowing. there's a single drop of sweat sliding tentatively down his long torso, lean and defined. his chest keeps rising and falling quickly, and you can tell from the way he looks you up and down that he, just like you, is trying to soak up every last detail of how you look.

he thrusts into his hand a few times before guiding his tip towards your folds where he slides himself between your lips, poking at your bundle of nerves time and time again. he rubs himself into you, teasing incessantly until your back arches and pleads are falling from your mouth.

"please, mark, please.."

he sucks his teeth, "please what?"

"i wanna feel you,"

and he complies, cause he's so lenient when it comes to you. he gives you a small nod that tells you he's satisfied with your response, then slips just the tip in. you had started to moan out but as soon as he pulled himself back, you end up whimpering instead.

"shh, baby, i know, i know," he bends down to kiss the corner of your mouth as your eyes close, pushing himself in again slowly, "i don't wanna hurt you."

after a few more patient thrusts, he bottoms out inside of you. your stomach tightens at the feeling of being full of him, deliciously stretched out and warm.

when you blink your eyes open, you notice that beside you, hyuck has pulled off his jeans and is kneeling in his underwear with his dick out, rubbing himself and spreading his leaked pre-cum over his swollen tip. he's clearly frustrated, cheeks red and bottom lip puffy from biting at it.

jeno hasn't taken his length out yet, but you can't imagine it would take him much longer. the tent in his pants, constrained by the black denim of his jeans, must be killing him.

you reach out to help hyuck and the boy shudders before you've even grasped him in your palm. he's sensitive, crying out quietly for you to give him more. for a second, you consider laughing, the peculiar sounds taking you aback.

hyuck who's normally a smart-mouthed menace is suddenly begging for you to please him?

irony aside, you happily adhere to his pleas, spitting in your hand so that it's easier to slide up and down his length. he’s a mess by the fourth or fifth stroke, leaning his weight back on his palms as he struggles to not blow his load yet, especially with the way jeno squishes and plays with your boobs.

he’s for sure a boob guy, constantly fondling them and tugging on your nipples until you wince. you suspected it since the last time, but it’s rather obvious now.

hyuck is intently watching everything, practically thrusting into you to increase the friction.

between your legs, mark rocks his hips a little harder, enough to graze a spot inside you already so sensitive from jeno’s fingers. you sigh out, reaching for him with your free hand to pull him closer.

when he fucks into your spot again, you clench, making his movements buffer momentarily. “oh, my god.” he sighs out, gripping your waist tightly.

“you’re so deep,” you're drinking up every last moan from him, hyuck, and jeno, the last to unbutton his pants. he releases his dick from the white boxers brief's and as the air hits it, his head falls back. you don’t refrain from marveling at the sight.

as mark moves to push down on your lower stomach, your eyes roll back.

"mark, baby, fuck," truthfully, mark doesn't know what he did in a past life to deserve this. you're sucking him in so tightly, your walls gripping him with no intention to let go. under his palm, he can feel where the head of his cock hits inside you. the layer of sweat on your face makes you look like you're glowing, and your soft hair is fanned out around your face, like that of a halo.

"yeah, you like that?"

you nod breathlessly, breasts bouncing up and down as he pounds into you. the hand that wraps around hyuck’s dick begins to lack consistency as you lose yourself in the feeling of mark in you. desperately, hyuck rushes to place his hand over yours and guide you up and down.

there's a coil about to break within you, your second orgasm hurling toward you with no plan to stop.

you're foggy, dizzy—the only thought in your mind is how intense the ecstasy is, how good you feel in this moment. your walls squeeze tighter and tighter until you announce:

“oh, i'm gonna come-"

"baby," he slows down, speaking softly "not yet."

"what?" you lean up, lids snapping open, "why?" your orgasm is ripped away from you as he pulls out, leaving you writhing and empty. you're left fluttering around nothing, yearning for release.

"i don't wanna tire you out before they have their turn," he looks to jeno and hyuck.

in disbelief, you pout, pulling him closer by his forearms, "but i wanted you to-"

"i will," he kisses you, momentarily calming your mangled cries, "believe me, baby, I wanna come with you. let's let them have a go, yeah?"

you shakily nod, still mourning the feeling of having him filling you up. nonetheless, in an effort to be good for him, you sit up and turn to hyuck, who's been edging himself for the last few minutes.

"fucking finally," he groans, realizing that your gaze trailing down to his cock, tells him it's his turn.

wasting no time, he scoots up to lay down on the bed and up you go to follow him, crawling over so that you're straddling his lap, only a few inches above his throbbing erection.

he urges you to come down and jeno tsks, shaking his head, "both of you are so impatient."

your entrance is already so wet that when your fingers direct his tip there, you’re able to sink right down, both of your heads rolling back at the relief.

"i want you to ride me," hyuck sighs out, gripping your hips to roll you against him. knowing that it would only heighten the experience, you reach for jeno's shoulder, bringing him closer. he's quick to reciprocate, pressing his lips to yours as his hand holds the back of your head. at first, he only rests it there, but as your hips roll faster and the moans start resonating in your throat, he pulls on the strands he grips.

"is this okay?" he murmurs, giving another test tug.

"yes," you breathe out quickly, nodding, "yes, jeno."

you hold yourself up on hyuck's bare chest, nails digging into his skin. he's especially deep inside of you because you're sitting on his lap and every sway of your hips provides your clit with friction as it rubs against his pelvis.

progressively, his and your moans get louder as both of you get sloppier. jeno busies himself by mercilessly fisting your hair, studying the way he can make you gasp out and wince.

mark is droopy-eyed, leaning in to kiss your shoulder blade.

“yes, ride me just like that. fuck, i think you’re close cause you’re-“

“i am close,” you confirm, jaw slack.

“use me, princess. keep using me until you come all over me,”

god, you want to, but the burn in your thighs is becoming unbearable. you slightly whimper “i can’t,” and hyuck starts with pleading with you, begging you to keep going.

“m’so tired, hyuck,”

you’re starting to sweat, legs weakening with every time you try to urge them to move.

hyuck realizes that you are indeed struggling, and he grips your hips tighter.

“it’s okay, i got you,” with an unsteady thrust up, hyuck manages to lift you enough to buck his hips up into you at an impossibly fast pace, chasing his own climax and prepared to deliver yours. within a few seconds, you’re coming again.

jeno tightens the grip on your hair and your high suddenly hits you that much harder—even as you come down, you’re floating, reaching back for mark who whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he drags his lips along your cheek, lazily kissing you.

“oh, shit—i’m gonna-“ hyuck slips out of you, using his hand to stroke himself until he spews his milky white liquid into his stomach, trembling below you.

“do you need a second?” mark wonders, looking over your body that glistens with perspiration. you shake your head, though it’s not very convincing.

“no, i can keep going.”

jeno lightly brushes your hair over your shoulder, his hold on it loosening when your orgasm came to a end. now, he settles for rubbing soothing circles onto your smooth skin.

"i'll be good to you, yeah? i'll take it easy." he assures you, helping you climb off of hyuck who's just barely beginning to regain his composure, dick still twitching where it lays on his stomach.

jeno practically carries you, placing you on the side of the bed that was unoccupied. as mark lightly blows cool air in your face, jeno takes his shirt off, kneeling on the bed so that he's right behind you, your back pressed to his chest. like this, you're sandwiched between both boys, your exhaustion quickly fleeting as you feel their skin against yours.

shaky fingers come up to hold mark's shoulders, and he sweetly kisses you. as you arch your back, you can feel how jeno's hard and potent tip brushes between your folds, teasing your entrance.

even though you're sensitive, you're still dripping with need. your essence is coating your thighs and mark's sheets, and now, jeno's dick, which he slowly seeps in.

you whine into your kiss with mark, breaking apart to lean your head back onto the broad chest against your backside. both pairs of hands are roaming your skin freely, and you're unable to distinguish whose is whose or predict where they'll go next. you settle for savoring every touch and grasp they leave in their wake.

you can tell jeno is reading your body language, interpreting each gasp and reaction you give so that he can speed up when you're ready to take all of him.

"you can go faster," your permission comes out mumbled, but you’re too restless to sit at this speed. he hisses at the way you wiggle around temptingly, walls massaging him. he never thought you’d be so warm and so, so wet. it takes him biting his cheek to not bust right then and there.

bringing a hand down to your ass, he gives you exactly what you want, grunting with each thrust, slamming into you at an angle that makes your breath get caught in your throat.

there are stars swimming on your eyelids from how hard you're squeezing them shut, your hips subconsciously pushing back to meet jeno's with shameless desperation, needing to feel him closer.

everything about the scene is so lewd: the sounds of your skin slapping against each others, the bed creaking rhythmically in accordance with jeno's thrusts, the drops of sweat that slide down his chest and side burns and make him glisten, even in the dim light...

mark begins lowering himself so he can take your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth grazing the bud till it darkens and perks up, brings his fingers to your clit to rub you.

your mind is clouded with lust, vision is fuzzy and glazed; it's like something out of a dream. both of your forearms are held behind your back in one of jeno's large hands while the other one wraps around you, holding your neck and tilting your head back so that he can look at you. when he isn't watching your face, admiring the way it contorts in pleasure, he's kissing and sucking the skin on your neck.

and the sounds he makes as he fucks you? otherworldly.

the grunts he's delivering to your ear are delectable and you involuntarily clench around him, yelping out when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder at the way your walls squeeze his cock.

"shit, jeno!" you breathe out when mark lifts his fingers, dipping them into your mouth. when you lick them clean, he places them back where they were, leaving you a shuddering and fidgeting mess. jeno stills his movements, pushing himself as far into you as possible. "oh, god, you're so deep," you mewl.

with a smirk on his face, he slowly starts moving again, spreading your cheeks so he can watch the way his cock sinks into you time and time again, disappearing between your wet folds. just the sight makes him twitch.

"i'm close," he warns, twisting your hair around his wrist and pulling you close to kiss your cheek affectionately. you nod weakly in agreement, leaning into his touch. though you’re unable to utter a single intelligible word in response, a series of quiet whines leave your lips as you sit on the verge of your third orgasm.

"is he fucking you good?"

you nod at mark's question, reaching for his hands again.

"i wanna come on your ass,"

"p-please," your voice must sound no better than pathetic by now.

your stomach churns on cue as mark's speeds up his motion, teasing your throbbing and puffy clit until you find yourself gushing around jeno's dick, walls fluttering from overstimulation. it's well worth all the sensitivity, because you’re coming so hard.

god, and you still have another orgasm awaiting you.

you're suddenly being bent over as jeno puffs and huffs, sliding out of you and working himself until his hot cum covers your ass and back in stripes. he pants loudly, teasing himself until every last drop has been emptied and your covered in his release.

"yup. that was hot. i'll be back, i'm gonna go clean up," hyuck pipes up for the first time in a while, tapping his hand to his stomach to watch how his load sticks to his fingers in webs. he scoots off the bed and leaves, presumably to the bathroom.

"you gonna clean up, too?" mark asks.

jeno shakes his head, still heaving breaths, "nah, not yet." his eyes land on you but mark quickly shakes his head.

"we're gonna wrap it up here, i think," mark explains, holding you up by your waist, "i don't think she can take any more,"

"i can," you stubbornly argue, "mark, you haven't even finished, baby."

between your bodies, his dick is standing as tall as ever, red and inflamed and knocking against your lower stomach. he's undeniably rock hard, and you'll be damned if you don't get to watch the look on his face when he orgasms.

"it's okay. i can take care of it myself. you-"

you lean in to kiss his jaw, cutting his words short. when he stops talking, you bring your lips to his ear, you whisper, "i want you to come inside of me,"

his eyes widen, and you catch the way his cheeks get red when you lean back. his reaction makes your heart beat faster, and you reach to hold his face.

"are you sure?" the shock dwindles into concern again.

"if i was too tired," you peck his lips, "i would tell you. i'm sure that i want this." he grins softly, scooping you up by your thighs to lay you on the bed, diving on top of you and situating himself between your legs. he's still kneeling, and in order to kiss you, he has to lean over, lips landing on yours with so much delicacy that it takes your hand on the back of his head for him to sense that you want more.

your other hand reaches to grab his length, slowly pumping it. as you run it up and down, his breathing changes and he moves to kiss down your chest. effortlessly, mark picks you up again by your hips so that your head is the only part of you still resting on the bed.

you're so filled with desire that you moan even before he touches you. he doesn't make you wait long, though, wasting no time and guiding himself to your entrance, sopping wet and ready for him. as he directs your hips closer, you help tilt his tip down. finally, he's inside of you again with a shiver and the sexiest drawn out groan, stuffing you full.

his jaw tightens instantly at the pressure of you squeezing around him, and when he speaks, it's through gritted teeth, "you're so wet," he moves with caution since you're still hypersensitive, "and after how many times you've been fucked tonight, you're still so fucking tight. shit, i can feel you sucking me in."

slowly but surely, he starts picking up the pace, working you until sweat droplets are sliding down the side of his face.

he's fucking into you so mindfully, making sure that he pulls out enough to see most of his head, then pushing in so far that you're flush against the base of him, jolting up when he hits a spot that's particularly deep.

every time that you cry out his name, his eyes flash up to yours, taking in your fucked out expression. your hair is a mess, makeup running just a bit. all of your features are scrunched up, mouth open and panting, and currently. you're holding a hand over your mouth, the other placed over his where it meets your hip.

damn, he could come at the sight of you like this.

and he does.

he's filling you up in more ways than one now, spilling into your cunt, grip tightening enough to leave bruises along your waist. he realizes in this moment that after today, there's no way he's not pussy-whipped by you.

how could he not be, when you were taking him so well? when you asked him to come inside of you?

he also realizes that you still haven't finished and his thrusts are beginning to stutter. voice strained, mark chokes out, "aah, shit. are you-?"

"just a little more, baby, please," your words are muffled by the hand on your mouth but he gets the message nonetheless, grimacing at the overstimulation of keeping up such a speed now that he's so sensitive. he keeps going, because he has to help his baby ride out her high.

your fingers dig into the sheets as your orgasm hits you, waves of pleasure flushing through your core. your face is red hot, vision blurred, cunt booming with a pleasure so intense, nothing like you've ever felt before. a mix of your wetness and mark's cum is coating his cock now, making a ring at the base of it and spreading all throughout his length. when he'[s sure you're done, he cautiously pulls out, watching as his seed leaks out of you.

"that was-," he pauses—inexplicable, heavenly, incredible, mind-blowing—"there's no word that even comes close."

when you look over, jeno had come a second time, the sticky white substance all over his hand and thighs. he resembled both of you, breathing heavily. you take in the sight of him through your lashes, shoulders are rising and falling, hair sticking to his forehead.

the bedroom door opens about half way, and hyuck pokes his head in, "i could hear all of you from the bathroom on the other side of the apartment. it was impressive, really. oh, and sincerely, i feel envious of your future boyfriend. that dude's gonna luck out." you can feel everyone's eyes on you, face getting red, "i'm gonna knock out. thank you for that, yeah?"

"yeah," you reply, offering a bit of an awkward laugh.

mark kisses your forehead and lips before getting up, pulling his underwear and pants up. he walks over to his drawer to grab a change of clothes for you as jeno gets up, too, dressing himself.

he gives you a nod, "stay here, okay? i'm gonna grab something to clean you up with."

it wasn’t like you really could move anyway, at least not yet. your thighs were burning, and if you tried to get up, your wobbly legs would give out.

as jeno leaves, mark brings over a folded shirt and a pair of boxers for you to wear, setting them on the night stand.

“i’m gonna shower,” you lean up on your elbows, flashing him a tired smile. mark brushes your hair behind your ear, nodding.

“you wanna stay over, pretty?"

"i'd love to."

