#power through with a 'good attitude' like the rest of us

[bunnyb34r]

So I got new shoes and tried out these new insoles with em and man do my feet fucking hurt

But it made me think ab advice [relative coworker] (and other senior coworkers who have now left) that you can tell right off the bat if we're going to have a good visit or a bad visit from the corporate lady by just looking at her shoes. If she has heels, we will have a bad visit. If she has some form of comfy shoes like sneakers, it's more likely to be a good visit. And it made me think

Goddamn is this bitch a fucking moron and a jackass. Like you KNOW how you feel when you have uncomfortable shoes on. You KNOW that that can be prevented by just wearing sneakers. Fuck you're like a gazillionaire you can afford stylish COMFY SHOES! Why the fuck are you showing up to these visits, which you already know you do not enjoy, with heels?? What kinda fucking idiot are you??

And she still has not personally visited since I started btw it has been prophesied 8 fucking times in a year. Get some better shoes you cranky fucking jackass, maybe then you'll feel like showing up.

[undiscovered-horizon]

[It’s considered good etiquette to ask a man about his wife’s wellbeing. Except if the man in question is Dracule Mihawk.]

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Garp hates having to call Mihawk, mainly because of the warlord's attitude. Used to the usual "yes, sir!" of the Marines, a man with his own will and agenda is not something he entirely knows how to navigate. Especially since both of them know that the World Government needs the warlords more than they need the bureaucracy. And that doesn't exactly help in exercising power.

His attempts at diplomacy have burst into flames each time and today isn't going to be much different:

"How’s the missus?" Garp asks in the nicest tone he can force although he's aware that Mihawk knows how much the vice admiral hates asking for Dracule's assistance.

Mihawk only scoffs. "Are you calling just to spoil my mood or is there another reason for your impertinence?"

"I was just trying to-"

"Don't," he cuts him off in a stern voice. "If you have business with me, speak fast. If you're interested in my wife, I know where you live, Garp. I'd suggest losing your unwelcome nosiness before you lose something else."

Little did Garp know at the time but his little question was possibly the worst strategy he could think of. Dracule Mihawk is not like most men and the mere mention of his wife by acquaintances only enrages him. Work and private life do not ever mix. And he'll be damned if someone tries to breach that, even in the form of a courtesy. Therefore, the rest of the call was filled with openly insulting answers that were bold even for Mihawk. A veiled threat or two also found their way into their rather tense conversation.

You know he's done with Garp when he lets out a frustrated grunt. Sometimes you wonder if this grumpy, forever dissatisfied version of him is the only side of Mihawk his acquaintances know. Maybe he really is two men in the form of one.

He's sitting at his desk, thinking about something and not bothering to get up for now. Considering the fact that his hat is lying on the table and not on his head, Mihawk is probably not planning on going out anytime soon. Then again, judging by his spoiled mood, his homestay is a blessing for the first poor sods that would cross his path.

In slow steps, you stroll to his side, letting your hand brush through his hair. He doesn't say anything, only leans his head further towards you. The thing about Mihawk is that he loved to reject and decline but he never does so to you. No, in your case it's the opposite - he revels in allowing you whatever you want.

So intimidating and combative, yet soft and looking for intimacy. Truly, two men with the face of one.

"My mother used to say that each grey hair is one thing we worry about," you say quietly. "At this rate, love, your whole head will be white by noon."

"Your mother also says that milk goes sour because gnomes piss in it," he retorts. Yes, your mother and her strange folk beliefs... She's probably the only person Mihawk can force himself to be nice to despite his dislike.

His response earns a hearty laugh from you. Clear as day, you can see his posture relax as he listens to the music of your happiness. If he even thinks about the possibility of Garp or any other of his acquaintances hearing it, he might just get furious again.

"Well, nobody's perfect," you say between chuckles.

Then, Mihawk gently grabs your hand and lowers it to his face. With softness and passion that hardly befits a man of his infamy, he kisses the inside of your hand. "You seem to be doing so effortlessly."

[arminsumi]

hi! I hope you're doing well, i always look foward to your work <3

can i request gojo and geto being protective over you

drink lots of water!

Promise — 約束

SatoSugu ⋅ fem reader

NOTE — so sweet !! thank you, i'm so happy you look forward to my works :) i hope u like what i made of this, the idea just kinda happened

WARNINGS — angst with fluff / comfort (it's not actually sad the boys are just distressed because you got hurt), implied injury / near-death experience (reader)

" THEY WHAT ?! ARE THEY OUT OF THEIR MINDS ?! " Satoru yelled like you had never seen him yell before. He was seething, eyes ablaze.

" This has to be a mistake... oh, angel, don't cry, come here. " Suguru talked to you soothingly.

You had come to them and told them the news through chokes and sniffles. It stung their hearts to see you so petrified.

An especially frightening mission had been assigned to you. Usually, these two overprotective boys tagged along with you or just did it themselves to save you the burden and pain of using your straining technique. But that wasn't an option this time, for some reason.

" I have a bone to pick. " Satoru grumbled, storming off violently.

Suguru had been practically cradling you in his arms to try and soothe your nerves.

" Satoru ! Don't do something rash — ah, shit, 'gotta go after that madman or he'll kill someone. Okay, you stay with Shoko, alright ? She's in the main hall by the vending machines. Relax. Satoru and I will sort everything out. Drink some water and rest — and no cigarettes with Shoko. "

So the boys went to complain to the higher ups, and though admittedly they were shaken up by Satoru's violently aggressive attitude, they didn't budge.

" ARE YOU ALL OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MINDS ?! "

" Satoru, calm down. " Suguru said. That's when Satoru finally calmed down.

" We're the strongest, let us take on this mission instead. " Suguru tried to reason.

Satoru's voice subtly shook when he spoke, residual anger lingering in his throat. His heart was beating heavily. " Y/n's weak. " he said. A harsh truth. " Too weak to take on a special-grade like that. "

Suguru tended to butter you up and call you strong, but Satoru was brutally truthful; you were much, much weaker than the both of them. Ever since they had met you, they felt this overwhelming urge to protect you with their lives.

Then they tried to convince the higher ups that you were " too weak " to do it. But they still didn't budge. In fact they glowered at the two students.

" You think I can't do it myself ! I'm a fucking god ! I could snap that thing in half with my fingertips ! " Satoru went into a sudden self-induced power trip, but Suguru stood besides him and silently agreed. Of course he could do it himself, he was Gojo Satoru.

Storming off again, Satoru left to go find you. And Suguru followed after his steps.

" Shoko ? Where did Y/n go ? She was supposed to be with you. "

" . . . uh, she walked right past me earlier and when I asked where she was headed, she said something about Roppongi ? " Shoko had her head in her hands and a lit cigarette between her fingers.

" God fucking damn it, that idiot. " Satoru's heart panged with worry.

" Save some limbs for me to rip off. " Suguru joked.

" Let's go get her. " Suguru said.

" I swear to fuck . . . I'll fucking rip that thing to limb by limb if it even so much as grazes her skin. " Satoru seethed.

" You two are gonna get reprimanded for this, you know. "

Satoru waved his hand dismissively and left with Suguru.

You were in the midst of battle, bleeding and panting. Covering your ears, you were just about to succumb to your paralyzing fear when suddenly your two saviors sliced right into the scene. You caught a glimpse of the most feral, raw look in Satoru's eyes; pure vengeance, it was almost artful how he pulled apart the cursed spirit.

" Angel, it's okay now, We're here. " Suguru comforted you, lifting your limp body and holding it like a baby. " You did good. Don't try to move, you must be in a lot of pain. I've got you, don't worry. Oh — Satoru, that was quick. Are you trying to show off for her ? Just teasing. "

You listened to the lullaby-like voice of Suguru and let your eyes flutter shut. The last image in your vision was that of a panting, blue-eyed boy who looked so startled to see you in poor condition. He looked about ready to cry.

Their voices sounded like distant echoes to you as you drifted into a half-conscious state, leaning more on the unconscious side.

" . . . I could kill those old fucks right now. "

" Satoru, calm down. She's going to be alright. Let's just get her to Shoko. "

" I hate seeing her like this. "

" Me too. But she'll be okay. "

" Angel, still with us ? Satoru, just breathe. She's really going to be okay. Don't cry or you'll make me cry, too. "

" Sh-she's so damn stubborn. Stubborn a—nd st-stupid. Why'd you run off by yourself like that. Y-you stupid weakling . . . "

You could hear Satoru distantly crying, and he didn't stop until after Shoko tended to you. The boys kept close, soothingly stroking your arms and cheeks to keep you conscious.

Nothing can explain the relief they felt when they saw you stirring-to again.

" Hey, sleepyhead. " Suguru's tender smile was the first thing you saw.

Satoru's lips were parted, his face paler than ever. He looked so relieved and yet shocked to the bone, like he'd just gone through the worst day of his life.

" Welcome back to the land of the living. " Shoko greeted, cleaning up the blood on your cheek. " You know, you made the boys cry. Satoru even had a snotty nose like a little kid. "

" Shut up . . . "

Satoru heard how dry your throat was when you spoke, and promptly shoved his half-full water bottle in your face, hastily drying his eyes on his uniform sleeve. Like the in-sync duo they were, they worked together to help you drink; Suguru held the back of your head, and Satoru tilted the water bottle into your mouth. Of course he spilled a bit, two rivulets of water went down either side of your jawline and tickled your neck.

" . . . was just . . . trying to show you two . . . that I'm not weak . . . but I guess I am. I'm Sorry. " you choked, voice barely above a whisper.

Their hearts sunk deep.

" You're not weak . . . " Satoru choked up too, eyes only recently dried of tears and yet fresh ones began tipping over his bottom lid, wetting his angelic lashes. " You're not weak, I'm sorry I say that all the time. I shouldn't have . . . I just . . . would rather convince you you're weak so you'll call on us all the time, 'n n-never r—r-risk los—ing y—ou. " he suddenly sobbed at the end, realizing how deeply he cared for you.

Suguru was on the verge of tears, too, because of the sight of his best friend sobbing like a hurt puppy and also because of what he had just said.

" . . . don't cry, you two. A—ahah, Sh-Shoko don't you cry with them ! Or I'm gonna cr—yh. "

" Very graceful, Satoru. " Suguru joked.

" . . . thanks. " you thanked them.

" Don't say thank you. "

You could barely make out the complicated sentence that Suguru said next, it was something like;

" You'll never be undeserving of our protection. " and " So never say thank you. "

That day, they didn't just promise to keep you safe, they vowed it. Weak or not, strengthened or not, they felt compelled to be at your side.

