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slutforaemondtargaryen · 5 months

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Nobody hurts what's mine | Aemond Targaryen

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of rape (not by Aemond), murder/death, blood, slightly dark Aemond, no use of y/n, traumatic event

Summary: While Aemond was out on duty a Lord from the court took advantage of you. Aemond will definitely not let that slide.

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: hi! i really don't know how i thought of this. i've never written anything like that so it's probably not the best quality, but i hope you like it and enjoy it! any support is very much appreciated.

reblogs, likes and comments are very appreciated <3

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!

She was sitting in their chambers, Aemond not present. She couldn't stop thinking about what happened.

It was supposed to be a quick dinner with the rest of the court. She would drink a few goblets of wine, eat some food, and quickly disappear to her chambers, where she would fall asleep.

She wasn't planning that Lord Lannister would follow her. He clearly had a few more drinks than he should've. His walking was not very straight.

Before she could even react, he pulled her aside to an empty hallway. She tried to fight him, but he forced himself upon her, putting a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. She bit him multiple times however he didn't seem to feel it at all.

It was probably quick for him. For her, it were the longest minutes of her life. When he was done he just whispered ''Don't tell anyone or something bad will happen.'' and disappeared back to the dining hall.

She quickly went to her chambers. She told a maid to prepare her a bath as quickly as possible and requested moon tea. The maid sent for the moon tea without asking questions nevertheless made sure to let her Lord husband know. The bath was prepared in no time.

Her skin was raw from how strongly she washed her body, the places Lord Lannister touched. Scratches from her nails as she tried so hard to get the awful feeling off her. She felt so dirty all the segments of her skin that his disgusting hands touched. It felt like they were on fire. Tears streamed down her cheeks as everything slowly sunk in. The realization of what actually happened.

So many thoughts were running through her head. Does this mean I was unfaithful to Aemond? Was it my fault? Did I deserve it? Did I provoke him? What if Aemond finds out? What will happen? Will he blame me?

She stepped out of the bath. Water was dripping on the floor, but she did not care. The robe she put on was comfortable, like silky sheets that were caressing her aching skin.

The moon tea was already served on the table, waiting just for her. She drank it quickly, making sure there was no drop left. Praying to the Seven that she would not be with a baby of the filthy Lannister.

When Aemond got the message, he immediately canceled everything he was doing and returned to the King's Landing. He needed to know what made his wife ask for moon tea, and he had a feeling that he won't like it.

When he arrived at the King's Landing, he got off Vhagar's back and without talking to anyone, headed to his shared chambers. He walked quickly, ignoring his mother, Queen Alicent, on the way.

The guards opened the chambers to him. When he looked into the chamber he saw his Lady wife sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace. She didn't even notice he was there. The doors closed behind him as he walked up to his wife.

He kneeled next to the armchair and sighed. ''One of the maids sent me some information,'' he said while placing his hand on hers. She flinched slightly, which caused him to put his hand away. Wounded a little. ''Is it true that you ordered the moon tea?'' he asked with a soft voice, not wanting to make her feel pressured.

She nodded. She didn't feel like talking at all, she was scared of Aemond's reaction. ''Why?'' he asked. He wanted to touch her, caress her hand, hair, anything, but he wanted to respect her comfort zone.

She kept silent. The bad habit of scratching her fingers until they are bleeding coming back. Aemond noticed it and took her hands in his which made her look at him.

He kneeled in front of her, his face desperate and worried. He loved her too much and he was scared of what happened. His hair was loose over his shoulders. He was wearing his clothes for riding, which he usually took off right after. Not now, his wife was his priority.

He kissed her hands gently, causing her eyes to swell up with tears. Aemond did not understand what was happening so he hugged her. He wanted her to know that he was there for her. She cried over his shoulder and they both sat there like that for a few minutes.

Aemond finally started getting what happened. Why his lady wife has requested the moon tea and why she was crying now. He only needed a name. A name of the bastard that laid his hands upon her, who forced himself upon her.

''Who?'' only came out of his lips. His voice was demanding although gentle at the same time. ''Lord Lannister,'' she said in between sobs, clutching on him even more, scared that he would leave her. That he was disgusted by her.

Aemond's lilac eye darkened. How did the filthy Lannister dare to touch his wife while he was away? He would pay for it, and Aemond would make sure that Lord Lannister would regret every second of the terror he did to his wife.

He got pulled out of his thoughts when she said something he never thought he would hear. The sentence 'Are you disgusted with me?' ringing in his ears.

He pulled a little away to look into her eyes. ''What? No of course not, my dear wife.'' He caressed her head slowly while she looked at him with glossy eyes. He could see how much pain she had endured. ''Why would you think that, little dragon?'' he was a little sad that her head would even come up with it.

''Because of...'' she looked away. ''Of what he did. What if it was my fault? What if I-'' Aemond cut her off with a gentle 'shh' ''Do not say those words again. It was not your fault, never think that. That pig of a Lannister cannot keep his hands to himself, and he will pay.''

He kissed her forehead. ''There is nothing that could make you disgusting to me.'' she smiled at that, clearly relieved. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. ''I love you, little dragon.'' he pulled her into his chest and kept caressing her hair. ''I love you too,'' she replied.

Those words made Aemond's body fill with warmth. He loved her so much, too much. He would kill for her, burn the world for her only to make sure that she was happy and safe. He loved her to such depths that he would betray his family if she asked him to. He hated it, but he knew that his life without her would not make sense.

When she fell asleep at night after many comfort hours with Aemond he went to finally take his revenge for his wife. He wanted to do it earlier, the second he found out but he couldn't leave his little dragon alone, not in that state.

He was furious when he found out that Lord Lannister left the King's Landing, and returned to Casterly Rock due to 'important issues'. He tried to run away. Coward. Aemond thought.

This wasn't going to stop him. He would get his revenge even if it meant he had to go to Casterly Rock.

He rode Vhagar. Oh, how he wished to see Lannister's face when he saw Aemond's dragon. Aemond didn't waste any time finding a place to land. He landed on the castle grounds, not caring about some towers falling because of Vhagar's wings. Why would he anyway?

He heard people screaming, some panicking. Aemond didn't care. He headed inside the castle. A young maid helped him find Lord Lannister's chambers. Such a sweet servant girl, she didn't know that she was helping the murderer to kill her Lord.

When Aemond barged into the chambers he saw Lord Lannister packing things in fear. ''You won't need them,'' Aemond told him. His tone was so horrifying that many courageous guards would run away in fear.

''What do you want?'' Lord Lannister said, his eyes filled with fear. ''What do I want?'' Aemond repeated slowly. He twirled with his dagger between his fingers. ''Don't you know that you shouldn't touch things that are not yours?'' he asked. His whole demeanor was calm which was surprising to Lord Lannister.

He didn't reply, instead, he tried to grab a sword nearby. Before he could even reach him he screamed in pain. Aemond's dagger was in his hand. ''Was that hand first?'' Aemond asked with a coy smirk. ''Doesn't matter you're going to lose both.''

Aemond ripped the dagger out of his hand and cut it off in a swift motion. Blood flowed out on the marble floor. Lord Lannister screamed in pain, he tried to clutch the hand to stop the bleeding but Aemond wouldn't let him. He loved his pained screams so much. ''You're a little cunt, aren't you? Taking advantage of my lady wife when I'm not there. You really thought I wouldn't find out?'' Aemond snickered.

''I told that bitch to not tell anyone,'' Lannister said. Aemond got furious when he heard Lannister call his little dragon a 'bitch'. Without waiting for anything he cut off his other hand.

''This is going to start a war between us, boy!'' Lannister gritted out. He was angry, and Aemond smirked. ''So be it,'' with that word, Aemond slit Lord Lannister's throat.

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gunnerfc · 6 months

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Bad Game | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader

WC: 1312

Warnings: this isn’t full-on smut but it is suggestive so 18+ only pls! There’s no smut warnings but Alexia is just a little mean !

-> English and Spanish are used by both Alexia & reader in this!

All translations are from google, so apologies if they aren’t 100% accurate!

As the final whistle blew, you could see the frustration on Alexia’s face despite her contributing to three of Barça’s six goals against Real Madrid. You watched as she shook hands with the opponents, hardly putting any effort into concealing how upset she felt. You knew better than to try and comfort her right now, knowing that she needed a minute to sit with her feelings, and no matter how much you told her how good she played, she was too in her head to listen to you.

While you weren’t going to actively try and comfort her, you did keep an eye on her as she did media and signed a few things for some fans before finally making her way into the locker room. You weren’t the only one to notice the midfielder’s frustrations, the rest of the team saw it as well and knew better than to say anything to their captain. In the locker room, you took your seat next to Ona while other teammates were singing and dancing, celebrating another El Clásico win.

Alexia kept to herself in her seat, without a doubt replaying the entire game in her head picking apart her performance. The team’s loud celebration not helping her growing annoyance. Eventually, the celebrations died down as many of your teammates started taking showers and getting ready to head back to the team hotel in Madrid. You were thankful for the rare opportunity to be sharing a room with your girlfriend, seeing as you two are usually kept apart when traveling for away games.

Knowing how upset the midfielder was, you knew she was going to wait until back at the hotel to shower, wanting to leave the stadium as quickly as possible. You decided to wait as well knowing it was only a short ride back and the quicker you were on the bus, the quicker you could be close to Alexia without her pushing you away. As soon as both of you find your seats, Alexia is quick to put headphones on in an effort to drown out the singing from your teammates. You let out a defeated sigh as you grabbed her hand to give it a light squeeze letting her know you were here for her, but she gave you no response.

The trip back from the stadium to the hotel was short but for Alexia, it felt like ages. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the game and decompress in whatever way seemed best. Alexia was off the bus and in the elevator in record time, not bothering to wait for you to catch up. It was a good thing you each made sure to take one of the keys this morning. By the time you reached your shared room, Alexia was already in the shower. You sighed as you took it upon yourself to take care of cleaning out your gym bags so you could give your kits to the staff to be washed.

When you finally heard the water turn off in the bathroom, you were mentally preparing yourself to be met with silence from your blonde girlfriend. As Alexia exited the bathroom, she barely gave you a second glance, more focused on finding a replay of the game to study everything she did wrong. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scoffed at her actions. This finally gained some sort of reaction from Alexia, as she threw you a glance from one of the beds with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging you to challenge her. All you did in response was to give her a similar look, choosing to ignore the feeling you felt from seeing your girlfriend freshly showered with damp hair in a tank top and sweats.

When you were done with your shower, you found Alexia in the same position you left her in, this time you didn’t resist the eye roll.

“Ale, are you seriously going to rewatch the game you just played?” you asked, your voice dripping with your own frustration.

“Necesito ver que hice mal. (I need to see what I did wrong)” Alexia muttered, not looking up from her laptop. You knew this game was going to bother her, but the two of you never get to share a room when you’re away and you were looking forward to spending time with your girlfriend.

“Creo que puedes tomar un descanso, sólo por esta noche, cariño. (I think you can take a break, just for tonight baby)” You sighed, hoping to get her attention and she would see the pout on your face.

“Creo que podrías dejarme en paz unos minutos. (I think you could leave me alone for a few minutes.)” The blonde snapped, clearly still frustrated from earlier. Alexia finally looked up at you as she spoke and you could see in her eyes just how upset she was.

You knew that if you kept going, this argument would follow you back to Barcelona, and that was something you did not want. However, you couldn’t ignore just how much her words affected you. On one hand, you were upset that she was taking her anger out on you. On the other hand, you felt turned on by the idea of her taking her anger out on you in other ways.

“tal vez sólo necesites algo que te calme. (maybe you just need something to calm you down.)” You replied, taking cautious steps towards Alexia. The drop in your voice caught her attention, though she still refused to make eye contact with you.

When you reached the side of the bed she was sitting on, you moved to sit next to her. You carefully slid your finger across the top edge of her laptop, catching her eyes drift up slightly to watch you.

“bebé..please.” your voice had dropped to a whisper, knowing that no matter what your girlfriend was feeling, she was always affected by how you asked her to pleasure you. Alexia met your eyes, her still swimming with anger and disappointment in how she played but you could tell by how her pupils had dilated that she was feeling other things as well.

“úsame. desquitate conmigo, por favor, mi amor. (use me. take it out on me, please, my love.)” you begged. If you knew how to get anything out of Alexia, begging was the way to go.

Alexia all but threw her laptop off the bed to grab at your waist to switch the positions the two of you were in. Alexia loved having you under her, begging for her to give you sort of release and she wasn’t going to say no this time. Her lips met yours in a heated kiss, the blonde not giving you a chance to catch your breath before her tongue found its way into your mouth. Her lips left yours and a whine quickly followed them, hating not having her close.

Her lips found a place on your neck, leaving teasing kisses and bites, without a doubt leaving marks for you to deal with in the morning. At the moment though, you did not care. You were more focused on being an outlet for your girlfriend to let go of her lingering frustrations.

“¿Vas a hacer lo que te digo, princesa? (are you going to do as I say, princess?)” Alexia mumbled in between leaving the marks along your neck and collarbone.

You didn’t trust your voice, but you knew Alexia was waiting for an actual answer. With a shaky breath, you responded with a whispered “sí.” The response you received from your girlfriend was a deep kiss before she softly said “bueno” against your lips and you knew you were in for a long night, grateful that tomorrow was a travel day and you wouldn’t be expected to do much.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #barca femeni x reader #espwnt x reader #woso x reader #woso

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staytinyville · 4 months

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Kiss a Girl

↣ Summary: When Bang Chan is finally over a break up, he comes across someone that seemed to make things feel like he was a high schooler again.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, webtoon artist!reader, foreign!reader, post break-up, song inspired fic

↣ Word Count: 2.9k

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: I am from Texas where country songs are just a must. I grew up on like 2000s country songs and will always go back to them lol. But I heard Keith Urban while I was in the store the other day and was like. This is giving Bang Chan. Could it be because they are both Australian? Quite possibly. But TBH I do wanna hear Bang Chan sing one of Keith Urban’s songs.

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You have been in Korea for the past month doing some things for a work project you would never have thought to be possible. You were just a simple college kid a couple years ago who enjoyed making comics about a couple OC you created years ago. When the story became a hit around the world it garnered a lot of attention.

Especially TV companies that were asking you if they could create your story into a series.

You, being someone who was studying in the entertainment industry, agreed they could use it so long as you were allowed to work on the project with them. Your credits in college really help to put them along for the ride. Now you were going to be living in Korea for a bit until production finished and the whole series came out on the TV.

In the past month, you had made some good friends with the people you worked with. There were A-list actors who enjoyed your company and sometimes would invite you out to go drinking with them. While you did enjoy going with them, you found yourself attached to your translator a lot more compared to them.

It was easy to find people who spoke English, especially in the area you were working in. But the way your translator had to stick closer to you than others, you both found yourselves becoming close friends. And for them, as someone who worked closely in an industry that called for a lot of high ends, they were the ones who often took you out to fancy places where normal people would only wait years to get reservations.

“This is a very classy spot.” You told your friend as you looked around the club.

“It's a very high end club.” Your friend/translator told you. “Like only a select few people can get in.”

You laughed out loud. “How did you pull it off then?” You asked.

“Did you forget where it is that we work at?” They laughed. “Of course we are going to get the best stuff. Just gotta be careful because they will make us sign NDA.” They deadpanned at the end.

You laughed even louder. You glanced around for a moment to find where the bar was, easily spotting it along with a crowd. Just as you were about to head in that direction, you froze for a moment just as someone passed in front of you.

You let out a polite excuse me, bowing your head just a bit. The person looked at you oddly for a moment before giving you a small smile and telling you it was alright. When the man began to walk away, you tried to keep a neutral face, but were secretly panicking inside over you had just ran into.

“Bro!” You gasped quietly, smacking your friend’s arm. “Did I just see Yugyeom? Like the idol?” You gushed.

“Probably.” They looked over your shoulders, frowning as they nodded. “This is a popular club for idols because it's so exclusive.”

“Why would you bring me here?” You looked at them wide eyed, feeling like you were going to make a fool of yourself and risk a lot of things.

“This is where a lot of people in the entertainment industry come when they want to experience normal things. Like a club.” They explained to you. “This place is also really popular with the younger generations. You’ll probably come across a couple of people winding down from promotions and stuff.”

You did in fact see a couple of more idols. Your friend was the one who explained to you who was in attendance at the club for the ones you weren’t able to pick out right away. There was a good amount of older people as well, at least at the bar.

Once you got a drink in, you dragged your friend out to dance, laughing as songs you weren’t able to make out the words to blasted on the speakers. WIth how much your smile seemed to stretch across your face, other people began to notice you. Many of them were much to shy or reserved to go out and dance along with you but there were a few who wanted to feel your excitable energy.

“Hello.” A girl smiled while talking in English, coming into your closer circle.

“Hi.” You beamed, holding your hands out to grab onto hers. “Come dance!” You swung her arms around as you tried your best to not look like a fool.