"good. wait for me, i'll be right back."

when he clicks open the bedroom door to leave, jeno is on the other side. he was about to reach for the handle. as mark shimmies out, the boy walks in, a warm, moist towel clutched in his hand.

you laugh as he shields his eyes, coughing awkwardly. "sorry, uh-is it okay if i-"

"jen, you're acting as if you didn't just fuck me. you've seen me naked twice now."

he lets out a little snicker, casting his eyes over you softly. when you reach for the towel, he shakes his head, "here, let me. can you sit up for me?" you do as he asks and he gets closer, "you have some- let me get that for you," trailing off, jeno holds your face as he gently wipes away the black smudges from your under-eyes.

you're simply looking up at him, but for some reason, when he meets your gaze, his ears go red. he really hopes you don't notice.

in an effort to hide how flustered he is, jeno moves away, going around the bed. you let out a little squeak, shivering when he starts wiping away some of the stickiness from your thighs and ass where he relieved himself earlier. then, he moves to the front, wiping between your legs with hesitance.

"why are you so nervous?"

he instantly tenses up, stilling his eyes on the bed instead of on you, "huh?"

"you're all... shy. i don't know. it just seems like after we do..." you look around, trying to find the right word, "well, this—you're a completely different person."

"oh," he looks like he wants the earth to swallow him, and you slightly pout at his reaction. maybe you shouldn't have said anything.

"you know what, forget i brought it up." you sigh gently, "it's not a bad thing, i swear, it's just... i don't want this to affect our friendship."

"it already has." he mutters defeatedly. as he finishes wiping you off, you take mark's old shirt, throwing it over your head so that you're not completely nude. his statement doesn't slip your mind, though. not at all.

"what? what do you mean?"

"the reason i get nervous," he starts, but it takes him too long to continue and you're interrupting him again, kneeling up and tugging him to sit beside you on the edge of the bed.

"if you didn't wanna do this, you could've said something, jen. i'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable or-"

"no, no. it's not that. like, genuinely, it's so far from that." he laughs lightly, finally finding your eyes. you immediately relax at the sound that rumbles from his chest.

"so, tell me." you shrug.

for a few seconds, jeno tries to organize his thoughts, but his efforts are futile. he can't remember a single time he didn't wish he could tell you what’s been on his mind. in fact, for the last six months, it's been the first thing that's popped into his head when the two of you entered the same room.

fuck, man. no matter how many times he's rehearsed the same speech, it's not any easier—especially not now. you look as pretty as ever, and it doesn't help that he's made you come around his tongue, fingers and cock-

spit it out, jeno.

"i like you."

if you were expecting to feel any bit of relief, think again.

the burden that was meant to be lifted is now immediately heavy on your shoulders, and you're convinced your face has gone entirely pale.

"i've liked for as long as i can remember. and it was easy to ignore at first, until the day we kissed.” his eyes fall to the ground, “for a while, i was so mad at hyuck because i didn't want to put myself through that if i knew i wouldn't be able to have you. b-but even then, i thought ‘i might be able to forget. it was a ten second kiss that was for a bet, you know?’"

oh, god. your heart beats so loud that for a second, you think he'll hear it.

"but then, after the night we were drinking after today... after today, i don't think i’ll ever be able to forget." his hand is paced over yours as he gulps, "i was even gonna ask if you wanted to stay in my room, but i know you and mark are close and i chickened out. i think-" he takes a breath, "i think i'm in lo-"

the door creaks open and mark walks in. saved by the fucking bell. "okay, i've got you some water, a towel, and i brought the sheets so that-"

before you can even open your mouth, jeno gets up awkwardly, slightly disappointed, too. he coughs, cutting mark off. "we'll talk later, yeah?" he walks past him without sparing either of you a second glace, consumed by embarrassment and leaving you to call after him.

"yeah, o-okay." you shout, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

no, no, no. there's absolutely no way that just happened.

guilt bubbles thickly in your throat, burning bitterly as your breathing picks up.

"baby?"

you need to go home. you can’t stay here, that much is obvious. moving to get up, your heels hit the floor and you clumsily stumble, mark reaching with his free hand to hold you up.

"woah," he waits for you to stand steadily, then turns, putting down the things he brought in on the dresser before taking long strides to return over to you. his hands rest on the back of your arms. "you're probably sore, yeah? do you want to- hey, hey." he notices the puddles beginning to pool under your eyes, "what's wrong? does something hurt?"

"no, it's-" you let out a shaky breath, reluctantly meeting his eyes, "it just sucks to be right."

"what are you talking about, babe?"

"stop calling me that." you shake your head. at once, mark's face falls—it absolutely crumbles, and so does your heart.

he mutters your name lowly, leaning so that he's at eye-level with you. with a heavy heart, you brush away his hands, wiggling out of his embrace and moving to grab your clothes that scatter the floor. he doesn't move to stop you, yet.

beyond confused, mark just watches you gather your things; his breath is caught in his throat, meanwhile his brain racks to piece together a single reason or cause for your behavior. he’s drawing blanks, though. everything was going so well.

after a few seconds of standing in the same spot, he speaks up, a hand reaching for your shoulder.

"can we talk about what happened? you just-"

“mark, nothing can happen between us.”

dumbfounded, he reaches out to stop you dead in your tracks this time, "what? why?" his eyes are narrowed, eyebrows pinched.

"it's too complicated,"

"no it's not. i like you, you like me. what's complicated about that? is it because of what we all just did? because i don't care about that, i told you it was okay and i meant it-"

“no, mark you don’t get it—“

“then tell me so that i can understand why-“

"jeno just told me that he had feelings for me!” it didn’t matter that you were whisper-shouting. the words carried enough trouble on their own without needing any volume to make them any clearer or alert the man of the hour, whose room was right down the hall.

you decided to keep his much more serious confession to yourself, the one where he almost professed his love. mark didn't need to know about that. it didn't matter now, anyway.

at your statement, his persistent rambling ceases.

"what?"

"while you were gone, he told me. so nothing can happen between us, and that's that."

he shakes his head in disbelief, tightening his hold around you when you attempt to break away again, "i'll talk to him. i'll explain that you and i are already-"

"no, you won't, and no, we're not, mark. drop it." you escape his grasp which weakens at your harsh proclamation. without a second thought or any elaboration, you’re sliding your shorts up your legs. hurriedly, you begin to travel the room, collecting your phone from the night stand, slipping your shoes on, and putting in your bag your previously discarded clothes and undergarments.

"baby, you're giving up on us before we've even begun,"

fucking damn it.

you halt your packing, turning to glare at him, though there isn’t much anger. it’s hurt that reads instead, reflecting the one in his own stare. "how would you feel if i started going out with jeno?"

"what? so now you wanna go out with jen-"

you roll your eyes, rephrasing. "no. i'm asking: how would you feel if i started going out with jeno?"

begrudgingly, he grumbles, "terrible," under his breath.

"precisely."

maybe you indulged yourself too much. you always knew that if any of you caught feelings, things would get complicated.

jesus, you didn't think it would actually fucking happen.

if you even suspected this was a possibility, why did you let it get this far?

all of your belongings are gathered. your hair is tied back and your keys are in hand. your mind is racing, but there's not much you can do to help that now.

before mark can utter another word, you cast him one last, sad glance, and walk out the door.

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daydream-cement · 2 years

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Helloo, could you do something like "edge me"? i don't know how to describe it because english is not my native language, so i hope you can understand, this theme is not common and the ones there are are bad, so i think it would be amazing if you did because your writing is really amazing. kisses

Dumbification Pt. 2 (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x f!Reader

Authors Note: I'm combining some ideas here. So thank you to @morangaraur, @am3liarxse, and anon who wrote the request for the initial dumbification stories.

This story includes edging, bit of mommy kink if you squint, grinding on thighs, fingering, oral, overstimulation, and praising and degrading.

"Sit." Larissa told you, pulling you into her lap and as she need you felt the dig of her fingers into your skin. She was tired of your disobedience and you knew that you were about to be taught a lesson, "Why do you always have to be such a little brat?"

You didn't answer her. You were far to preoccupied with the feeling of her thigh between your legs. Her arm gripped you around your waist and your hands rested on her knee. You couldn't help but grind down on her leg, always enjoying this position with her.

Larissa grabbed your face in her hand and pulled you back to her so your back was pressed to her front. She squeezed your face tight as she growled, "Answer me, slut."

"I like seeing you angry." You hope your answer will spurn her on.

Larissa's grip from your face loosens and she slides her hand to your throat. Her opposite arm grips you even tighter. You are absolutely caught in her grasp, but you aren't complaining. She begins manipulating you against her thigh, allowing you to grind against her with her guidance, "I'm going to make you regret this."

You knew you wouldn't. If anything, she was always providing you with more reasons to misbehave.

You let out a quiet moan. You loved when she gently squeezed your neck, but having her do it at the same time you were grinding against her thigh was absolutely delicious.

"Do you like this, sweet girl? Do you like being mommy's little whore?" Larissa pressed a kiss under your ear, her voice was gruff like she was getting off on this like you were. Her words were pushing you closer to the edge than the physical act of grinding.

"Mhmm..." You tried pushing your hips down to meet her moving leg, trying to get more stimulation than what she was offering you. Larissa wasn't offering you that level of control, however.

"Tsk, tsk, baby. If you want more, you have to ask." She purred in your ear. You felt her grip from your waist loosen and her hand slid under your skirt to rub at your clit through your panties. You couldn't help but smirk to yourself. It was almost like she wanted you to cum as badly as you did.

Your breathing turned heavier. You rocked against her hand. You were so close. Then her hand left you. You groaned in disappointment.

"Get on the desk." Larissa squeezed a little tighter at your neck before releasing you completely from her grip. When she had you on her desk, her hands guided your panties down your legs and tossed them off to the side. She then guides your legs apart, spreading you open for her to see. Her fingers gently caressed your folds, "Look at this pretty pussy, baby..."

You moan at her words. Her fingers delicately move over your clit, not giving you the degree of stimulation you wanted. Your hips shift and you groan in frustration.

"You won't cum until I let you." Her voice was a low growl as she finally dipped her face down between your legs. Larissa's tongue began working up and down your folds, just to get a taste of you. Her focus settled in on your clit, however, as she wanted to bring you to the edge before making you wait to cum.

You felt her slip two fingers inside of you, not even bothering to start with one. You were a whimpering mess. The sensation of her cool tongue against your clit and the curling of her fingers inside you was incredible. You couldn't help yourself as your back arched and hips bucked against her. You wanted more. You wanted to cum.

"Do you want to cum? Say it, baby."

You didn't have any words for her. No, you were too focused on cumming. She could feel you tightening around her fingers. Larissa pulled away from you, leaving you high and dry once again. You almost felt a sense of anger swell in your chest. God, you just wanted to cum.

Her lips pressed to the insides of your thighs. She couldn't help but begin sucking and biting at the most sensitive parts of your thighs, hoping to cause you a little pain while leaving little bruises. Her hands ran up your sides and her voice was thick with desire, "You are delicious, my sweet. I can't believe you are all mine."

You felt her fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing gently as her lips continued kissing your inner thigh. You weren't far from the edge, you just needed a little more. Knowing you were breaking the rules, you shifted your hips against her hand, trying to gain a little more friction. There you were, on the edge of orgasm again... and she pulled her hands away, "Oh, baby... Such a dirty little girl... Thinking you can cum without my say so... Beg for it."

You arch your back and let out a groan, moving your hips so she will touch you again, but she doesn't move.

"Beg for it."

You were trembling now with your eyes squeezed shut. Your body shook as it desperately searched for an orgasm, "P-please..."

"Good enough..." Larissa shrugged, knowing it was becoming a little too much for you. Her fingers penetrated you once more. You were so wet that you could hear her fingers moving in and out of you. What sent you over the edge was her tongue coming down to circle your swollen clit before sucking on it. You couldn't control the lack of volume control as you cried out.

The orgasm was far more intense than you expected. Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt a roaring in your ears, but Larissa kept going.

"Fuck, I love watching you cum." You felt your body twist and writhe, almost like it was trying to escape her grasp, but she kept going, "How do you feel, baby?"

You couldn't respond. Everything was too much as she pulled her fingers from your core and began rubbing at your clit relentlessly. It almost felt like you body was in convulsions. Larissa pulled her hand away and used both hands to pry your legs apart, so she could continue stimulating you with her tongue.

She kept going and going. You didn't know if you had cum again. Maybe you never stopped cumming. You were having trouble speaking. Only whines passed through your lips.

You knew you had cum again when another harsh wave of pleasure tore through your body. There had to have been a wet spot on her desk by now as you could feel the cum leaking from you. You felt Larissa's tongue pass through your cunt one more time, tasting all of you.

"Did you learn your lesson, sweetheart?"

You had no reply for her, rather you were trying to calm your ragged breathing and shaking as your body dealt with the intensity in which you had came.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #fanfic #larissa weems x reader #oneshot #larissa weems smut #smut #f!reader

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cheynovak · 4 months

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Sugar - Part 6

Soldier boy x F/ reader (Y/N)

Warnings: age difference, anger, hurst, angst

Side note: English isn’t my first language. First time no smut in the sugar series... Don't worry I'll make it up in the next chapter

*Does not follow The Boys storyline *

Y/N is a college student who pays her apartment, bills and school tuition with the money she makes as ‘sugar baby’ for Soldier boy. What started as just being a companion on lonely moments became quickly more physical. But how will Y/N cope with the dominant side of Ben when he finds out she has a life beside pleasuring him?

The engine purred softly, a steady, calming sound as Y/N sat beside Ben in the passenger seat. The sun was shining bright, casting a golden hue over the world outside, and for a moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the beauty of it. It had been a long day yesterday, filled with the usual anxiety that came with introducing someone new to her parents.

Ben had been charming and polite, just as she knew he would be, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation she had with her mother this morning.

"Y/N," her mother had said in the kitchen after breakfast, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern, "So, what exactly is going on between you and Ben? Did it change into something different than, you know...?"

Y/N had paused, taking a moment to choose her words carefully. "Don't expect a relationship, Mom. I... I still don't know what Ben wants, but I know he doesn't want attachment. Doesn’t mean he isn’t a good man."

“I still don’t understand why you gave up your relationship, your future for something... you know money. But it’s your life sweety, as long as your happy.”

Y/N took a deep breath “He’s just very clear about traditional relationships.” Her mother looked at her, knowing it did her more than she would ever admit. “What about you, Y/N?” She smiled soft “I’m just glad to have him in my life.”

She hadn't noticed Ben standing just outside the kitchen door, his face shadowed with a look of hurt that he quickly masked before joining them. “Ready to go?” he asked. Ben hadn't mentioned what he heard, and she had been too preoccupied to realize he might have overheard.

Now, sitting beside him, the weight of that unspoken moment pressed down on her. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His profile was illuminated by the sunlight, and he looked calm, as if the yesterday hadn't fazed him at all. But Y/N knew better. She knew there was more behind his silence, more than he was willing to show.

"Yesterday was nice," she said, breaking the silence. "Thank you for coming with me." Ben turned to look at her, a small smile playing at his lips. She answered his smile with her own, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Ben noticed her sad eyes and parked the car on the side of the road, Y/N looked confused. “I heard what you said to your mom this morning." Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to face him fully. "You did?" He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, I did."

"I'm sorry," she blurted out, the words spilling out before he could stop them. "I didn't mean to... I just didn't know what to say, because I didn't want to put any pressure on you."

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching hers. "Y/N, I get it. I really do. And you're right, I don’t want anything traditional. But I want you to know that I'm here because I want to be.” Her heart skipped a beat, hope blooming in her chest.

Ben smiled, a real, genuine smile. Y/N felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She was happy to hear Ben's reassuring words, to feel his warm hand on her thigh, and to know that he wasn’t going anywhere.

But there was also a lingering sadness, a small ache in her heart as she wondered why he didn't tell her exactly what he wanted. Was it because he wanted to go back to how it was before?

No, she knew he wanted her. He had made that clear before, in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, and in the moments they had shared, it all had changed since the beginning. He was softer and she had declined his money in hope he noticed the change too.

She hoped he wanted her the way she wanted him, not just as a companion or a friend, but as someone to build something with. She wanted to know if he saw a future with her, if he envisioned a life together, if he loved her the way she was beginning to realize she loved him.

Seeing him at the dinner table with her parents, making love, it all fell into place. She knew she wanted him by her side. "Ben," she said softly, turning to face him again, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he replied, his eyes gentle and attentive.