Through the long passage of time, they never break their vow to keep you safe, even when Satoru and Suguru part paths. You're never an enemy to either of them, you're always their baby.

It's a tough reality to accept that one of your closest friends has become a murderous cult leader, and the other has become a lonely god. But they still visit you. Sometimes you three will hang out altogether in secret — so risky, but worth it, to see the two of them smiling with you even though you had very few things to smile about during your adulthood.

The sweet, comforting feeling of the adolescent memories made with them carries through all the years.

© arminsumi

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[readychilledwine]

For the High Lady

Summary - Rhysand's generosity knew no bounds, not even when it came to sharing his mate with his brothers.

Warning - oral male receiving, fingering, voyeurism, auralism, degradation, dp, ✨️ loosely edited, so blink away any mistakes ✨️

Prompt - Day 7 - Free Day

A/N - Welcome to my first of 2 smut posts for @polyacotarweek was originally meant to be a favorite trope, but as I was editing (loosely), I decided I'd rather use it for free day!

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Rhys hated multiple nights spent in Hewn City. The only plus side to them was the tiny see-through dresses you'd wear while you perched in his lap in the war room. 

Tonight was clearly revenge for you. The sheer white panes of material did nothing to hide a single inch of you and you were pressing soft kisses along his jawline, nibbling softly on his ear. “Need you,” your voice was a soft breath. “Can't wait.”

“You have to,” he patted your upper thigh. “You riled yourself up. You can wait. We promised Azriel and Cassian we would play with them tonight. Remember? You smiled into his neck now, fingers gripping at his waist. “Excited, aren't you, my star? Azriel has been desperate for a taste since Cassian got one last night.”

“He was invited,” Rhysand almost shivered at the kisses you were pressing to his neck. “He made the choice to not come in.” You felt him shiver, gripping your thigh tighter. 

“Knock it off.”

“Never.” 

You saw shadows from the corner of your eye before Azriel appeared next to you and Rhysand. “Take her and teach her some manners.” 

“Of course.” Azriel held his hand to you, giving you one chance to leave willingly. You rolled your eyes, but gave him your hand, following him out of where Keir would be meeting with Rhysand and now Cassian and into the throne room. “Never roll your eyes at me again, y/n.” 

“Yes, sir.”

He curled two fingers to you, wanting you to come closer to him. “What is with all this attitude the past couple days? Where's my good girl?”

You held in the pout as you when in to hug him, chin resting on his chest as he towered over you. “I have been a good girl.”

“That's a lie. What is going on?” His hand began to trail down your spine, resting on your lower back as he walked you to the dais and sat. “My y/n isn’t this much of a brat.”

You kneeled before him and between his legs, hands running up powerful thighs as you did. “Needy.”

“Needy, huh? Is Rhysand not doing enough, baby? Did Cassian not please you last night?” 

In reality they both were capable males. Both brought you pleasure. Even if Rhysand was the only one you shared a romantic connection to, though, you always missed Azriel and Cassian. And one of them had not paid attention to you in quite some time. “They aren't who I am needy for.” 

Azriel leaned into you, grabbing your jaw softly before giving you a quick kiss. “If you missed me you should have said something.”

That kiss turned into a mess quickly and before you knew it, he was sitting on the throne, your mouth wrapped around his cocks as shadows held your hands behind your back. That was how Rhysand and Cassian found you two. You on your knees as Azriel had his head back and eyes squeezed shut as you took as much of him as possible into your mouth. 

Rhysand happily took a seat, watching as Cassian approached you from behind but left him with a view. You didn't even up as Cassian put a hand on your core, fingers running before one pushed in. Azriel groaned as you moaned around him, smiling as his lashed fluttered against his cheeks. Just needed a cock to keep you occupied huh? How is he, my star?

So good. Cassian kept pushing his finger in and out of you, the other hand tangling into your hair to direct your movements on Azriel. 

It felt like seconds, perhaps from the build and anticipation from Azriel, but you were falling apart on Cassian's hand. Squirming and tears falling down your face. “Good girl,” Cassian praised you, fingering you through your high. He pulled you off Azriel, forcing you into his lap with your back against his chest so you faced your mate. 

Rhys nodded for you to continue and leaned back. Cassian went to him, a chair appearing next to Rhysand as Azriel pushed into you. His hands locked on your hips, gripping them tight enough to leave bruising as he directed each of your movements. 

Your mate's cock was perfect. Thick, long, filling you every inch of the way. Cassian's was thick, barely longer than Rhysand's so not too much of a stretch, but Azriel's? The male had been blessed by Gods. Riding him was a constant flow pleasure that there was no escaping. Each drag of him had your eyes rolling as Rhysand and Cassian just watched your tits bounce. Azriel moaned behind you, the most vocal of the 3 with his pleasure, intensifying everything you felt and making your pride sing with how you had reduced him to a mess as well. 

That coil was quickly building, pleasure becoming almost too much as Rhysand stood and walked to you. Your husband was mesmerizing, toxicating in every single way, but even more so as a hand just placed itself on your throat, the other finding your clit and circling that bundle of nerves in time with those hard deep thrusts. “You're going to come already, y/n?”

You couldn't help just whisper a soft please, needing his permission with him in front of you. “Pathetic little thing tonight, aren't you?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, high lord. Please may I cum?”

Rhysand smiled then, kissing your forehead gently. “What pretty manners. Of course, darling.” He pressed your clit harder, electricity shooting through your body as he did, and you fell over the edge, screaming Azriel's name and triggering the male's own release. He held you through it. You mouth now preoccupied by Rhysand before you were pulled off of Az. 

The male was quick to stand shadows now Keeping you hands at bay as Cassian, cock leaking and hard, just begging for you to taste. “I believe you know what to do, wife.” 

The last thing you expected as you began to suck Cassian off, arm of the throne digging into your hips, was Rhysand to enter you from behind. 

You were used to being treated like this by them, used to being used and abused by them, and showered with their love later. Azriel leaned down next to you, “You look beautiful like this, you know that.” You shivered and moaned, nerves now overly sensitive and mind zeroing in on Azriel's deep voice. “I wish we could have you like this every day, wet and waiting.”

“Cauldron boil me,” Rhysand groaned behind you. “Keep talking to her. She's getting so fucking tight.”

Azriel kept his mouth by your pointed ear, “You have the prettiest pussy, you know that? She's always so warm and inviting. And your mouth is perfect. Cassian is in heaven.” The mentioned male almost whimpered as you swallowed around him, one hand holding Rhysand's on your ass as the other held your hair. 

Your eyes began to water as the feeling of fire washed through you. It was all too much, too little, and so good. That edge was approaching faster than you wanted with the bond wide open allowing you to feel Rhys mentally, emotionally, and physically. 

Cassian's cock gave a warning twitch. “He's going to cum, y/n. You're doing such a good job. Being such a good little whore for us.” And that was it. Cassian came at the same time you did, groaning loudly and back arching as thick warm ropes of cum spilled into your mouth. 

You tightened and pulsed around Rhysand, milking him and forcing the High Lord to finish with such force the mountains seemed to shake. 

Moments later the four of you were laying on the floor, breathing heavily and smiling as you all did. 

You'd trade this for nothing. You squeezed Rhysand's hand, treasuring the openness of his heart and your relationship. Love you, Rhysand.

I love you too, y/n Darling.

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pairing: intern! jongho x boss! reader (fem)

genre: office au, smut

summary: to relieve some stress after another long day of being the boss, you decide to visit your favorite dom at your local playroom. what you were not expecting, however, was to come face to face with your office’s intern instead.

w.c: 2.8k

warnings: hard (somehow still soft) dom! jongho, sub! reader, established bdsm relationship, jongho wears a teddy bear mask hehe/reader wears a kitty one, pet names (sweetheart, kitty, kitten, are we sensing a pattern here? TT), name calling, praise/degradation, use of hand cuffs, jongho puts reader over his lap ^^, paddling (ass/pussy), spit play, hair pulling, toy usage, strength kink, manhandling, overstim, brief oral (receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: never worked in an office before but this is my ideal office ✨fantasy✨ but also like jongho would be the cutest ??? intern??? he’d just come in and give you a cup of coffee with his sweet little gummy smile ughhhhh :’) enjoy, loves!

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“I’m really sorry to inform you of this right before the weekend starts, Ms. L/N, but we need to see at least a  20% increase in sales by next month,” your higher-up told you through the speaker phone sitting on your desk, almost distracting you from putting on your coat. 

“20%, sir?” you replied cordially, trying to dispel the attitude you wanted to give him at that moment.

“20%, Ms. L/N. You’ve been doing quite well this quarter, but my boss is breathing down my neck, asking me for more…I do apologize, but it’s what we need from you.”

You walked around the front of your desk, sitting on the edge of it to process the information, unconsciously reaching underneath the sleeve of your form-fitting blouse to rub at the rope burns still embedded in your skin from your last visit to your local bdsm playroom, wishing you were there again, not having to focus on numbers and percentages, but on the pain and pleasure that was enveloping your body. 

“Ms. L/N…?” the man said softly into the speaker when he didn’t get a reply from you.

You came out of your temporary fog, sitting up straight and fixing the hem of your tight skirt, despite no one being there to witness your perfect posture. “I can handle 20%, sir. I’ll get those numbers up for you.” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite branch manager, Ms. L/N. Enjoy your weekend. Make sure you unwind,” he said, exchanging goodbyes with you, before he hung up. 

You were definitely going to do a bit of unwinding, that was for damn sure.

As you collected both your personal and work items, putting them into your sleek briefcase, your branch’s intern knocked on the thick glass door of your office, allowing you to see his perfectly styled, ink black hair through the section of the door that wasn’t completely opaque. 

“Come in, Jongho.” 

Once the permission was granted, Jongho entered your space to give you a small wave and a gentle, charming smile, resting his own briefcase against his thigh. “Just thought I would come and check on you, Ms. L/N. It’s already half past 8, you know, and you deserve your weekends more than anybody in this building.” 

“Oh, please, it’s off-hours, call me Y/N,” you sighed, wishing you could swap the roles of your position in power, wanting to be the one who was told what to do next. “But, thank you…that means a lot. I always try to cram in as much R&R into my weekends as humanly possible.” 

“That’s good to hear, Y/N,” he corrected himself, holding the door open for you, his inviting aura and cologne relaxing your rigid demeanor just a tad. “Shall we go?” 