But it seemed the more others drank and the night went on, you didn’t have to worry much about that. Things would never change once people had alcohol in their systems to make them let loose just a bit.

With you dancing along with the girl, a lot more came to join your side as your contagious positive attitude had an effect on others around you.

“Like this.” The girl laughed, trying to copy your silly jumps.

“Yes!” You laughed, trying to get others to dance as well.

Just as a large crowd was beginning to form on the dance floor, there were others going around and enjoying their time with friends. There was an idol who had just arrived after finally getting out of his post-break-up slump. He was ready to get back out there and mingle with new people after being in a mental blockage when it came to friends.

His bandmates had gotten him to agree to going out with his closer friends that weren’t any of them. They had other things to do, which did make him a bit upset but as they had told him, he had a life outside of them as well.

“Chan!” Yugyeom hugged the man’s side. “Look at you! Finally out.” He said, showing him towards where the others of the group were.

“I don't know.” Chan nodded to himself. “I'm ready to be out.” He said.

“For once and it's not in the studio.” Another one of their friends teased, lightly punching Chan in the arm.

The Australian laughed, looking around the club he had not been to in a while. He took in the large crowd that was going on around the dance floor.

“There's a foreigner?” He furrowed his eyebrows, turning to the others.

“She's cute!” A friend called out. “Been dancing and getting others to join. Seems social.” He added.

“I'm going to go ask her to dance.” Yugyeom called out, going to join the crowd.

Once others saw the boy coming down to stand next to the floor, everyone else seemed to join as well, having you get sucked into the crowd that was chanting as songs continued. Yugyeom came up to you giving you a smile as he caught your attention.

“Dance?” He asked you.

“Oh, sure!?” You nodded your head, moving to turn and face him as his song started to play. You laughed watching as he tried to explain to you the dance moves that came along with it.

You kept laughing, cheeks hurting from the fun you were having. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to experience something like this back home. You have been to bars but the energy isn’t the same as a club that was meant to pump people full of adrenaline. You enjoyed the atmosphere, it helped your need to be social.

“Yes.” Yugyeom gushed in English that had an accent. “Like that. Good!” He gave you thumbs up to show that you were correct.

You laughed at his way of trying to speak to you. You waved him off, telling him thank you in Korean which made him laugh even more. He tried to have a conversation with you, but you laughed most of it and tried to explain to him he needed to speak slowly in order for you to understand just a bit more.

When a new song came on, you hadn’t noticed someone else coming up to your side. All you did was turn to face the DJ stand as you began to sing to Stray Kids TOPLINE. You laughed as those around you began to do the same, in your own world. You turned to the person next to you, shouting out lyrics as you both gave off the same energy.

You started singing louder when you noticed it had been Bang Chan singing along with you. The chorus came around and you fully turned to give him your attention, trying to keep up. Bang Chan felt something in his chest as he danced with you to his own song. It wasn’t that he was proud, it was just that he seemed to be content with how you didn’t seem phased with who he was.

When the song came to an end, you clapped for Bang Chan, giving him a dazzling smile that made him turn his lips up.

“You know Stray Kids!?” He asked you, shouting over the speakers.

“No, who are they!?” You shouted back, face looking serious.

You almost laughed at how Bang Chan’s eyes went wide and he looked at a loss for words. “I'm just kidding. It's really nice to meet you.” You gushed, bowing your head.

“Oh, you don't need to bow.” Chan awkwardly giggled. “It's okay.”

“I got used to it here!” You told him, coming to stand up straight.

“Would you like to sit with me?” He asked you after a moment.

Your eyebrows raised, eyes wide as you took in his question. Looking just around him, you noticed your friend quickly nodding their heads, telling you to accept the offer.

“Am I allowed to?” You laughed.

He thought about it for a moment, looking over at his group of friends. “Ah, if you don't tell anyone.” Chan chuckled.

“Sounds like a risk.” You hummed. “I'll take it.” The smile you had made Chan a bit dizzy.

It had been so long since he had seen someone look at him that way. He had a ton of people look at him that way actually, but never to someone who made it seem like they just wanted to be friends. Chan had no problems with hookups, but it was refreshing to meet someone who wasn’t over him because they knew him.

You did know him–sure–but you were taking into account who he was which made you a bit cautious. While it was normal for others to be that way, you weren’t scared of talking to him like you had been friends for years.

When he showed you where his friend group were, you laughed a little at how they seemed to begin hollering when Chan brought you over.

“Don't listen to them.” He shook his head.

“Even if I did, I don't think I'd understand much.” You told him honestly.

“Are you visiting then?” Chan asked, allowing you to sit down first before he sat in front of you.

The music was much quieter in the area, but you figured it had to do with the fact that the table was sectioned off in the VIP. They had their own bar as well, classy stuff.

“It's for work. I'm going to be here for a few months.” You answered him. “I did study what I could but I still need people to talk slowly.” You explained.

“Ah, I see. I see. Lucky you, I speak English.” He laughed.

“Even if you didn't, I'd try my best.” You nodded your head. “Miss the chance to speak with Bang Chan? Mega producer who’s part of 3RACHA?” You gushed, making his face turn red.

“I wouldn't say mega.” Chan shrugged, getting bashful.

“I mean I don't know.” You pursed your lips in thought. “The Scoville scale is out here close to blowing up.” You laughed.

Chan bursted out laughing, cheeks hurting from how much he was stretching them. “You're cool.” He told you.

“Why thank you!” You waved him off. “I pride myself on being cool.” You said.

“Han would like you.”

“Just going to drop bandmates on me as if I'm not freaking out on the inside.” You suddenly said, making him laugh.

“You and I both.” Chan answered truthfully.

“No! Please don't! It's all cool!” Your eyes went wide hearing his confession.

You both spent a good hour sitting at the table laughing about stories that would come up or just things about the other’s life. Chan hadn’t noticed when his friends would get up to get more drinks or when they would go out to dance. And they didn’t want to disrupt you two either, eyeing each other with smirking as they teased the poor boy behind his back.

Before you knew it, you were telling your friend that you would be heading back to your temporary home with Chan as company. They gave Chan a thankful smile, bowing down in respect for someone of higher standard. But they told you to be careful, having gotten used to you always telling others that whenever they would leave.

You found yourself outside some plaza eating Tteokbokki from a small restaurant outside on the sidewalk. The night was nice and cool, leaving you in a refreshed feeling after having danced in the hot club. Chan was laughing at you struggling to get the rice cake on your chopsticks.

“Why would you eat it like that!?” He laughed, covering his mouth.

“I can't pick it up with the chopsticks!” You exclaimed, stabbing the rice cake treat with both chopsticks so it looked like you were at least eating them correctly. You managed to put it in your mouth before looking up at Chan who was pursing his lips.

“Don't look at me like that!” You gushed, smile on your face.

“It's like this.” He moved closer to you, trying to get you to hold the chopsticks correctly.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to use them, it was just that trying to pick up slippery food proved to be harder than you cared to admit.

“I'm trying!” You exclaimed, moving closer to him as he kept trying to put some food on your chopsticks.

As you were moving to place it in your mouth, the slippery cake fell from your utensils and onto the floor. “My Tteokbokki!” You cried out.

“Ok fine. Keep stabbing it.” Chan laughed, giving up.

Next thing you knew the night had come to an end and Chan had walked you to the building you were staying at. He had his hands in his pockets, looking up at the tall apartment building before giving you a kind smile.

“This is me.” You told him. “I had a great time.” You confessed.

“Me too.” Chan smiled softly. “Thank you for coming out with me.” He added.

You laughed as your face flushed red. “Of course. Thank you for inviting.” You told him.

“Ah. I guess I'll see you.” Chan nodded his head, shoulders dropping for just a moment.

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, soft smile on your face. “I had a really great time. I mean it—thank you for taking me out. Only could ever dream of something like that.” You told him honestly.

“Yeah.” Chan thought about something for a moment, which made you stop from going in completely. “Ah, is it okay if I ask for your number?” He asked you.

“I mean for me it is but is it for you?” You joked once more.

“Sounds like a risk. I'll take it.” He mocked you from earlier.

“You know though, I really don't want to make you sign an NDA.” He quickly added after you both traded numbers.

“To kiss and tell is just not my style.” You sang off, grinning from ear to ear.

Chan laughed for a moment, understanding your joke. “But the night is young and it's been a while.” He played along.

“Ah, you know it! Wasn't expecting you to honestly.” You told him.

“I'm a music producer—I listen to a lot of things. Besides, it's kinda relatable.” He smiled a little, looking down as he took in a calming breath.

You weren’t going to ask about it, it wasn’t your place. You knew what the song was about–it was one you had heard since you were a little kid. Besides, Chan was an idol who had secrets to keep from the public. That was one of the first things you had to get used to when moving to Korea and working in the entertainment industry.

“Then I'm happy to be that girl you wanna kiss.” You joked, thinking about the rest of the song.

“I wouldn't go that far.” He laughed, shaking his head.

You gasped, eyes going wide at the scene you had just made. “Making me sound like a fool then. Ah, forget about it.” You said in a rush, face red from actual embarrassment this time.

“No, I don't think I will.” Chan hummed, stepping closer to you.

You watched him step closer, feeling your heart stop for just a moment as he placed his lips against your cheek. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” He told you softly.

“Goodnight Chan.” You smiled.

You waved him off, turning around when a cold breeze blew past you. He continued on his journey towards his car parked in the front of the building.

“I wanna kiss a girl. I wanna hold her right. Maybe make a little magic under the moonlight.” You sang to yourself, nodding your head along to the nonexistent beat you were playing in your head.

“Don't wanna go too far just to take it slow. But I shouldn't be lonely in this big ol world. I wanna kiss a girl.” Chan quietly sang to himself as he walked home.

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turtletaubwrites · 1 month

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Numbers Game ~ Part 11

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 4176

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Summary: Another night with the Cross Guild reminds you of all the reasons why you should feel afraid, and all the reasons why you don't. Mihawk and Crocodile discuss your professional responsibilities.

Author's Note: I don't think my brain is attached to my body when I write about these bad men 🤷🏼‍♀️

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Blood and Violence, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Dom Mihawk, Teasing, Threats, Arguing, Daddy Kink, PIV Sex, Unprotected Sex (be safe out there!), Creampie, Overstimulation, Hair-Pulling, Degradation, Orgasm Control, Choking

The smile that broke across your face sent chills over your skin, even under the dangerous hands that gripped you on either side.

Buggy’s smile grew impossibly wide, his eyes flaring when he saw how he’d affected you. He looked truly happy for the first time in days as he leaned closer, reaching a gloved hand toward yours. Faded red lips parted, but his words died in his throat when a golden hook wrapped around it.

“I said we’ll try not to hurt you,” Crocodile rasped, yanking his hook just slightly until Buggy gulped, his wide eyes reflecting that menacing face. “Don’t get handsy with our girl when you smell like trash.”

“You got it, boss. I’ll go take a shower!”

Buggy’s head floated up while he nodded, freeing himself from the deadly hook. He flew toward the door, leaving a floating hand to wave for a moment before he was gone.

“That’s not what I– fucking clown,” Crocodile grumbled, his hand still gripped around your neck while you held your breath to keep from laughing.

“He really is a fool, isn’t he,” Mihawk wondered aloud, swirling the wine in his glass while his free hand released your fingers. He touched your knee, the gesture innocent, until the pads of his fingers teased circles around your skin. “How’s my little bloodhound, hm?”

“Blood–”

“Yes, darling,” he hurried, handing you your own glass to sip. “You did well with our wine tasting the other night, and today you told me that I smell like– what was it… dirt, but sour?”

You coughed as wine burned down your throat, and Crocodile patted your back a bit too hard while he chuckled softly.

“I’m not offended,” the swordsman teased, grabbing your chin to pull you his way. Those piercing eyes scraped your skin until he gave a small smile. “I surveyed the local soil this morning to determine the best crops for the area. It’s decent, but a bit acidic, hence the sour smell.”

Unable to comprehend anything he’d said, you couldn’t stop your lips from parting, your brows from creasing, or your whole face from looking stupid while you tried to translate his words.

“You like to garden,” Crocodile asked, that deep voice soft with surprise.

“I took up farming during my stay on Kuraigana,” Mihawk cleared his throat, releasing your flustered face while he took a sip of that potent wine. “It's a very productive hobby.”

“I’m sure it is. I bet that blade of yours works wonders on those stubborn weeds.”

The larger man’s taunt sped your pulse. You wanted to be as far away as possible if these two ex-warlords ever fought.

“I am capable of killing plenty of things without dirtying Yoru. Just be sure to keep your dry skin away from my vegetables,” Mihawk scoffed, taking another long sip as Crocodile let out a hearty laugh.

After a few moments of what couldn't be sulking, Mihawk sighed, returning his attention to you.

“How are you feeling, pet? Did mean ol’ Crocodile rough you up too much earlier? Did he ruin that sweet, little cunt of yours?”

His fingers slid up your thigh, pushing the hem of your dress higher while he checked in.

“Go easy on her.”

That warning growl stilled Mihawk's hand for just a moment before he let out a piercing laugh.

“Says the man I had to rein in earlier. Did you end up tearing her pretty pussy to shreds anyway? Before our little treasure even picks a safe word?”

“Watch your—“

“I have a safe word,” you chirped, interrupting Crocodile for the second time today. They were both quiet, the silence making you itch.

“Why didn’t you tell us,” he questioned, those large fingers kneading your neck and shoulders.

“Well, you didn’t ask, and I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think what, exactly,” Mihawk cut in, a dangerous tease in his words. “Didn’t think that two ex-warlords would care at all if their favorite toy got broken beyond repair?”

He kissed your cheek then, squeezing your thigh while he poured more of that wicked voice in your ear.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll break you as many times as I please. But if you don’t take good care of my things, we’ll have a very different kind of punishment.”

“You know we’ll take care of you,” Crocodile rasped, the cold metal of his hook smoothing over your cheek. “Tell us your word, but promise you’ll only use it when you need it, sweetheart. You know how I feel about liars.”

“I p-promise. It’s ‘hopscotch.”

“Perfect,” Mihawk nibbled on your ear before pulling away. “Now we can have some real fun.”

A cheerful tune came whistling through the door before it burst open. Buggy gleamed under the light in a set of red pajamas, his long blue hair braided over his shoulder leaving a damp stain against that clean fabric.

He’d donned a light version of his circus makeup, and it hurt your heart to think of how long it might be before you saw him without it again.

“This clown is as clean as a whistle,” Buggy announced, winking at you while he dragged the velvet chair as close as possible. He plopped himself down, laying his legs across the coffee table to wiggle his blue-painted toes in front of your knees.

You shoved a knuckle between your teeth after a snort slipped out of you, and Buggy sent a floating hand to tug gently on your earlobe. Your cheeks burned, and you had to close your eyes.

The past few days had ripped you away, and you’d been feeling frustrated before then.

But Buggy could always make you laugh.

“It's been a long day,” Mihawk drawled, ignoring the barefoot clown as he looked over your head at Crocodile. “I think I’ll help our little rabbit tuck in for the night. Come along, pet.”

He stood gracefully, and you took his offered hand, not knowing what he was truly offering.

“I’ll join you shortly,” Crocodile said after a pause, eyeing the swordsman as he carried you toward the door.

“I’ll come–”

Glancing back, you saw that golden hook catch Buggy’s braid, forcing him to turn away from you.

“We don’t need you waiting by the door tonight,” the larger man chuckled, his deep voice following you through the air into the hallway.

Mihawk’s hands felt electric as he held you, the chaste touch somehow tearing through your body.

How can he make every little thing feel so fucking filthy?

He hummed to himself as if he’d heard your thought, carrying you into Crocodile’s suite. You spun while he hung up his fancy coat, noting all the changes the suite had gone through since this morning, only stopping to watch Mihawk pull a few items from a wardrobe that hadn’t been there before.

“Join me for a shower,” he asked lightly, tapping your nose. “I couldn’t bear to make my pet sleep with the scent of sour dirt tonight.”

“Okay,” you coughed to hide a laugh, still not sure how to act around this stoic man who didn’t seem so stoic around you.

Deadly hands undressed you, tracing your skin softly, just enough to make you sigh. Standing on that fluffy bath mat again with his nude body so close had you curling your toes, and you couldn't look away while he started the water.

“Here, darling,” he ordered, handing you a shower cap before brushing a few strands from your face. “It would be a shame to dull this pretty hair by overwashing it. Do you think those high society clients would still respect my little rabbit if she’s not as shiny as she was?”

“I don’t–”

Cruel fingers fisted into your hair, stretching your neck to the side while his tongue teased along that vulnerable flesh. You moaned as you clung to his sides, trying to stay on your feet while he guided toward the shower. He released you, his harsh grip followed with a gentle touch as he helped you put the cap on, tucking stray strands inside.

Mihawk pulled you under that perfectly hot water, making your eyes roll back as he began to wash your skin. No touch was overtly sexual, but each one was sensual, leaving your body tingling, muscles relaxing under his attention.