"What do you want from us? From... this?" She gestured between them, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know you care about me, and I care about you too. But I need to know if we're on the same page."

He took a deep breath, his expression hardening. I can't give you... I can’t say what you want to hear," he said, his tone sharp and distant. His bluntness hit her like a punch to the gut, her breath catching in her throat. “Oh-ok.” her voice trembling.

Her heart clenched painfully, tears welling up in her eyes. "So, what are we doing then?” Ben looked away, his jaw tightening. "What we’ve been doing, it's just good for now." The words cut deep, and Y/N felt a wave of sadness and disappointment wash over her.

"Just good for now..." she echoed, feeling her heart break a little more with each passing second.

He turned back to her, his eyes conflicted but his expression still guarded. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't lie to you either. I can't give you more than this.” She pulled away from him, wrapping her arms around herself as if to shield her heart from further pain.

"I do care about you," he said, his voice softer now, but still holding back. The sun’s beauty was lost on her now, the golden light doing nothing to warm the chill that had settled in her heart. "I need more than that, Ben," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know. I can't give you that right now. Maybe... maybe you deserve someone who can."

She looked down, her tears spilling over and falling onto her lap. "Maybe I do," she said quietly, her heart breaking. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and shattered while they made their way home.

Ben's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with tension. He kept glancing over at Y/N, but she stared straight out of her window, her face a mask of sadness and resignation.

When they finally pulled up outside her building, Y/N didn't wait for him to say anything. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out into the cool evening air. "Goodnight, Ben," she said quietly, her voice devoid of its usual warmth.

"Y/N, wait," he called after her, but she was already walking away, her shoulders hunched against the pain she was feeling. Ben watched her go, feeling a deep sense of regret and conflict.

He knew he had broken her heart, and the weight of that knowledge was almost too much to bear. He wanted to run after her, to tell her that he did want her, that he wanted a future with her. But the fear of not being able to live up to her needs, of failing her, held him back.

As she reached the entrance of her apartment building, she turned around one last time, her eyes meeting his as he stood by the car. In that moment, he saw the raw hurt and disappointment she was feeling, and it cut him to the core.

"Y/N," he started, taking a step towards her. She shook her head, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “Please don’t.” and then she was gone, disappearing into the building.

Ben stood there for a long moment, his heart aching with the weight of his indecision. He wanted to chase after her, to hold her and tell her everything she wanted to hear. But the fear of not being enough, of not being able to meet her needs, kept him rooted to the spot.

He finally got back into his car, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As he drove away, the image of her tear-streaked face haunted him. Once home, Ben sat in the darkness of his living room, the silence pressing in on him.

He replayed the moment in his mind, over and over, until he couldn't stand it any longer.

The week that followed was one of the longest Ben had ever experienced. Each day dragged on, filled with an emptiness that gnawed at him. He knew he should call Y/N, should try to make things right, but his stubbornness and fear kept him from picking up the phone.

He was afraid of facing the emotions he had stirred up, both in himself and in her. One afternoon, unable to stand the silence any longer, Ben decided to go to Y/N’s college. He had never been there before, but he needed to see her.

As he walked through the bustling halls, he finally spotted her in the courtyard, surrounded by students.

She was in the middle of a lively conversation, her face lit up with a smile as she spoke with a young man. The sight of her laughing and looking so at ease sent a sharp pang of jealousy through Ben. He stood there, rooted to the spot, watching as the young man leaned in closer to say something, causing Y/N to laugh even harder.

Unable to contain his emotions, Ben strode over to her, his expression dark and brooding. Y/N noticed him approaching and excused herself from the group, walking over to meet him halfway.

"Ben, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

He didn’t respond to her question. Instead, his jealousy and frustration boiled over, and he lashed out. "Who was that?" he demanded, his voice harsher than he intended. "Why are you flirting with him?"

Her eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back. "What? No, Ben, he's just a friend. We were talking about a job opportunity at his fathers shop." The students nearby, sensing the tension, began to whisper among themselves, wondering who the older man was and why she seemed so upset.

Ben ignored the curious glances and stepped closer to Y/N, his anger not yet spent. "A job opportunity? It didn't look like that to me. You seemed pretty cozy with him or is that it? Find someone new that quick huh."

Y/N's shock turned to anger, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You don’t get to come here and accuse me of things, Ben. Especially after a week of silence. You don't get to do this."

He couldn't help but let his emotions get the better of him. "How can I trust you when you're surrounded by people like him?" Ben blurted out, his voice rising again.

Y/N's eyes flared with anger. "Ben, stop! This is ridiculous. You're making a scene."- "I don’t care!" Ben shouted, the frustration and fear bubbling over. "You need to understand how it looks!"

Y/N took a step back, her face flushing with both anger and embarrassment. "How it looks? Do you hear yourself? This is my education, my life! You don’t get to come in here and act like this. I have a life besides you!"

Ben’s expression hardened. "Well, maybe you should find someone else to pay for your school then. Maybe your friend over there is willing to pay you, or maybe his daddy dearest will.”

The words hung in the air like a toxic cloud, and Y/N's face went pale. Around them, the students who hadn't yet left the courtyard stopped and stared, whispers spreading like wildfire.

"Ben," Y/N said, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and hurt, "Leave. Now." Ben's eyes widened as he realized what he had just implied, but before he could say anything, Y/N turned on her heel and marched away, her back rigid with anger.

He stood there, stunned, as the gravity of his words hit him. He had meant it as a low blow in his frustration, but the damage was done. The students who overheard were already piecing together their own version of events, and rumours began to circulate.

The next few days were a nightmare for Y/N. Everywhere she went, she felt the eyes of her peers on her, heard the hushed whispers following her down the hallways. Guy coming up at her asking what they can get for 50 bucks.

"Did you hear what he said?"

"Is he really paying her way like that?"

"I can't believe it. She seemed so nice."

Y/N tried to ignore the gossip, focusing on her classes and her work, but the constant buzz was wearing her down. Her professors noticed the change in her, and one even pulled her aside to ask if everything was okay. She managed to put on a brave face, but inside, she was crumbling.

One afternoon, as she was heading to the library, she was confronted by the young man Ben had seen her with. He looked genuinely concerned. "Y/N, can we talk?" he asked, his voice gentle.

She sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Sure, what’s up.” "I heard what happened," he said, keeping his voice low. "People are saying some awful things, and I know they're not true. I just wanted to check if you were okay."

Y/N felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes but blinked them back. "Thank you.” You shouldn't have to deal with this alone. Is there anything I can do to help?" She shook her head. "I appreciate it, but I need to handle this myself."

As he walked away, Y/N's phone buzzed with a missed call. It was from Ben. Her fingers hovered over the screen, but she couldn't bring herself to reply. Not yet. The wound was too fresh, the hurt too deep.

That evening, Ben sat in his apartment, staring at his phone, hoping for a response that never came. He knew he had crossed a line, and the realization of what he had done was eating him alive.

Unable to sit still, he grabbed his jacket and headed out, his mind racing. He found himself outside Y/N's apartment, seeing the lights were out in her apartment. He sat on the steps, waiting, hoping she would come home soon so he could at least see her, apologize, try to make things right.

When she finally arrived, she stopped short at the sight of him. Her face hardened, and she walked past him without a word. "Y/N," he called after her, standing up. "I need to talk to you." She turned around, her eyes blazing. "You've done enough, Ben. Just go home."

He took a step towards her holding her arm. “Listen to me.” Her eyes locked on to his, ice cold. "No" she snapped. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me.” Ben opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off. "No, Ben. We're done. You need to leave me alone. I can't deal with this anymore."

“Y/N” He could barely say her name.

Her eyes teared. “I thought this whole macho toxic persona was just a wall you build up. I would have done anything for you! But to belittle me like this, to embarrass me in the middle of a courtyard full of people when I don’t react the way you want me to, when I need time to deal with my emotions, is where I draw the line.”

She took a deep breath,

“I’m done, Ben.”

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hello janelle zukkacore j2zara, its a long time coming but i would like to be a part of clone enjoyers anonymous bc im v interested in their dynamics and i really like ur drawings of the clones :3

i am however, overwhelmed on where to start learning abt them and i was hoping u could point me to the right direction since i pretty much see u as the president of clone enjoyers thank u so much ily 💖

HI FRIEND WELCOME TO THE CLONE ENJOYERS!!!!! WE'D LOVE TO HAVE YOU! THIS WAS GETTING WIELDY SO I SPLIT IT INTO TWO PARTS

PART ONE + TWO OF CLONE LORE IS HERE

Part 1 is basics of Clone Lore. Part 2 is me shamlessly reccing my fanfic to understand the context. Tbh I'd start with part 1 first or the doc

I've also compiled Clone Lore into a Google doc: it contains all the information from the first post and this post. I might include elaborations later (i was too exhausted to get fully into LJ3. But i feel bad neglecting it).

Anyway. I'm probably gonna link Clone Primer into my pinned post so that people can come back to it.

And I wanna emphasize. I 100% get how insular this is so if you're confused please feel free to ask!!! I have no problem explaining things. I love to talk. I talk way too much. Ask anyone. b/c like. I feel bad that this is gonna look super intimidating.

SO here's the rest of Clone Primer

PART 3: CLONE PRIMER - ELABORATION ON THE BASICS + WEIRD INSULAR INFO + ME RECAPPING FIC CONCEPT STUFF

[I WOULD SKIP THESE OR COME BACK TO THEM LATER IF YOU WANNA GO INTO THE FICS UNSPOILED BUT IF THE SUMMARY IS SUPPLANTING READING THE FIC GO RIGHT AHEAD]

J2 EDITION (aka ALMOST LORE) - aka "BLUEJAY"

J2's personality originates from I'm Almost Me Again (He's Almost You), and was the first one to be developed

J2 is devoted, sweet, earnest, hard-working, anxious, desperate to prove himself. He can have a slight acidic streak (his favorite way to rebel is smashing Jace's stuff) but is very preoccupied with being useful.

He reads as slightly younger than Jace b/c he's a clone, he basically just started existing yesterday, and I jokingly refer to him as "25 year old green new hire coded jace" (and also as Born Sexy Yesterday Jace) bc rewatching Freshman Year, I was surprised by how young and inexperienced Jace sounded, and I feel like that detail about his character (that imo makes his situation very pitiable) was really lost in translation in Junior Year. Because he is young to the world and kind of naive, he is very easy to impress and exploit

However, he is still clever and good at magic. Simulacra in dnd don't regain spell slots, but J2 was the first clone to figure out that as a sorcerer, he could convert sorcery points into spell slots, extending his utility to Jace and Porter and basically sparing himself from being dispelled.

J2 is initially very anxious about his purpose / survival. As a clone, he knows he has an expiration date and is desperate to make himself invaluable. The sorcery points solution to the spell slots is part of this.

J2's innate talent is part of what caught Porter's eye. He was the first clone to meet Porter, and Porter (and to some degree, Jace too) laud him as basically like. Jace's Precious Last Gift to Porter. He's often seen as remarkable or special, but its ambiguous whether that specialness is about j2 on his own terms or if he is special as a manifestation of jace's talent.

J2 is the one who is the intermediary between Jace, Porter, and the other Clones. He takes on the most responsibility, and interacts the most with Porter. Spending a lot of time with Porter, they two of them became very close

J2 is the one who loves Porter deeply enough to be very committed to The Plan. He thinks Porter is worthy of ascension, godhood, even if it means Porter will eventually leave him.

J2 had a long, deeply committed affair w/ porter that culminated in them sleeping together and J2 taking devil's honey that kinda rewired his brain and fucked him up. J2 was very much in love with Porter until he found out that Porter killed Jace and brought him back to life, but the devils honey tricks him into forgetting that fear.

The lie he told himself on devil's honey is "I want this. I want everything. Porter deserves everything". It basically rewires his brain to convince himself that he wants whatever happens to him, whether it be good or bad. Even if Porter got back together with jace, he would want that too, because Porter deserves everything, right? Everything he wants. Me and Jace. Just jace. Even if J2 becomes a literal or emotional sacrifice for the betterment orf porter or the cause. Whatever it is, i will be happy

Right after this happens, jace calls porter and agrees to enfold back into the Plan, but is not going to get back together w/ Porter. J2's fate is ambiguous, but emotionally, Porter has pretty much cast him aside with the hope that he will get back together with Jace. Also, b/c Jace is back in the picture, his status as the Last Precious Gift from Jace is in jeopardy and he becomes about as disposable as the other clones (however, usually when we clonepost, J2 is still top of the pecking order just below Jace)

POST-ALMOST: as far as Clone Lore goes - J2 tends to live in this state where he doesn't just worship Porter, but what we call the "Starbreaker Pantheon". He reveres the jaceporter relationship b/c he finds it to be profound and meaningful even if it's not always Good. Jace also occupies a spot in his devotion as like. This figure he is deeply envious of and could never measure up to, but also as someone he knows must be worthy of respect b/c that's who Porter wants, right? He wants what Jaceporter has b/c he sees Porter's love for Jace as like, something true and intimate and something he's only ever gotten a sliver of, treated as a replacement. He wants to be Jace, but he also wants Porter to be happy, so if Porter is happy with Jace he can find a way to worship Jace, too.

I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION: in Almost, Porter gave J2 the nickname "Bluejay". This is b/c J2's favorite color is blue, which makes him distinct from Jace. He is a very cozy boy who loves cardigans and sweaters and blue nail polish. Yes. Blue Jay is two words. We're gonna breeze past that. J2 fell in love with his new nickname, desperate to see it as a way for Porter to finally recognize him as different from Jace. If you see the clone enjoyers refer to J2 as Bluejay, this is why.

J3 EDITION (aka some Biggest Lie Lore etc)

J2's personality was developed in Almost, and I'd say J3's personality was crystalized in Biggest Lie, but technically J3's personality started as a joke. I said offhand one time in reply to another mutual that in my head, Porter was 100% noncommittally flirting with J3 the entire time he was having this very deep and torrid love affair with J2, and J3 sort of. Became the our beloved little slut as a result of that

J3 is flirtatious, thrillseeking, playful, manipulative, charming, easily bored, fatalistic / borderline parasuicidal, and deeply alientated from his sense of personhood. J2 spent a long time wishing to be loved by Porter on his own terms, as his own person, before finally succumbing. However, J3 is happy (well, convinced himself he happy) to be treated as Jace's cypher.

J3 is often treated as the Most Disposable of the clones. J2 is the intermediary and the Precious Gift. J3 is usually left with grunt work, and anything dangerous is usually foisted upon him to spare J2. He is the one who goes with Porter to cast enlarge-reduce in the woods, and he is the one that used to be spellcaster support for Porter if they ever needed to go anywhere dangerous.

J3 being treated as disposable is why he has no sense of identity or a sense of self preservation, unlike J2. Porter never spends time outside of necessity (until they start screwing. we'll get to that), so nobody has ever really bothered to get to know J3 besides the other clones. J2 is the one that Porter treasures, so J3 views himself as the shield for j3, the disposable one, the one who is likely first to die.

Because of this, he is a thrillseeker, desperate to cram as much living into his short half-life as possible (this includes trying to fuck anyone and everyone in elmville). The experiences do not have to be positive, he wants everything as long as its exciting.

During Almost, J3 and Porter were casually flirting. J3 would die before admitting it, but spending time with Porter was his favorite part of the day. Post Almost, when Jace got folded back into the plan but was not back together with porter, that's when Porter started hooking up with J3. With J3 perfectly willing to let Porter project all his want for jace and frustration at jace onto him because hey, he's getting the porter hookup and not jace, right?

J3 always threads this tenuous line of actively seeking out experiences while also passively being the recipient of other people's fantasies. unlike J2, he embraces being a jace cypher for Porter because that's how he gets porter at his most heightened. J3 often refuses to articulate what he wants, instead letting people do whatever they want to him. He is terrified of being seen as needy, terrified of being rejected for who he is.