Once inside the sanctity of the elevator, the both of you watched as the bright red numbers on the digital screen slowly counted down.

When you got down to the twenieth floor, you were suddenly reminded of your daunting task, murmuring, “20%…and next month he’ll want 30…that bastard…”

Jongho acknowledged your passive mumbles about the ridiculous increase in sales you had to somehow pull out of your ass, hoping to ease your mind with his straightforward statement, “Hey, no number talk in the elevator, Y/N. That stays in the office.” His gaze softened. “You know better.” 

You quieted down, hoping Jongho couldn’t tell how wet you suddenly were, offering him a gentle chuckle. “Right, no more numbers.”  

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his gelled, parted hair falling into his eyes a bit. “Tell me, what do you do to unwind, Y/N?” 

Your fingers squeezed around the handle of your briefcase. You couldn’t possibly tell him that you enjoyed getting tied up, punished till you were drunk on pleasure, and fucked by masked men and women until you reached your own personal nirvana, now, could you?

 “I like to do lots of things,” you began, turning your head to look at him, realizing he was already looking at you, his gaze intense, but grounding. “Anything that doesn’t make me feel like a corporate drone anymore.” 

Jongho nodded knowingly. “It’s important to let go from time to time. To relinquish that power you hold.” 

You nodded at his words, unconsciously licking at your lips, having to break eye contact with Jongho first, your attention going to the adorably small teddy bear keychain he had on the handle of his briefcase, smiling at it. “What do you do for fun, Jongho?” 

The corners of his lips curled into a smile that you weren’t looking at, his eyes returning to the rapidly lowering numbers on the wall, gently cracking his knuckles to fill the brief silence. “These days, I like to do a bit of roleplaying.” 

“Like…DND?” you asked, swallowing dryly, the ding of the sliding elevator door about to draw you towards it. 

“Something like that,” Jongho replied, his smile now akin more to a smirk, following you out of the elevator into the lobby. 

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“Good to see you back, Miss Kitty,” A man with deep-set eyes, plump lips, and short, choppy hair greeted you at the playroom’s lobby, the rest of his features obscured due to the bunny mask he was wearing. He leaned forward against the sleek receptionist desk, resting his chin on his palm as he pulled out a cutely decorated day planner, his tight butler get-up creasing to accommodate his new position. “Who would you like to visit today?” 

“The Bear,” you replied instantly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, your own equally tight office ensemble making you feel constricted in the best way. “Is he free right now?”  

The handsome bunny butler opened the planner and used a pen with a small plastic bunny at the tip to write in a time and date, drawing a few hearts around the words.  “He’s always free for you, Miss Kitty,” he replied smoothly, before walking over to the door with a key and unlocking it for you. He placed another key, this one with the image of a cartoon bear on it into your hand, giving you a suggestive, though cordial smile. “Enjoy your stay.” 

Once past the lobby, you were faced by many other rooms and doors, each one presenting you with a cute cartoon caricature of various animals. You immediately walked towards the one that displayed the same bear as the one in your sweaty hand.

Upon unlocking the door, you were met by a familiar setting. Minimalistic bedroom furniture decorated with lace doilies and soft, plush teddy tears filled the inviting space, the only thing keeping it from completely embodying someone’s sweet grandma’s bedroom were the egregious amount of sex toys, paddles, and whips that lined the wall, small plastic teddy bears decorating the handles of some of the items to further complete the cutesy aesthetic.

The only bear that interested you, however, was the one sitting on the edge of the large mattress in a simple black suit that looked a bit too familiar, his large thighs threatening to rip through his perfectly tailored pants, his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms, his pretty raven hair falling past the sleek plastic of his mask that was complete with teddy bear ears.  “It’s such a joy to have you back in my playroom. Now, what are you in the mood for today, kitty cat?” he asked you in a low, calculated tone, licking over the top row of his teeth. 

You felt a shiver go up your spine, taking slow steps until you stood in front of him, licking your lips at the sight of his hands settling on his thighs. “To be paddled and fucked raw, sir.” 

Jongho nodded his head knowingly, reaching up to stroke the side of your hip. “Mmm…my kitten’s had a rough day, I see. I’ll be sure to take good care of you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“The pleasure is all mine.” He stood up, cracking his knuckles out of habit, opening and closing his fists to prepare for what he was about to inflict on you. “If at any time, you want this to stop, you’ll use your voice and tell me to, correct?”

 “Yes, sir.”

“Good, good.” Jongho slowly walked over to the wall, his loafers clacking against the wood floor, picking out a paddle and a few other items amongst the large selection. He twirled the paddle around in his hands, gazing back at you through his mask, piercing you with his dark eyes. He kept his sight on you as he made his way back to the bed, spreading his thighs open when he sat down. “Now, you know the drill, don’t you, kitty?” 

You nodded, quickly positioning yourself across his lap, feeling delightfully petite and usable now that you were relinquishing yourself to your dom. 

“That’s right, sweetheart, feels so nice being on my lap like this, hm? Your pussy’s dripping for me just from the thought of getting paddled red, isn’t it?” Jongho spoke, his voice coming out slow, draping over you like honey, rubbing the side of your upper thigh in gentle circles, watching the way you squeezed them together. 

“Yes, sir,” you answered breathily, squirming around once his hands were on your ass and squeezing it roughly through your thin skirt. 

“Did you bring a change of clothes, pet?” 

“Yes, s–”

Rip. 

Jongho had torn through your designer skirt up the middle with one swift tug, sighing at the sight of your ass squeezing through the torn material, running the edge of the paddle over the exposed skin. “How many, kitten? How many till your ass is raw and red for me?” 

You closed your eyes for a moment, your cunt pulsing steadily, knowing what you needed for your own personal satisfaction. “Twenty…” 

Jongho’s eyes widened slightly behind his mask, running the broad side of the paddle down your ass, using his other hand to tear open sections of your tights. “Twenty it is, pet.” He then wrapped your hair around his hand to create a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back to watch the way you arched your back for him, your ass raising higher up in the air for his own personal satisfaction. “Time to count.” 

Twenty paddles is what you asked for and twenty paddles is what you received, each and every one sending a supreme jolt of pleasure through your body, your fingers squeezing into Jongho’s thick thighs, drool leaving your moaning mouth the second he got to double digits. He rubbed the paddle over your bruising ass in between spanks, rubbing the wetness around your partially clothed cunt from in between your trembling thighs, his cock hard and pressing into your abdomen. “Your pretty pussy deserves to get paddled too, doesn’t it?” he asked you in your ear, squeezing your clit between two fingers, suddenly tearing your panties open, giving him direct access to your dripping cunt, finishing his power move with a direct slap to your slit, making you gasp. 

“Six…teen…Please, sir, give it to me,” you requested, looking up at him with shiny eyes through your cat themed mask. 

Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub. Smack. Jongho turned your cunt into a puffy, leaking mess with ease, giving you one last, incredibly hard smack on the ass with his paddle, before he reached over for the bubblegum pink toy that was sitting on the bed. “Such a good kitty, taking everything I give you. You need something inside you now, yeah? Something to fill up your tight little cunt?” 

A few beads of sweat dripped down your temple past your flushed cheeks. “Twenty…God, yes, please, sir.” 

Jongho smiled to himself, suddenly lifting you up and maneuvering your body like you were a simple doll, positioning you on the bed so that your lower half hung in the air along with your gushing cunt, your ankles near your head. He turned the toy on, letting it vibrate inside his calloused hands, too busy sending a few strings of spit directly onto your heat. “Take it nice and deep for me, kitty,” he directed, holding you steady for him, the toy slipping directly into you. 

You moaned in response, grasping tightly at the sheets, unable to do anything except take the vibrator as deep as it would go, the ribbed edges of it pleasuring your tight inner walls. “Fuck, gonna cum for you, sir…”

“Not until I tell you to,” Jongho reminded you, relentlessly dragging the toy in and out of you, occasionally taking a break in between thrusts to watch the way your cunt contracted around nothing, taking the opportunity to send a wad of spit inside your hole, plugging you back up with the toy each and every time. 

It was when Jongho left the toy fully submerged inside your cunt with the vibration set on max that you were actually going to lose your mind, your fingers digging painfully into your own thighs. “Please, can I cum, sir? I’ve been so good, so good for you,” you babbled, tears pricking at your eyes. 

“Yes, sweetheart, you’ve been an absolute doll for me. Now go on and squirt, kitty. Give me your milk.” Jongho removed the toy completely and replaced it with his hot tongue, fucking your hole and rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles until you screamed, your hot arousal spraying onto his face and wetting his hair, some of it dripping down his mask. 

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you sighed out, completely melting against the bed, blinking hazily up at him. 

“Anytime, doll,” he replied softly, readjusting his mask, a familiar smile gracing his glistening lips. 

Once you recovered, you got up onto your knees, pawing at Jongho’s pulsing cock through his work pants. “You still haven’t fucked me raw, yet, sir…” 

“And I clearly haven’t done my job,” he began in a low voice, straddling your lap, positioning your wrists above your head, a soft click resounding in both of your ears, having handcuffed you to the bed. “If I had, you would have no memory of anything…” He bent down towards you, his lips ghosting along the skin of your neck, the heavy metallic sound of his belt being popped open filling the silent air next. “…except for me, and pleasure I give you. Isn’t that right, kitty?” 

“That’s right, sir,” you purred, spreading your thighs open further for him, encouraging him to grasp and grope at them once he took his aching cock out, letting it sit heavily on your abdomen. 

“But does your pretty red cunt remember the shape of my cock, kitten? After all these times I’ve fucked you completely raw and filled you with my load, it’s surely had to, right?” he asked you softly, as though he hadn’t said such a dirty thing to you, spreading you open with two fingers, pushing the head of his cock into your willing hole inch by inch, eventually filling you up to the brim. 

You pulled your wrists against your constraints, moaning wantonly, unable to do anything about your current situation except take what you were given, your cunt routinely getting stuffed with Jongho’s thick cock until you were babbling incoherently. “Sir…! So good, your cock, it’s so good!”

“I know it is, kitty,” he nodded, strands of his wet hair occasionally brushing over your face, pulling his hips back and expertly slamming them back into you, forcing a fresh wave of slick out of you, which formed a rim around the base of his throbbing length. “You’re so tight around my cock, so ready to take my cum inside you…” 

“Please, please, please…” you whined, tugging and tugging at your restraints, your body pulsing with indescribable pleasure the longer Jongho pumped himself into you like a well-oiled machine, not even realizing when your mask began to fall off your sweaty, flushed face. 