You’d almost forgotten what he’d been talking about.

“What will they think of their perfect numbers girl now that she’s my filthy pet? The Cross Guild’s pretty little slut?”

Blinking a few times to get your heavy lidded eyes to work, you found him waiting for you. Watching him spread suds across his unreal body almost took your mind away again.

“Some of them will judge me,” you started, meeting his searing gaze through the steam. “They’ll think I’m stupid, or crazy, or a whore.”

“Maybe all three,” he mused. You cut him off before the next words could leave his lips.

“Most of them will be jealous.”

His lips quirked just slightly, and he pulled you under the water again, leaving a wet kiss on your lips as the soap rinsed away.

“Why would they be jealous of you, Y/N,” he rasped when he wrapped a warm towel around you. Your name on his lips sent fear through your veins, making you question your answer, but you knew you could never lie to him.

“I think they’re just as bored as I was, if not more. That’s why it’s so easy to convince them to throw money at ridiculous things. Why they all have stupid, petty skeletons in their closets. They’re boring people with boring lives, and they would kill for a little adventure, if they weren’t such fucking cowards. So instead of living, they just pay an obscene amount of berry to rub shoulders with little danger now and then.”

You ended your rant with a shrug, hanging the towel up to dry while the swordsman studied your every movement.

He left you in silence again, handing you a white linen top while you tried not to burn to ash under his molten gaze. Thankfully, you got you got distracted by watching him pull on burgundy pajama pants, the silky fabric doing nothing to dull the gleam of his still bare chest.

“Is this yours,” you asked, finally pulling the white fabric over your head. It felt very piratey, and you tugged at the laces to close the wide gap over your chest, bouncing on your toes while you looked at your reflection. He wrapped himself around your back, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“It is. Let’s–”

“I didn’t think you owned any shirts.”

Your eyes went wide as the words left your lips, adrenaline buzzing through you at the feel of his fingers pressing into your skin.

“I’m sorry, I–”

“You are a brave little rabbit, aren’t you,” he whispered, kissing your temple before leading you by the hand. “Let’s get some rest. You’ve got a party to plan tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you nodded, watching him pull the blankets aside for you to climb onto the massive bed. He smirked as he joined you, his heat giving you chills when he pulled your back against his chest. His breath tickled your neck, and you melted into him as his deep hum vibrated through you.

Each touch was gentle, almost lazy, as if those strong fingers were writing a lullaby on your skin. There was no push, just a soft pull toward relaxation, a call to join him in sleep.

Yet whimpers fell from your lips, your body writhing against his until he let out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Is there something you need, rabbit?”

That voice sent your eyes rolling back, the hidden promise and threat in his words adding to the need dripping between your legs. He traced his nails along your thigh, and you moaned just from the feel of him that close.

“Mm, what’s this,” he taunted as his fingers dragged through all that slick. Your back arched, his featherlight touch over where you ached for him forcing a whine from you. “So desperate for me. And I thought you’d be too sore. Or are you that much of a cockslut, Y/N?”

He blocked your greedy hand from reaching back for him, digging those just-gentle fingers into your arm while you whined.

“Use your words,” he chided, clicking his tongue. “Does my precious little whore want to get fucked?”

Legs shaking as you whimpered, your needy “yes” was barely audible. Your next breath came in a gasp as Mihawk shifted, wrapping his arm underneath you. It curled around you until his fingers gripped your throat, forcing you back against his chest.

“I didn’t fucking hear you, slut,” he growled as he pressed his silk covered cock against your ass. “Be a good pet, and beg for what you want.”

“Please, fuck me, sir–”

Your strained plea ended with a moan, Mihawk’s free hand pushing that silk out of the way. He choked you harder when he entered you, before wrapping his free hand around your hip to attack your clit.

“Mihawk…”

“Such a lovely whore, screaming my name so well.”

His vicious praise, his calculated thrusts, and his wicked fingers around your throat sent you into chaos, spasming in his arms. He loosened the pressure on your neck as you came down, but kept everything else going. You twitched as he played with your clit, the pleasure almost too much before he slowed all of his movements.

“I understand why you want Crocodile,” the swordsman drawled, giving you just enough pleasure to make you whimper. “I saw how quickly you gave in this morning. You enjoyed being punished.”

“Mhm,” you admitted, moaning when he rewarded you with another squeeze to your throat.

“And somehow, that fool clown makes you laugh so much that you keep putting yourself in harm's way for him. But if all you want is a floating cock, I’ve got plenty of toys you can fuck without all that risk,” he chuckled as your body tensed. Then he gave you what you needed, hitting against that perfect spot inside you over and over until you forgot everything but him.

“That’s alright, little rabbit. I intend to remain your favorite.”

“What…” you breathed out, almost lost again.

“Shh, darling, you know how well I can read you. Mm, how’s that, pet,” he checked in.

“You feel so good.”

“You know I can make you feel good. So good that your body will crave my touch, even when your other lovers make you scream.”

One more thrust, one more touch of those fingers, and you would be screaming for him again.

Instead, you almost sobbed as he went still.

“But you’ll have to earn it. Be a good little rabbit for me, or I might even keep the others from offering relief,” he threatened in your ear. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, and you fought the urge to fuck yourself onto him.

“How many hours… How many days could you take it, hm? Maybe we should test it out, just to be sure.”

“N-no, please, sir.”

“Mm, such a well-mannered pet you are. Keep begging.”

You did.

You kept begging, even as your voice struggled through his choking grasp, and through the next orgasm he ripped from you.

“My hungry, little vixen,” he purred, kicking off that burgundy silk as he rolled you onto your stomach. He forced a pillow beneath your hips before his thrusts went mean. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, the overwhelm still too delicious for you to care. His breath against your hair made your eyes roll white as he propped himself up over your back.

“Do you want to be a good pet for me,” he teased, his own voice finally straining.

“Yes,” you whined, almost there again, your body nearly done. A small part of you heard the door open, but the rest of you shattered at Mihawk's next words, and his harsh fingers ripping into your hair.

“Then take my come, you filthy slut… Mm, such a pretty whore, milking my cock on command. Fuck...”

Mihawk’s moans were just as intoxicating as his evil words, and you became nothing but pleasure with the pain. Your toes curled as hot ropes of come filled you, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking his come into you, grunting softly while you whimpered beneath him, drool staining your lips.

“That’s enough.”

Your body tightened at Crocodile’s low voice, making the swordsman’s cock twitch inside you, until you were gasping and squirming again.

“You should be proud, Crocodile,” he teased, kissing down your back as he pulled out of you. He helped you roll over, smirking while he spread you open, showing off his work that was dripping slowly through your folds. “Our numbers girl is so obedient.”

“You’re not a whore, Y/N.”

Blinking up at that scarred face, you couldn’t fight the hazy fog of confusion while your body still twitched.

“Don’t be so pedantic,” Mihawk scoffed, kissing along your jaw. “She wanted to be our whore, didn’t you, Y/N? Go ahead and tell your daddy what a cockslut you–”

“Enough.”

The command stopped your breath, and the shift in Mihawk’s body made your blood run cold.

Fuck, please don’t fight.

Your golden-eyed lover sat up, but kept a possessive hand on your thigh, fingers smearing his pleasure down your skin.

“If I had known you weren’t good at sharing toys–”

“Y/N has other uses. If you can’t treat her as anything but a whore, then we should–”

Mihawk stood, his nude form facing off with Crocodile at the foot of the bed while you held your breath.

“We should what? Let the poor thing suffer all alone with her dainty fingers every night? I’m sure she'd prefer being our whore over that. And why the sudden morality, Crocodile,” Mihawk challenged, sauntering toward the wall to lean uncomfortably close to Yoru. “Did you find religion in that hungry cunt this morning?”

You sat up, clutching at the loose, linen shirt to cover your chest, ignoring the sticky mess between your thighs. Crocodile cracked his neck, pale eyes flicking toward your movement.

“We promised that she’d be our girl, and that we’d take care of her. She’s got more talents than that, and I won’t have you treating her like some cheap whore to toss out when you’re bored.”

Even naked, Mihawk was frightening, danger like lightning under his skin, ready to strike at any moment. He let out another sharp laugh, rolling his eyes.

“It’s just a word, Crocodile, I’d never toss out our little treasure. I’m surprised at what a prude you are,” he chuckled, moving toward you, but still not far enough from his sword for your liking. “Did you like it when I called you that, Y/N? Did you enjoy getting fucked like a whore?”

A tiny, pathetic sound left your throat, and his satisfied look made you shiver before you glanced up at Crocodile's unreadable face.

“Answer him, sweetheart,” his gravelly voice coaxed, nodding at your choked out “yes.” He turned back to the smug swordsman, taking a single step, his long legs bringing him too close.

“Y/N’s our numbers girl, our financial advisor, and she’ll need to be taken seriously if this guild is gonna make any berry. If you disrespect her in front of anyone besides me or the clown, we will have a problem.”

“There it is,” Mihawk smirked, his chin lifting even higher as he returned the larger man’s glare. “Our overgrown lizard didn’t fall in love after all. I wonder how many people you’d whore her out to if it’d net you more ber—”

Your scream felt quiet compared to the clash of hook against sword.

The ex-warlords seethed, sword cleaving through empty air as flesh turned to sand, their venomous words lost to your ears while you struggled to move.

You wanted to run, to hide, to beg them to stop fighting over you.

They’re not fighting over me. They’re fighting for control.

That thought slowed your breathing, fear growing sickly sweet in your gut. Even with all the danger, you had started to feel safe, a naïve part of you had believed all their promises.

But what if I stop being useful?

The door cracked open, panicked blue eyes watching the first slow tears fall down your frozen cheeks. Until warm fingers wiped them away.

The noise of the fight still echoed through the room, but your mind was gone from it as two disembodied hands held you under your arms, lifting you into the air. Buggy nodded reassuringly as he floated you toward him, shouldering the door open for you to fit through. His handless arms were outstretched, waiting to catch you, but his hands almost dropped you when the door slammed shut.

Sand had hit the door, shifting into that daunting form. Crocodile’s breathing was heavy as he scowled down at you.

“Where were you off to, little rabbit,” came Mihawk’s taunting voice, breathing against the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry," you stuttered, quivering in the air, "I wasn’t–”

“It’s my fault, I was taking her! She looked scared, that’s all, Y/N didn’t ask–”

Crocodile opened the door, dragging Buggy inside by his braid, bringing the clown within reach.

So you reached for him.

“Buggy…” you gave one quiet sob, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You breathed him in as he returned his hands, holding you close.

The embrace lasted longer than you thought it would, and you melted into him, until anxiety hit. Opening your eyes, you caught Crocodile watching you, touching your damp cheek with a finger while he shook his head.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, sweetheart. I promised we’d take care of you, alright?”

You nodded over Buggy’s shoulder, his own breathing ragged as he pressed you against his chest. Your other lover came into view, standing close to his recent opponent while he trailed gentle fingers through your hair.

“Don’t fret, darling, I just like to play. You know I’ll protect what’s mine,” he promised, his head tilting when you nodded for him.

The four of you stayed like that, your heart the only thing that seemed to move. Buggy held you tight, while Mihawk and Crocodile stared down into your wide eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Mihawk finally broke the spell, guiding Buggy to carry you to the bathroom, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. He didn’t even tease you, just kissed your forehead when he checked in. “Will you feel safer if the clown stays with us tonight?”

It felt like a dangerous question, but you were too tired to lie.

“Yes.”

Buggy’s surprised hum made your eyes flutter closed, until you were set down on that huge bed. Crocodile kissed your temple while Buggy slid in on your other side, with Mihawk wrapping his arm around the clown to reach you. You were curled against Buggy’s chest, and with Crocodile wrapped around your back, you were embraced by three ex-warlords all at once.

The blanket was replaced with a sheet, but even then, you wondered if you’d wake up on fire from the heat of all their bodies.

The giggle that escaped your lips at that thought shocked you, and brought soft noises from your three lovers. Buggy kissed your hair, Mihawk’s fingers traced a few slow circles along your side, while Crocodile’s deep voice rolled over you.

“Feeling alright, sweet girl?”

That slowly shrinking part of your brain tried to convince you that you should be terrified. That tonight was more proof of the danger you’re in. That you should run for your life, run away from the Cross Guild at the first chance you got.

But being held like this, feeling their warmth, and melting into the intoxicating scent of all three of them made your fear fade into nothing.

“I feel good,” you confessed, letting yourself drift into dreams, with three living anchors to guide your way.

“Mm, pretty…”

“Bugs,” you sighed, shifting beneath the press of heat around you. Buggy groaned as he rutted against your thigh, but you couldn’t writhe under the weight of so many arms.

“I wonder what clowns dream of to get their dicks so hard. It has to be our little rabbit.”

Mihawk’s hand had trailed down your side, brushing against that hard length. You were wide awake now, but still trapped, Crocodile’s low chuckle sending shivers over your skin while Buggy woke with a yelp.

“Good morning! I’ll just–” Buggy choked out, body tensing as he looked back and forth between the other men. He tried to float away, but his head got yanked back, his braid caught beneath your shoulder, and Mihawk’s arm that was wrapped around him squeezed tighter until he stilled.

“I don’t believe this clown asked for permission to rub his cock all over our little rabbit, did he?”

“No, he didn’t.”

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a/n: Lol, sorry about Buggy getting his braid caught 3 times in this chapter. I had super long hair for years (lower back to mid thigh), and used to get stuck everywhere 😅 Poor Buggy, our lil clown is trapped again

Part 12

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spookyghostjelly · 8 months

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Midnight Hunt - Swiss x f!reader)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, 2,5k words, I'm back with more smut, and yes it's some more ghoul in heat, pnv sex, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, a little predator/prey play, feral Swiss is a little possessive, public sex, oral sex, fingering, size kink, i think that's it?

You stifle a yawn as you make your way back to your room. It's terribly late and not a soul can be seen in the abbey's corridors, the silence a refreshing change to the usual hustle and bustle going on in the day. Finishing these translations so late was not your objective, but now that you were here, you took this time alone to relax and absorb the calmness emanating from the abbey's walls in the middle of the night. You let your stress from the day's work escape as you mindlessly walk the stone pathways. A sudden noise has you stopping in your tracks however. It was very faint but the silence allowed you to hear it clearly: a shuffle of feet on the stone floors, coming from somewhere behind you.

Who could still be up at this hour? You turn, only to find the space empty. Your head cocks slightly in confusion. Only Copia had the habit of wandering the halls near the library at night -and you obviously- but if it was indeed him, why would he not call out to you, and even disappear on you? Your mind must have played tricks on you, you guess, it was late and you were tired after all. Just as you turn to resume your walk however, you nearly jump out of your skin as a ghoul enters your sight, standing just a few feets away from you. You chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief, the ghouls weren't an unusual sight around here after all. The ghoul in front of you does not react however and as you look more attentively at him, you notice the way his chest is rising and falling heavily, and how his gaze on you does not hold the playful glint they usually did. No, his eyes are dark, fixed upon you, carefully eyeing your every movement. His body is taut, as if ready to jump at any moment.

"Swiss? Is everything ok?" You call out hesitantly to the ghoul.

No answer comes. Instead, his head cocks to the side as he takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take a step back, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. Suddenly the realization strikes you: the ghouls should be locked in their den right now, it was right around the time where they'd be getting into heat… how the hell did he manage to slip through? You silently curse as a spike of fear runs through you, your breath catching. His nostrils flare and his lips spread into a wide sinister smile, fangs glinting in the faint light of the wall sconces. He takes another step forward, and you backwards.

"Swiss, you shouldn't be here." You try to make your voice as firm as possible even though you know it's useless, he can smell the fear emanating from you.

"You should run little rabbit, fucking run while you can."

His voice is so low, nearly a growl, and it sends shivers running through you. You know he's taunting you, running will only feed into his animalistic urge, but a spike of adrenaline has you instantly taking off running despite your brain knowing it was best not to. You curse the fact that you are still so far from your room and the sibling's dormitories. Running through the unending stone corridors towards the living quarters was pretty much your only option now; however, no way you could go through the main doors and lose him in the forest, he'd get to you in seconds. Your chances were already low as is… So you just focus on running towards your room, trying your best not to look back. You can hear him further behind you and you just know he's not going full speed. He's toying with you, that asshole. You take as many turns and secret passages as you can, trying to keep your frantic breath as silent as possible, even if you know he knows the abbey and its secrets just as well as you do, if not more. You feel like you've been running for hours, sweat beading at your temples and running down your cheeks, and for a moment, the silence around you makes you think you've actually managed to lose him somehow. But just as you're about to turn to look back, you feel a hand grab at your shirt's collar, claws tearing into the fabric. Despite your best efforts, it slows you down, throwing you off balance and of course he takes this advantage to jump towards you with a low growl. You somehow manage to dodge him however, both of you landing face first on the floor. You try to scramble back to your feet but a hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you back down with a loud cry. You curse loudly as you try to kick him off, but of course he easily manages to get you immobilized, face down under him. Swiss towers over you at the best of times so there was no way you could even try and fight him off, especially not with your muscles being this tired. He's currently sitting on you, a hand restraining both of yours in your back. You feel him leaning down, brushing your hair away as he presses his nose to the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply. He curses softly.