At his best he is charismatic and charming, but at his worst he can be dramatic, whiny, desperate for enrichment, actively manipulative and cruel. His best quality and greatest flaw that he inherited from jace and took to the extreme is that he is generous and egoless; as much as he desires to be the center of attention, as much as he can push and push, at the end of the day, he gives people exactly what they need from him at his own expense

J3 rejects the intimacy with Porter that J2 seeks out and can never really achieve because he always falls short of being Jace. J3 convinces himself that he got the best deal out of anyone b/c he doesn't have to deal with the mess of attachment and heartbreak. However, deep down he is deeply jealous of J2 and Jace.

Post-Biggest Lie: Jace and Porter get back together in IYWD, in which Porter drops the clones, including J3. However, in cloneposting, sometimes the clones still have like a weird undefined thing with Porter and Jace for the sake of us having a fun time and fucking around.

BONUS LORE: Not technically canon to Biggest Lie, but J3 is closest to J4 out of everyone in Jaceporter + the clones dynamic. Because J2 is the precious favorite, J3 n J4 developed a weird allyship because they were the matching spares. They are kinda primed to be each other's biggest supporters and biggest weaknesses tbh. J3 provides J4 a spot of actual levity and pleasure in a half-life she otherwise considers to be miserable. J4 recognizes J3's personhood, gives voice to injustices he faces, and likes him for who he is and not who he pretends to me. They are best friends. They flirt. Sometimes they're in love, but like. we'll get to that

J4 EDITION - (aka Electra / Ellie)

J4 doesn't have as much of a... hefty source for characterization. i really hesitate to call things i write a primary source b/c i don't like to claim ownership over the clones it feels weird and wrong for something that is supposed to be fun and is already fanfiction. But i will say the things i write are. Substantial sources if you want clone context bc they're hefty projects lol.

J4 does not have a Porter-centric fic. This may change in the future but, the reason for this is b/c she is the only clone that hates Porter so subjecting her to that is. A much more convoluted task. Closest thing she has is Stay / Leave which is j3/j4 which we sometimes call LJ3 (and the two fics written by iaus!!!! which are fan fucking tastic!)

J4's personality is the result of. Looking at J2 n J3 and going. Ok what is the third point in a data set. If J2 worships Porter, the antithesis is someone who hates Porter, right? (and J3 is a middle ground)

J4 is marginally more loose in her characterization, but I would say she is... Rageful, bitter, driven, rebellious, ruthless, and steadfast in her beliefs, whether they are good or bad. She feels trapped by her circumstances, unlike J2 who has learned to love his gilded cage, and J3 who has accepted his fate and is basically trying to fuck hard until he dies in an explosion. She is determined to carve out her own path and define her own personhood, what we jokingly refer to as her "escaping the narrative"

Unlike J3 who has no problem being a cypher for jace and has completely neglected his own personhood, and J2 who desperately tried to get porter to recognize him for the person he was before succumbing and submitting, willing to be whatever The Plan and Porter needed of him, occupying this weird middle ground, J4 wants nothing to do with jace. She is determined to be her own person. She is disgusted by the limitations placed on her by being "of jace"

You're probably wondering why J4 is a girl. This was a me-headcanon that became fairly mass accepted, but I have joked that J4 is the only clone to achieve transgenderism. I do use she/her pronouns predominantly for J4, but it's mainly out of habit, i also am not super precious about it, nor do i really care what anyone else does with her. I don't necessarily see being a binary trans girl as the only way to interpret her character, but J4 being a girl it is the common way she is perceived at this point this deep into clone lore. As someone who also has a lot of gender feelings, i do see the need to define oneself and create your own identity to be very transgender tho, so i do think it's fitting

More of a fandom joke thing, J4 loves knives. We love when she gets stabby. There are also a lot of jokes abt her stealing jace's credit cards, his SSN, fantasizing abt setting his house on fire

She is preoccupied with the ways in which she might be similar to Porter because she views him as the embodiment of everything she hates, but she is the clone most like him. She is afraid of her own capacity for rage, her instincts for violence, for control, to own, to take, to posses, to dominate. She wants to fight to liberate, for what's right, but she worries her fight is just to be the person holding the boot at someone's throat rather than the person under the boot.

She worries her impotence and rebellion makes her unpalatable and unlovable. Because she can't really make any meaningful change in their circumstances, wouldn't it just be easier to submit? She worries she's denying herself pleasure for nothing. Even if she doesn't have a choice, wouldn't it easier to be submit and be happy, rather than fight and be miserable?

We also joke about Bad Timeline J4, who is equally as cruel and ruthless, but is devoted to Porter. There's no real content abt her, but its just a make believe scenario where she did finally stop fighting and agree to love Porter, in which she is the one most possessive of him, determined to be his attack dog right hand.

As articulated brilliantly by bambi, Jace, j3, and j2 are pretty archetypal charisma casters in that they are charming and make themselves easy to love. J4 wields her personality like a sledgehammer, but that is charisma, too. Her presence is always felt

She was originally very prideful. Determined to be different. Determined to be the one to make it out. Her pride covers up for a deep self hatred, especially as the expiration date of the clones ticks nearer and nearer, and she views herself to be a failure.

Her only soft spots are for the other clones, but especially J3. She pities J2, essentially viewing him as brainwashed into accepting their lot on life, but because of that pity, she does harbor some kindness and tenderness for him because of that. But J3? J4 bets on losing dogs, and she loves her losing dog so much and she would never admit it, but everyone can see it. If it wasn't for him, she probably would have ditched this whole situation.

This is an Esme Special aka @neerdowellnarrator, but J4 b/c she wants to make a point about not being Jase does choose her own name. J4's chosen name is Electra b/c of the greek myth comparisons and her basically Escaping A The Cycle. She goes by "Ellie" for short. J3 sometimes calls her El / Elle. We still refer to her as J4 sometimes for clarity's sake. Whatever stage she is in when it comes to even having a name is very dependent on whoever is depicting her anyway.

PART 4: Wait, so are J3 and J4... In love?

Yeah. it's like a whole Thing. This is a pretty recent development. I'll save it for the doc. To be elaborated on soon, I promise. It's called LJ3, i have a whole tag for it if it grips you.

PART 5: ADDITIONAL SILLY CLONE ENJOYERISMS (with links)

J2Porter Vegas Wedding Roleplay Weekend: a Jess Special! Based on this post! Elaborated on here! Jess aka @hauntedwizardmoment has more thoughts here! But I have a whole tag dedicated to it. Gist is that even after Jace n Porter get back together, Porter still devotes special days to the clones to give them Porter Time, and J2's day is an entire weekend where they booked a hotel in Bastion City. And during that time, they're basically roleplaying "What if we got spontaneous hitched in vegas" where Porter books out the honeymoon sweet, and J2 wears a tacky wedding dress, and the whole weekend is just devoted to treating J2. I'm not kidding, if i think too hard abt j2porter vegas roleplay weekend, I might cry.

Jace put the Clones are in the Torment Nexus: based on a post made by Jess again. Makes me laugh my ass off. If we say the clones are never escaping the torment nexus, this is why

J2Jace Blue Lingerie Gift: Sometimes J2 deserves the niceys, so Jace gives him a treat. NSFT warning lol. The post is a Jess Special / Bambi @iaus / @innskeep Special. I drew J2 something inspired by the getup once.

J2 is goodboy modest tradcath jace / J3 is college casual hookup clubbing era jace / j4 is grunge jace: Just headcanons for the different Jace's style of dress. They're all different eras or common headcanons within the fandom b/c Jace fashions eras. J2 is a bit modest, he likes cardigans and sweaters and for things to be comfortable and oversized (but to be fair, he's not AS modest as goodboy jace. Goodboy ex tradcath jace is the jace backstory for IYWD btw. He's the child of one sol worshiping parent and one galicaean worshiping parent and he is NOT ok). J3 wears a lot of form fitting clubbing outfits and hotpants and shit, Jace's wild child era. J4 wears clothes from grunge jace era which i think is a Jess Special again? Like. Old band tees and flannels and lots of black.

J4 is constantly name dropping obscure alt bands that play tuesday night in the parking lot of the black pit and only watches experimental indie horror movies and foreign war films shot from the perspective of pigeon (said w so much love, that concept fucks)

J2 Amy Dunne / J3 Cool Girl / J4 Gone Girl Amy / Jaceprime Amazing Amy Thesis: An elaboration on Jess's Cool Girl Jace Thesis on which she wrote an awesome fic about.

The Clones are Dykes: This one is old as fuck. I made a joke ages ago abt Dyke!Jace b/c I think Dykefag!Jace / Zara is a cute ship. So if Jace is a dyke, then the clones must also be Dykes. I drew art of them once. Digging up the dyke clones posts would be a trip and they're not really indicative of their current personalities, but if you see us joking about. J2 escaping to another timeline where he is a dyke and in a committed relationship with Zara or Lucilla, that is where that comes from

"Born to Love Porter Cliffbreaker, forced to do weird menial tasks for Jaceprime": another old ass thing i said as a joke before the clones had personalities. But it does have a lot to do with j4's preoccupation w/ free will. And Jace also being remade to love porter. Life is hard when you're born to love someone and you're forced to grade papers instead! It ain't much but it's a half-life! At the same time, me positing the clones all had potential to fall in love with Porter is kinda what brought us here, so.

There's a whole host of greek myth and hadestown references we're always dragging out. Cassankarna is Persephades, Jaceporter is Orphydice. Jaceporter is Persephades, J2 is Eurydice. Jaceporter is Persephades, LJ3 is Orphydice. J2 is Iphigenia, J3 is Helen, J4 is Electra / Cassandra. J2 is also Psyche.

Putting the Clones in Game changer: A comedy au in which the Clones are improv comedians on Dropout.tv. But also it's about LJ3 being a little in love and unable to escape the narrative. Esme made Elliego n J3go which i love (aka bingo cards). Loosely based on the last time i drew Jaceporter on game changer as well

Anyway! Thank you for coming on this long winded journey of Clone Primer! If i have any other thoughts I'll add it to the doc.

#jan.ask #clone enjoyers anonymous

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starliights-shining · 2 years

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Party goer.

Pairing: Jazz x reader

Warnings: NSFW, fem word uses,

A/N: this is like 4400+ words and 8 pages in my docs, ive been working on it fro the past week or so. Its not proof read, i simply just dont proof read. I've been preoccupied with RE4s remake coming out soon, but i swear im not ignoring the TF request I have, it'll just take a long time for them to come out. :) anyways enjoy!

Parties, loud music, drinking, the mixing crowd of bots and people. You didn’t really care for them, but Jazz did. When you say a lot of parties, you mean a lot of parties. Ranging from weddings, funerals, battle victories, hell even political ones, Because if Jazz got an invite, he was going with you of course. This party was different. He got his invite from Prowl, but when Jazz brought the invite to you, it said in fancy italics “No Humans!”.

“It says no human Jazz. I'm not going to some stupid party just to be denied entry or worse bullied.”

“You won’t get bullied, you’ll be with me. For the last time (Y/N)”

You were on the couch, You looked at the bot, a disappointed frown on his face plate. The invitation is gently in your grasp, its fancy English writing and other language translations.

“I don’t know that Jazz, you want me to get all dressed up just to be denied entry or be sat outside the entire time?”

You placed the invasion on the coffee table. Leaning back into the couch, you were upset. Your lover was basically asking you to get dressed and all just to be denied entry to a party, no, you will not be doing that.

“You’re acting like I'm asking you to fight in a war, I’m not.”

“You, Jazz, you're not understanding.”

You're stuttering over your words, he was upsetting you.

“I am understanding, if you don’t want to go just tell me the real reason. Is it prowl? Is there someone else you’re avoiding?”

“I don’t want to be bullied at a party for being me, that's all Jazz.”

“Cut the slag, (Y/N).”

You were taken aback, why was he so upset with you.

“You know what, yes Jazz. It’s You and Prowl”

You were now standing up, he had finally gotten the same energy match. You were pissed.

“I dont want to go to a party, where I sit in a fucking corner by myself, and watch you and Prowl get fucking drunk. I don’t want to sit outside a fucking club or god fucking knows where, while you and your shit cop buddy go inside and get fucked up and hit on. Just go by yourself.”

You walked out of the living room, hell you were tempted to go for a walk. Instead you walk straight to your room. Locking the door and just sitting on the edge of your bed. How the hell could he just yeah at you like, over not wanting to go to a party that says “No Human.”

You woke up to a knock on the door. Multiple knocking, getting up you opened the door to see Jazz, his smile not wearing as you gave him a tired look.

“You wanna get ready, and like come with us?”

You stared into his visor, until the movement of Prowl behind him caught your attention. You sighed before motioning your head for him to enter and moved towards the bathroom. He closed the door behind himself, and followed you into the bathroom, leaning against the doorway.

“Are you still mad at me?”

His question felt stupid, of course you were still mad at him. He made you feel bad, how would he feel if you made him feel like shit for following directions. You took your clothes off and stepped into the shower.

“No, just tired.”

“Tired, tired of me?”

He laughed, he was trying to lighten the mood, considering he could probably feel the heavy atmosphere.

“I guess you could say something like that.”

“Alright well, I’ll be downstairs with Prowl, we’ll leave when you're ready.”

You actually don't know why you're going, you had expressed very aggressively why you didn’t want to go. Yet, the moment Jazz asked you didn’t hesitate. He just had that effect on you, a simple command and you’d do it, but he doesn’t ever want to understand your side. The noise of Jazz laughing took you out of your thoughts, the cold nipping at your skin as you three stood in the que line to get in. You peeked around the bot in front of you to see the line, an arrangement of all all types of people, but not a single human. You straighten up, standing behind the two mechs, an uneasy feeling washed over you. You truly felt like you weren’t supposed to be here. You felt someone bump into you, turning around, you were met with an ugly look.

“Sorry, I didn’t,” “I don’t care, just watch where you’re walking.”

They had cut off your apology, completely blaming you for the encounter. The person had tried to step in front of you, assuming the line ended right after Jazz and Prowl. You stepped back in our original spot, looking up at the person and smiling.

“Sorry, I was actually here before you.”

Bring your hand up to point at the spot you were standing at, the same spot you’ve been at, right behind the two Cybertronians. Jazz turned around at the sound of your voice. Looking between you and the person.

“Is there a problem?”

He placed that ‘I’ll act nice, but am i really’ smile on his face plate. You watched as the person backed up, looking at you with an upset look before mumbling no. Jazz pulled you to stand in front of him.

“Did something happen?”

“No, he was just trying to cut in line. Probably because I was human.”

You spoke, turning around and looking forward. This was the exact reason you didn’t want to come. You weren’t even inside yet and there was already someone trying to start something. All these other space people, some of them look like humans, You can’t tell the difference unless you ask them, and even then some won’t even admit they're human.

By the time you remember what you were here for, Jaz had already gotten both you and Prowl into the party.

Jazz bends down to your head level, before speaking.

“See, we’re in. No need to worry.”

You looked at him, why the fuck would he say that. He started walking towards an empty booth, sitting you inside.

“Now, Prowl and I have some things to attend to. Stay here, if anyone asks, you're waiting for someone.”

You nod, placing your hands in your lap. Before Jazz leaves he places a kiss on your forehead, causing you to look over at him, he smiles, snaps one of his servos before pointing a finger gun at you. You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, this is exactly how you thought it'd go. Being left in some strange club, while he goes off to go god fucking knows where. A waiter came up to your table asking if you wanted anything, considering you knew you’d be there for a long ass time. You ordered yourself something, anything to keep you occupied. The last thing you wanted was to think about your situation.

The waiter brought the drink out and after a few sips you just ended up swirling the liquid around. The mix of human and cybertronian alcohol mixed into a light neon blue. Maybe this was just part of the every plan, drag you out to a party and have you sit alone. You can't seem to figure out what comes after that, some random person hits on you or the Prowl keeps you company until Jazz comes back. The simple thought of having company while sitting here just kept creeping into your mind.

You were left with your own mind, something that can pull your moods up or down with just simple thinking, but considering you’ve been at this party for some time and no one seems to notice or care, it was time to just relax. You leaned back in the booth, your head resting on the stuffed leather as you closed your eyes. Pulling your drink close to you, but keeping your hand on it. You know closing your eyes in a foreign place isn’t the greatest thing to do, but who really cares, you didn’t want to come here anyways and hopefully Jazz or Prowl would return soon.