Jongho was in the same state as you, overwhelmed with pleasure, his own mask slipping down the slope of his nose, the tie around his head loosening with each deliberate, though sloppy thrust, your slick, joined bodies melding into one over and over. “Cumming, kitten, cumming inside your pretty cunt,” he groaned out, holding your hips with a cement grip, looking deep into your eyes. 

And just like that, you both fell apart completely, your overflowing arousal mixing harmoniously with the seemingly endless cumshots Jongho pumped into your clenching cunt, your masks having fallen off long ago. You simply gazed at each other in pure awe, sweat dripping along your flush bodies, the soft click sound of handcuffs being unlocked joining the background noise of pants, moans, and the steady stream of mattress springs squeaking underneath the moving bed.

࿏࿏࿏

The elevator took its time lowering you and your intern down to the bottom floor of your shared work space at the end of another tiring performance, regrettably filling a role you wish you could be at the receiving end of instead. The numbers on the small digital screen grew more and more irrevelant the longer you and Jongho shared seemingly polite smiles with one another. 

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his hair falling in his face, his eyes containing a sparkle that you were fully aware of. “Are you going to relax again this weekend, Y/N?” 

“Mm, yes I definitely need it after my last meeting with my boss,” you sighed out, leaning in his direction, your shoulders touching. “They’re asking for a bigger increase in sales this time…30%, they say.” 

“Ahh, ahh,” Jongho tutted softly, shaking his head, the palm of his hand pressing against the small of your back, his dark eyes gleaming. “No numbers, Y/N.” 

“No numbers,” you repeated gently, a delightful shiver going up your spine, the ding of the elevator reminding you of where you were currently, and where you would be going very soon. Your eyes began to gleam as well.  “Except when I count for you. Right, sir?”

Jongho jingled his little teddy bear key chain around in his hand, his lips curling upwards. “Precisely, kitty cat.”

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

(Are your requests just closed to fics or headcannons too? If they’re closed to both ignore this and have a nice day 💕)

I love all of the dom WandaNat x sub fem reader dynamics

SoftWandanat x reader

MeanWandaNat x reader

Soft Wanda x Mean/Strict Natasha x reader

The list could go on

But there is something so specifically alluring about Mean/Strict Mommy Wanda x Lenient (not necessarily soft) Natasha x reader

Like I can’t explain it but that dynamic of them specifically is just so * chef kiss *

Anyway can I please have Strict Wanda/Lenient Natasha x reader headcannons 🤭

Thank you for this request! I love the idea of all different Wandanat x reader HC, but there truly is something about strict/lenient Wandanat that gets me~

Strict Wanda

-Wanda’s strictness primarily stems from her protective nature. She’s been through a lot and wants to ensure you’re safe at all times. She sets clear boundaries and expects you to follow them to avoid any danger.

-If you're involved in any superhero activities, Wanda will insist on rigorous training sessions. She believes in being prepared for anything and wants you to be at your best.

-Wanda ensures you maintain a healthy lifestyle. She monitors your diet, encourages regular exercise, and makes sure you get enough rest. She might even use a bit of her magic to help you recover from minor injuries or fatigue.

-Despite her strictness, Wanda is incredibly affectionate. She rewards your adherence to rules with loving gestures, be it cooking your favorite meal, giving you a massage, or simply cuddling with you on the couch.

-Wanda is particularly strict about the use of magic, both hers and yours if you have any abilities. She teaches you about the dangers and ensures you use your powers responsibly.

Lenient Natasha

-Natasha’s leniency comes from her deep trust in you. She believes in your ability to make good decisions and only steps in when absolutely necessary.

-Natasha gives you the freedom to explore and experience life but is always there to guide you if you need advice. She shares her own experiences to help you navigate tricky situations.

-Natasha loves spending relaxed, quality time with you. Whether it’s watching movies, going for a late-night drive, or just hanging out at a café, she enjoys the laid-back moments.

-Natasha values open communication. She encourages you to share your thoughts and feelings with her and is always ready to listen without judgment.

WandaNat

-With Wanda’s strictness and Natasha’s leniency, you get the best of both worlds. They balance each other out, providing you with both structure and freedom.

-You feel incredibly safe with both Wanda and Natasha. Wanda’s strict measures and Natasha’s vigilant yet relaxed approach ensure you’re well-protected from any harm.

-You have an amazing support system with them. Wanda’s nurturing nature combined with Natasha’s encouraging attitude ensures you feel loved, supported, and motivated.

-They plan a mix of adventurous outings and relaxed downtime. You might go on a thrilling mission one day and have a cozy movie night the next, keeping your life exciting yet balanced.

-Despite their different approaches, both Wanda and Natasha share an unconditional love for you. They cherish you deeply and are committed to your happiness and well-being, each showing their affection in their unique way.

NSFW Headcanons!

Strict Wanda

-Wanda's strictness extends to the bedroom. She loves taking control and ensuring that you follow her lead. She finds pleasure in directing you and seeing you submit to her desires.

-Wanda enjoys teasing and denying you. She takes pleasure in building up your anticipation, making you earn your release. She might use her magic to heighten your senses or keep you on edge longer.

-After intense sessions, Wanda is exceptionally caring. She ensures you feel loved and comforted, providing gentle aftercare to help you relax and recover.

-Wanda enjoys incorporating her Scarlet Witch persona into your intimate moments. The sight of her in her costume, commanding and powerful, adds an extra layer of excitement.

Lenient Natasha

-Natasha loves exploring new things in the bedroom. She encourages you to express your desires and fantasies, creating a safe space for experimentation.

-Natasha’s approach is more relaxed and seductive. She enjoys taking her time, using her skills to build up a slow, sensual experience that leaves you breathless.

-Natasha likes incorporating toys and tools into your intimate moments. She’s knowledgeable and confident, making the experience thrilling and adventurous.

-Natasha enjoys whispering sweet nothings and dirty talk in your ear, her husky voice adding to the allure and intimacy of the moment.

WandaNat

-The dynamic between strict Wanda and lenient Natasha creates an exhilarating experience. Wanda’s dominance and Natasha’s playful nature complement each other perfectly, offering you a variety of sensations and experiences.

-With Wanda’s magic and Natasha’s skilled touch, they enjoy bringing you to sensory overload. Wanda might use her powers to enhance your senses while Natasha teases you with her hands and mouth.

-They are both very attentive to you, taking turns or working together to ensure you feel adored and pleasured. Their combined efforts make you feel like the center of their world.

-Above all, Wanda and Natasha’s intimate moments with you are filled with love and affection. They prioritize your happiness and satisfaction, making every encounter a deeply emotional and fulfilling experience.

[opreaadriann]

High School Revenge

High School Revenge is an interactive fiction game set in the scariest imaginable location: high school. In this game, you will get to play as a teenager that was betrayed by his best friends and classmates 7 years ago, and get to come back to their high school, with a completely different look, preparing your revenge on them, Count of Monte-Cristo style. You will get to live a full academic year alongside your 8 targets, as you befriend, betray, and even romance them to get what you want. Will you forgive them after learning of their reasons or will you go through with your sweet, sweet revenge? The current version of the demo is 51k words.

Demo

The game is still a work-in-progress, so any suggestions are appreciated! If you find any bugs or issues, make sure to mention them.

Other places where you can follow the project or support me:

X/Twitter COG Forum Patreon (+48k words)

Features:

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Romance your 6 childhood bullies, your 2 childhood friends, or hidden allies.

Live the tragic childhood events that lead to the worst day of your life and decide how everything went down.

Almost all targets will have deep secrets that you’ll have to discover throughout the story and use against them.

Pretend to be a charismatic popular kid, a likeable klutz, a rebel that goes against the norm, or the edgy, silent type.

Lie, charm, spy, blackmail, everything is on the table to get your revenge. There is no “good” way to learn the targets’ secrets and there’s no perfect way to get the job done.

Your stats will almost never affect your capability to get revenge. All that will make a real difference will be your relationship with all the characters.

Spend a full academic year getting to know your targets, interacting with them through random events, relationship events, or hobby events, similar to a Persona game.

Romance Options:

Targets

Dylan Evans

The first friend the MC ever made, Dylan was once just a nerdy Asian kid with big square glasses, playing video games with you every single day. However, as time passed, he turned into a social media influencer, garnering over tens of thousands of likes on every post.

With an incredibly fake smile, Dylan manages to turn most people into his followers, as his strategy to suck up to the rest of the students seems to work quite well.

Though he seems to be quite irredeemable, you do remember him being a selfless kid with a big heart. There are so many memories with him helping you out whenever he could, being the only person you could confide in. What could have made him turn against you when you needed him most?

Olivia Hartley

If your MC had to choose the most unlikely person to ever do them wrong, then Olivia would be their first choice. Strong willed and incredibly sarcastic, this raven-haired tall girl has remained exactly the same 7 years later.

And yet, she did betray you on the day of the Tragedy, giving secret information to your bullies and allowing you to fall victim to their prank… What could have been her reason?

Olivia is an incredibly intuitive person, with a quick mind and a powerful personality to boot. Someone like her will likely be a huge challenge in the upcoming revenge, but not even her can stop this mastermind.

Michael Knox

This tall, dark, and handsome captain of the Baseball team can be, depending on your choices, the person that tricked you into falling in love with him, only to publicly humiliate you in front of the whole school.

He is an incredibly talented athlete with a very arrogant attitude, assuming that the world belongs to him. With a very rich dad to support him, nothing has ever gone wrong in his life, if we were to ignore his mother’s death during his birth.

Can he be considered one of the main antagonists of this story or is he just a secret follower that only followed orders during the Tragedy?

Cecily Knight

Ah yes, Cecily Knight. Everyone, everywhere knows who Cecily Knight is. This petite blue-eyed blonde is the captain of the swimming team, and regularly publicly humiliates anyone that attempts to get to know her romantically.

With such a strong reputation, Cecily manages to order around anyone in the school with ease, as they all lower their heads when she passes them on the hallways.

However, observing her more closely can reveal that she is much more docile with her friends and loved ones. Is she actually an ice queen or is it all a facade to protect herself?

Connor Cobb

With his long blond hair and piercing smile, Connor tends to attract every girl that passes his way. However, he manages to make them all leave once he opens his mouth, as his desperation can be seen from miles away.

As the star guitarist of The Fighting Rooster, Connor is an incredibly talented individual that planned the whole part of the Tragedy where they befriended you first before destroying your life.