"You wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for this rabbit" he growls, his fangs brushing against your skin as he nuzzles your neck. "Now that I finally have you under me, no way I'm letting you go."

You absolutely hate the shivers that run through you at the low rumble of his voice, your own body betraying you. He chuckles darkly.

"Unleash me Swiss" you try to sound calm, nearly bored, anything to hide the fear. "You can't be doing this, you could be sent back to the pits."

He hums as he inhales your scent once more.

"If it means I get to taste you, I'm ready to take the risk, love."

You whimper loudly when he tears your shirt open the rest of the way, your bra along with it. He pushes the offending fabric aside and the tip of his nose trails along the expanse of your shoulders, his lips brushing so lightly, it sends shivers down your spine. Swiss purrs as his tongue suddenly licks a fiery trail up the column of your neck. His free hand then goes to grip your hair and he bucks into you harshly with a loud whine. The way his bulge presses against your ass makes your stomach clench with a sudden need that scares you. His lips make their way to your cheek, just at the corner of your lips.

"Fuck, I need you (y/n), I'm going to take you, make you mine." He mumbles against your skin as he bucks once more.

"Please Swiss", you plead and you're not even sure what for anymore.

"Yes rabbit I'm here, I'll take real good care of you."

Before you can even comprehend his words, he flips you on your back, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. A wide feral grin is spread across his lips as he spreads your legs around him, his hands going to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down with his underwear in record time. You can't help but stare at his now freed length, Swiss was nearly dwarfing you in size but for some reason you did not expect him to be this big. A spike of fear courses through you at the sight, he can't possibly fit can he? You finally look up to see his dark eyes and the way they are glued to your face, drinking in every single one of your reactions. He goes to grab the hem of your skirt, lifting, but you then try to squirm out of his grasp, your hands grabbing his wrists in a vain attempt to push him away.

"Swiss we can't do this here, we'll get caught-"

"Let them see, rabbit. You're mine now, let 'em see who exactly you belong to."

He then quickly leans down, sucking a nipple between his lips, fangs grazing just barely at the skin and you gasp loudly. You can't stop your hands from gripping at the back of his head harshly and he whines against your skin, taking this moment to lift your skirt the whole way up. His mouth latches to the other nipple and you yelp when he tears your panties away from you, his fingers quickly finding your folds. You barely notice the way his eyes roll at the back of his skull and he releases your abused nipple with a pop.

"Ah fuck, rabbit, you're dripping."

You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, and part of you was still a little worried about the whole situation, but a bigger part was now calling out to him, like your body had been actually yearning for him this whole time. His mouth begins slowly traveling down your body, until it finally levels with your core. His gaze lands on yours as he licks a long, slow stripe along your folds. You can't stop the loud moan that escapes your throat as you throw your head back. He repeats the motion, purring at the way your body arches off the floor, and up into his mouth. He is languid and slow at first, but his own desperation quickly wins over as he eats you out like a starved man, his moans growing nearly as loud as yours. You feel the coil within your stomach winding tighter and tighter and when he suddenly shoves two fingers in you, it snaps harshly, a loud wail leaving your lips as you come harder than you've ever came before. You feel him growl against you as he laps hungrily at your juices. It takes a few moments for you to come down from your high, and all the while, he keeps pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation.

"Such a good rabbit for me" he purrs.

You know you're a complete mess by now, but as you look back up at him, you notice he doesn't seem to be doing much better, panting harshly and palming at himself over you. His lips crash onto yours, his kiss desperate and terribly needy, barely leaving room for you to breathe in between. You're so focused on his tongue lapping against yours that you don't even notice how he has lined himself up with your entrance until he shoved himself inside you to the hilt, in one swift motion. He swallows the scream that leaves your lips as he tries his best to remain still at first. He's so big, it feels as though you're stretched beyond what you thought was possible. The way he presses up all the way to your cervix is slightly painful at first, but it thankfully subsides quickly, leaving you squirming under him. His jaw clenches as he tries to keep some amount of control over himself, but you see the way he is nearly shaking.

"S-Swiss, fuck-" you stutter and gasp, your mind unable to conjure more words.

"You're doing so good baby, you're taking me so well, 'm gonna stuff you so full, stuff you 'till you grow round with my kits" he's rambling half coherently.

You struggle to breathe correctly as your hands find his back, nails leaving harsh red trails behind and he starts moving. You feel absolutely overwhelmed but in the most blissful way, it felt as though nothing would ever measure up to how he feels inside you right at this moment. You can't contain the loud cries that leave you even if you tried and he leans down to kiss you again, all teeth and tongue. His lips trail down your neck and his pace quickens, now pounding so hard into you, your mind goes totally blank. His hands are digging in your hips and you know will leave bruises but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he's fucking up into you like this, like he needs it more than he needs air to breathe. He keeps rambling and mumbling incoherently against your skin, nipping and kissing in between.

"Fuck that's it rabbit, cum around me please, I know you can give me another one."

His panting and whining are nearly enough to make you come right then, but then his fingers are making their way to your clit, rubbing tight and precise circles which has you coming undone nearly immediately. You come with a loud sob as you clench like a vice around him, a litany of curses the only thing your brain manages to get out. He doesn't stop moving however, even when tears run down your cheek, he keeps pounding violently, his pace growing erratic. His name leaves your lips on repeat as you cling to him for dear life, your whole body shaking and spasming uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna fill you up rabbit! Take it, take all of me, ah, fuck-"

You feel his length twitch inside and just as he comes, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between your shoulder and neck. The sharp pain pulls another intense orgasm from you, a scream tearing itself from your throat, both from pain and pleasure. It takes a few moments for him to finally slow down before coming to a stop, his tongue now running soothingly across the wound he had created. You've never felt so full in your whole life, and at this point you wouldn't be surprised to find his cum leaking out of you for days following this. You both lay on the ground for a while, catching your breaths in silence, his hands running softly up and down your sides.

"Could you help me get back to my room please?" You ask after a while, your voice hoarse from all the screaming.

When he looks up at you, you notice his warm brown eyes have mostly gone back to normal, the darkness within them only faint now. He nods as he pulls out of you, making you wince.

"Let's go rabbit, let's put you to rest a bit before we go again"

You freeze as you look up at him, your wide eyes nearly horrified. What did he mean?

"What? You think we were done? I told you rabbit, you're mine now and I'm not stopping 'till every single person in this abbey knows it."

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lovelybrooke · 11 months

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Demon Slayers with a Foreign Reader

This was requested by @ruiroku, sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy.

Check out my other works here: Masterlist.

I have two ideas for a foreign reader. From what I was able to find, Demon Slayers take place during the Taisho period (1912-1926). This was around the time Japan opened back up to Western influence after previously cutting themselves off from the rest of the world. Because of this, I could image the reader coming to Japan for many different reasons.

The best idea I had was reader being a doctor/nurse who is studying Japanese medical practices or teaching western medical practices (keep in mind that when I say "western" I don't necessary mean American/European. I just mean literally anything to the West, which is a lot of places, as to keep the readers original home vague).

Either way, throughout your time in Japan, you got to learn a lot about Japanese culture and practices, and overall enjoyed your stay there. Over time, however, you began to notice strange happenings and disappearances, especially the weaker patients you would take care of.

You made the assumption that your patients were simply succumbing to their illnesses, but whenever you checked up on their families, they claimed that they had just disappeared. This lead you on a wild goose chaise to find your missing patients, since you knew how venerable they were.

All this led you to be cornered by a hungry demon, who was enraged at your attempts of finding your patients. He was right about to kill you before you were saved by a very...eccentric looking man, to say the least. In one fell swoop, he chopped the demons head off, saving you from a very painful death.

The man, who you figured out was named Rengoku, was very loud, and talked very fast. So, it was hard for you to translate what he was saying. He assumed you were in shock, so lowered himself down to your level, and explained slowly he would be taking you with him to get your wounds treated. It didn't take long before you passed out.

This was how you became acquainted with the Demon Slayers. After your wounds were treated, you came to the realization that your former patients were killed, and it hurt very much. You felt like you weren't doing your job as a doctor and failed their loved ones. It took a toll on your mental health, Shinobu recommending that you stay until you feel better both mentally and physically.

The Demon Slayers Headquarters is surprisingly cozy, even with the many intense figures there. Shinobu is the one who you spend most of your time with, since she takes it upon herself to treat your wounds personally. She takes very good care of you, and you're intensely grateful, but sometimes you can feel a little overwhelmed with how strangely focused she is on you and your wellbeing. Though, she does offer to teach you a thing or two about medicines that can treat demon related injuries.

Once you are able to move on your own, you spend a lot of your time with the other Hashira's. Rengoku is very interested in learning about your home country and could listen to you talk about your home all day. He's very childlike in his curiosity for you, often ranting happily about his own interests and dreams as a Hashira. While he is very lighthearted, he does often remind you that you own him for saving you.

Others like Giyu pretend not to care about you and want you to leave as soon as possible. However, when it comes to your safety, they take it very seriously. Being a foreigner, Giyu views you as target for many dangerous people. He often reminds you that you are weak and easy to manipulate, though you don't really hear any malice behind his works, almost like his he genuinely worried about you.

Uzui is pretty intimidating when you first meet him, but you eventually learn not to fear him. You get to know him more and more when you start to patch him up after missions. You don't realize as you begin to open up to him about how you miss your home and family. Uzui doesn't seem to mind though, as he listens to you carefully and even offers advice on how to acclimate better to your new home. He even suggests that you meet his wives some time.

Once the Tanjiro and the gang arrive, the quicky warm up to you. Tanjiro thinks you are the sweetest person ever, and always feels bad when you're forced to take care of him after missions. You honestly remind him of the warmth of a parent that he very much misses. He also loves that Nezuko loves you. Zenitsu also likes you, especially since you are much easier on him, and Inosuke doesn't have that much of an opinion on you, but he doesn't hate you. In fact, he's probably the most interested in your home country since he's lived a pretty secluded life until becoming a demon slayer.

The kids being, well, kids, are very interested in your native culture. Tanjiro is sympathetic and understands that you might miss your home often, so he offers for you to teach him things regarding your culture. He might even learn how to cook native dishes that can remind you of your home. Unlike the others, who want you to forget about your native country, Tanjiro feels bad whenever you talk about missing your family or friends, even though it fills him with jealously.

They are also obsessed with the way you sound speaking your native language since they think it sounds so cool. Some of them like Rengoku might even want to learn, while others are simply content with hearing you talk. They think you're so smart, being able to speak to languages. Even if you're not fluent in Japanese, they're all willing to help you with anything you're struggling with. Though, there are times where they'll bend the truth on what they are saying whenever you're confused, most notably when they're talking about something not so savory.

In conclusion, even once you get better, you're staying with them. The Hashira's are very good at making you feel like you owe them something, and so they abuse that to get you to stay. You don't even notice that you're slowly and slowly forgetting about leaving, as you start to work as a nurse with Shinobu. Even once you get better and can technically leave on your own, you're constantly reminded of how dangerous the world is without your demon slayer friends.

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A/n: I might write a part 2 with the demons, so tell me if you would want that.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #kny x reader

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hello-vampire-kitty · 12 days

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Servamp chapter 136 translation "The gentle flutter of a butterfly's wings"

Read the chapter on Mangadex!

Keep reading for translation notes.

Oh boy, this chapter had some difficult lines that took me a while to translate and hopefully I managed to convey them ;;

Alright, to start off, I want to point out that in the top left panel, Hokaze is holding the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, so if you know the plot of the story, you can make connections with her. Also, regarding her name...It's sounds weird for her because she's a woman. I looked up Hokaze (歩風) on Japanese names sites and it was listed for boys, while the readings Ayuka or Honoka were listed for girls.

Well, if Tanaka-sensei hasn't mentioned so far that it wasn't a mistake, then her name is Hokaze.

In Japanese, 情欲 and 色欲 mean lust the latter is the one used regarding Lily, however they have different nuances. Basically, the former implies a desire for emotional attachment as opposed to 色欲 that is focused on the physical aspects of attraction, without necessarily implying emotional attachment.

As you can see in the translation, the intended reading is 私 (I, myself) while the other reading is 色欲 (lust).

愛のない情欲のことだけを私 (色欲) の名前で呼ぶのでしょうから。

I had the most trouble with this page, like OMG...

Lily had some difficult lines and it's possible that I haven't conveyed them to well, thus I will give insight on how I understood them. Here's the original line 人は美しい時間のままに死にゆく。それだけがいい。

I don't like to assume things. I try my best to convey what characters say and of course I rely on the grammar that is used so that's why it was difficult to interpret the above line which I ultimately translated as "People dying while they are still beautiful...That alone is a good thing"

A direct translation would be "People will die in a beautiful time" which sounded weird...Like I said, maybe my interpretation isn't good and I wanted to add "should" because Lily's is giving his opinions and I thought it will work but I if it's not suggested by the grammar, I couldn't do that. If you look at the first line on this page where "should" is there because that's how a grammar part translates.

So yeah, it was tough working on this line seeing how it can be interpreted...

Sloth uses words that have alternative meanings. When he says "This makes us even", the other reading is fire. "We should have a discussion after all". The other reading is "fighting" and Sloth also said this in chapter 133.

There is one word with another reading in Tsubaki's first line which I found that it has the meaning of "older sibling" although it's usually translated as head or neck 首 (kubi) My assumption is that Tsubaki used 首 with the connotation of "older sibling" because it reflects how he was born in the Edo period (revealed in later chapters), so he's using an archaic term. The intended reading is もの which means "object" and one theory I have about the other reading is related to the camellia flowers that are said to be associated with a head that is cut off because when they wither, the flowers fall at once.

The last note is about Tsubaki's skill which is difficult to interpret its meaning ;;

I translated it as "Crossing".

The Japanese word 渡 comes from the verb 渡す that has the general meaning of "to hand over/deliver but there is also the meaning of "to transport", "to carry across". While it can be translated in several ways, I like the translation I made and I found that the verb is used "to say a requiem" 引導を渡す I'd say it connects with his ability "Shura Funeral". This term originally refers to a ritual or ceremony in Buddhism called "引導供養" (indou kuyou), where a deceased person's spirit is guided to the afterlife. So yeah, let me know what you think. I'd like to hear your opinions and I hope these notes are helpful!

#servamp #chapter 136 #my translation

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pink-tea · 1 year

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hii this is my first time requesting 🫣

reactions to pegging the txt members perhaps🧍🏾‍♀️

hi!! honoured to be your first request! i haven’t requested a fic from some of the other blogs I follow before so you’re ahead of me on that one haha

but pegging? yes.

// very sorry that this request took me so long to get to </3 i took a mini hiatus cause school was really starting to kill me, but i think i'm ready to get back into the groove now! please accept this as my apology!!

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ tags: dom! reader, sub! txt, pegging, dacryphilia (crying), degradation, occasional use of pet names, name calling (slut, whore), hair pulling, scratching yeonjun: slight feminization, calling him a doll soobin: breeding kink beomgyu: overstimulation hueningkai: scratching taehyun: first time, strength kink

soobin

ღ god, he loves it

ღ he slips so prettily into subspace, turning from txt's reliable second oldest to your pretty little cock slut

ღ soobin likes anything that makes him feel as small as possible

ღ he's so tall that doing anything that makes him feel relatively small goes straight to his dick

ღ corner him, back him up against a wall, make him realize that he's trapped with nowhere to run: he's turned on

ღ tilt his chin up when he’s sitting, casting your shadow over him as you look down at him with bedroom eyes: instant turn on

ღ grab the back of his head and push his face into the sheets as you pound into his prostate from the back: he's cumming

ღ sweet sex is cute, he’d never complain if you decide to take your time with him, kissing praises and adoration into his skin

ღ but days where you toss him onto the bed? teasing him and berating him for the way he arches his back and buries his face into the nearest pillow without having to tell him anything? heavenly

ღ "what a good little whore," you coo, sliding into the space in between his legs and letting your hands wander over the plushness of his ass

ღ likes to get fucked fast and good, wants to feel nothing but pleasure, wants you take control and make him forget all of his worries

ღ wants you to put a baby in him so bad, i feel like he'd be obsessed with those strap-ons that actually squirt </3

ღ loves getting pegged

ღ please call him the dirtiest names, treat him so roughly and then wipe him down gently when your done, tell him he's your perfect angel while he gets embarrassed at the fact that he screamed for you to get him pregnant again

soobin cries out when you push his head down into the soft mattress, hands clawing at the ruined bed sheets as he struggles to ground himself. the grip on his hair is so harsh and painful, but the burning of his scalp can only translate into pleasure. he can feel the way you're leaning over him ever-so-slightly, can feel the way he's so utterly overwhelmed by your presence.

your strap keeps hitting deep inside him, barely letting him catch his breath every time you hit the part that makes him see stars he's been screaming so much his throat is sore . he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if we wants to beg you to stop or to just keep going. he lets out a series of staccato moans, letting out a whine when he tries to lift his head only for your hand to push him back down.