You were just getting comfortable when you felt a knock on the table. Your eyes open to see the familiar blue visor. He smiled at you before sitting around from you, a drink in hand.

“Whatcha doin?”

His tone was playful, it seems like his drink was really getting to him.

“Sitting here,”

You reply as you close your eyes again.

“I don't know, it seems like you were sleeping.”

“I was just resting my eyes.”

You lifted your hand up moving it around in front of your face in a shade gesture.

“That's bad because anyone could slip something into your drink.”

You shrugged, you knew he was right but you really didn’t want to admit he was, you were still upset at him. So instead you acted like you didn’t care.

“And then they’d kidnap you, my beautiful girlfriend.”

He was sweet talking you. He knew you were still upset at him and the thought of that simple just couldn’t exist within him. You didn’t respond, if he knew the true reason he’d recommend leaving, and you really like the drink you have and you're super comfortable.

“Now, tell me, why are your eyes closed? Is it the lights? Thinking about getting me in bed already?”

God now he was asking questions and his questions were getting out of hand, so you acted like you couldn't hear him over the loud music and chatter. You finally decided that keeping your eyes closed would mean no looking at Jazz, so you lifted your head. Making eye contact with his visor while pulling your cup up to your lips.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

You just wanted to know what he wanted, disturbing your peace in your small corner booth. He looked taken aback, he placed his free hand on his chassis and let out a dramatic gasp.

“I just wanted to see what my beautiful girlfriend was doin, am I not allowed to be with you.”

You rolled your eyes, is this really how he was trying to get on your good side?

“And now you’ve seen, Don’t you have things to attend to, like,”

You paused looking around the crowded room, your eyes scanning for anything that looked of interest or be of interest to Jazz. You saw multiple people dancing, a group of girls getting drunk and being hit on by some space robot, the DJ trying to keep up with everyone's requests, the bartender yelling at someone for hitting on her, and then your eyes landed on Prowl. The cop sat with a lady at the bar, that was your goat out, Jazz would see Prowl finally getting some and then it’d be enough to convince him to either wingman for him or leave with you. You lifted your hand with your cup in it, your index finger pointing towards the bot.

“Like Prowl, He seems to have found himself a lady.”

Jazz whips his helm around, searching the bar for the bot.

“I don’t believe it.”

He trailed off as he turned back to you. Now was the time he’s supposed to get up and go talk to them, get her to fall in love with his close friend, but for some reason, he doesn’t. He leans back into his spot in the booth, taking a sip of the drink he harbored. A sly smile on his face as he watches your face.

“Was that your plan to get rid of me?”

You sighed, downing the last bit of your drink. You shifted your position in the booth, Placing your arms on the table as you leaned in. He leans in himself, that same smile on his face. Your eyes trail from his visor to his lips and then down his chassis and finally to his servos. Your eyes flicking back up to his visor and then back to his drink. Learning a tad bit more and smiling.

“Yeah, kinda hoped it would work, maybe I could get you to leave me the fuck alone.”

You said his smile fading as he started to move back to his original position, your hands swiftly grab his cup, It being slightly larger than yours, as you bring it up to your lips, taking in the liquid. You thought it tasted ten times better then whatever the fuck you hand before.

“You little,”

he was cut off as you got up from the booth, placing the cup back on the table. Since Jazz wasn’t going to wingman for Prowl, you thought you’d do it. Walking towards the bot, you felt a pair of metal arms wrap around you .

“Where do you think you're going little miss.”

Jazz’s voice being heard a little too clearly in your ear, you giggled, leaning back into him. You moved to grab his arms.

“I wanna go tell Prowl that we’re leaving,”

You lied, the original plan being thrown out the window the moment Jazz grabbed you, the same thought about how you’d do anything for him.

He hummed his response letting god of you and settling for just holding your hand as you dragged him towards the bot. As you got closer until you got the attention of Prowl, You put on your brightest smile and gave a big wave.

“Prowl,”

You drew out his name, His optics met your eyes.

“Jazz and I are going home, I thought I’d tell you just in case you were to leave later and couldn’t find us.”

He nodded, after getting confirmation you looked towards the lady, smiling before turning back to Prowl and waving. You turned around and started to leave. Walking through the crowd of people and to the door, you could feel the occasional squeeze from his servos.

The feeling of the cold night breeze hit your face hard, shivering as Jazz moved to stand next to you while letting go of your hand. Fresh air never felt better, a deep breath coming from you, eyes closed relaxed. It seemed like the headache you had while in the building disappeared the moment you stepped outside. The noises of cars and other city noises take over your ears.

“Soo, what do you wanna do now,”

He paused, you opened your eyes to look over at him and smiled.

“I know you didn't actually want to go home, come on, you look too good to just go home.”

He moved his servos in a gesturing motion towards your outfit, yeah you did like your fit and did think it was kinda too early to go home, but you didn’t need him to know that.

“We could just go for a walk, see what we see.”

You suggested, bringing your hands up to the sides of your arms, the chill of the air seeping to your bones. You started in a direction, the bot following behind you. You could hear the sound of whirling from his intake.

“Got anywhere special you wanna go?”

He moved up to walk next to you, a smile on his face plate as he analyzed your reaction. The city was large, and you could practically go anywhere you wanted. So you thought, trying to come up with something cool other than just going home. Cool, something cool for Jazz to enjoy. He could just enjoy your company, but the idea of a walk didn’t really seem to interest him whatsoever.

“It's okay if you don't have anything to do. I already dragged you to that party,”

He paused, he was thinking, your eyes met with his visor. Your reflection looking back at you in the shiny blue material. At that moment, you thought you could look at yourself for the rest of your life through that visor, a visor brighter than the blue sky. You didn’t practically like looking at yourself, but this time, you thought you could do it for hours on end. Your eyes trail down to his lips for a split second before looking back at his visor. The cold air seemed to hit your body differently at that moment, almost lighting a fire of lust within you.

“Hello, (Y/N)? Y’a there!”

Jazz moved his servo in front of your face, breaking you from your trance. Your hands came up to your mouth in a cupping motion as you blew hot air into them, a desperate attempt to warm up. You could just take one and tell him you’d like to go home, but who knows what’d go down if you both went home with the amount of alcohol in your systems. Maybe that’s what made going home so exciting, the thought of desire and being under the bot you so desperately love.

“I’d like to go home, it’s getting colder and I didn’t dress for it.”

You stated, the idea to cover the real reason for going home with freezing being the only thing keeping you going.

You both arrive at your house, the bot standing behind you while you fiddled with your keys to get the door unlocked. You opened the door to be met with the warmth of your home and its familiar comforting smell. The sigh coming from you is a signal of home. You had walked further into your home, forgetting about the bot who was behind you. You just wanted out of your clothes, the redistricting fabric from the dress and the heels you wore that was making it feel like you were walking on pins and needles.

When Jazz looked up from closing the door you were gone, the faint noise of your heels going up the carpeted stairs .

“Slow down, pretty girl.”

He called out, as he started following you. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, walking into your bedroom to see you standing next to the bed, one hand placed on the mattress and slightly bent over as your other hand reached for your heel that was kicked up. He leaned against the door frame watching you, arms crossed over his chassis.

Once you got your heels off you dug your feet into the carpet, the feeling getting you to sigh in relief, no more heels. Both of your hands were now planted on the bed and your head hanging down, all you needed was to get your dress off and then get a warm bath and your night would be complete. Complete? I’d be complete if you could get Jazz on top of you. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt a pair of servos on your waist, his digits playing with the fabric of your dress.

“You look too good in this dress, just for it to go to waste. Don't you think so?”

You could feel him pulling you into him, your back meeting his chassis as his helm rested on your shoulder. You’d be lying if you didn’t agree with him, you looked too damn good in your dress just to give it up in a matter of seconds. His servo was traveling downwards, stopping at the hem of the dress. He took a deep breath in, his servos playing with the end of your dress.

“I’ve thought about you in this dress since we left.”

His servo moved to your inner thigh, and moved upwards towards your panties. A whimper left your mouth, his digits started to move from your clit to your entrance, he wasn't even in your panties yet.

“Yet, I still don't know how i want to fuck you.”

The dirty talk was getting to you, fueling the fire of desire and want within you, and with how close to your pussy he was, it was getting hard to stay patient. HIs digits moved the fabric of your panties aside, his digits circling your clit and occasionally going down to circle your entrance. A moan leaving your mouth, he was picking speed up and then slowing down in a steady pattern. If he kept this up, you’d be a moaning mess by the end of the night.

“That feel good, enjoying yourself baby?”

He spoke in a mocking tone. Of course it felt good, but you weren’t going to tell him that. He finally fully put his digits in you, rubbing against your walls before deciding to go in a scissoring motion. There was no more holding back, your head leaned back against his shoulder plating, and you did not stop moaning.

“Yeah,”

He paused, taking a moment to fully enjoy the sounds you were making, and change his pattern fingering.

“I’d say you're enjoying it a little too much, it's gettin’ a little too tight. Getting close aren't ya.”

All you could do in that moment was nod and whine out his name. The knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter by the second.

“Yeah, let's speed this up.”

His servo on your waist goes to circle your clit, you were already trying to last longer then you wanted, but you guess that is out of the window now. The sensation from his digits in you and circling your clit was getting to much, your hands came up to grab his helm

“Jazz, please.”

You were able to get out in between moans and whines. The knot was going to break any second now, and you wanted to be vocal about it.

“Yeah, come baby.”

You did just that, came all over his digits. His pace not once slowing or stopping, a steady pace as you rode your high out on his servo. Wiggling and grinding your hips into that same servo in an attempt to keep the high longer.

“Don't worry, I’m not done just yet.”

He moves to help you out of the dress straps and moves it down below your breast, servos moving to play with the flesh, pitching one nipple and rolling the other with his digits. A sharp gasp came from you, He pulled you into him, this time it was more aggressive as he littered your neck and jaw with kisses.

“You're so pretty, you know that.”

He lets go of you and pushes you face first into the mattress.

“Pretty enough to take my spike.”

The sound of his shuffling around behind, as you took your panties off and hiked you dress up above your hips, why not give him better access. He smacks his spike against your pussy, causing you to let out a dreamy sigh. After that he didn't waste any time, pushing his spike straight into you. His servos are going to grab your hips immediately after, his grip tighter than any other time. His pace was steady, he occasionally flexed his digits. He let out a few grunts here and there, but nothing was louder than your moans.

“Primus, you take my spike so good.”

You felt your walls clench down on his spike, now he really knew what dirty talk did to you. His servo came down with a smack, the noise jolting you from your haze, his pace picked up, and a loud groan came from him.

“Yeah, keep that up baby. You might get me to come first.”

He lifted your hips up and fucked into you, his grip brusing the soft skin. You knew there'd be some sort of imprint tomorrow. His spike felt like it was kissing the knot forming. You guessed his grip on your hips wasn't enough, because he had now moved one of his servos to grab the dress, bunching it up in his hand and holding onto it like he was in a rodeo and fucking into your pussy, and god you were enjoying it. Every little noise coming from you sounded like you were in a porno.

“Yeah, you like that pretty girl.”

His pace quickening, you felt like you were going to crumble, once that knot snapps you’d be no more, and that time was coming quicker and quicker by the second. You whined to jazz, he whined back at you.

“What is it, you're gonna come?”

He knew he was making you feel good, because god you were making him feel good. You nodded the best you can through the movement from his pounding.

“Oh primus, I love how you can’t control yourself,”

His free servo coming down on your ass, that signature smack. He enjoyed watching the way your ass jiggled from the hit, he liked watching just like your boobs, the way they both jiggle, but more importantly the way he saw your skin move like waves when he brought your hips into his. God not only was your pussy intoxicating to him your entire being was intoxicating. You smile, the way you hand fit in his, your kisses, the simple way you looked at him, it was like watching you fall in love with him every time. You were far too intoxicating, just like his own brand and he just couldn't get enough.

“If you wanna cum, I’ll let you, just one request.”

Your arms are stretched in front of you on the bed, gripping the sheets beneath them.

“Anything, I’ll do anything,”

You were practically moaning out your response, you’d simply do anything to come, to feel the warm welcome of hot desire.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

His free servo was now gripping your waist, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts every time. His grunts were starting to be more consistent, he was close. Far closer than you thought he’d be. You thought about his request, any other time you wouldn’t even think twice to say it. You thought about it like your life depended on it, but you really didn’t care. He's yours right now, not buried in someone else right now, he was buried deep in you, and that was simply all you needed to know.

“You, I belong to you Jazz.”

You grip on the sheets tightening.

“Come on, keep it up. Gotta have everyone hear this. Can’t have anyone trying to take you now.”

His servo let go of the dress now both on your hips, as he was hunched over, Spike going in and out with lewd noises as you both almost went over the edge.

"Yours, I'm yours jazz.”

You were almost not able to get your words out, you let out a few more moans before you crumbled, the last moan being dragged out as Jazz released into you. He let out a groan, thrusting his hips into you a few more times before stopping. The only thing heard within your bedroom was both you and Jazz trying to catch your breaths.

“You're always so good.”

You laughed, taking your time to recollect yourself before speaking.

“Of course, You’re all I ever wanted.”

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tombfreak · 6 months

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Hi! I'd like to ask some questions about AsPD, as someone whose knowledge about it is limited to tumblr blogs, internet searches, and the DSM-5 criteria for it. The questions may come across as ignorant, but I do really want to understand it more and get educated ^^;

1. Your previous post about AsPD mentioned how a lot of people with AsPD experience guilt/remorse. Is this remorse the same as other people or different? Is it like, "I feel bad that my actions hurt somebody."?

2. I don't know how else to word this, but what kinds of emotions do you (and others with AsPD) experience...? Because there's posts saying that anger is possible, but they don't really mention happiness. Maybe I'm confusing the empathy part and emotions part together.

3. AsPD is about self-preservation, from my understanding, and I see different people talk about how they see others as property they have to take care of, or something that benefits them. So, I'm curious how "real" connections start to form between a regular person and someone with AsPD. How does a father with AsPD take care of his daughter, like what does he think and feel about it? Or how do you recognize that you're falling in love/fell in love?

I apologize again if these end up coming across as ignorant. Thank you again!

Hey thanks for the ask, I've been very preoccupied with other stuff so my bad for not getting around to this until now. Also never apologize for wanting to learn, there's absolutely no shame in ignorance of theres the intention of learning alongside it.

To answer your questions, (under the cut cuz its long):

1. Remorse/guilt in ASPD is another complex part of the disorder. Only 49% of people with ASPD do have remorse, and their experiences with will be completely dependent on the individual person. Most commonly, they will have their own type of remorse thats different than the non-antisocial remorse. It may be more associated with shame of getting caught, a fear of losing something that they value, or not wanting to be seen as a bad person, rather than genuinely feeling bad for causing others harm. Its most likely to stem from self-preservation and selfish desires rather than caring for the other person. But there is a possibility that someone with ASPD can experience genuine, prosocial, caring remorse and guilt for the harm they cause if the other criteria is met regardless of the presence of their guilt. There is a quote I like that goes "My guilt does not purify me". Antisocial behaviour is still antisocial behaviour even if you feel guilty about it.

To put it into perspective, I don't experience the 'normal' type of remorse for my actions. I rarely ever truly feel bad, or care. I feel bad for my friends if someone else hurt them, or if they're having a bad day because of something outside if my control, I'll care because I'm protective. But if they get hurt over something I did, no matter how close we are, I wont feel any remorse. I will only feel upset that they were being sensitive, or didn't see it from my side, or took things too seriously. Most of the time I will try to diffuse the situation and get things back to normal, but I absolutely hate apologizing for things I'm not actually sorry for so I either lie or beat around the bush.

2. Someone with ASPD can feel all the emotions someone without it can. It's a very common misunderstanding that we are cold, emotionless robots, because this stems from the Hollywood Psychopath trope. It is a common experience for people with ASPD, especially more extreme presentations, to not be able to understand the emotions they feel, and they do not feel comfortable with letting themselves feel things, or express it, which may come across as them not having any feelings. They may have been raised in an unstable environment where showing emotion was punishable or seen as weak. But some people with ASPD are completely capable of expressing, feeling, and understanding their emotions, especially further down the line in recovery.