Though he seems like a total idiot, looking into his life seems to reveal that there is more to him than just this fake persona he shows everyone. With 3 younger siblings, Connor seems to have a lot on his shoulders as many in his family look up to him.

Isaac Freeman

With his curly red locks and emerald eyes, Isaac manages to trick many people into thinking he is someone they would like to get to know. As the mastermind behind the Tragedy, he is the worst out of all the people on this list.

It is quite common for him, even 7 years later, to bully students so badly that they decide to move schools. By observing his behavior, it seems that all he cares about is being thoroughly entertained.

Either make him laugh, do something outrageous, or get out of his way, as he will do his best to make every day more interesting than the last.

Vivian Porter

Vivian turned from Isaac’s best friend in her childhood to Dylan’s current confidant. With a seemingly perfect appearance and an endless wardrobe, Vivian manages to impress anyone that sees her pass by.

She is incredibly empathic, being able to tell what anyone is feeling at a glance, allowing her to use this skill to make anyone fall for her ambitious tricks.

Is she just someone that just made a mistake during childhood or are her intentions impure at this age as well?

Haley Freeman

As Isaac’s twin sister, nobody would expect her to be the biggest goody two shoes the world has ever seen. Seemingly stuttering her way through most conversations, people usually tend to forget she even exists.

This curvy redhead has a deep passion for painting, as she spends most of her time in the school gardens, capturing the view.

Is there more to Isaac’s sister than meets the eye or is she just another victim of Isaac’s abuse?

Allies

Angela Slone

A swimmer with long, brown hair, Angela is part of the team alongside Cecily. After being bullied into submission by the harpy, she reluctantly decides to help the MC carry out their revenge against their many targets.

With a bubbly personality and a merciful soul, Angela is possibly the worst ally for this revenge you could find. However, this doesn’t mean she can’t be tricked into giving you what you want.

Marcus Parmer

Marcus has led a horrible life during high school. Being diagnosed with a medical condition forcing him to go bald, he has been constantly bullied by Isaac ever since he joined the Baseball team.

He is much more serious than any of the allies you can find in the school, but he isn’t the most capable person for the job. He is, however, excited to help you get rid of the scum pretending to be students in his school.

[autumnywinter]

Filthy Desires - Harper x Reader

TW: Obsessive behavior, doctor/patient relationship, past dubious consent, abusive power dynamics, mentions of hypnosis, male Harper

NSFW! MDNI

Reader is gender neutral + AFAB

You don't know how long you had been here, and you were sure Harper and the rest of the nurses purposefully kept that information from you. Longer than a month, surely. Long enough for the other patients to call you "Harper's bitch", that was for sure.

As offended as you were by the crude nickname they had given you, it was still undeniably true. Harper controlled almost every aspect of your life. Sure, he essentially controlled all the patients' lives as long as they were in his ward, but you were a different case. You got a certain kind of privilege (that's what Harper called it, at least) not afforded to any patient. Your room was always the closest to his office, meaning he could just "stop in and check in on" you any time of any day.

Sometimes, it was a simple chat. He'd ask you how you were, give you a quick peck on the lips, and leave.

Other times, it was more serious sessions. Sessions that went on for far too long and made you extremely exhausted for days afterwards. He hypnotized you into being complacent, dumb, and forgetful, but you knew fully well what he had been doing to you. There were moments he didn't even bother going through hypnosis first. Those times he was obviously more pent up and frustrated, which used to be rare, but now it seemed like he got like that at least once a week.

Occasionally you enjoyed his attention and praise, but the toll it took on you to please him had gotten so mentally taxing that there were days you considered trying to break out or notify the outside world. Unfortunately for you, Harper never let patients use outside technology like cellphones.

As humiliating and invasive as the daily routine was for you, he also showered you with attention you never got outside of the hospital.

"Time for your session," a nurse calmly notified you.

You nodded and walked your normal route to Harper's office. You've memorized the way after having to go there so many times each and every day. Harper sat behind his large oak desk, reading a file on another patient.

"Y/N," Harper greeted. His piercing pink eyes peeked out over the rim of his glasses. He had his straight blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from falling into his face while he's working. He raised his hand in the air and made a gesture for the nurse to leave. Once the nurse shut the door behind him, Harper spoke again. "Come sit."

Obedient as ever, you quickly sat yourself on Harper's lap. It had became your usual spot at this point.

Harper peppered gentle, loving kisses along your cheek, jaw, neck, and lips. It was hard to understand anything about the doctor, but one thing he made obvious was he loved kissing you.

When he pulled back, he ran his hand through your hair affectionately. His hand traveled down your torso, rubbing and touching at whatever pleased him. He pressed sloppy wet kisses over your neck and ground his knee against your clothed cunt. You keened and leaned into him, grinding down on his leg in hopes of stimulation. He chuckled darkly, always amused with how needy and desperate you got so quickly.

"Do you know what today is?" he asked in between pecks along your collarbone.

You shook your head.

Harper trailed his finger lightly along your side. "It's your birthday."

For just a split second, you felt happy. But then you put together how long that meant you had been here. Your face fell. Harper hummed, noticing your shift in attitude. His warm, broad hands skimmed over your stomach.

"We've been doing such good work recently, haven't we?" he said, ignoring your sudden dejectedness. Harper was good at shifting topics subtly. You hummed quietly in affirmation. "Then tonight," Harper tilted your jaw so you'd make eye contact with him. "I can give you a special treat for your birthday." He kissed your nose.

"Okay, Doctor Harper," you whispered, leaning into his hold. His strong hands pressed into your sides, encouraging you to keep grinding against his leg. You weren't getting any real stimulation that way, but he loved hearing your whimpers and moans regardless.

You gripped onto the doctor's broad shoulders and arched your back, rolling your hips. Harper watched you with an intent expression on his face.

"What do you want for your special treat, darling?"

"Uh..." Your breathing was getting heavy and he could tell how frustrated you were getting not being able to come from humping his leg. Harper let a hand trail along your torso, stopping to rub your labia through the standard hospital attire you were expected to wear. Your hips shuddered at the indirect touch and a squeaky moan escaped your lips.

"Be descriptive. I can't give it to you if I don't know what you want." Harper rubbed your core faster, encouraged by the high pitched noises and half-formed words coming out of you.

"I-I don't know," you shakily admitted. You just wanted to cum, it didn't matter how at this point.

Harper raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Then would you like to figure it out on my desk?" He didn't even wait for an answer, next thing you knew, he had hoisted you up with a shocking amount of strength. He sat you on the cold wood and made a place for himself by parting your legs open. "So cute, you're soaking already," Harper muttered to himself. He rubbed the dampened fabric between your legs, cooing when you jerked and let out a satisfied gasp.

"Doctor," you whined.

Just as Harper planned on removing your underwear, there was a knock on the door. His usual composed expression was gone, only for a second. He stood up straight to smooth down his hair and fix his tie. "Under the desk."

His tone was soft but stern. You crawled under, sitting on the floor comfortably in between Harper's legs. Harper seated himself in his comfortable, office chair and pulled it in so you would have just enough room.

"Come in," he answered, already back to his professional voice. You sat in the dark beneath the desk and listened to the nurse come in, talking about something related to the medication being stocked low again.

They began exchanging words back and forth, but your mind wasn't on that. It was rather on the obvious sight of his cock straining in his pants right in front of your face. You looked up for any acknowledgement from Harper, but his attention was focused on the nurse.

Without any sense of urgency, your hands slowly trailed up his legs. Harper didn't bat an eye. You played with the buckle, undoing and sliding the belt off. Your fingertips skimmed along his trousers, feeling the shape of his cock with a gentle press and rub. A small sigh left his lips.

Unzipping the zipper, you reached your hand into his trousers and pulled his underwear down just enough to give yourself some freedom to work with. His erection stood tall against his abdomen. Harper glanced down at you momentarily, meeting your eyes right as you were bringing your lips onto the tip of his cock.

His fingers tensed against his pen in his hand but he said nothing.

"Doctor Harper?" The nurse was worried about his sudden shift in focus, which prompted his gaze away from you. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine," Harper answered a bit too quickly. His face was lightly flushed pink and he was trying his best to not give himself away. You enjoyed how swiftly he could lose his composure.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took in the head of his cock, rolling your tongue around to tease the head.

"Are you sure?" the nurse pushed further. You wrapped your lips around Harper and swallowed his cock deeper, inch by inch. A jagged inhale sounded through the office. "Should I go get you a coffee or some water? You don't look very well."

Harper coughed. "That's unnecessary. I- ah -just get back to work. Please. I-I'm busy. Very busy."

As much as you could get annoyed with him, he was cute stuttering like a mess above you. It wasn't a common sight, so naturally you'd want to take advantage of it. You took a slow, teasing drag up his length, stopping just as the tip left your lips. Harper was used to you being needier and greedy by now. Something as simple as a painfully slow blow job threw him for a loop. His hips jerked for the feeling of your hot mouth to be back on him, which you complied.

Once he was sure the door shut behind the nurse, Harper put down his pen, rolled his chair in further, and bucked into your mouth without warning. You sputtered from the intrusion of your throat being filled.

He wrapped his lithe fingers into your hair, holding you in place. Your throat swallowed around the thick length, and Harper shivered from the pleasant feeling. He was frantic to chase his release.

With a shuddering breath, he bucked into you a final time and came, keeping your head pushed down as he did. He looked down at you with a proud gaze. "Make sure to swallow, dear. It's good for you." He freed you from under his desk, still panting. He caressed your cheek once you resurfaced and kissed over your sensitive lips. "Good job."

"It was supposed to be my birthday, and here I was pleasing you," you grumbled.

Harper didn't seem to mind your pouting at all. He glanced at the clock in the top right of the room. "Don't worry, darling, you still didn't tell me what you want for your birthday." Harper's fingers brushed through your hair, straightening any stray hairs and loose strands. "I'm afraid we don't have any more time now, but I could pay you a visit tonight. Would that make you happy?"

Happy wasn't exactly the emotion you'd associate with Harper visiting your room late at night. Yet you nodded. "Can I have some birthday cake, too?" You couldn't recall the last time you had sweets like that. The hospital's version of sweets were fruit cups and yogurt. Harper must've noticed how excited you were at the simple mention of a cake since he smiled, a toothy and genuine smile. You found it a bit hard to believe that Doctor Harper of all people could do such a thing.

"I'll see what I can do."