“you ok, baby?” you ask, doing your best not to sound too breathless as you pound into soobin’s plush ass. he can only hum in response, gasping when you replace the hand on his head to grip his slim waist. it’s the feeling of the way you take absolute control over him, using your hold on him to slam him back onto your strap with each thrust that has his mind reeling; poor baby’s so overwhelmed.

it doesn’t help that he’s rutting his flushed cock into the mattress beneath him with the angle you have him at, feeling his orgasm quickly build up in his stomach. he's only thinking about how big you feel inside—how nice it feels with you crowding him, making him feel small with the way he can't even lift his head up underneath you. his words slip before he can even catch them.

"cum inside, please," he sobs, feeling his orgasm catch up to him faster than he can handle. you smile at the request, leaning down so that you're pressed up against his back, hand sneaking down and almost making him scream when it wraps around his weeping cock.

"anything you want," you respond sweetly, soobin only moaning loud and shaky when the thrusting of your strap and the rhythmic strokes of your hand finally send him spilling into the sheets.

yeonjun

ღ yeonjun's such a pretty crier, definitely sobs and whines when you fuck him good

ღ he likes missionary, likes to cling onto you and rake his nails down your back while you're pounding into him

ღ you almost always ask if it feels good cause yeonjun just sounds like you're screwing him into oblivion

ღ yeonjun always answers with quick and dizzy nods, gasping out “yes yes yes!"

ღ he thinks you're such a ride, almost constantly daydreaming about sitting in your lap and bouncing on his favorite strap when you accidentally manspread while watching a movie with him

ღ treat him like your pretty little plaything

ღ feminize him just a little, call him noona, let him put on one of his skirts just so you can roughly push the fabric up as he slides down onto your strap

ღ he's obsessed, such a slut for the pleasure

ღ he’s sososo sensitive too; it just works out

ღ tease his nipples while he bounces on top of you, sucking and biting and just making a mess on his chest as he twitches in your lap at the stimulation

ღ or maybe even decide that you're done with letting him control the speed

ღ push him backwards so that he lands back down on the cushions while you admire the sight underneath you where he belongs

ღ grab his pretty little waist and slam him back onto your strap over and over like he isn't pushing himself against you too

ღ spilling absolute nonsense, telling you how good it feels, telling you how much he wants it

ღ and by the way his legs are hooked around you—preventing you from slipping out—you’d say he’s being pretty honest

your boyfriend looks so pretty when he cries, it’s to the point that your mind goes straight to the gutter the moment his eyes start to get misty. those pretty, wet eyes that look up at you when you shove him onto the bed. those pretty eyes that let tears slip through when you trigger his gag reflex, gagging around your fingers as your other hand works on scissoring and loosening him up.

pretty pretty eyes and that perfect little mouth of his that screams and cries once you’re shoved deep inside him. you love to hear him whine, god knows he loves to, but you can't help but muffle him with a kiss. plush, pink lips molding against yours as he struggles to keep up with the task of kissing you when he also wants to sob every time you hit his prostate.

give your poor doll a break, won't you? let him watch as you sit up and lean back, taking the hint that now he gets to set his own pace on how rough you fuck him. almost shaking as he sinks down onto your strap, heavily supported by you as he clings onto your shoulders.

your boyfriend looks so pretty, and you make sure to tell him that. leaning up to whisper in his ear how gorgeous of a cock slut he is, how much you could watch him go crazy over just your cock all day. a shiver goes down his spine at your words, and his dick twitches pathetically as you play with the hairs at the back of his neck.

once he starts to actually set a pace though, he can’t get enough. he’s bouncing so nicely, dick caught in between the both of you and making a mess on your stomach with precum. you end up making the decision to jerk him off as he rides you, smiling at the strangled cry that slips from yeonjun’s red and bruised lips as you rotate your wrist in the way you know he likes.

“[your name],” he gasps, a little breathless as he looks down at you. you only respond with a hum of acknowledgement, too busy giving kitten licks to his tip as he struggles to concentrate on fucking himself on you. “I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he tries to warn you, lips bruised and red as he pouts. you smile a little as you feel his fingers trail delicately through your hair.

“is that so?” you ask apathetically, adjusting your hand so that your middle finger and thumb end up pressing together as a makeshift cockring around the base of his dick. yeonjun cries out at the pressure, beginning to squirm before one of your hands grips his waist to keep his hips locked where they are. “then I guess we just have to make sure you don’t come till I tell you to,” you decide cruelly, staring up at yeonjun’s watering eyes.

beomgyu

ღ never changing my bratty beomgyu agenda

ღ + oral fixation beomgyu BUT since this is specifically pegging I leave that for another day

ღ sometimes he craves just getting absolutely railed by your strap, craves the feeling of being put in his place by his pretty dom

ღ always doing something to rile you up, especially around friends or company

ღ beomgyu knows how to use his words, knows that if he asked you nicely with his doe eyes to take him home and fuck him till he forgets his name, you would

ღ your eyes would go a little wide and maybe you'd scold him with a blush on your cheeks, but you'd make sure to leave the dinner the two of you got invited to a little early so that you can take care of him

ღ but gyu doesn't want to wait, he wants you now and he knows how to get what he wants as soon as he wants it

ღ so he starts to act up, kissing sweetly at your neck while you're in the middle of conversation with an old friend, watching you freeze up before you hastily insist that you should all sit down to eat now

ღ and obviously there’s no way you’re able to ignore the fuck me eyes the rest of the night, the playing footsies under the table while your poor friends chat away mindlessly, the smirk on his lips and—fuck, is that lipgloss?

ღ it’s to your utter dismay and annoyance once you have to stand up and announce sadly to your friends that you and your boyfriend have to leave

ღ gyu is eager to hop out of his seat and cling to your arm as the two of you leave, eager for what’s to come

ღ and what’s to come is his sixth orgasm, tears dried on his cheeks and more streaming down as beomgyu hiccups and whines underneath you

ღ you have his pretty legs on your shoulder, leisurely fucking into him as you twist his poor overstimulated cock in your hand

ღ beomgyu thinks he’s close to passing out before you angle your hips a certain way and slam into his prostate, making him cry out as his back arches

“hurts," beomgyu whines, tears pearling up on his lashes as he looks up at you with glossy eyes. cute, you think fondly. but you don't let yourself echo the thought because right now you're supposed to make sure that your beomgyu cums enough today that he doesn't act up for the next week.

"does it, gyu?" you ask, smiling when he only pouts and nods in response, legs twitching from where they rest on your shoulders. "that's too bad, should've thought about that before making us leave dinner early," you tsk, squeezing beomgyu's dick at the tip and making him almost scream at the oversensitivity. the two of you are a mess, the only sounds in the room being your scoldings, beomgyu's moans, and the wet sounds of the lube in his ass and the precum dripping down your hand.

beomgyu liked it messy, you liked beomgyu. but you didn't appreciate his behavior when he wanted something. of course beomgyu was capable of just asking you for it, but when he wants to get fucked rough and dumb, suddenly the only thing he can do is annoy you enough to warrant punishment. the two of you loved beomgyu's punishments, but you had been looking forward to this specific dinner.

"wanted to spend time with you," beomgyu tries to sweet talk, looking up at you with those big doe eyes that always manage to catch you off guard. you glare down at him, taking your hand off his dick and slapping it harshly. the action makes beomgyu jump, the feeling of pain and pleasure making his jaw drop into a loud, whiny moan.

"i always spend time with you" you scold, listening to your boyfriend's cries as you pick up the pace of your wrist on him again. you let your free hand tangle into the messy looks of his overgrown wolf-cut, brushing back his bangs before grasping at the strands hard enough to make sure he can't break off eye contact with you. using the grip on his hair to ground yourself, you thrust into him roughly, setting the punishing pace that you love and that turns him to mush.

"you're gonna have to learn how to share someday," you sigh condescendingly, watching beomgyu's eyes flutter and fight against the urge to shut as you speak to him. "was really looking forward to dinner, but now i have to spend my time fucking you rough so that you learn your lesson," you continue, mean even though all you can think about it how pretty gyu looks as he's about to come, loud cries turning into gaspy moans as he struggles to keep his legs hooked over your shoulder.

"m' sorry," he gasps out, a stray tear finally rolling down his cheek. you smile at the apology, releasing his hair so that you can swipe the tear away with your thumb. you know he's not, but you love him anyway.

hueningkai

ღ he likes to face you, loves missionary

ღ especially loves it when you end up folding him in half and fucking him deep into a mating press

ღ something about him and his flexibility gets to me

ღ y’all remember that to-do episode where they’re measuring their flexibility and hueningkai learns that he gotten so much more flexible now that he’s older?

ღ you already know omg

ღ want to take advantage of it, making him shiver and moan cause he’s getting fucked so good but his thighs burn at the stretch of whatever position you have him in </3

ღ wall sex, hueningkai getting dangerously close to knocking picture frames off your wall as he desperately tries to find something to hold onto

ღ his back is pressed against the wall but he’s shaking and crying because he’s struggling to stand on one leg, his other pressed close enough to his chest that he can feel the burn even as you fuck into him

ღ on the bed too, having him on his back while you grip his legs, spreading them before suddenly you’re pushing down on them into a makeshift middle split

ღ hueningkai’s so out of breath, sometimes you have to remind him with a sweet kiss to breathe

ღ oh my god, definitely a scratcher i can feel it in my bones

ღ holding onto you for dear life as you fuck him dumb, nails digging into your back and leaving red lines to discover in the morning

ღ tease him about it, make him feel a little bad when you move one of your hands from his thighs to pin his wrists above his head

ღ "no need to mark me up, you know i'm yours," you coo, kissing away the tears that roll down kai's cheeks because holy fuck if you keep hitting that spot he's so done for—

hueningkai's barely thinking at this point, only thinking about how pretty you look above him, how good you feel inside. he's trying not to slip away, trying to keep his mind with you as he grunts and moans with every thrust of your hips into his. his hands are pinned besides his head, tangled with yours as you rock into him.

"i love you," he manages to gasp out, making you snap your gaze back up to his flushed face and dazes eyes. with a smile you start to slow your thrusts, untangling one of you hands to hold hueningkai's face as press your lips against his. he melts at the physical affection, smiling although he's really trying not to pant into your mouth.

"love you too," you respond after you pull back, removing your hand from his face to trail down his body before it rests on his shin. "love your body, love how good you are for me,"you start to list, catching kai off guard when your hand finally gets a good grasp around his shin. "love your flexibility too, don't you?" you ask, smile widening as you watch the question finally make sense in the boy's brain.

soon, you're lifting his leg up to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of his ankle before you're pressing his leg into his chest. his knee folds at the motion, but the action still provides a burn where his muscles stretch and kai groans at the feeling. you shift above him, leaning in close enough to kiss hueningkai's nose and making his eyes flutter open (he didn't know he had closed them?).

"you feeling alright?" you ask gently, watching the way hueningkai's brows furrow and the way his mouth drops into a pretty 'o' shape at your experimental thrust. shakily, he nods, closing his mouth to swallow thickly. his skin feels warm at the touch, the hand that you hadn't untangled from his is sweaty at this point.

"feels good," he admits, giving you a heart shaped smile that makes you swoon. he leans up to give you a kiss that you accept before you pick up your pace, resuming your original goal of getting your boyfriend to cum now that you're sure he's okay. the sudden speed makes hueningkai break the kiss with a moan, his free arm quickly wrapping around you as you hiss at the feeling of his nails digging into your shoulder—grounding himself.

taehyun

ღ strength kink strength kink strength kink, don't get me started

ღ at first he honestly didn't know how to feel about pegging, open to doing anything with you but he's just never thought about doing it before

ღ idol life has limited his sexual experiences, so when i tell you that the foreplay already has him shaking like a leaf, i mean it

ღ curling your fingers so nicely against his prostate that he's wailing, head buried into the sheets while he's struggling to hold his hips up for you

ღ if this is just from stretching him out, he doesn't know how he's going to handle taking your whole strap

ღ but you start out sweetly with him, letting him catch his breath while he twitches and gets used to the feeling cause jesus he feels so full

ღ but then once you get into the rhythm, taehyun doesn't know how he can come back from this

ღ hitting him deep with the strap but taehyun keeps trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure

ღ his hands are clawing at the pillows as he tries to escape from the feeling of your confident thrusts, but before he knows it your hands are grabbing at his and tugging them behind his back

ღ if he was gasping before now he's full on sobbing, the position forcing his back to arch and making the silicone toy hit his prostate at a new angle that makes his head spin

ღ hold his hands behind his back with one hand and use the other to tug his head back, making him whine as you trail bites and kisses up his neck

ღ "were you trying to run away from me?" you ask, sucking pretty red hickeys onto Taehyun's skin as lewd sounds from both the sex and himself fill the room

ღ "mm—no," he denies, head swimming before he yelps as you push him back down into the covers

ღ it's so sinful, the way he looks at you with such pretty big eyes while his muscles tense under your touch as you blow his back out

ღ you both know that he could stop you at any moment, yank his arms out of your grip whenever, but the feeling of strength and power you hold over him is addicting and he can't get over it :(

a slight shift in your hips makes a spark of pleasure roll down taehyun's spine, and he's quick to whine and start melting down onto the bed. his face is pressed into the sheets but he still does his best to keep his hips up for you.

“I think you can move now,” he says, voice just barely above a murmur. you hum in acknowledgment, running your hands over his back before settling to hold onto his waist, starting with slow thrusts that pull a low moan from your boyfriend. taehyun’s already squirming, twitching at the full feeling.

it only takes a few more thrusts before taehyun is moaning and gasping at the pleasure, dick painfully hard and leaking precum onto the sheets underneath his hips. he feels boneless at this point, almost limp in your hold and its up to you to hold his hips and slam him back down onto your strap and fuck if that doesn't send his mind reeling. he knows that your hands are going to leave bruising on his skin and something in his brain turns into mush at the idea.

he's quickly out of his thoughts at the feeling of the silicone dildo ramming into his prostrate suddenly catching him utterly off guard. he cums with a muffled scream, biting hard into the pillow underneath him as you still behind him. he thinks you're letting him catch his breath, shuddering at the force of which his first orgasm hit him.

he yelps at the feeling of you resuming your thrusting after he calms down, looking at you over his shoulder with wide eyes. "i-i came," he stutters, trying to remind you as if you didn't already know. taehyun only gets a hum of acknowledgement as answer, one of your hands sliding down from his hip to grab his shoulder. he doesn't get to think much before suddenly you're pulling him up and forcing him to arch and sit back on the strap.

he gasps wetly, tears welling up in his eyes as his hands blindly reach for yours. he throws his head back, exposing his neck as he tries to rest his forehead on your shoulder. catching your eye, he gets a smile and a kiss pressed to his head before another thrust jostles him and forces out a cry from the overstimulation.

"maybe you won't muffle your moans this time," you throw, making taehyun groan as he realizes he's getting punished for hiding his noises from you while he came </3

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #sub idol #sub soobin #sub taehyun #sub beomgyu #sub yeonjun #sub hueningkai #txt x reader #txt headcanons #guys im sorry for disappearing </3

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max-levchin · 10 months

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Shamir Secret Sharing

It’s 3am. Paul, the head of PayPal database administration carefully enters his elaborate passphrase at a keyboard in a darkened cubicle of 1840 Embarcadero Road in East Palo Alto, for the fifth time. He hits Return. The green-on-black console window instantly displays one line of text: “Sorry, one or more wrong passphrases. Can’t reconstruct the key. Goodbye.”

There is nerd pandemonium all around us. James, our recently promoted VP of Engineering, just climbed the desk at a nearby cubicle, screaming: “Guys, if we can’t get this key the right way, we gotta start brute-forcing it ASAP!” It’s gallows humor – he knows very well that brute-forcing such a key will take millions of years, and it’s already 6am on the East Coast – the first of many “Why is PayPal down today?” articles is undoubtedly going to hit CNET shortly. Our single-story cubicle-maze office is buzzing with nervous activity of PayPalians who know they can’t help but want to do something anyway. I poke my head up above the cubicle wall to catch a glimpse of someone trying to stay inside a giant otherwise empty recycling bin on wheels while a couple of Senior Software Engineers are attempting to accelerate the bin up to dangerous speeds in the front lobby. I lower my head and try to stay focused. “Let’s try it again, this time with three different people” is the best idea I can come up with, even though I am quite sure it will not work.

It doesn’t.