Anger is a very common feeling that people with ASPD experience. The presence of this anger is seen in the DSM-5 criterion of "irritability and aggressiveness". But we are also able to feel happiness and sadness. A lot of the time, the emotions will be connected with the reward system in the brain, such as being happy that they got what they wanted, or disappointed that they wasted their time or things didn't go their way. ASPD has a lot of selfishness connected with it, as seen in the lack of care for others, "me vs the world" mindsets, and disregard for norms and boundaries. But we are still people, and a good amount of people with ASPD are able to just feel happy, sad, etc as any other person.

Empathy is the ability to feel for someone else, especially in terms of feeling sad/caring/bothered if someone else is sad. Lacking empathy is not a criteria for ASPD, but a lot of people with ASPD do lack empathy. There is also a common misconception that people with ASPD don't feel fear, which isn't true at all. Instead, they might act like they aren't scared to maintain an image of being untouchable, or their recklessness might get in the way of their ability to care if something is dangerous.

For me personally, I feel a very wide range of emotions from happiness, excitement, sadness, fear, worry, anger, disappointment, etc. Mostly, though, I am in a pretty neutral state and I try not to let myself feel my negative emotions for very long. I don't like to dwell on things as it feels like that gives it power over me, so I try to brush things off quickly if they make me upset in any way. If something is important to me though, I don't mind letting my feelings towards it stick around, because I view it as me still being in control, because I have the right to be upset. It's a bit nonsensical and doesn't really have the best logical behind it, but thats my experience with my emotions personally. It's different for everyone.

3. This is another one of those things where it completely depends on the person. ASPD is a social disorder, so interpersonal relationships are bound to have a strain on them. A lot of people with ASPD struggle to keep people around because people struggle to keep up with their antisocial behaviours. Having social dominance and respect is an important thing for a lot of people with ASPD if they want to have a foundation to build relationships on. They may need to feel like they're in control, or take a lot of time to develop trust with people enough to feel like they don't have to burn the bridge at the slightest hint of disrespect. For a parent with ASPD, they may view their child as an extension of themselves, or something to control and have power over, or something they need to protect, like a prized possession.

For me personally, I'm huge on respect and loyalty. If someone shows me they can give me a space where I don't have to feel like I have something to prove, or that I can let my guard down a bit, then I'll let myself form a friendship with them. I need some sort of leverage on a person before I can really let myself be friends with them though, so that if they fuck me over in any way then I'll be able to flip the power dynamic and settle the score. But I value what my friends offer me, which gives me room to value them as people instead of just viewing them as some TV character or tool to benefit me, and I am very loyal and protective towards my good friends.

I have had many relationships and friendships in the past that were entirely just for my own personal entertainment. I never understood why people would stay friends with someone who inconvenienced them in any way. For me, the moment someone stopped giving me what I wanted, or if there was the slightest hint of disrespect, I would burn that bridge and it would usually end very messily. (I have spent the past months working hard to overcome the mindset of viewing people on a scale of if they're worth my time or not, because I think its our job as human beings to love each other without stopping to wonder if they're worth it.)

My girlfriend on the otherhand though is my "exception person", my prized possession but humanized in my mind. She is the most important person in my life, and I care for her in ways I'm not able to with anyone else, not even myself. I let her into my life because she was the one person who never judged me, or treated me like a bad person or a problem. She always offered me a space to make mistakes, and still gave me support regardless, and was always there for me to lean back on. I realized I loved her because whenever our relationship got rocky and we broke up, it hurt. I've always been the type to cut someone off for the smallest thing without batting an eye, but I was stubborn with my girlfriend and desperately did not want to lose her. I used to write her letters and shit trying to express my feelings that I never sent her 💀.

She's the only person I really listen to because she's proven to me time and time again that I can trust her judgment. Over the four years we've been together, she has proven to me that she is dependable, loyal, and that she has my back no matter what. That is a type of person I cherish and care to keep around. All of the people in my life that I value are ones that have proven to me they're worth my time and effort and that I can count on them to be loyal ride or dies.

Hope this answered your questions there and cleared some things up :] It's important to remember how complex ASPD is and how different it can present in different people. One persons experience wont apply to every single person with ASPD, and even with common experiences there are outliers to acknowledge as well

#aspd #cluster b #psychology #actually aspd #antisocial personality disorder #aspd things #cluster b pds #personality disorder #aspd awareness #aspd positivity

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iddybiddywitch · 1 year

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Dungeons and Humans (Original)

The story in its original form, before i rewrote it (and had to delete my old tumblr because tumblr mixed my primary blog and size blog together for some reason)

Summary: A Dungeons & Dragons world where humans are tiny and all other races are giant, a tiefling adventurer finds a human woman fascinating and takes it with her

“Come on out, little one," Allynna placed her palm near the crevice she saw the tiny being scurry into. "I won't hurt you." Her voice was soft and quiet. She made special care to hide her fangs behind her plush lips, so as to not further frighten the poor thing.

Inside, Lana pressed her body against the dark walls of the cavern. She held her hand over her mouth as she tried to steady her breathing. Every human clan had one rule in common: don't get caught. And now, she was trapped in a collapsing hole, with her only way out leaving her at the mercy of a monster with teeth almost half her size. She held her breath and continued to listen to the outside, hoping for an opportunity to escape.

"This is a waste of our time!" Ashero shouted. The highlands elf was rather grumpy. Though this was no news to his comrades, his poor attitude was amplified by the injury on his leg.

"This place could collapse any minute!" As if to reiterate his point, the ruins shook, and small pieces of rubble rained upon the adventurers' heads.

"Quit yer shoutin' and hold still! Yer gonna bring the whole damn place down on us!" Gamdon grumbled as he continued to wrap the elf's wounds. Their healer had already finished mending the more gruesome parts of the injury, it merely needed a few bandages. A simple process that would take but a moment, had Ashero not continued to fidget, much to the dwarf's annoyance.

Ashero impatiently tapped his fingers as he tried to remain still. He glanced at the blocked exit, noting Thailna, their half-blood orc, and Irala, their dark-elf healer, still struggling to move the rubble. Irala shifted smaller chunks, while Thailna attempted to dislodge the boulders and bulkier remains. He quickly looked away before they could catch him staring. He turned his attention back to Allynna, who was still preoccupied with the human hiding in the small fissure.

"Why are you so fascinated with that thing?" Ashero's hollers drew another shake from the ruins, and a glare from Gamdon

Without turning to address her colleague, Allynna replied,

"It's been helping us! I know it has!"

Ashero lifted his leg, nearly kicking poor Gamdon, and showed off his freshly wrapped wounds.

"Yeah, a real help it's been!"

"That's your own fault for darting ahead into the room unprepared! One disarmed trap at the entrance doesn't mean there aren't more inside! Besides, I saw it dragging supplies to our camp the other night! And, the markings on the walls that led us to the treasure room? I've never seen anything like them! The details are too small and intricate to have been drawn by anyone of the greater races. Plus, all the disarmed traps? What else could disarm those tiny, delicate, near-invisible plates, but something equally as tiny and delicate!"

Allynna's eyes lit up as she spoke of the fascinating deeds the human had done for her party. Perhaps she might've thought herself crazy, had she not seen it with her own eyes. Being a tiefling had a few benefits, dark vision being one of them. Her mother had taught her that if all else fails, trust her eyes. She had never really bothered with humans before, nor did she understand the other races' judgements of them, but this one had caught her attention. She had so many questions bouncing around in her mind. Where did it come from? How did it know about all the traps and treasures? And most importantly, why would it risk getting caught to help them?

She flicked her tail once more as she pondered what to do. It was clear the human was not going to come out willingly. However, if she forced it out, she would risk either frightening it, or bringing it unintentional harm.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the ground violently shook. Large chunks of rubble fell from the crumbling ceiling, narrowly missing Allynna. The shock from the near-miss caused her to jump to her feet. She turned to see her companions frantically dodging falling rubble as they packed their supplies and treasures.

"Good news is the exit is open! Bad news is it was the only thing holding this place together!" Thailna shouted as she ran down to help pack the heavier possessions.

"Well then, what the fuck are we waiting for! Let's get out of here!" Ashero replied with equal volume. He wasted no time packing what he could as he stumbled for the exit. The pain in his leg caused him to fall over flat on his face, dropping what little he had been carrying.

Gamdon retrieved the fallen items as Irala helped the admittedly embarrassed Ashero up. He placed his weight on her and used her as a crutch as they limped for the exit.

"Wait!" Allynna exclaimed as she once again bent down on her knees and held her palm to the crevice. "What about the human!?"

"What about it?!" Ashero's pained expression turned to annoyance. He was willing to deal with Allynna's nonsense under normal circumstances, but at this moment, their lives were in danger, and the pain in his leg had drained all his patience.

"It'll die in here!" Allynna cried with genuine worry in her voice. She couldn't let the poor thing die for their carelessness, not after it risked itself to help them.

"We'll die in here if we don't leave now!"

"Then I'll stay behind! I'll make sure everyone gets out and that we didn't leave anything!"

"What!? Are you insa-"

Irala forcefully pulled Ashero to the side, just managing to avoid falling debris. The two fell, with Ashero landing on top of Irala.

"I-I-I apologize Master Oriven!" Irala stammered as she pushed Ashero off of her body and turned away, blushing. Ashero was about to scold her, but a shout from Gamdon reminded him of their current situation.

"By the Goddess, 'eres no time for 'is! Get up 'n' get movin'!" He helped both of them up, grabbed what he could, and rushed them through the exit.

With the rest of her friends safely escorted out, Thailna ran to Allynna's side. The younger woman was still attempting to coax the small creature out of its hole. Though clearly desperate, she still spoke in a hushed voice, ignoring the deafening noise of the collapsing cavern. Thailna placed her calloused hands on Allynna's shoulders. She knelt down next to her and calmly spoke to her friend.

"We need to go. Now."

She stared deep into Allynna's golden eyes, hoping she might give in. When she refused to move, Thailna sighed, rose to her feet, grabbed the last of their belongings, and moved for the exit.

"I know your mind is set. I'll be waiting outside. Don't take too long, I really don't want to have to drag you out kicking and screaming."

Thailna took her leave without looking back. She had known Allynna long enough to understand that when her mind was made up, nothing short of death would stop her. As she took a step out of the exit and into the light of the outside, she prayed to the goddess that Allynna would come to her senses before she had to drag her out.

Allynna was out of options and time. She flicked her tail and bit her lip as she reached into the crevice. She felt around the inside until she bumped into something soft and warm. She knew what she felt was the human. She grabbed it before it could escape. It struggled in her grasp, and she tightened her grip around it in response. She could feel the little creature still kicking and squirming in her hand.

"I'm sorry little one, please don't hate me!"

She took a deep breath and pulled it out of its hiding place. With her free hand, she opened the pouch hanging from her thigh, then carefully tucked the human away inside. She could feel the human's squirming die down as she closed the pouch. There would be time for apologies later. Right now, she needed to run. Without taking a moment to breathe, she raced for the exit as fast as her legs could carry her, never slowing down, not even when she had to dodge falling rocks as the ceiling caved in. She could see the light from the outside just ahead, but the collapsing tunnel was gaining on her. She picked up speed and dove through the exit as the last of the falling ruins sealed the opening behind her.

She landed belly down in the dirt, sliding a few feet from where she landed. Allynna let out an audible sigh of relief and turned over on her back. She made it.

Her relief quickly became panic as she had a sudden realization. The human! Had she accidentally crushed it when she dove through the exit?! Quickly, she ran her fingers over the small bulge in her pouch. When it moved in response to her touch, she once again let the wave of relief come over her.

"Nice landing, Allie." Thailna stood tall above her friend. She laughed as she watched Allynna's expression turn from surprise, to confusion, then to embarrassment. Grabbing her with one arm, she lifted her off the ground, and helped to brush the dirt off of her ragged garments. She gave her friend a hard pat on her back, before letting out a hearty laugh.

"Come on, we found a place to set up a new base camp before we head back to the city in the morning. Irala promised to cook up some of our leftover rations. Let's go catch up with the others before Gamdon eats it all again!"

Thailna continued to talk to Allynna as they walked deeper into the surrounding forest, but Allynna was only half listening. Her mind was preoccupied with other thoughts. More specifically, she was pondering just how she was going to explain her tiny passenger to her group. She placed her hand over the pouch and felt the human move again. It would have to wait, she decided. First, she needed a warm meal.

#g/t writing #g/t #my writing #g/t whump #giant/tiny #gianttiny #g/t angst #dungeons and humans

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yellowhollyhock · 5 months

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sldjdjsj Thumbelina Dongel

Because for one thing I've named her grandmother Norma and she fits very well as the lady wishing for a child who gets barley from a fairy with a tiny child in it. And more to the point fits as someone who lovingly brings up a little girl with very different needs than herself and never needing to understand where she came from

Also Angel wants to go explore. This idea of yearning for independence to a bit of an extreme because she has to prove that being different doesn't make her weak--it is exactly her. Hun can be the toad but instead of 'marry my son' it's 'join my gang' (they absolutely still call themselves Purple Dragons)

And Casey! Is the sparrow! Not sure yet if literal sparrow or what exactly that looks like but he is her friend who she helps when he's injured and in turn helps her, especially to escape from Hun (which diverges a bit from source material but eh) but also with the various creatures who try to claim her

The turtles also I think should show up early in the story. In this au (is that what this is now? am I making a tmnt Thumbelina au?) their mutation shrunk them instead of making them grow, but still made them humanoid in other ways. Basically fairy-turtles instead of human-turtles, but also neither as usual because mutant turtles. tbd if they have wings or no. They will help Angel out because they're helping Casey out. Unlike most other creatures who meet her they aren't all that curious about what she is and where she came from, because they also have their own weird origin story so they just aren't really surprised. Anyway at the beginning of the story they are pretty preoccupied with their own thing trying to protect their home from their rat father's ancient enemy, the Shredder (he is literally a gardening tool) (belonging to the farmer Krang) (whose actual name is like Smith or something but the turtles heard other humans call him Cranky and changed it to Krang cuz they were little and misheard)

So Casey and the turtles help Angel escape from toad Hun, and then she runs into this group of insects who want her to join their band. They all agree they hate toads (because they're insects). The thing is as she gets to know them she realizes they also hate birds. Probably turtles and humans too.

April I think will be a regular human, sort of gonna merge scientist/reporter, She knows about the singing bugs and the gang toads but no one believes her, and they all keep making obnoxious comments about how if she's gonna make things up, singing toads and a violent gang of insects would make more sense. She's intending to film a concert (the insects will attack her for this) but meets Angel and helps her escape instead.

Oh oh oh! April has a little mouse friend named Irma! :) She lives in a burrow she made under April's playhouse and they sit under the tree in her yard and gossip. Irma takes Angel in while April tries to find her grandma (cuz the lily pad carried her far away, last thing her grandma knew she was running off to join the Purple Dragons, she tried to warn her and now all Angel wants is to apologize. And maybe also a little bit to find her own way first so that when she apologizes she can also say 'but you see I needed to leave first).

It takes April longer than they expect--and actually there's something really weird going on with her that Irma and Angel can't figure out. And they can't figure it out now because they've got to go underground for the winter.

Enter Baxter Stockman, the Mole. He's building his own little underground empire that these girls are in the way of, so he plays the long game (a Baxter Stockman capable of subtlety and discretion? did I?? make Stockman??? more of a threat than Shredder????) He makes nice, plays good neighbor, talks about protecting them. Tries to hire them as his assistants. Irma is flattered and caught up in the excitement of what he describes (I don't know the details of his evil plan yet), but Angel's becoming pretty practiced at recognizing red flags. The more she says no, the more aggressive he becomes, which makes her also more aggressive.

Poor Irma never saw the Mousers coming.