[zorosh0e]

yes sir - roronoa zoro

zoro x fem reader

summary: when you and zoro make each other jealous and everything ends in pleasure

warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering

You had never seen an island as intense and party-loving as that one. Only a few hours had passed since you and the Straw Hat gang had arrived and had already defeated the usurper king of that small but lively village.

It was practically night, the sun had already set. The sound of the loud music in the large hall buzzed in your ears. Wow, how you missed a good party. With a glass of beer in hand, you made your way through the people dancing, heading towards the bar, but as soon as you saw Luffy, Sanji, Usopp and Nami sitting at a table, you changed direction and walked towards them.

When you got closer, you noticed that Zoro was also with them. His green hair was unrecognizable. You and Zoro were in a complicated moment driven by Malia, this island girl who seemed to have a very defined mission to disturb what kind of thing you and Zoro had.

And of course you found this girl next to Zoro. Very close. Zoro remained static, drinking the liquid from his glass. While Malia talked nonstop. The rest of the group was talking and drinking when they noticed your presence.

‘Hey, sis! Sit with us!’ Nami called and you sat down next to Sanji, which made Zoro immediately look at you and fix his eyes on you. You stared back at him, keeping your gazes fixed on each other.

The atmosphere at the table was evidently heavy. The whole group understood the relationship between you two, despite neither of you saying anything. It was remarkable how much tension there was in both of you and how you always protected each other in every battle. Furthermore, the two's secret escapes in the middle of the night in the ship had already caught the group's attention.

A conversation began, but you didn't care to pay attention. You could only look at how Malia leaned over Zoro, who didn't show any attitude of pushing her away. Then you moved your chair closer to Sanji, lightly placing your leg on top of his. Noticing that Zoro had shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable, you smiled, drinking the liquid from your glass and refilling it with the bottle of whiskey that was on the table.

Zoro watched you drinking without worry, with one of your legs on Sanji's lap, who didn't have much to do other than hold your leg with his hands. Zoro's blood boiled in his veins. He was gripping his glass so tightly that he didn't know how it hadn't broken yet.

He knew that you wanted to tease him and you were succeeding, which made him very angry because he felt weak knowing that someone had as much power over him as you did. Zoro then stretched his arm awkwardly over the girl's shoulder, attracting the attention of everyone at the table, who had already noticed some kind of dispute between you and Zoro.

You immediately downed 3 glasses of whiskey in a row. You had practically finished the bottle.

‘Wow, isn’t it better to take it easy?’

Sanji asked, worried.

'I'm thirsty. I'll get another bottle from the bar.'

You stood up suddenly, feeling dizziness hitting you hard, almost falling back into the chair. Zoro quickly removed his arm from Malia's neck, instinctively preparing to hold you, but Sanji helped you stay upright.

'All good?'

‘I’ve never felt better.’

You walked unsteadily to the bar. Your vision was completely blurred and you couldn't steady yourself on your feet. Arriving at the bar, you turned back to the table you had just left, watching Zoro watching you from afar, without looking away.

You wanted to cry. But you couldn't respond like that, with vulnerability. You needed to answer him differently.

You swept the place and noticed a mini stage in the middle of the room, with a dance pole that went up to the ceiling. You had found the answer you needed to give. Leaving the glass on the counter, you walked purposefully to the stage, dodging the crowd and doing your best not to fall.

When you finally arrived, you asked a man who was nearby for help to climb up. He helped you get into the stage, which was only about 3 steps from the ground.

The music started to move your body, making you move to the beat and quickly attracting the crowd's attention. First those around the stage, then the entire room was looking at you dancing.

You moved your body casually, without trying too hard. Your natural movements were unassumingly sexy, which drew male screams of encouragement. You used the dance pole to spin and to support yourself when you went down to the floor. You were very drunk and the drink wanted to knock you down at all costs, but the adrenaline you felt kept you steady. You hadn't had fun like this in a while.

Your amusement increased when you spotted Zoro, already standing in front of the table where he was, observing the scene. You could swear he was boiling, his expression didn't deny it and his closed fists much less so. At a glance, you saw the group behind Zoro with shocked, worried, and excited expressions. Luffy and Sanji were smilling, Usopp looked shocked and Nami looked worried.

Zoro was furious. You broke your gaze and continued dancing, hearing whistles and screams. The song was almost over when you felt an arm take you off the stage and place you on his shoulders. You immediately recognized those arms. Zoro made his way through the crowd to the stage where you were dancing, picking you up by the legs and placing you on his shoulders in a non-delicate way.

Negative screams filled the room, as Zoro made his way through the crowd with you struggling on his shoulders.

Zoro just put you down after managing to find a private bathroom and lock the door.

‘What do you think you’re doing, you're crazy?’

'I'm the one who should ask you this. What the fuck was that?’

'What? I was dancing. Let me go back.’

You tried to open the door, but Zoro was faster, taking the key from the lock and putting it in his pocket.

‘Zoro, give me the key. Let me out of here.’

‘You’re not going anywhere.’

‘What do you want, huh? Go be with that girl, she might have plans for you tonight.’

'Shut up.'

'I will not shut my mouth. And you know what? I'm going back to the party and I'm going to dance and drink until dawn. And I don’t even want to know about your existence, because you’re an asshole and I…’

You were interrupted with Zoro's lips pressed fiercely to yours. Zoro's strength was such that you hit your back against the wall. Your immediate reaction was to push him away, but as soon as you felt Zoro's tongue in your mouth you could no longer deny it.

You quickly broke the kiss so you could breathe and Zoro went towards your neck, leaving marks there.

'Stop that. What are you trying to prove?’

‘That you’re mine.’

You let out a low laugh, the two exchanging looks and breathing heavily with their faces pressed together.

'I'm not yours.'

'We will see about that.'

Zoro surprised your, placing you with your back to him and facing the large bathroom sink, both facing the mirror. You moaned as you felt Zoro press his waist against your ass, realizing how excited and hard he was.

'What are you doing?'

You asked, feeling Zoro's hand hold your waist tightly and the other go towards your shorts, managing to unbutton the clasp with just one touch.

'Zoro!' You looked at Zoro's reflection in the mirror, who was looking into your eyes without even blinking, seeming to be enjoying that moment.

Zoro slid his hand inside your panties, noticing the excessive moisture in that area, smiling feeling victorious. Without asking permission, he slid his index finger into your vagina, feeling you squirm in his arms and moan loudly. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell back on Zoro’s shoulder as him made small moments with his finger in your vagina.

‘Look in the mirror. How beautiful you look cumming for me.’

Zoro said, whispering in your ear, seeing you open your eyes and look at the mirror, making Zoro smile and put another finger in your vagina, making you moan even louder. When he realized that you were almost at your climax, Zoro slid his fingers out of you, smiling when he saw your confused expression as if you were about to cry.

‘Zoro, what are you…’

You were unable to finish as Zoro turned you back in front of him, pulling your legs around his waist, lifting you off the floor and placing you sitting on the bathroom sink, staying between your legs.

‘You’re not going to cum for me yet. Only when I want you to.’

Zoro whispered in your ear and kissed you again. The kiss remained intense, as if you were taking out their anger on each other's lips.

During the kiss, Zoro's hand went down to your shorts again, making sure the path was clear for him. Zoro didn't stop kissing you, who thought much more slowly than him, perhaps because of the drink.

Without you expecting, Zoro penetrated you, making you moan into Zoro's mouth, who smiled in the middle of the kiss. Zoro’s dick penetrated you with all his strength, holding you tightly to the sink so you wouldn't fall. You were moaning loudly and no doubt anyone outside the bathroom could hear it.

‘Zoro…’

Zoro loved hearing you scream his name as he satisfied you. He loved knowing he had you in his hand, in his domain. Despite being completely sure that you had him under your control too.

Zoro didn't stop, you and him were almost out of breath. You had one of your hands in Zoro's hair, and the other on the sink trying to hold on. Your mind was slow, but your heart was beating fast. As soon as you felt tears forming in your eyes, you felt Zoro wiping them away, something he loved to do when you were having sex.

You both reached orgasm together, Zoro came inside of you, without breaking eye contact. Breathless and intertwined as if you were one.

‘Never say you’re not mine. I hope I have proven that to you.’

'Yes sir.’

Zoro smiled and kissed you once more before finally pulling his dick away, smiling. Zoro cleaned up the mess you made, you still sat on the sink, trying to normalize your breathing. You were still feeling the effects of the drink and the best orgasm you had ever had in your life.

'Come on, let’s go back to the Going Merry,'

Zoro extended his hand to you.

‘I don’t know if I can walk.’

You said, worried, making Zoro let out a laugh. He helped you get off the sink and stood you up, making sure if you were okay to walk. You confirmed that you were, so the two of you left the bathroom together, hand in hand. Zoro guiding and you were thankful that he was holding you, as always.

[itstheoneshot]

Misdemeanour

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Summary: All you had to do was sit still and listen, but that was asking too much of you, wasn’t it?

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Power Imbalance, Age Gap, Dubcon, Breeding Kink, Brat Taming, Degradation, Unprotected Sex.

“Are you going to answer?”

You snap out of your daze, focusing in on the source of the voice. You heard your name and were unsure if you were daydreaming, but now with your lecturer standing in front of your desk, you accept the truth.

“Answer what?” You ask in monotone, not even attempting to feign interest.

You couldn’t care less about this class, one of the mandatory units you need for your degree, only here to pass and nothing else, you don’t care about high marks.

“I asked you,” He sighs, clearly frustrated, “To speak on what the author meant on page 14… were you even listening to me?”

You lift your head up to make eye contact with your teacher. Professor Byun Baekhyun. Barely in his 30s, and way too smart to be wasting his time with a student like you. He’s handsome, witty, and you know that if you cared about the topic, you would probably try for his sake at least, but truth be told, all you can think about right now is the day ending so that you can go home to bed.

“No,” You smirk at him, “And no, I wasn’t.”

You watch the vein in his neck bulge as he draws in a sharp breath, and you stifle a laugh, though you can’t wipe the smile from your face. You were never a well-behaved student, not in any of your schooling years, and still now in university you just thrived off frustrating your teachers. You could never really pinpoint why, but you were sure that your psychology lecturer, the one right in front of you now, could do so.

“Stay back after class,” Baekhyun murmurs, an order, not a question, “We need to speak about your attitude.”

You roll your eyes at him in an attempt to dissuade yourself from stamping your feet in protest. You know that you’re not the only one in class who doesn’t pay attention, but you have no idea why he singles you out.