The key in question decrypts PayPal’s master payment credential table – also known as the giant store of credit card and bank account numbers. Without access to payment credentials, PayPal doesn’t really have a business per se, seeing how we are supposed to facilitate payments, and that’s really hard to do if we no longer have access to the 100+ million credit card numbers our users added over the last year of insane growth.

This is the story of a catastrophic software bug I briefly introduced into the PayPal codebase that almost cost us the company (or so it seemed, in the moment.) I’ve told this story a handful of times, always swearing the listeners to secrecy, and surprisingly it does not appear to have ever been written down before. 20+ years since the incident, it now appears instructive and a little funny, rather than merely extremely embarrassing.

Before we get back to that fateful night, we have to go back another decade. In the summer of 1991, my family and I moved to Chicago from Kyiv, Ukraine. While we had just a few hundred dollars between the five of us, we did have one secret advantage: science fiction fans.

My dad was a highly active member of Zoryaniy Shlyah – Kyiv’s possibly first (and possibly only, at the time) sci-fi fan club – the name means “Star Trek” in Ukrainian, unsurprisingly. He translated some Stansilaw Lem (of Solaris and Futurological Congress fame) from Polish to Russian in the early 80s and was generally considered a coryphaeus at ZSh.

While USSR was more or less informationally isolated behind the digital Iron Curtain until the late ‘80s, by 1990 or so, things like FidoNet wriggled their way into the Soviet computing world, and some members of ZSh were now exchanging electronic mail with sci-fi fans of the free world.

The vaguely exotic news of two Soviet refugee sci-fi fans arriving in Chicago was transmitted to the local fandom before we had even boarded the PanAm flight that took us across the Atlantic [1]. My dad (and I, by extension) was soon adopted by some kind Chicago science fiction geeks, a few of whom became close friends over the years, though that’s a story for another time.

A year or so after the move to Chicago, our new sci-fi friends invited my dad to a birthday party for a rising star of the local fandom, one Bruce Schneier. We certainly did not know Bruce or really anyone at the party, but it promised good food, friendly people, and probably filk. My role was to translate, as my dad spoke limited English at the time.

I had fallen desperately in love with secret codes and cryptography about a year before we left Ukraine. Walking into Bruce’s library during the house tour (this was a couple years before Applied Cryptography was published and he must have been deep in research) felt like walking into Narnia.

I promptly abandoned my dad to fend for himself as far as small talk and canapés were concerned, and proceeded to make a complete ass out of myself by brazenly asking the host for a few sheets of paper and a pencil. Having been obliged, I pulled a half dozen cryptography books from the shelves and went to work trying to copy down some answers to a few long-held questions on the library floor. After about two hours of scribbling alone like a man possessed, I ran out of paper and decided to temporarily rejoin the party.

On the living room table, Bruce had stacks of copies of his fanzine Ramblings. Thinking I could use the blank sides of the pages to take more notes, I grabbed a printout and was about to quietly return to copying the original S-box values for DES when my dad spotted me from across the room and demanded I help him socialize. The party wrapped soon, and our friends drove us home.

The printout I grabbed was not a Ramblings issue. It was a short essay by Bruce titled Sharing Secrets Among Friends, essentially a humorous explanation of Shamir Secret Sharing.

Say you want to make sure that something really really important and secret (a nuclear weapon launch code, a database encryption key, etc) cannot be known or used by a single (friendly) actor, but becomes available, if at least n people from a group of m choose to do it. Think two on-duty officers (from a cadre of say 5) turning keys together to get ready for a nuke launch.

The idea (proposed by Adi Shamir – the S of RSA! – in 1979) is as simple as it is beautiful.

Let’s call the secret we are trying to split among m people K.

First, create a totally random polynomial that looks like: y(x) = C0 * x^(n-1) + C1 * x^(n-2) + C2 * x^(n-3) ….+ K. “Create” here just means generate random coefficients C. Now, for every person in your trusted group of m, evaluate the polynomial for some randomly chosen Xm and hand them their corresponding (Xm,Ym) each.

If we have n of these points together, we can use Lagrange interpolating polynomial to reconstruct the coefficients – and evaluate the original polynomial at x=0, which conveniently gives us y(0) = K, the secret. Beautiful. I still had the printout with me, years later, in Palo Alto.

It should come as no surprise that during my time as CTO PayPal engineering had an absolute obsession with security. No firewall was one too many, no multi-factor authentication scheme too onerous, etc. Anything that was worth anything at all was encrypted at rest.

To decrypt, a service would get the needed data from its database table, transmit it to a special service named cryptoserv (an original SUN hardware running Solaris sitting on its own, especially tightly locked-down network) and a special service running only there would perform the decryption and send back the result.

Decryption request rate was monitored externally and on cryptoserv, and if there were too many requests, the whole thing was to shut down and purge any sensitive data and keys from its memory until manually restarted.

It was this manual restart that gnawed at me. At launch, a bunch of configuration files containing various critical decryption keys were read (decrypted by another key derived from one manually-entered passphrase) and loaded into the memory to perform future cryptographic services.

Four or five of us on the engineering team knew the passphrase and could restart cryptoserv if it crashed or simply had to have an upgrade. What if someone performed a little old-fashioned rubber-hose cryptanalysis and literally beat the passphrase out of one of us? The attacker could theoretically get access to these all-important master keys. Then stealing the encrypted-at-rest database of all our users’ secrets could prove useful – they could decrypt them in the comfort of their underground supervillain lair.

I needed to eliminate this threat.

Shamir Secret Sharing was the obvious choice – beautiful, simple, perfect (you can in fact prove that if done right, it offers perfect secrecy.) I decided on a 3-of-8 scheme and implemented it in pure POSIX C for portability over a few days, and tested it for several weeks on my Linux desktop with other engineers.

Step 1: generate the polynomial coefficients for 8 shard-holders.

Step 2: compute the key shards (x0, y0) through (x7, y7)

Step 3: get each shard-holder to enter a long, secure passphrase to encrypt the shard

Step 4: write out the 8 shard files, encrypted with their respective passphrases.

And to reconstruct:

Step 1: pick any 3 shard files.

Step 2: ask each of the respective owners to enter their passphrases.

Step 3: decrypt the shard files.

Step 4: reconstruct the polynomial, evaluate it for x=0 to get the key.

Step 5: launch cryptoserv with the key.

One design detail here is that each shard file also stored a message authentication code (a keyed hash) of its passphrase to make sure we could identify when someone mistyped their passphrase. These tests ran hundreds and hundreds of times, on both Linux and Solaris, to make sure I did not screw up some big/little-endianness issue, etc. It all worked perfectly.

A month or so later, the night of the key splitting party was upon us. We were finally going to close out the last vulnerability and be secure. Feeling as if I was about to turn my fellow shard-holders into cymeks, I gathered them around my desktop as PayPal’s front page began sporting the “We are down for maintenance and will be back soon” message around midnight.

The night before, I solemnly generated the new master key and securely copied it to cryptoserv. Now, while “Push It” by Salt-n-Pepa blared from someone’s desktop speakers, the automated deployment script copied shard files to their destination.

While each of us took turns carefully entering our elaborate passphrases at a specially selected keyboard, Paul shut down the main database and decrypted the payment credentials table, then ran the script to re-encrypt with the new key. Some minutes later, the database was running smoothly again, with the newly encrypted table, without incident.

All that was left was to restore the master key from its shards and launch the new, even more secure cryptographic service.

The three of us entered our passphrases… to be met with the error message I haven’t seen in weeks: “Sorry, one or more wrong passphrases. Can’t reconstruct the key. Goodbye.” Surely one of us screwed up typing, no big deal, we’ll do it again. No dice. No dice – again and again, even after we tried numerous combinations of the three people necessary to decrypt.

Minutes passed, confusion grew, tension rose rapidly.

There was nothing to do, except to hit rewind – to grab the master key from the file still sitting on cryptoserv, split it again, generate new shards, choose passphrases, and get it done. Not a great feeling to have your first launch go wrong, but not a huge deal either. It will all be OK in a minute or two.

A cursory look at the master key file date told me that no, it wouldn’t be OK at all. The file sitting on cryptoserv wasn’t from last night, it was created just a few minutes ago. During the Salt-n-Pepa-themed push from stage, we overwrote the master key file with the stage version. Whatever key that was, it wasn’t the one I generated the day before: only one copy existed, the one I copied to cryptoserv from my computer the night before. Zero copies existed now. Not only that, the push script appears to have also wiped out the backup of the old key, so the database backups we have encrypted with the old key are likely useless.

Sitrep: we have 8 shard files that we apparently cannot use to restore the master key and zero master key backups. The database is running but its secret data cannot be accessed.

I will leave it to your imagination to conjure up what was going through my head that night as I stared into the black screen willing the shards to work. After half a decade of trying to make something of myself (instead of just going to work for Microsoft or IBM after graduation) I had just destroyed my first successful startup in the most spectacular fashion.

Still, the idea of “what if we all just continuously screwed up our passphrases” swirled around my brain. It was an easy check to perform, thanks to the included MACs. I added a single printf() debug statement into the shard reconstruction code and instead of printing out a summary error of “one or more…” the code now showed if the passphrase entered matched the authentication code stored in the shard file.

I compiled the new code directly on cryptoserv in direct contravention of all reasonable security practices – what did I have to lose? Entering my own passphrase, I promptly got “bad passphrase” error I just added to the code. Well, that’s just great – I knew my passphrase was correct, I had it written down on a post-it note I had planned to rip up hours ago.

Another person, same error. Finally, the last person, JK, entered his passphrase. No error. The key still did not reconstruct correctly, I got the “Goodbye”, but something worked. I turned to the engineer and said, “what did you just type in that worked?”

After a second of embarrassed mumbling, he admitted to choosing “a$$word” as his passphrase. The gall! I asked everyone entrusted with the grave task of relaunching crytposerv to pick really hard to guess passphrases, and this guy…?! Still, this was something -- it worked. But why?!

I sprinted around the half-lit office grabbing the rest of the shard-holders demanding they tell me their passphrases. Everyone else had picked much lengthier passages of text and numbers. I manually tested each and none decrypted correctly. Except for the a$$word. What was it…

A lightning bolt hit me and I sprinted back to my own cubicle in the far corner, unlocked the screen and typed in “man getpass” on the command line, while logging into cryptoserv in another window and doing exactly the same thing there. I saw exactly what I needed to see.

Today, should you try to read up the programmer’s manual (AKA the man page) on getpass, you will find it has been long declared obsolete and replaced with a more intelligent alternative in nearly all flavors of modern Unix.

But back then, if you wanted to collect some information from the keyboard without printing what is being typed in onto the screen and remain POSIX-compliant, getpass did the trick. Other than a few standard file manipulation system calls, getpass was the only operating system service call I used, to ensure clean portability between Linux and Solaris.

Except it wasn’t completely clean.

Plain as day, there it was: the manual pages were identical, except Solaris had a “special feature”: any passphrase entered that was longer than 8 characters long was automatically reduced to that length anyway. (Who needs long passwords, amiright?!)

I screamed like a wounded animal. We generated the key on my Linux desktop and entered our novel-length passphrases right here. Attempting to restore them on a Solaris machine where they were being clipped down to 8 characters long would never work. Except, of course, for a$$word. That one was fine.

The rest was an exercise in high-speed coding and some entirely off-protocol file moving. We reconstructed the master key on my machine (all of our passphrases worked fine), copied the file to the Solaris-running cryptoserv, re-split it there (with very short passphrases), reconstructed it successfully, and PayPal was up and running again like nothing ever happened.

By the time our unsuspecting colleagues rolled back into the office I was starting to doze on the floor of my cubicle and that was that. When someone asked me later that day why we took so long to bring the site back up, I’d simply respond with “eh, shoulda RTFM.”

RTFM indeed.

P.S. A few hours later, John, our General Counsel, stopped by my cubicle to ask me something. The day before I apparently gave him a sealed envelope and asked him to store it in his safe for 24 hours without explaining myself. He wanted to know what to do with it now that 24 hours have passed.

Ha. I forgot all about it, but in a bout of “what if it doesn’t work” paranoia, I printed out the base64-encoded master key when we had generated it the night before, stuffed it into an envelope, and gave it to John for safekeeping. We shredded it together without opening and laughed about what would have never actually been a company-ending event.

P.P.S. If you are thinking of all the ways this whole SSS design is horribly insecure (it had some real flaws for sure) and plan to poke around PayPal to see if it might still be there, don’t. While it served us well for a few years, this was the very first thing eBay required us to turn off after the acquisition. Pretty sure it’s back to a single passphrase now.

Notes:

1: a member of Chicagoland sci-fi fan community let me know that the original news of our move to the US was delivered to them via a posted letter, snail mail, not FidoNet email!

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thechekhov · 5 months

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH.21 (Giant Frog)

Hello! It's been a while, but tumblr seems to have fixed their ctrl+z deletes-the-entire-post bug so I'm down to attempt this once again.

Let's dive right in and see what I remember!

I'd forgotten how much I love the imagery of this manga. Kui-san, teach me the secret of drawing spiral stairs.

Get you a man that looks at you the way Laios looks at tentacles.

For a second there, he looked like got GOT. What the heck was that?

How dare you come between a guy and his sword that is technically a terrarium for a little monster buddy?!

An absolutely accurate depiction of wizards.

Adventurers and their emotional bonds with their weapons....

We're not gonna talk about those tentacles that looks like fleshlights, huh.

This is absolutely the stupidest fight......... in a good way, I'm not complaining. But that begs the question - why are the frogs trying to their their WEAPONS? If they were hungry I think I'd go for Chilly-billy, as he's the most snack-sized in the group. Are they protecting the tentacles from getting slashed?

"Pokedex, tell me the thing I need to know!"

NOOOO YOU'VE FAILED US, PALADIN OF THE INFO-DUMPING OATH!

I'd love to see the minute and a half it took for him to cut, strip, and TIE THOSE FLESH STRIPS WITH TWINE. The rest of them are just going through it, playing tug of war.....

talk shit, get..... eat....?

D...did being in its mouth not affect him in any way?

Y'all really had time for this on what looks to be a 3-4 foot wide staircase with zero guard rails. An ideal camping spot.

boys will be boys. This is the only version of that statement I will accept.

...........Marcille. Don't. Don't be that easy. Prove to me you're not a pushover.

Going to Disneyland in family tshirts be like.........

(oh lord I didn't even notice Senshi's beard poking through......... and Chillchuck just being in a bag of leftovers................)

.............you can't NOT love these idiots. They really have such huge adventuring party energy.

Y'all are gonna show up to fight the dragon in cutscene DLC clothes, this is the best outcome possible.

oh wow she really went there!!!!! yes!!!!! fucking excellent.

oh.........oh I see.

Listen, I'm sure your girlfriend will love you no matter what Marcille--

Also, as you may have noticed, I'm reading a slightly different translation now. I can't say I totally love the spelling changes. Is this the official transcription of their names? Might be interesting to know if Kui-san had input on them..... Farlyn? I think Falin sounds more accurate but........

#chekhov reads dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi quick reacts #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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sunny-day-jack-official · 3 months

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So! The demo is finally out! Or, a bit of it is. What’s next?

Let’s run over a few questions, so hopefully everyone is in the loop!

Q: Why is it only a little bit after so long?

A: Development has been all over the place and a big reason is just how difficult it can be to mediate between artists, programmers, writers, etc.. Mental and physical health, personal emergencies, etc.. are also a big part of this— and it wasn’t anticipated that this would eat up so much time.

The original game was planned to have Sauce (presently speaking!) handling a large majority of tasks all at once. So— when health stalled, production stalled.

Of course, healing took a bit of time to. And even now, that’s why so much of the demo is left unfinished. Overall— it wasn’t possible to complete the demo in the same amount of time the original demo was completed because realistically speaking— that was extremely unhealthy and rushed.

Because of that tight deadline, 48 hours to a week, many significant errors or retconned elements made their way into the game. A huge toll was taken that resulted in extreme burnout after. Quality (as can be seen in the CGs) suffered. An emphasis on quality is currently being prioritized, but I can safely say that I am no longer able to work at my original 2021-2022 pace.

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Q: Why are you (Sauce) working alone?

A: At this point in time— we had spent a while working on the GUI and design/function of the game. It is, after all, set to have some pretty hefty features.

Translation and dub settings

Censorship and Softcore modes

A VERY LARGE story map with several endings

An additional “one-shot” story mode wherein every ending you unlock, you then unlock additional content

That takes a lot more planning than we’d anticipated.

How do we make this efficiently run on most systems?

Are we able to make sure that the size of this game is compatible with older devices?

Are the assets optimized? ( A lot of time has gone into re-drawing and working out sprite systems )

What settings are accessibility necessary for impaired players? How do we implement those options?

How do we design a stylish and efficient system?

That was something we had figured originally would be pretty easy to work out! But multiple people here are wearing multiple hats.

The rest of the team is actively working on those portions. But at the moment— we’ve decided to shelve literal art development and scripting (which was where we were hovering for a while) until we got the programming bits truly sorted out.