Return of Casey, Splinter, and the turtles, saving Irma from rat-killing robots. Stockman works for Krang? weeeird. This old farmer so hates having pests on his property and yet he is? hiring them? I mean he fights the tmnt all the time so he does know that they're like,, sentient (see he is evil he is a villain still I promise) but the idea that he would ally with what he so disparagingly calls 'fairy creatures--' there is something weird going on here.

So they will escape Stockman retreat into the sewers, trying to follow them back upstream to find Angel's grandma (Donatello's idea). But also they are all wanting to find out what is happening with April? Cuz she's been all distant and sus. idk details tbd. The last thing they knew she was doing was looking for grandma so they're hoping if they head that way they'll get some clues what could've happened.

And they do--they meet a group of fairies who call themselves Utrom, all of whom wear little crystals around their necks that match a recently added charm on April's bracelet which Irma recognizes. April done been charmed. Immediately they are suspicious of these Utrom, but learn two things

1) Krang (whatever his proper name is) is an Utrom defector cursed with a human form)

2) A Krang sympathizer named Ch'rell has recently escaped captivity and they suspect he is where April got her crystal

dun dun DUN (to be continued some time after the school year ends 😅)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt angel #thumbelina #idk if thumbelina will be like a nickname and if so did it come from grandma? or more like an obnoxious neighbor? or it's not used idk tbd #dongel #donnie x angel #wait actually norma calls her Little Angel. none thumbelina #maybe ryan can be a neighbor kid who gave her the nickname with the best of intentions #can't believe I had all these opportunities and didn't fond a way to make Vernon one of the obnoxious characters #ah well. maybe another chance will come up #also really want leatherhead but idk where a giant gator fits in this story #we shall see

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guizh0ng · 6 months

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Remember

Chapter 2: Workplace Experience

Sora looks exhausted even though the day is just starting, which is understandable considering everything she's been through.

Despite the fact that she's trying to get used to her new name, she can't shake the feeling that it doesn't feel like a suitable choice.

She may have settled on 'Sora' for now, but it's clear that it's not a name that she's completely warmed up to yet.

Additionally, she might have preferred other options like 'Vivianne' or 'Vagatha', as those names sound more fitting to her preference and personality.

Regardless of her feelings towards her new name, Sora will have to learn to accept it, as there was no turning back now.

The room was silent, with only Sora's own presence. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, having accepted her reality, albeit reluctantly so.

Sora finally mustered up the courage to step out of her dormitory and face the day ahead. Upon exiting the room, she was immediately greeted by Nemo, whose energetic demeanour was palpable, even at such an early hour.

"Goodmorning!" Nemo jested, his enthusiasm really contrasts Sora's tired demeanor right now.

"..Ohayō" Though it was a late reaction, Sora still responded to his greeting as the both started walking through the hallway side by side.

"So..Sora huh? Hey, I can call you something now! I don't have to call you Miss anymore!" Nemo stirred off a conversation, trying to get Sora engaged in it but she remained silent with a nod although she wanted to respond desperately.

"Yeah Iris told us everything during dinner! Welcome to the agency by the way! I can't wait to have you hear about the different sections and codenames, oh your gonna love it!" Sora follows Nemo, who surprises her by taking her hand, then runs through the halls, ignoring her hesitation.

While the duo hastily rushed along, they crossed paths with other individuals such as Sara, Yamir, and Adrianne, who were stationed in the hallway in a conversation.

As Sora and Nemo drew near, Adrianne spotted them and took notice. She proceeded to halt the two, waving at them as she gave them a warm and friendly greeting "Oh, it's you two! Hello!"

The other two meanwhile just waved and then went back into their own little conversation.

"Goodmorning Adriann–"

"Ah, your names Sora right, good! Congratulations on not being nameless!" Adrianne strategically interrupted Nemo's stride, causing the girl to momentarily redirect her attention to Sora.

The latter appeared somewhat flustered by the unexpected turn of events, briefly bowing her head in acknowledgment of Adrianne's gracious act.

"So..where are you two headed to?" Adrianne queries.

"Oh y'know, we're just heading to the kitchen! Iris and Amara are cooking breakfast so it'll be great, I hope I get some tea though" Nemo waltz in once again in the conversation, took the chance where Adrianne won't be interrupting her as he stepped closer beside Sora.

"Hah, okay..you two together?" The uneasy tone in her voice caught Sora's attention, which sparked her curiosity. Sora wondered if perhaps there was something Adrianne knew that she did not.

The two nodded to her question obediently.

"Alright then! Go on!, oh and goodluck on your stay here at the agency, Sora! Remember to always be aware for your enemies" Adrianne swiftly shifted her demeanor back to a cheery and cheerful one, patting Sora's shoulder lightly.

However, as Sora locked eyes with Adrianne for a moment, she detected a hard stare that seemed to convey an unspoken message.

The glint in Adrianne's eyes was seemingly conveying something that may have been important to Sora, causing her to become increasingly alert and curious.

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As Sora and Nemo entered the kitchen, they saw Iris preparing buttered bread and Amara busily engaged at the stove counter, preoccupied with whatever was responsible for the tantalizing aroma that had permeated the room.

"Heyyyy, Iris! Amara! Goodmorning!" Nemo took the initiative to extend a friendly greeting to Iris and Amara upon entering the kitchen. Both ladies reciprocated his enthusiasm, turning to acknowledge him and greet him in return.

"Oh hey, Goodmorning Nemo!" Amara responded with an enthusiastic wave of her mixing spoon in the air, raising the utensil above her hand and waving it from side to side in an animated manner.

"Goodmorning Nemo" Iris, in turn, responded, taking a bite from the slice of bread she was just buttering, tasting the savory substance with glee.

With the brief greetings exchanged, Sora chose to take a seat on the kitchen counter close to Iris, while Nemo preferred to maintain a standing position, opting to munch on a chunk of apple plucked from the fruit basket held nearby.

"So..ready to choose your position on this agency?" While continuing to slather the fresh slice of bread with a mixture of melted butter and garlic essence, Iris turned her attention to Sora and queried her.

Sora in return just shrugged in response.

"Oh, that's alright, Viktoriya will be meeting you soon, she'll be teaching you English, Oh! and the codenames of everyone here! Nemo knows the whole place here like the back of his hand so you can trust him with that!" Iris, beaming with delight, passed over the bread she had just prepared, offering it to Sora for her to taste.

Sora accepted the bread and lingered on the freshly prepared snack for a brief moment before plucking off a piece and popping it into her mouth, to her surprise..

It wasn't poisoned.

The bite of bread that she had taken was nothing short of delectable, with its garlicky nature complimenting the savory taste.

Without wasting much time, Sora took a second bite of the bread, finishing it off before its deliciousness fully enveloped her taste buds.

"Hah, you liked it didn't you?" Iris, a satisfied smirk plastered on her face, conveyed a sense of pride in her tone as she reflected on the delicious bread she had just prepared, which Sora found her rather full of herself "Amara, I told you she'd like it!"

"Oh please, she hasn't even tried my Pad Thai yet! Trust me, Sora, you'll love this more than that..bread, its family recipe!" Amara, in a manner reminiscent of competitiveness, countered the statement, indicating that she carries the family's legacy with regard to culinary abilities.

"Ooh! Pad Thai! This is the third time you cooked that this week, I want some!" Nemo skipped off to Amara to try some of her dish, leaving Sora and Iris alone.

"Hey, just do your best for today alright? Don't worry, everyone will take care of you..I know you probably made that decision out of desperation but..your part of us now, goodluck out there" Iris, in a brief motion, offered Sora a comforting smile before setting off on her separate way, offering her some alone time for her to process whatever she had on her mind.

Sora, in hindsight, felt compelled to admit that yes, there was some truth in what Iris alluded to.

At the same time, Sora also understood the gravity of the situation she was in, as Nemo had brought up the importance of survival.

With that said, Sora acknowledged that her compliance might have been a necessary step in order to ensure her safety in the unknown..

But the other side of the story hasn't been spoken of..

"Hey Sora, shall we go?" An abrupt motion of Nemo's arm brought her back to the present. With a quick nod to demonstrate her understanding, she got out of her seat and left the kitchen, following behind Nemo in order to depart from the room.

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"I'm telling you Barn, if you invest on that now, your firearm stability will increase by 15%!" Viktoriya's vocalizations carried a sense of contradiction as she instinctively gesticulated using her hands in a way that attempted to sway one's opinion.

"And I'm telling you that you should sleep instead of working 24/7" Barnaby, feeling uneasy regarding the woman's well-being, countered Viktoriya's words with his own opinion, physically accentuating his discomfort by placing his arms across his chest in a crossing manner.

"Umm are we interrupting something?" Nemo suddenly showed up in the midst of their discussion, causing them to immediately create physical separation, moving further apart from one another in a manner resembling a respectful retreat.

"Oh hey Nemo, nothing nothing, Vik here just keeps insisting on another idea of her when she should be sleeping!" As Barnaby's elbow jested contact with Viktoriya's shoulder, a joyous smile appeared on his face, projecting his apparent delight.

"But you have to admit I am right" Viktoriya immediately repositioned Barnaby's elbow away from her shoulder, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, yeah, sure..anyways! what brings you two dwarves here?" He seemed dejected for a brief moment, but he quickly recovered from his feeling of disappointment, casting out a shrug as if his reaction was simply a byproduct of being accustomed to her behavior.

After that, Barnaby redirected his gaze to the other two individuals in the area.

" 'Dwarves'? Hey–! Fine, whatever, well 'Sora' here is having her first day now! I'm helping her on deciding what position she'll take here" Nemo began.

"Oh thats right! It completely slipped off my mind, yeah don't worry Sora, I'll also help you out as your mentor!" Viktoriya, after making the motion with her hand to symbolize a "thumbs up," found confirmation from Sora, who responded by acknowledging her statement by nodding her head.

It appears that Sora has found herself in a situation where her constant nodding has become quite tiresome.

"Alright then let's start testing your physical strength, maybe you'll fit as a fighter!" Viktoriya turned her back towards Sora before strolling over to the weapon rack, where she began examining all of its contents in order to determine which one she should permit Sora to attempt to utilize first.

"How about this?" Viktoriya tossed a Spear with a sharp tip to Sora, who swiftly managed to snag it out of the air.

"Nice Catch." Viktoriya chimed.

"Woah! Viktoriya, you can't just throw it to her, what if she didn't catch it, we'll be held responsible!" Nemo experienced a state of alarm as he darted in front of Sora in a quick fashion, concerned at the potential consequences should she fall short of intercepting the Spear that Viktoriya had thrown her way.

"Oh don't be such a worry, I designed these weapons ofcourse I know what will happen, that's why I placed..extra measures"

Upon realizing the danger of having handed Sora the Spear, Viktoriya made the decision to take it from her grasp in a polite manner and then pointed the spear in Barnaby's direction, proceeding to throw it across the space with a swift motion.

As he had anticipated getting stabbed, Barnaby swiftly ducked to avoid the attack.

However, upon striking the wall, instead of being impaled by the spear, the sharp object merely hit the surface before falling completely flat to the ground.

"Safety is my number one priority afterall" Viktoriya made it a point to walk over to the area where the Spear that she previously threw had fallen to the floor and proceeded to fling it in Sora's direction again, where she skillfully managed to secure the Spear in her grasp once more.

"I- How?! Literally how?! You HAVE to tell me, Viktoriya!" Nemo emphasised as he walked over to her direction but only for her to deject him and walk over to Sora.

"Well then, let's start training shall we?" Viktoriya advised.

"Hey, Viktoriya! What was tha—"

"Barnaby, get up from there and help our new comrade here" Viktoriya broke the flow of Nemo's statement by mocking Barnaby's hunched position. Barnaby then swiftly rose to his upright stance when Viktoriya beckoned him to do so. "Sure, whatever you say Vik!"

"Viktori–!"

"I never tell my secret to success, Nemo, you should give up now before you get hopeful" Viktoriya advised, placing her hand on his shoulders followed by an action of patting them before she proceeded to walk away.

To proceed further below the level where they currently were, Viktoriya descended down the steps to the primary arena, placing the mechanical target figure on one end of the arena while Sora took position at the opposite end, assuming a fighting stance, preparing for her imminent trial on her combat abilities.

"You ready, Sora? Remember, just do your best, I've set this on beginner mode" Viktoriya offered Sora some encouraging words before stepping away, positioning herself alongside Barnaby and Nemo.

As the mechanical dummy tilted its head upwards and assumed its own fighting stance, Sora gave a subtle nod in confirmation, and in that manner, the battle commenced between the two opponents.

As soon as Sora initiated her attack on the mechanical dummy, she attempted to plunge the weapon into its stomach, but the figure evaded her thrust, causing her to miss her target entirely.

Determined to penetrate the dummy's body, Sora made another attempt to impale it, but its rapid movements proved too quick for her to intercept, enabling the opponent to strike her in the back forcefully, resulting in Sora's prone position on the ground.

"Ugh.."

"O..kay..maybe speed isn't your thing.." Viktoriya hastened herself over to Sora's side and assisted the young lady in getting back up on her feet.

"Hahah! Well obviously she needs a taste of the ol' firearm! Lessgo Sora, let me show you what a real fighter has!" Moving towards Sora at a quickened pace, Barnaby made haste in offering her a gun, which he had retrieved from his side pocket.

"Wha– Okay, I think its too early for that" Viktoriya fought.

"No way! She may look frail and shit, but she can totally do it, right Sora?!" An enthusiastic Barnaby embraced her with his arm, leaning it across her backside, and in this gesture, placing enough physical pressure to cause Sora to slump a little bit due to the considerable weight that he was applying on her with his limb.

"Okay..I think you shouldn't pressure her, Barnaby, she literally just got here yesterday! I thi–"

In an attempt to cut Nemo off mid-sentence, Sora placed a single index finger over her lips in a shushing motion, silently requesting for him to remain quiet at that moment.

"Aw YEAH! That's the spirit, go for it Sora!" Barnaby cheered.

With some space having been created around Sora, everybody else left the central area of the arena, allowing her to assume ownership of it, which she did, right after Viktoriya readjusted the mechanical dummy to a position where it was standing upright.

Sora extended her arms in preparation for aiming, raising her firearm as she prepared to take aim at the figure that stood barely a foot away from her.

She placed the tip of her forefinger on the trigger, preparing to pull it if necessary, while she closed one eye to focus on the target in front of her.

All she needs to do now was shoot.

*Bang!*

A loud bang erupted, which was subsequently followed by a deafening silence, as it turned out that the projectile did not puncture the mechanical figure in her direction but instead lodged itself into the wall directly behind the dummy.

Sora instantly thrust the firearm into the air before it left her grip and flew in a horizontal direction. It seemed as though she had an intuition that the weapon held some unpleasant memories..

Memories she can't even remember.

"Sora? Sora! Are you okay?! Hey, hey don't worry no more guns no– Barnaby hide the gun! NOW!" Viktoriya bolted towards Sora, her movements imbued with a sense of desperation, a stark contrast to her previous composed demeanour.

"Sora, Oh my god! What happened to you?! I told you firearm sucks!" Nemo turned his head to Barnaby who's busy hiding the guns around them.

"Okay..I get it, no firearm for you.. let's try a simpler weapon..uhh how abou–"

"Knives!"

"Exactly!" Viktoriya gave a high five to Nemo for the idea, following by her helping Sora to compose herself once again.

At that point, a visibly rattled Sora decided to depart from the group, electing to walk over to a nearby seat in a bid to have some quiet time to herself and reflect on the experience she had just undergone.

She sat upon the bench and stared into nothingness, lost in her thoughts.

While Viktoriya was scolding Barnaby's carelessness, Nemo made the conscientious decision to approach Sora, whose emotions at that point were still in turmoil, in an effort to console the troubled girl with some words.

"Hey..uhh Sora? You alright?"

Sora just turns her head at him with a look that screams 'Do I look like I'm alright?!'.

"Right..you aren't, sorry." Nemo decided to have a seat next to Sora, but he refrained from making contact with her by maintaining a small distance.

In this manner, he remained still by her side for some duration in silence, not speaking a word.

"Hey..I'm sorry, in behalf of them, we're really not used to having a person like you- not that weird your anything! It's just..your someone new for experience.." Nemo rubbed hid nape as he avoided eye contact with Sora, who's in contrast looking directly at him.