“Are you kidding?” You ask him, “Sir, I have shit to do tonight.”

Baekhyun narrows his gaze, jaw clenched as he holds himself together, “Mind your language,” He warns you, “I won’t keep you too late if you can act like an adult.”

You don’t get a chance to clap back before he turns to walk to the front of the class, resuming the lecture and seemingly forgetting that he had asked you to join in the discussion. Though you should, you still don’t focus for the rest of the class, leaning back in your seat and staring at the clock on the wall, waiting for the session to end so that you can get this stupid talk over and done with.

“My office,” Baekhyun murmurs as you stand up from your desk, “Follow me.”

You roll your eyes once more, and drag your feet for good measure while you make your way over to him, but you do as you are told and follow him down the hallway and up a flight of stairs to his private office. As expected, the walls are lined with shelves full of books, and you scoff thinking about how boring they all must be. Baekhyun closes the door behind you before making his way to his desk, sitting behind it and gesturing to one of the chairs in front for you to take.

“Do I need to be here?” You ask, glancing down at your watch, “This is a waste of time for us both.”

Baekhyun stares blankly at you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Even earlier when he was calling you out for your inability to pay attention, there was still a niceness to him, but not now you are alone.

“You definitely need to be here,” He replies, “And the fact that you don’t think so proves it for me.”

You raise a brow in confusion, not quite sure what he means by that at all.

“Cut the attitude,” He continues, “You won’t get anywhere in life if you continue to act this way.”

Exhaling deeply through your nostrils, you close your eyes to try and centre yourself, but not before Baekhyun continues to berate you.

“You think you’re funny, disrupting the class the way that you did today,” He states, which is not a lie, “But that’s just because you’re insecure, isn’t it?”

You suddenly feel bare, exposed, how the fuck can he read that from your behaviour? You know he has a doctorate but really? It’s that obvious?

“I am not,” You try to cover yourself, “I just don’t give a fuck about your stupid class.”

Now it is Baekhyun’s turn to compose, breathing deep into his chest, “I said,” He begins, “Cut the attitude.”

You break the intense eye contact to glance down at your watch again, how has it only been five minutes? “Can I leave now?” You ask, more persistent this time, “I am getting nothing from this.”

Baekhyun stands up, towering over you even though he is not the tallest man you know. You would never admit that it frightens you a bit, but if he is as good at reading people as he makes it seem, he would be aware.

“You need to learn to do as you’re told,” He states, “And you aren’t leaving this office until you can do that.”

You know that from his position, he has a good view of your body, and if you can be sure you’re not insane, you just caught him staring. Your shirt is a little low cut to be worn to Uni classes, but you had planned to go out for drinks after, so wanted to save the need to change.

“What are you insinuating?” You ask, “Baekhyun… seonsaengnim.”

Baekhyun’s lips curl up in a playful smirk, and you feel your stomach drop. You hate that he has gotten under your skin with such seemingly simple words, and such small actions.

“I’m insinuating,” He replies, “That if you don’t do as I tell you, that you may have to repeat the whole year…”

Coercion? He’s using coercion on you? But you don’t break so easily.

“I don’t care,” You respond with another flat out lie, “I’m not doing anything.”

You can feel his patience waning, but this only fires you up more, ready to fight, wanting to make him pay for making you feel so fucking… subordinate.

“I don’t think your parents would be happy to hear that their daughter is wasting their hard-earned money,” He murmurs, “I know they pay for your studies, and they’d be very, very disappointed if that money went to waste.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right. The only people who you really care about, your parents, would be devastated both emotionally and financially if they had to fork out the fees for an additional year of university. He has you backed into a corner, and you know it, he knows it too, and he is just waiting for you to give in.

“What do you want from me?” You ask him, your tone softening in what is probably fear, though you don’t feel it often enough to know for sure, “What do I need to do?”

Baekhyun smiles this time, showing those perfect teeth of his, and it makes your skin crawl. Psychologist or psychopath, you have no idea, and you take deep breaths to center yourself awaiting his response.

“I said, obey me,” He replies, “I know what you do outside of class, all the boys talk, so I’ll be making my own judgement today.”

Your breath catches in your throat, mind racing as you begin to realise exactly what he is speaking about. You are embarrassed, maybe a little ashamed, knowing that your stupidly attractive professor has heard about your… indulgences… It makes you crazy.

“What is your order?” You ask, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, “Is this even allowed?”

Sure, you’re an adult, well and truly, but he is so much older than you, ten years at least, and the imbalance is evident. You are mature, but nowhere near to his level, but you can see in his eyes, and feel in your body, that neither of you are upset about that.

“I make the rules,” He smiles at you again, he might be crazier than you are, “And the first one is I need you sitting up on this desk.”

You try not to be afraid, though your legs are a little shaky as you do what you are told, moving from behind the desk, to in front of him. He moves his chair back far enough that it hits the wall behind him, giving you plenty of room to sit down, and you cross your legs, not quite ready to give up without a little fight.

Baekhyun stands to join you, loosening his tie before reaching down to pry your legs apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing most of your thighs, and you feel so… impure.

“Much better,” He nods approvingly, his long, delicate fingers trail up your bare skin, “If you take me well enough, you may even see your marks improve. Your parents would be so proud, wouldn’t they, honey?”

Bile rises in your throat, but you swallow it down to return an even sweeter smile. It’s true, your parents would be overjoyed to see you do better, but of course they could never find out why. You watch Baekhyun as he scans your body, clearly pleased with what is laid out in front of him, fuck it, he’s too hot, and the benefits of this are enough to give in, of course, he wins.

“Use me,” You mumble, clearing your throat, “Take me, teach me my lesson.”

Baekhyun laughs, his hands sliding under your skirt to trace his fingers over your too-thin panties, “Such a slut,” He growls through gritted teeth, fingers pressing against you a little harder, “Ready for any boy to use whenever they want… but none are as experienced as me.”

You have no doubt that he is right, and it excites you more than you would care to admit. You whimper softly at the feeling of his fingers, close but not close enough, and you move forward just slightly to show your neediness.

“I didn’t think you’d give in so easily,” He teases, “I guess what they all say about you is right.”

“You don’t want me to play nice?” You ask, stuttering over your words as you feel his fingers slip under the elastic of your panties.

Baekhyun’s fingers breach you, two of them, deep and curled up at an angle. You dig your nails into the desk either side of you to keep still, not wanting to seem as turned on as you truly are.

“I might have hoped for a little more fight,” He purrs, pulling his fingers out only to thrust them in again, “But that’s okay, I’m sure I can break you more.”

The subtle threat has you reeling, though you’re quite distracted with his fingers inside you. You don’t know what to expect, glancing down to his crotch, the bulge evident, even through his slacks. You gulp, and stifle a whine when he takes his fingers from you, using them to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his suit pants, letting them drop down and pool at his ankles.

“Sir,” You mumble, realisation setting in, “I… do I have to?”

It is a little bit of an act, your hesitation, but at the same time it isn’t, fearful that a few teasing motions of his fingers weren’t quite enough to get you ready for what looks to be an exceptionally large cock. You brace yourself as he tugs down his underwear, and watch as he strokes himself, though already at full hardness, just to slick himself up with the little bit of arousal that he pulled from you.

“You do,” He nods, stepping forward so that his thighs almost hit the desk, “And you will.”

He lets go of his cock to grab you under the thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. You grip tightly to stop yourself from falling, and Baekhyun holds you with one hand on your hip, the other reaching for his erection. With a skill that you find way too hot, he uses two fingers of that hand to pull your panties aside, and guides his cock to your hole, teasing strokes along your slit, anticipation rising as you await his next move.

“Fuck!”

Baekhyun lets go of your hip to cover your mouth with his hand, “Quiet!” He orders you, but fuck, it is hard. His cock fills you painfully, thick, long and throbbing, your eyes roll back as you try to compose yourself, overwhelmed and now fully submitting out of fear.

He doesn’t give you any reprieve, keeping your mouth covered as he fucks you, hard and fast with no time to adjust. Your whines and moans are muffled by him, and you can’t quite pinpoint when the pain subsides and pleasure rolls in, but oh wow, it does.

“So tight,” Baekhyun groans, “This is all you’ll ever be good for if you don’t start focusing in class.”

You don’t respond, too distracted by the way he fills you up, and fucks in to you with no care for your own needs. It is degrading, his words and actions, but it turns you on more than you can explain.

“Or would you like that?” He continues, “Just serving me for the rest of your life instead? Wet and ready whenever I need my fill?”

Right now, you probably would say yes. Forgetting the degree you are so close to finishing, if you pass this year, you are drunk on his cock and would probably do anything for more.

“I might just get you pregnant,” Baekhyun goes on, and your body clenches as you realise he didn’t put a condom on, “Knock you up, force you out of your family, keep you as mine, so I can fuck you every single day.”

You are dizzy with both pleasure and with the lack of airflow, having your mouth held shut. You are sure that you look pathetic, but Baekhyun likes that, likes how easily you let him in, how utterly powerless you are compared to him.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He sneers, “Turns you on so much when I treat you like the filthy slut that you are, doesn’t it?”

With tears in your eyes, your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking and nails leaving scratch marks on the wooden desk as you moan silent cries. You don’t know if any guy you have slept with ever got you to orgasm from penetration alone, so you are addicted to the way that Baekhyun has you feeling.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” He warns, “I want to see your tummy bulge, be a good girl and take it all.”

You whine a little as he moves his hand back down to your hip, now free to breathe again but still choked close to silent with the remnants of your orgasm. Baekhyun’s thrusts speed up, the harshness of them tenfold, and you watch sweat beads form on his forehead, biting his lip before he too climaxes, cock twitching in you with further thrusts, releasing his seed as deep into you as you can take it.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, pulling out of you slowly, but replacing his cock with his fingers to keep you plugged, “Can’t let any of this go to waste now, can we?”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, lips raw from biting on them to keep your volume down. You feel crazy, dazed and confused, a little afraid but still too fucked out to really process what is happening.

“Are… are you going to fail me?” You stutter, words a little slurred as he presses his thumb to your clit, fingers working to bring you to climax again.

Baekhyun works fast, wanting you to fall apart even further, and you aren’t sure how much more you can take. You can’t push him away, and you’re not sure if you even want to, focused on how good he makes you feel.

“Cum for me again,” He orders, “Need to feel you sucking me in, and then, I’ll make my decision.”