That leaves little old me! While they worked on this, I’ve been spending time making sure we could serve you a sample of what’s to come. My job is doling out a taste of the narrative, style, etc.. That way, once they’re finished, we can consider any feedback in the implementation of these portions of the game in the final, official build.

Hopefully that makes sense! TL;DR - Everyone’s busy making the important program my bits and designing the menus. So I’ve stepped away to work on this so you all have something to see in the meantime!

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Q: Why are you REBUILDING THE DEMO?

A: The old demo— you’d think it would be easy to patch up. But it’s literally the very first build, sized up and fixed and stitched over. Unfortunately it was an unoptimized mess, even for what it was.

Hopefully a cleaner, more organized build will allow for better gameplay. But the key factor is just a desire for better quality!

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Q: How often will you be uploading new additions?

A: Until all the bugs are fixed and the whole demo is rebuilt. This should be every week or so until then. Once it’s all done, the demo will see a re-release publicly!

In the meantime, please keep in mind bugs may be aplenty— and I personally apologize for this. Demos released are intended to show proof of work— but they may not be the best, most fun experience for narrative-seeking players. It’s advised immersion-prioritizing players wait until the build is fully finished and christened on our steam page!

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Q: Will there be Mac support?

A: I will absolutely try!

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Hopefully that helps give a bit more insight. Unfortunately it’s difficult to articulate everything that’s going on, but we’ll do our best! We’d like to have someone more verbally gifted helping us to write these posts, but until we decide how to go about that, you’re stuck with me.

We’ll do the best we can to answer any questions as clearly as possible. And again— we thank you all for your patience.

Making SDJ was clearly a messier experience than we had considered. It’s been a rollercoaster— and as Sauce speaking, I can actually attribute most of the delays to my own personal health and absence.

That— I am sorry for.

The rest of the team is working very hard to put something together that’s quality. I can promise with my whole heart that they’re doing their best. We’re all just people passionate about this project, and no matter the weather I don’t think it’s ever not on our minds.

I look forwards to putting out a large Kickstarter update soon, detailing our work and more! And I’m excited to open the airways for more and more communication.

But for now— we’ll see you next bug-fixing update.

- Sauce

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack #sdj #snaccpop studios #snaccpop #game development #vndev #visual novel #indie games #minors dni

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corriganatheart · 1 year

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hiii could u write something about a baecation with jude? it can be a headcanon or a reg imagine whichever you prefer. and idk if you write smut but if you wanna add it in there i won’t complain 🫣

Synopsis: Jude takes you on a vacation for your anniversary.

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

Genre: romantic, short

Warning: Mention of sexual activity 🔞

"Maybe we should have gone to Thailand," Jude says while scrolling through his phone. You rolled your eyes and continued to read the book in your hand.

It had been one hour since you boarded the private plane, and Jude had been bringing up different destinations that he could've chosen only because he wanted to get laid in every country. During your first vacation as a couple, you guys went to Bali, and for your two-year anniversary, he chose Bali because it meant a lot to both of you. Jude has always wanted to visit different countries because it was his mission to have sex with you everywhere so that if you leave him, your mind will only be filled with him. It was his way of saying you can never escape him without sounding psychotic.

“Baby,” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You hate that he still has this effect on you even though you guys have been together for two years. “Let me eat you-“ You close your book and smack his head, causing him to wince. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. Jude tilts his head back and laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Do I need to answer that?” He asked and kissed you on the cheeks. You rolled your eyes and decided to lay your head on his shoulder. You felt him smirk through your hair. “Thank you so much for planning this,” you whispered. Jude lays his chin on your head while stroking your arm. “You know I would do anything for you,” he mumbles. You nod your head, knowing damn well he meant every word he said.

You guys still have a while until you reach your destination, and you are doing some work on your laptop while Jude is asleep next to you. His career had skyrocketed after the World Cup, and his schedule was hectic. He took on as much work as possible before taking this vacation, and it almost didn’t happen because he was getting so many business proposals. You had told Jude several times that you didn’t mind just spending it home and having a nice dinner, but he refused and wanted to take you somewhere special.

Staring at the beautiful man next to you, your heart filled with happiness and joy. When Jude first pursued you after you’d been part of a project he was in, you thought the relationship wouldn’t develop any more than a short fling. Football players were known to have brief relationships, and even though he was a perfect gentleman to you, you couldn’t help but be cautious. Jude proved you in many ways, and eventually, you had to give in and admit that he was the one for you; you couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering his smug face when you told him he won. “Huh, maybe Thailand wouldn’t have been a bad idea,” you mumbled after seeing Gio’s girlfriend post her vacation photos.

“You remember the first time we came here, baby?” Jude asked while your eyes scanned the beautiful resort and crystal blue water. “I remember the first time we made love here; gosh, it was amazing.” Your eyes widen at Jude while he smirks down at you. The translator awkwardly looked away while the employees smiled at Jude as if he had just said something angelic. If only they knew how devious he could be.

“Woah,” you said after arriving in your bedroom. It was huge, the size of an apartment. The bed was decorated with flowers and a gift basket with rich wine. The room has a large pool balcony with a perfect beach view, and it also has a dining area. “Jude, this is amazing,” you exclaimed while taking in the scenery. He has taken you on lavish vacations before, but this one has to be one of the best. “All for you, baby,” he whispered in your ear behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You chuckle after feeling something hard touching your skin from the back; he doesn’t want to waste any time. “Jude, we have to shower and get ready for dinner,” you mumbled, although you were rethinking it. “Dinner isn’t till an hour, babe,” he says, and you feel him tug at your waistband. You close your eyes and feel his mouth touch your neck; it is a gentle kiss to remind you that you can say no. Jude was a gentleman; he always has been. “It won’t take long; I’ll be quick,” he promised. You bite your bottom lips because you know damn well his definition of fast isn’t the same as yours. Jude needs more than an hour to be satisfied; he was a giver, not a taker, and it pleases him more than anything else to see you lose your mind because of him. “I’m so thankful for you,” he whispers before kissing your shoulders. “Thankful that you have always been there for me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you’re patient with me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you never give up on me.” Another kiss. “Thankful that you give me your heart just as you have mine.” Gosh, you were a goner.

He gently places you on the bed; your clothing is scattered all over the floor with his. The wine and gift basket was somewhere on the floor now, and the only thing touching your back was the pedal of roses. He smiled down at you before going in for a kiss. Jude was perfect in every way, and his performance has always surprised you in every aspect. How he turns a slow emotional kiss into a hot kiss filled with his tongue fighting yours makes you feel so many ways. His mouth remains on yours while his right-hand travels down to your center. Jude promised he’d be quick, but you knew this would take at least an hour and a half. He wanted to take his time with you; he wanted to cherish the girl that he had been in love with since he laid eyes on her. The girl that makes him want to be a better person, the one girl that never seems to fail to make him smile. You were perfect for him, and he wouldn’t want you to forget that in any way. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispers while sliding a finger into you. You gasp when he wraps his lips around a nipple sucking and tucking as if his life depends on it. “Jude,” you whimper while fisting the sheets. “I could never let you go,” he said while sucking on your chest. “You’re forever, my girl.” It was pretty clear how in love you both were, and although you guys were still young, no one would understand how this felt. Jude stared down at you, his eyes darker than before as you fall apart in front of him, screaming his name. He closes his eyes and smiles, cherishing the way his name spills out of your mouth; he could listen to it all day.

After catching your breath, you sit and reach for him, but Jude grabs your hand midway. You frown, but he smiles and places your palm on his chest. “You feel that, Y/N?” He asked. You nod; your heartbeat matches his rapid one. “This is what you do to me,” he says. “It’s just you, baby; only you can do this.” The both of you smile at one another, and he lets you lean in and kiss him. He drops your hand and pushes you back down on the bed. “Jude, I want to,” you whined while grabbing his shaft. He shakes his head slightly and pins your hands above your head. “We have all the time in the world for that. Right now, I need to feel you,” he says with pleading eyes. You nod and look at his suitcase sitting near the bed. Jude’s eyes follow yours, and he bites his lower lips before looking back at you with hesitation, "I need to feel you…without a rubber,” he says. You panicked a little at that because you knew the risk. You guys had raw sex before but stopped after a pregnancy scare that almost caused a breakup. “Baby,” he pleads. Jude must have noticed the fear in your eyes because he sat up and pulled you up with him. “Look at me, love,” he said softly while one hand rubbed the side of your face. You look at him, and he smiles; gosh, it is a charming smile. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s me and you, Y/N. There is nothing to worry about. I want you with no barrier, and I know the consequences, but I wouldn’t want to do that with anyone else. I am always ready for anything with you. I love you, and it’s ok if you don’t want to but know that whatever happens, I am here.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at his face. “I love you so much, Jude, and I want you with nothing between us.”

This time, everything was better. There was no fear, and there was no alcohol in either of your systems. He pushed in without hesitation and let out a relieved sigh like he had wanted this for so long, and you were the same. There was nothing between you guys, and this was how it was supposed to be. Jude smiled down at you and kissed you softly. “You’re my everything.”

“Huh, Trent said he’s going to block me until I come back from vacation,” Jude chuckles while he types on his phone. “Why?” You asked while taking another sip of the rich wine. As you expected, Jude took his time with you and refused to get out of bed because he wanted to go for another round, so an hour later, you guys are having late dinner while watching the sunset on the other balcony. “He’s jealous. That’s what he gets for dumping his girlfriend.” You laugh, knowing damn well Trent will get another one in a couple of days. “Gio seems to be having fun in Thailand,” you said after seeing a photo he posted of him and his girlfriend. “Yeah, next time we are going there,” Jude says and sends a wink your way. You chuckle and shake your head before checking your DMS. Your eyes nearly pop out when a familiar name appears in the inbox. “What?” Jude asked after noticing the surprised look on your face. “Look who texted me,” you laughed and showed Jude the message. Jude’s jaw tenses, and he glares at your screen like he can murder the other person through it. “Why the fuck is that asshole texting you?” He asked angrily, but you know he wasn’t accusing you of anything; he was questioning the person's intention. “Chill, he probably wants me in one of his projects,” you shrugged. Jude frowns and chugs his glass of wine down. “Only you’re allowed to work with me,” Jude says. You roll your eyes and stare at the message; it is a simple hi and how are you? But knowing the person, you don’t think he wants any trouble with Jude. You close your phone and kiss a frowning Jude on the cheeks. “Come on; you know Pedri isn’t like that.” Jude’s lip twitched, and you giggled, “and besides, I prefer brown boys.”

The next day was filled with activities, from swimming to sailing on the yacht, but you guys had to go back to the hotel early because people were starting to recognize Jude. “Sorry, babe, but I promise I have a surprise for dinner,” Jude says and kisses your pouting lips. “Sometimes people forget that you’re human,” you whined. They didn’t even let Jude get in the car without pushing him and screaming for an autograph. It took at least thirty minutess for security to escort Jude safely to the car. “That’s the price I gotta pay, I guess,” Jude casually shrugged. You sigh and slump down on the sofa. You love his fans, but sometimes, it does it overwhelming. “Don’t stress about it, babe. I’m fine,” Jude says and lays his head on your lap. You smile and trace your finger along his jawline. “How come you get to win the genetic lottery? It’s not fair.” Jude laughs and grabs your hand before kissing the front of it. “And I thought my best accomplishment was winning you.”

You hold on to Jude’s hands as you guys climb the stairs to the roof. When he said you guys were going out for dinner, you thought a fancy restaurant, but apparently, the hotel staff set up a table on top of the roof. Your eyes glimmers when he opens the door to the roof. Rose petals are scattered everywhere on the floor while roses were lined up to create a path to the table. “Oh, Jude,” you said as you took in the beautiful picture. “This is amazing.” He guides you to the table and pull the seat out for you. The food was already here, but it was still warm, meaning the staff had finished preparing everything. “This is beautiful,” you said, looking at him and the view behind him. The sun was setting, and the beach reflected the sunset. “I had to make everything perfect,” he says. “Because it’s you.” You smile and place your hand on top of his. “Thank you for everything, baby.”

You guys ate, talked about Jude’s soccer future, talked about your job, and the future that you guys want. By the time you guys were done, it was dark, but there were lights lined up around the edge of the roof, and you knew Jude had come up with all these ideas. “Wanna dance?” Jude asked while holding out a hand. You smiled and grabbed it. Jude guides you guys away from the table, and suddenly, your guy's the song comes on. “This means so much to me. Thank you, Jude,” you smiled. He kisses your forehead, and you slowly dance to the song that holds a special place for both of you. “You know when I first asked you out on a date, I thought you hated me because you didn’t even look like you wanted to say yes,” Jude chuckles. You cringed at the memory, remembering how you I thought he was a total player. “But then you said yes after my constant pestering, and I thought I can’t fuck this up,” he says, making you smile. “After the date, I realized I needed you in my life. You were still questioning my intentions, of course, but I didn’t care; I was willing to take whatever you were willing to give me. Gosh, the months that we were just friends were draining because I had to hold myself back from flirting with you, touching you, reaching for you…but then I realized I needed to make a move before you became comfortable with us just being friends. I risked everything by kissing you even though I wasn’t sure how you felt about me. When you kissed me back, I realized one thing, I wanted you for the rest of my life.”

The song ended, and Jude pulled away. “I have another surprise for you,” he says. Another one? Jude wrapped his arm around your shoulder and turned, and in a second, The fireworks went off. “Omg, Jude!” You exclaimed while clapping your hands. Jude chuckles beside you, and you guys watch the magical firework. You were so mesmerized by the fireworks that you didn’t realize Jude’s arm had dropped from your shoulders. The next firework was brighter than the others and stayed up there longer. Your eyes widened, and your breathing tightened when you saw the words written on it. “Jude,” you mumbled and turned to him only to look down and see him on his knees with a ring in his hand. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked.

Epilogue

One week later

“Bruh, I can’t believe you did that,” Gavi slaps Pedri on the back while laughing.

Pedri groans and wants to take back a whole week of his life. Who let him drink with his asshole teammates that forced him to message his crush? It was humiliating because you left him on seen. “I hate all of you,” he said.

“Relax she has a boyfriend that’s why she left you on seen,” Gavi said. His effort of trying to cheer him up wasn’t doing much, especially with the teasing and laughing.

“Fiancé now,” Pedri corrected and shows Gavi the photo you took on a rooftop flaunting a diamond ring with Jude kissing your cheek.

You’re his crush, but he would never hit you up because he knows you’re dating Jude Bellingham, but his friends thought it would be funny. He was also drunk, and out of it, so he hit you up without thinking.

“That’s harsh, dude,” Gavi says while staring at his friend’s slightly heartbroken face. Pedri shrugged and grinned at Gavi, “yeah, coming from the guy that got a marriage proposal letter from Spain’s princess.” Gavi makes a disgusted face and shook his head. “Never happening.”

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #soccer #footballer imagine #england nt imagine #judebellingham #fifa world cup #bellingham

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gunnerfc · 3 months

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Center Stage - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader SMAU; Part 1.5

Aitana gets asked about going to your show in a pre-match conference and makes a small confession that has social media going crazy! A short bridge between parts 1 and 2!

AN: All translations come from google!

Aitana had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when she was told she would join Jona for the pre-match conference before the team’s match against Atlético Madrid. If she was honest, most of her irritation came from not being able to meet you after attending your show.

While Aitana understood that you were very busy and couldn’t hang around long after getting off stage, she was a bit bummed she couldn’t give you the friendship bracelet she had made with her number on it. It was a bit foolish to think it would work, but Aitana’s crush never faltered at her failed chance of making a move.

Sitting beside Jona, hearing the same questions she’s heard numerous times before, Aitana’s irritation grows. The Catalan lets her head coach answer most of the questions, his answers are the same words he spoke to the team during the last training, though this time a bit more formal for the press. Aitana gave her input here and there when questions were directed towards her, but for the most part, she was silent.

Aitana thought she would soon be free of reporters until after the game tomorrow, but when a reporter stated the last question would be for her, she knew she had thought wrong.

“Aitana, ¿cómo estuvo el concierto al que asististe durante el parón de semana? (Aitana, how was the concert you attended during the week break?)”, the reporter asked, catching Aitana off guard. She didn’t expect to be asked about you or your show during this conference.

Aitana could feel her mood instantly shift at the thought of talking about you. Before she could consider her words, the midfielder responded with “¡Fue muy bueno! ¡Disfruté la mayor parte! (It was very good! I enjoyed most of it!)”

She realized how her words sounded the moment they left her mouth but before she could explain further, a different reporter beat her to it.

“¿La mayor parte? Parecía que disfrutaste todo el espectáculo por los videos que te tomaron los fans. (Most of it? It seemed like you enjoyed the whole show from the videos fans took of you.)” the reporter asked, clearly trying to get Aitana to say more. They were journalists for a reason.

Aitana could feel her cheeks flush at the thought of fans having videos of her looking like a love-sick puppy over someone who didn’t even know who she was. Aitana wasn’t the best liar so she knew the only way to clarify what she didn’t enjoy was to tell the truth.