"O-..kay, I see you were quite taken back there..you must be triggered huh? Okay how about this, no firearm, no guns, no nothing..let's just try something new..?" Nemo suggested as he clasped his hands in a manner.

Although Nemo's method of consolation did not necessarily have the desired impact, Sora still expressed gratitude for his efforts, acknowledging that he was attempting to assist her to the best of his abilities.

Despite this, the young lady chose to not let the issue consume her time and attention any longer, electing instead to rise to her feet and move on from the spot with a small sign of acknowledgement.

Sora made her way back to Viktoriya's vicinity and positioned herself directly in front "Oh hey Sora..you alright now? Don't worry, I already scolded Barn here" Viktoriya asked.

As Sora gave her reassurance that she is already fine, Viktoriya sighed in relief "Alright then..okay one last trial then we'll move on alright?" Viktoriya raised her right hand above her head and snapped her fingers, resulting in Barnaby promptly throwing a knife towards her.

She then proceeded to transfer the weapon into Sora's hand, presumably for her to utilize.

"Alright, I've already set the dummy to training mode, hey..don't push yourself too hard okay? Goodluck.." Viktoriya lightly tapped Sora's back, a gesture that suggested approval while simultaneously establishing a sense of camaraderie, then proceeded to exit the fighting arena, signifying the start of the upcoming fight.

Sora took on a firm stance as the trial started and brandished her knife, quickly making her way towards the dummy.

Raising her right arm high with the knife in hand, she leapt into the air and descended, pushing her knife in a slightly lowered position.

Upon making impact with the mechanical figure, she managed to sink the blade deep into the dummy, forcing it to press against the ground.

Sora, despite having a slender physique, attempted to execute her attack in a timely and efficient manner.

However, as she lunged towards the mechanical figure with her knife, the dummy swiftly counterattacked by shoving her away with a considerable degree of strength.

Despite suffering from a few butterflies in her stomach, Sora tightened her grip on her blade, once again lowering it slightly as she prepared for her next move.

Sora hurriedly stood up after being knocked down, moving in swiftly with her knife at the ready.

By employing unexpected and rapid movements, she was successfully able to disorient the dummy, making the latter fumble slightly.

Capitalizing on this newfound advantage, Sora proceeded to plunge the pointed end of the blade into the mechanical figure but to her dismay, her hands inexplicably loosened, and the knife slipped from her grasp, causing the dummy to seize the opportunity to swiftly push her away, causing her to lose balance and land back on the ground.

"Kore wa kuso bakada.." Murmured Sora.

"Okay! I think we had enough!" Announced Nemo as he hurriedly ran over to Sora, supporting her back as she gets up, Viktoriya following up tp him and supporting the other

Nemo announced his presence by rushing over to Sora in order to help her up, wrapping his arm around her and providing support as she successfully made her way back onto her feet.

Viktoriya also came over to Sora's side, assisting her right arm while the other male held her left, creating a unified front in an effort to aid the young lady in regaining her equilibrium.

"I agree..Alright, Barnaby please take it from here, we'll be heading out" Viktoriya turned to him as he just saluted and happily replied with "Yes Ma'am!"

With Sora supported on both sides by Nemo and Viktoriya, the trio made their way out of the arena, leaving Barnaby to loiter alone in the central portion of the fighting ground.

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"Okay..let's just sit you right..there" Nemo placed her gently on the side of the hospital bed with the help of Viktoriya although it was mostly because of Viktoriya's strength.

Viktoriya looked at her, "Alright, I'll get you some bandages, you wait right here.." She went on the back, leaving Sora alon with Nemo, who immediately sat beside her.

"Okay..maybe physical training isn't your time to try yet.." Nemo conceded.

"Anata wa omou?" Sora firmly muttered.

Nemo looked away, "Okay, look I'm sorry I immediately put you up with this! I should've let you learn the basics first! I'm really sorry.." His voice faded, finally looking back at Sora again.

Sora merely took in what he had to say, but instead of acknowledging his apology or accepting his regret, she let out a weary sigh.

She made it abundantly clear that she doesn't have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with other people's apologies, especially while she is preoccupied with the concern that Nemo looks like a goldfish that was about to be eaten.

"Daijōbu, shinpaishinaidekudasai" Sora murmured.

Undeterred by the fact that there was a high chance that her efforts would fall on deaf ears, Sora made a valiant and genuine attempt to comfort Nemo even though there was a great chance that he was incapable of understanding her attempt at consolation.

"Hai, anata wa chotto saiakudesu" Sora blatantly told him even after she tried to comfort him before.

"What did you say?" Nemo said.

Okay, that definitely broke the atmosphere.

Sora just groaned and rolled her eyes, looking away from him.

"Hey! Wait I wanna know what you sai–!"

"Okay Sora, I'm back, now let's see those injuries of yours!"

Viktoriya made her return to Sora, holding a first aid kit firmly within her hand, and after allowing Nemo to exit the clinic, bandaged the young woman on specific body parts, employing a considerable degree of meticulousness to execute the task with accuracy and efficiency.

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"Okayyy, Let's try a less physical activity, shall we?" The group comprising of Sora, Nemo, and Viktoriya, took up their positions on one side of the entrance, with Viktoriya firmly gripping the door handle.

Sora's left arm, which was covered in bandages, was essentially immobile, making it an exceedingly difficult task for her to attempt to exert any degree of movement while engaging the muscles in said hand and arm.

Nemo, being the ever-watchful guide he was, was right beside Sora, carefully monitoring her arm and taking necessary steps to ensure that she didn't end up injuring it further.

Viktoriya swiftly opened the door, immediately permitting Sora, Nemo and herself to gain entry into the dimly illuminated room, an environment primarily illuminated by the collection of computer monitors strewn throughout the area.

In addition to the individual who was occupied in his own task on one of the machines, there also seemed to be a number of coffee cups scattered about his surroundings, emanating a peculiar scent, with an extra cup of the same beverage being held in his hand.

And that individual is Aiden.

"Okay Aiden, times up, I'm the only one allowed here to overwork" Viktoriya made her way towards the individual who was in the midst of his work, crossing her arms while maintaining eye contact with him.

Aiden appeared to give off an expression that was rather stoic and emotionless, merely directing his gaze back towards her in response.

"Oh please, your not my mom, Halte dich aus meinem verdammten Geschäft raus.." Aiden said, with a rather sore tone in his voice.

"Okay! Just because I don't know German and you do doesn't mean you can talk shit at me like that!" Viktoriya mockingly said as she took away the cup of coffee in Aiden's hands "And..what is this?! I-..wha- Can't you drink something that's not just coffee mixed with rum and sugar?"

Aiden stood up and immediately took back the cup away from her hands, "It's called Pharisāer, thank you very much, and what are you doing here anyway?" He asked, taking another sip to finish off his drink.

"Oh right, forgot about that, well we're here to help Sora get a position in the agency" The moment Viktoriya mentioned her, Aiden found himself unexpectedly choking on his cup of hot coffee, unable to take a single sip without coughing uncontrollably.

In a hurry to clear the obstruction from his throat and regain normalcy, he hastily placed the cup on the nearby table before recovering from the sudden coughing fit he had suffered.

"Wait, as in THE Sora, Iris told us about??"

Upon being greeted by Aiden, who merely mentioned her name, Sora took this as a cue to protrude her head out from the area behind Viktoriya, who was standing in front of Aiden at the time.

Realizing that Aiden was now aware of her being present, she moved to his side, placing herself beside Viktoriya rather than remaining in her initial location.

"Oh! Oh, hey, Ms. Hoshi..Sora, right yeah, Hello, I didn't know you were there" Aiden's demeanor appeared to undergo a subtle shift, transitioning into a friendly and inviting one.

With a warm expression, he 'gently' pushed Viktoriya to the side in order to obtain a clearer viewpoint of Sora.

"Kakogo Chert–"

"Hey Aiden! Guess you didn't see me, take care of Sora for awhile, I'll be booting up my computer" Nemo also appeared behind Viktoriya, interrupting her, as he went over behind one of the computers.

"Anyways, what..happened to your arm over there?" Aiden's facial expression remained friendly and welcoming, however, a slight tone of concern could be detected underlying his voice when he asked Sora the question.

From Sora's perspective, it was starting to seem like this guy was becoming progressively weirder with each passing moment.

He was asking an overwhelming amount of questions in a rather quick succession which was somewhat strange and slightly concerning to her.

Although she maintained an outwardly composed temperament, internally, she couldn't shake off the strange vibe that she was getting from him.

Responding to his question, Sora just shrugged, not wanting him in the business.

And this just made Aiden more curious.

"Wait, hold on, is everything okay? Did these two got you in a fight?" Aiden turned towards their companions and, with a finger raised in their direction, made a disparaging remark about their perceived inability to provide adequate care for Sora.

This statement appeared to offend both Viktoriya and Nemo as they glanced over in a combination of surprise and irritability.

"Hey! What do you mean we're the ones who got her in a fight?!" Nemo broke away from his work at the computer and turned towards Aiden with a noticeably displeased demeanour.

"Yeah okay, well your wrong, your judgement is wrong, we were just trying to HELP Sora here find her station and its not like we forced her or anything, and who are you to say that we're irresponsible? Mr. passed-his-report-in-11:59." Viktoriya's retort, seemingly coming out of left field, left Aiden momentarily stunned, unsure of how to retort to the contradiction she presented.

"Okay fine, whatever Ms. debate-every-conversation-she-has, but what did happen to her?" As Aiden spoke with Viktoriya, he cast a brief glance at Sora, who seemed to be losing focus and spacing out.

"We trained her with my, self invented, premium, training dummy ofcourse" With her chin held high and her hands on her chest put flat, Viktoriya proclaimed proudly which was just met with Aiden rolling his eyes at her statement.

With a scrunched nose and an annoyed tone, Aiden gestured towards Sora.

"Look at her," he muttered, "She's totally zoned out, not even paying attention to me- to us!" He raised his voice a bit, sounding frustrated.

"We can't just let her wander around like that!" He gestured in her direction as if to imply she might get hurt if left on her own.

Meanwhile in Sora's wonderland of thoughts, 'I wonder what we'll have for lunch, maybe I can try the Pad Thai, Amara was talking about earlier..'

Viktoriya snickered, "Oh please, we haven't even fleshed out her abilities yet".

"And done, rebooting! Sora, come here!" In a swift motion, Nemo gestured for Sora to come over to him, snapping her out of her thoughts which she did so.

While Viktoriya and Aiden continued their heated discussion, Nemo took it upon himself to show Sora the ropes of coding to its basics.

"Okay, right here I already set up the program your gonna be working with, we'll start with Variables! Them obviously you kearn the basics, you can have Aiden teach for you or Viktoriya, which honestly is a better option" Nemo slightly lowered his voice and gave a light chuckle, as if he found something amusing about what he had just said.

Once Aiden and Viktoriya finished their bickering, they shifted their attention to monitoring Nemo's guidance to Sora on coding.

The three of them worked together, with Nemo serving as the primary teacher, weirdly enough.

After a few hours, Sora began to visibly show signs of tiredness, indicating that she was running low on energy for social interaction.

"We'll just have to teach you Debugging and we're done here!" Nemo stated as the door opened, revealing Azzurra on the other side "Oh hey, Aiden, Viktoriya and Nemo, Iris called for you three at her office" She said as she exchanged waving to Viktoriya.

"Tell her we're coming" Viktoriya informed, she then turned to Sora "Hey, you'll be okay here right? We'll be back soon, I promise" She swore, as she gestured for the other two to follow her outside, leaving Sora alone.

Sora didn't want to believe what was happening was real, but earlier that morning, she was forced to accept the truth.

She was feeling exhausted and bored, and as she checked the time.

It was currently 3:58 PM.

She was quite surprised she lasted for so long, but now when she's reminded by it, she haven't eaten anything since the Garlicky Bread from Iris.

"Jikai wa Amara no pattai o tabete mitai to omoimas–"

*Ding!*

A pop up notification interrupted her.

Sora shifted her gaze to the computer monitor and found that the message notification was indeed an email.

Upon closer inspection, Sora discovered that the email was from a mysterious sender named "AofD."

The subject line of the email was blank, but when she opened it, she found nothing but an image of the Joker card, accompanied by the sound of a deep, booming chuckle that seemed to echo through her mind.

The image and sound conveyed the feeling that the Joker was laughing at her, she was played.

Suddenly, the sounds of sirens filled the air, echoing throughout the space and making it clear that this emergency was happening outside of just the room.

At the same time, the room began flashing red, making it clear that whatever was happening was a serious situation.

Sora instinctively stood up, covering her ears to block out the noise, and then looked around at the other computers in the room.

To her horror, she saw that they were all displaying the same image of the Joker card that she had received in the email.

As the chaos unfolded around her, Sora felt a sense of confusion and helplessness wash over her.

All she knew was that she was in serious trouble, and she had no idea how to get herself out of it.

The fear and uncertainty that washed over her made her feel like she was trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from.

"Sora! What did you do?!" Viktoriya burst into the room, pushing the door open forcibly.

Behind her, Aiden and Nemo were hot on her heels, panting from the run.

Only to find Sora who had sheer terror and distress in her eyes.

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"I understand your upset but please hear me out..!"

As the crisis began to calm down and the initial danger was subsided, Iris could be seen pacing around the room, speaking to someone on the phone, her tone becoming more and more distraught as the conversation progressed.

"I mean ofcourse..Hah! But please- I've been doing my job properly and i can fix this, please!" Iris chuckled nervously.

Sora sat huddled in the corner of the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anxiety.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was in deep trouble.

Nemo sat beside her, keeping her company and trying to provide some soothing presence.

Viktoriya was standing nearby, looking concerned for Iris, who was still talking on the phone and seemed to be in a state of distress.

Aiden was assigned outside to take care of the other's questions.

"Hey..is Iris gonna be okay?" Questioned Nemo.

Viktoriya just looked at him, she's as clueless as he is "I..honestly don't know"

"Your not listening to me! This isn't fair..! Hello..? Shit.." As Iris dropped her phone, gravity took over, with the device clattering to the ground.

Viktoriya noticed Iris's slip and immediately rushed to her side, extending her arms to catch her.

She held Iris in a soft embrace, providing a warm and comforting presence as Iris tried to regain her composure.

"Is something gonna happen?" Nemo chimed in.

Iris groaned, "..The President's Secretary will visit tomorrow.."

Nemo's eyes grow wide, and he gasps, as if in disbelief.

However, upon further consideration and realization, he decides not to express his confusion and returns to his previous state, coming up to the conclusion he doesn't know what she's talking about.

"Wait, is that bad?"

"Yes it is bad, ugh! Last time visited, we had to tent outside because a single piece of paper was on the floor!" Iris exclaimed, getting out from Viktoriya's grasp.

Iris lets out a sound of frustration, her body slumping forward.

Nemo notices and immediately gestures towards her with concern as he quickly stands up to offer his assistance.

Viktoriya approaches Sora.

"Go back to your room for now." Her response was icy, and her expression devoid of emotion however, there was a brief pause.

This was the first time Sora had encountered someone like this ever since she woke up, and it sent horror down her spine.

Despite this, her obedience took over, and she reluctantly followed, placing her hand onto her other arm as she departed the room.

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As Sora walked down the hallway, she moved swiftly and with purpose away from her starting point.

She paced with a sense of urgency, and didn't bother to look left or right, her attention solely focused on reaching her destination.

And then stopping.

Sora felt the tears begin to build up in her eyes.

Despite her attempt to stop them from falling, she felt a lump forming in her throat.

She felt upset with the way Viktoriya had spoken to her, the suddenness of it all, and the way it wasn't what she was expecting.

She knew she made a mistake, but why was she getting so upset about someone she barely even knew?

Sora quickly snapped herself out of her thoughts, slapping herself in the face to clear her head.

She shook off the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her and took a deep breath.

She reminded herself that she needed to be strong and protect her emotions, especially in the face of a potential visit from the government.

She steadied her nerves, preparing herself for whatever might come her way.

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