“¡Disfruté el espectáculo! No disfruté no tener la oportunidad de conocer a Y/N después (I enjoyed the show! I didn't enjoy not having the chance to meet Y/N afterwards.).” Aitana started, and now she knew she had to keep going, even if it meant possibly embarrassing herself slightly.

“Los fans de Y/N son conocidos por sus pulseras de la amistad. Le hice uno, esperando poder dárselo después del espectáculo (Y/N’s fans are known for their friendship bracelets. I made her one, hoping I could give it to her after the show.).” Aitana finished, her cheeks still tinted red.

Keira and Ona were never going to let her live this down.

“¿Había algo especial en la pulsera? (Was there something special about the bracelet?)” The first reporter asked, confusion lacing their voice.

Aitana took a breath before responding, “Tenía mi número de teléfono (It had my phone number on it.).” The midfielder’s voice wavered slightly, hoping the reporters would hear that she didn’t want to say anything further.

A staff member came to her rescue unintentionally, telling the reporters that they had no time for more questions. Aitana took a deep breath before muttering “gracias” into the mic in front of her. The Catalan quickly left the conference room and headed straight for the training pitch, hoping that none of her teammates were watching the conference.

Thankfully they had started training a few minutes before Aitana told a room full of journalists that she had attempted to slip her number to you. While it was a tad bit embarrassing, a large part of her was hoping that maybe you would end up seeing clips of her conference and might reach out.

Aitana would do it herself but she was nervous that you may reject her, despite how bold of a move it was to make a bracelet with her number on it to give to you if she had the chance. For now, Aitana was focused on training and tomorrow’s game. Barça was on a winning streak and she was not going to let this incident mess with her or her playing.

[TWITTER POSTS]

barçafan1: DID ANYONE ELSE WATCH AITANA’S PRE GAME CONFERENCE?! SHE TRIED TO GIVE Y/N HER NUMBER

↳ ynfan1: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

↳ barçafan2: YOURE JOKING ????

ynupdates: Barcelona player Aitana talked about Y/N during a recent pre-game conference! She talked about trying to give Y/N a bracelet with her number 👀

↳ ynfan2: Y/N in her athlete era for real?!

ynfan3: I WAS JUST JOKING WHEN I SAID I WAS STARTING A RUMOR BUT I DONT THINK ITS A JOKE ANYMORE

ynfan4: everyone manifest she goes to the game tomorrow!!

ynfan5: EVERYONE WHO IS GOING TO THE GAME BETTER TAKE PICTURES IF THEY SEE Y/N THERE !!!

#woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #aitana bonmatí #aitana bonmati #aitana bonmati x reader #espwnt x reader #aitana bonmatí x reader

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harry-styles-obsessed · 10 months

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Don’t you call him baby

Request: hi! I’ve been obsessed with the song ‘cherry’ lately and was wondering whether you could write something about it? I’m so hyper fixed on it and AH I just need something smutty and angsty if possible? Thank you!!

A/n: I haven’t mentioned it but I went for a job interview… and… I got the job!!! Hooray!!

Minors please do not interact! 18+ only. Thank you.

Warnings: smut, exes, toxicity, mention of arguments, angst… jealous Harry. Protective Harry. Dominant Harry. Degrading/ praise. Cheating kinda? Rough… as well. Very sexual scenes. (Make up sex pretty much) if this isn’t your thing/ it makes you uncomfortable please scroll past. But if you read and are easily effected by some strong/ tense scenes please read at your own discretion. Much love, A. x

Harry styles x fem! Reader

Inspirations from cherry:

don’t you call him baby

did you know I still talk to them?

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“How is she?” His voice cut through the silence, Harry had decided to meet up with one of your closest friends. It took a lot to convince her but she eventually gave in to his constant requests of knowing how you were doing. Noa sat opposite Harry her chin resting on her knuckles as she gazed at him “harry I know you care about her… but y/n wants to move on. It’s time to move on.” She spoke calmly and sensibly. She never got involved between drama or toxic relationships but you had been constantly stressing over the fact that Harry was so bluntly concerned about you. You hated it. In fact you despised him and wished he would go and find a new girl to date… but Harry didn’t want that. He didn’t want a new girl. He wanted you. “I know, Noa.” He muttered to her his hands rubbing against each other slightly before he sighed “is she okay though? In herself? I haven’t seen her in a while…”

Noa stared at the man, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he only wanted the best for you. “She’s okay.” She nodded her head smiling, “she’s happier.” Those words tore him apart, selfishly so, you were happier without him? That alone was difficult to comprehend yet he forced a smile “that’s good.” Noa nodded her head “yeah… she misses you though. I’m sure you both miss each other. But she’s moved on… and you have to as well.” Harry should’ve listened- but those words but she’s moved on made his heart plummet. What did she mean by that? Did you have a new boyfriend? Someone who made you happier than ever? Was Harry truly not enough for you? He felt jealousy creeping up within him yet on his perfectly sculpted face was nothing but calmness. But under that was a storm brewing.. messy and huge. “She’s got a boyfriend?” He soon asked gawking at her and Noa gazed at him, clearly not wanting to discuss anymore and Harry quickly cut her off before she could’ve said anything else:

“You know what. Never mind… I’m sorry it’s none of my business.” he smiled falsely before shaking his head “it was nice meeting up with you again. We’ll have to do it some other time… yeah?” Or in better words- we’ll meet up to talk about y/n more. Harry didn’t like to admit it but he was a tad bit crazy. But in a way that he adored you and loved you… so much so no one else could love you the way he loved you… he was frankly obsessed with you. You were the one who made him happiest. The one to make his whole world light up around him… you dragged him out of the darkest pits of hell and saved him. You both had history with each other and that was clear. He missed you. It angered him that you had moved on so quickly but he had decided then and there that he wasn’t going to let you live that down… he would make you realise all over again just how much you missed him… all of him.

And so that’s exactly how it played out. Harry still had a key to your apartment from when you were together and so he allowed himself in before situating himself on your bed laying against the headboard as he simply awaited for you to stumble upon him. He wasn’t sure how you would react… maybe scream at him? Hit him? Punch him? But he found himself praying that you would kiss him and tell him you loved him still. But love wasn’t that easy now was it? He was a jealous man but he refused to see his jealousy. You didn’t even split from each other because of anything horrible like cheating or whatever- it was just a dumb argument. But seeing it now it was incredibly stupid and if Harry could’ve turned back time then he would’ve. All he wanted for you was for you to be happy.

About twenty minutes passed, you had just finished up a small date with your new boyfriend. You loved him. You truly did. But he wasn’t Harry. You missed Harry terribly, neither of you spoke to each other and every day you found yourself wanting him more and more. You missed the smell of his cologne, the way he would run his fingers through your hair… you just missed him. A soft sigh left your lips your key held in your hand as you slowly pushed the key into the keyhole before unlocking the door and opening it. You shrugged your jacket off, hanging it up and locking the front door before heading straight for your bedroom. You were tired and just wanted to sleep… but you missed Harry. Sleep usually helped ease your mind but no matter what it would always be difficult. You were craving his love, his attention, his touch… all of him. But that was so wrong, wasn’t it? You slowly walked into your room before freezing at the sight your eyes widening, lips slightly parting as you stared at the man on your bed. The man you still adored. You blinked, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “Hi,” he spoke with a smile but you just stared unable to react before eventually you shook your head “Harry you need to leave.” You murmured softly but the way his eyes travelled up and down your body subtly made your heart flip upside down your breath catching in your throat. “You want me to leave?” He asked raising his brows slightly “Harry please…” he slowly stood up from the bed as he walked towards you “you’re just saying that.” He murmured gently his eyes searching yours that had a look of need, urgency and fire in them “I know you. I love you. I want you.” Your lips remained parted and you stared at him in shock… he wanted you? What did he mean by that? “What do-“ “I mean I really… really want you.” The look in his green eyes told you it all, your wide doe like eyes widening even further before you shook your head lightly “I can’t Harry. I’ve got a boyfriend…” you spoke quietly and the man smiled slightly “I’m aware of that, sweetheart…” but before you could’ve even asked how he knew he was already talking again “he doesn’t give you what you need, does he? He doesn’t fuck you long and hard right? He doesn’t grab you by the throat and tell you who you belong to. Does he?” His eyes bored into yours your breathing now more frantic, your stomach fluttering dangerously before his slender ring adorned fingers reached up gently grabbing a hold of your chin before he leaned in looking more deep into your eyes “does he?” You blinked your eyes, breathing faster now before you shook your head an accomplished smirk forming on those pretty lips of his, “do you want that? Do you need that? Hm you pretty thing?” And you found yourself nodding frantically feeling butterflies travel elsewhere throughout your entire body, some fluttering down straight into your already throbbing heat, eyes wide as you clenched your thighs together attempting to be subtle about it whilst also attempting to add enough pressure to take the edge off of it.

“Good thing I’m here then” he spoke smiling before he pulled you in roughly his lips colliding with yours in a hot passionate kiss, the kisses were slightly sloppy, your hands resting against the sides of his neck as he soon wrapped his arms around your waist gripping onto you tightly, his fingers soon sliding underneath your T-shirt which he soon slid up your body before discarding it on the floor, which were then followed by your jeans his hands gliding up and down your body skilfully, creating all those little goosebumps which had your knees weak, his lips remained connected to yours before he trailed the sloppy kisses down to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses against your soft skin before he pulled away gazing into your eyes “get on the bed. Get comfortable.” Those words alone had another flurry of butterflies consume your stomach and you rather quickly got onto the bed, backing up until your back was against the headboard your hungry eyes remaining on his “good girl, I see you can follow orders hm?” See how long that lasts… your eyes remained on him trying to guess what he was going to do next but you watched as he remained standing still, hands lightly crossed over his chest his eyes scanning shamelessly all over you watching how your chest raised and fell so angelically whereas your thighs clenched together so incredibly tightly. He didn’t speak, allowing you to listen to your heavy breathing and indefinitely the sound of your heart racing in your ears. He found it adorable how your cheeks were already flushed…. He hadn’t even started and you were already a mess. “Oh my poor pathetic baby, hm?” A soft chuckle left his lips before he walked closer to the bed until his knees were touching against the end of it “reach down.” He demanded you feigning a slight confused look. “Don’t be stupid, darling. Use that pretty head of yours… you know what I’m asking of you.” You remained still. Eyes on him your breathing increasing all over again before he smirked “fine. Play with yourself.” Those words made your eyes widen, but your hand, like it was being controlled by a puppeteer slowly crept down, your hand moving your panties to the side your fingers immediately getting to work. You were already soaked… embarrassingly so. Your head lightly tilted backwards, lips parting as a low gasp left your lips your fingers gliding teasingly up and down, before one started circling around your clit a whimper leaving your lips.

Harry’s hungry eyes remained on you, watching as you played for him, watching with careful eyes. Listening to your reactions… “mhm just like that sweetheart. Just like that.” He spoke softly his lips parted as he just watched you play for him. “You sensitive baby?” His tone was accusing, your brows furrowed slightly as you were too lost in your own pleasure. Usually your fingers didn’t help you whatsoever but with Harry just watching it made the moment more intense. More insane. Incredibly hot. You didn’t respond, making the man tilt his head to the side “hm? Is that a no? Darling you know that I know you. You cant fool me…” he watched your brows furrow deeper and deeper and he smirked before slowly walking round to the edge of the bed where his large hand soon wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from toying with yourself before he used two of his fingers to drag up and down your slit, your hips jolting and he smirked cockily staring down at you, your eyes glossy from the ceasing of pleasure “you are sensitive” he analysed gently before chuckling gently “how many times?” His tone was dangerous and your lower lip trembled “I-I don’t know…” you whispered softly and he stared deeply into your eyes “so you played with yourself… yesterday? Did you?” Your cheeks became flushed again and he chuckled “darling don’t go shy on me. It’s okay if you did…” his tone was so comforting but you knew him as much as he knew you. “I did… but…” you paused and he raised a brow “but?” He trailed off and you studied his eyes “I played whilst thinking of you.”

Those words stunned the man yet they also turned him on that much more the bulge in his jeans larger, making his jeans more uncomfortable. “Jesus Christ baby…” he whispered before he abruptly and without warning grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed so your hips were dangling off of the edge before he helped pull your panties off his knees soon buckling as he knelt down, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders arms locking around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer “don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Got it?” You nodded your head furiously, feeling his breath fan against your sopping cunt “verbal sweetheart c’mon” he cooed out and you whimpered “yes.. yes!” He smiled large hands gripping onto your thighs before he lowered his mouth down to your aching core “what a good girl hm?” He spoke, before his licked a stripe up your slit a low groan leaving his lips before his lips wrapped around your clit, tongue starting to flick mercilessly against it as he began sucking against it slightly your head tilting backwards in awed making the man you dream about slap your thigh slightly reminding you to keep your eyes on him- your eyes locking with his as he stared deeply into your soul. Whilst doing that, his fingers paid close attention to the hole that clenched around nothing before his slid one of his fingers in beginning to thrust in and out slowly and carefully, your eyes squeezing shut “y/n…” he growled out sending vibrations throughout you and you moaned out, yet your head flew forwards eyes locking with his again, a second finger being eased in, his fingers thrusting in and out steadily and slowly- curling ever so slightly hitting that spot within you making your back arch slightly from the fact that you had been so touch starved recently and you were now getting what you wanted. Exactly what you wanted. His eyes pierced into your own and you panted, he felt the way you clenched around him and instantly quickened his pace soft whines leaving your lips “louder” he demanded, your whimpers turning into loud moans as your hips attempting to buck up into his mouth and fingers yet from the grip he hand on your thighs you stood no chance.

“h-harry I-I’m gonna-“ you felt the coil tighten to the point you knew it was inevitably going to break, but all that came to a agonisingly teasing halt as Harry stopped. Your desperate body writhing, attempting to get more of his touch. “Ah ah… you don’t get to cum. Not just yet.” His eyes bored into yours and he smirked your flushed face contorted with need, before a little chuckle left his lips “tell me why you want to? Why you deserve to, hm?” Your eyes glared into his hungrily that soft smirk on his perfectly sculpted face “i-I’ve been good… i- I just need you…” you whined out in that whiny voice that he loved so much, his head soon tilting wanting to hear more of it “and? Come on baby, sooner you get it over with sooner I can make you feel good…” he was so arrogantly calm about it all, yet under all of that facade he was wanting to fuck you hard. You breathed heavily, panting, eyes squeezing shut as moans of need left your lips before you panted out a very soft: “I love you…”

And that was all he needed to hear before he tapped your thigh three times with his index finger, asking for you to move, and so you did- laying on your back on the bed. You watched as he took his belt off, his clothes being discarded hurriedly but rather lazily all at the same time your mouth practically watering at the sight of him before he clambered on top of you, lips smashing against yours, your lips moulding with his- connecting like the last piece of a puzzle before he aligned his cock with you before he thrusted in, your eyes instantly rolling to the back of your head, your legs locking around his waist- nails digging into his back as you panted heavily “fuck fuck fuck” you whined out, soft grunts leaving his lips his face buried slightly into the crook of your neck his hair a mess making him look that much more hot “feel so good” you spoke breathing heavily as he found a perfect rhythm the only sounds being a mixture of both of your moans and skin slapping against skin. He left kisses against your neck, hickeys being littered all over your warm silky skin. “Don’t call him baby again… don’t… don’t…” he spoke through slight grunts “do you understand me? Don’t want you seeing him again.” His tone was dangerous, possessive and needful, you nodded your head weakly your walls clenching desperately around him your nails scratching into his back “good girl. Good girl.”

“Who makes you feel this good?” “You do Harry…” your voice was pathetically weak from the pleasure rocketing throughout you and soon enough that coil was tightening all over again, his thrusts had become more sloppy and his moans were growing louder. His lips connected with yours, his head slightly pulling back making a string of saliva pull from both of your lips before snapping as he kissed you again “cum…” he groaned out against your lips and just like that the euphoria wrapped around both you and him your moans being muffled by his lips, his loud moans soon too being muffled as he dug his teeth into your shoulder, his thrusts continuing- helping you through your high before he stopped, body slumped against yours, heart to heart- bodies hot and sweaty your lips slightly swollen from how hard and rough he had kissed them but you didn’t care… the pleasure didn’t stop. It was continuous. But you loved it…

His green eyes soon met yours and you smiled lazily up at him his hand soon cupping against your cheek “love you so much” he muttered softly and you smiled pressing a gentle kiss to his lips “love you too…” your eyes searched his before he kissed you again “missed you.” He murmured softly and to say those words were highly reciprocated was an understatement. You both missed each other terribly… and finally… you were back together again. Finally.

Literally my first time writing long smut so please excuse how terrible it is😭 hope you liked it! Anyways if you’d all like a part two or another smutty story then lmk! Or just send in a request! All the love always, Amber x

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