It isn’t hard to obey this order, the man is talented, and you wonder for only a moment, how many other students he has had on this very desk. Your thought is interrupted as your body seizes, cunt clenching to his fingers as your peak comes to head, biting your tongue to stifle the pitiful cry that escapes you, throwing your head back as tears roll down your face.

“Good girl,” He praises you, finally slowing down and extracting his fingers, readjusting your panties before he moves back from the desk, “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

You watch him as he pulls his pants back up, after wiping his hands with a tissue and sanitiser, and you catch your breath before asking again.

“So,” You start, “Am I going to fail?”

Baekhyun smirks at you, cocking his head to the side. He is so arrogant, and you are back to being mad at him again.

“No, I think you’ll pass,” He replies with an almost cheerful tone, “But if your attitude doesn’t change, just know I won’t go so easy on you next time.”

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Hate Sex

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Barry Allen x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1131

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Barry’s POV*

Y/N and I were walking through the door and I slammed it behind me. She was walking to our room, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her. I spun her to face me and she was glaring at me. 

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She growled through grit teeth. 

“No, now lose the fucking attitude! The mission didn’t go as planned because you didn’t listen!” I growled back. Her glare deepened and tried to free herself. 

“It’s wasn’t my fucking fault! They were going to hurt you!” She shouted. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. 

“I have fucking super speed, Y/N! I would have gotten out of the way!” I shouted back. 

“I don’t care! I wasn’t gonna just let you get hurt! We’ll get them next time.” She scoffed. I tightened my grip on her wrist a bit and growled. 

“Get on your knees.” I bit out. She didn’t move and I pulled her slightly closer. 

“Now.” I hissed. I let go of her and snuck to her knees. I pushed her forward and she was presenting her ass to me. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filling with hot curiosity. I quickly used my speed to undress the both of us and her eyes widened a bit. Her nipples pebbled as the cold hit them. 

“This is what you want?” She asked with a slight smirk. 

“No. I want your face against the floor, your tits kissing the carpet.” I said with a smirk of my own. Her eyes widened slightly, but did as she was told. She slowly slid her palms across the carpet, extending the length of her back. Her cheek deliberately came to a slow rest on the floor, her nipples ever so slightly brushing the carpet. Her ass tilted upward, opening the view to her pussy in front of me. I kneeled behind her, reaching out to slide a finger into her dripping pussy. Then two… then three… I fucked her like that for just a few moment then removed my fingers to wrap them around my cock, rubbing her wetness on myself. I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste her. My cock was now slick with her juices and slid smoothly inside her. I went slow and shallow at first. I fed her just the tip, teasing her opening. She pushed her body back towards me, trying to push me deeper inside her. I pulled back, keeping her pussy from swallowing much more that two inches. I smacked her ass to remind her who was in charge. She sighed in frustration. I smacked her other cheek and she once again tried to grind back onto me. I smacked her twice more a little harder, reddening her full ass. 

I slowly pulled out of her, resting just the tip of my cock head in her pussy. The effect kept her lips parted enough to maintain easy access. Then suddenly and with a force intended to shock her, in one powerful fluid motion I filled her. Something between a shirek and a moan was forced from her. Instinctively she pushed her ass back against my cock. 

“That’s a good girl.” I whispered while looking down at my dick deep inside her. I made every effort possible to shove my cock as deep inside her as I could. I reached down to her hips and gripped them tightly. I pulled her up and down onto me harder. I arched my back towards her trying to force myself deeper and deeper. I held my cock there for a moment and started to vibrate it. It wasn’t enough to get her off, just enough to make her crazy. I held her like this, pulling on her hips and aggressively ground myself against her, keeping my cock deep within her. She matched my movements and ground back into me. 

“You like my big cock deep inside you?” I asked. 

“Yes…” She moaned. 

“You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?” I asked. 

“Yes…” She moaned again. 

“I’m going to use your pussy to get myself off.” I said and she moaned louder. 

“Fuck yes! Use me!” Her voice more breathy as she withered in anticipation. She was submitting to me. 

“I’m going to fuck you hard.” I said. 

“Yes… yes! Give it to me! Pound me!” She begged. I adjusted my grip on her hips, positioning my knees to get the maximum leverage. She reached back and started rubbing her clit. With each wave of pleasure I brought her I could see her tight little asshole pucker and her pussy clenched down on my cock. She was enjoying herself. 

I never loosened my grip on her hips, bracing her with my strength as I slammed my full weight into her. Over and over again, I tried to fuck her as intensely as possible. I wanted her to pull away until she couldn’t bear the pain anymore. I started using my super speed to fuck her faster. My balls swung and slammed against her clit, hitting her hand which was still rubbing herself. Her free hand was smacking against the floor, half because she needed to brace herself, half because her increasing pleasure made her do so. Harder and harder, I kept fucking her. So hard in fact , I made her lose her balance and her stomach fell against the floor. I still didn’t led up. I climbed onto of her, straddling her ass and pressed my cock back into her gaping pussy. I grabbed her ass cheeks and began fucking her again. I spread her ass open so I could clearly see my dick thrusting into her pussy. 

“Fuck!” She shouted. 

“I’m gonan cum!” She cried out in pleasurable pain. She came with an intense orgasm and I never stopped. I fucked her right through her orgasm. However, hearing her cum brought me closer to my own orgasm. I couldn’t help myself and came right inside her. I pulled out of her and collapsed onto the floor next to her. 

“That was amazing…” She whispered, her eyelids hardly open. I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you…” She said as her eyes slowly closed. 

“I just don’t want you hurt and I don’t want these criminals out on the streets when we could have caught them…” I sighed and she nodded. 

“I don’t want you hurt either.” She said quietly and I lifted her head up to kiss her plump lips. 

“I won’t, just stick to the plan next time, okay?” I asked and she nodded, snuggling back into my chest. We were both clearly tired, but I found the energy to speed us into our bedroom so we could comfortably sleep.

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[nelkcats]

Cyrus & Boreas

Spirits of the elements

The earth has been in a very delicate balance for a couple of years now, despite constant reminders of extinction, only magic users know what is really going on with temperatures, sometimes too hot or too cold.

It had been years since Amity Park ceased to exist, years since the land where the old town was located was inhabited, now it was just a wasteland, the city practically moved into the Infinite Realms, it turns out that its inhabitants were so exposed to ectoplasm that when they died almost everyone became a ghost.

For years Vlad and Danny had come to an agreement, just watching the earth, seeing new heroes come and go, but they were both getting bored of it, missing their old rivalry, the thrill of chasing each other, they also missed visiting their dimension. It was, after all, half of their home.

Seeing the problem of global warming and how damaged the earth was, Clockwork presented them a solution. It turns out that when you were properly connected to your core you could take an animal form, and expand your element where you stepped, or around you. Frostbite and the yetis taught Danny more about it, Pandora and the greeks ended up teaching Vlad.

It was the beginning of their competition, apparently Acropolis of Athens and Far Frozen had an old rivalry too, so they were more than happy to teach them how to deal in a friendly way (still a dangerous fighting but apparently that was the most friendly possible without killing each other)

This power wasn't something ghosts would practice very often, because it would expend too much energy and ectoplasm, it wasn't like Dora's amulet or Amorpho special talent at all, ¿the good part? The halfas were characterized by having energy to spare.

With that resolved, Clockwork tasked them with taking care of the earth's temperatures, so a few times a year (mostly on winter and summer solstice days), Vlad and Danny would choose a specific animal and run across the earth, the places where Vlad stepped warmed up in an instant, the places Danny walked were filled with snowflakes and cold.

The animal forms they liked to take the most were extinct or mythological creatures, sometimes they changed to be opposite species, at other times they were the same.

The magic users named it "The Cyrus & Boreas Phenomenon", when Danny heard about it he was excited by his name being so similar to the Northern Lights, while Vlad sulked for having a Persian name while being trained by Greeks.

This continued without being a problem, until Danny found the Wachtower station in space, immediately he changed his path and ran towards it; Vlad, knowing this could become a problem, followed him from afar.

The Justice League and Justice League Dark were having a meeting when the temperature dropped, Constantine cursed as the rest of the league tensed "Bats, what day is it?"

"December 21" upon hearing his response, Constantine cursed again as he ranted about the winter solstice.

"Damn it, damn it ¿why did he deviate from his route? He doesn't go of his way, especially not in this time of the year, ¡this is a disaster!" Constantine paced back and forth "Look, I know you guys like to poke your nose into everything that happens, but this is strictly magical, so no matter what's about to come, keep quiet, do absolutely nothing ¿Do you understand?" The hellbazer's hands trembled as he speaked.

"You can't just say that, ¡we have a right to know! This is nonsense" Diana frowned, she didn't much like the wizard's attitude right now.

"Sorry Wonder Woman, but this is strictly tied to the Justice League Dark, trust us for now, it's for your safety" Fate spoke, he knew nothing bad would happen if the league just kept quiet.

As soon as the lord of order stopped speaking, the entire room began to freeze, pieces of ice hanging on the walls as a Giant wolf ran through the wall.

In the first instance, the wolf looked dangerous, the places where its paws were placed had frozen, pure pieces of ice, the wolf turned its attention to the League, approaching curiously.

"Boreas" Zatanna exhaled in amazement, the entire magical community knew how the animal's presence felt no matter how much it changed its shape, it was the closest thing to a myth that existed, leveling the planet's temperatures, staying a few days and disappearing, impossible to find, record or locate no matter how hard you tried.

"However, where is Cyrus?" Constantine murmured to his partner, if Boreas was near his counterpart shouldn't be far away.

Danny looked at the wizards, interested in the names they had given him, he was about to ask about it when a ball of fire hit him in the shoulder.

He growled in complete frustration as he turned to look at his assailant, behind him the League tensed at the sound as Fate signaled for them to keep quiet.

Behind the animal appeared a Tasmanian tiger the same size as the Giant wolf, Barry was about to question if they weren't supposed to be extinct when the wolf snarled and lunged at the tiger, who ran back to earth.

The entire league watched as the ice brought by the wolf was extinguished by the appearance of the tiger, returning to normal as both creatures moved away.

"Constantine, situation report" Batman was clearly the first to snap out of the trance he had been left in.

"Look Bats, I know how much you want your precious information but this is out of your league, ¿those guys? Cyrus & Boreas, they are as close to benign Gods as you can find, they keep the earth's temperature stable with their games" Constantine lit his cigarette, trying to ignore the surreal situation.

"¿Games?" Superman was next to speak, a concerned note in his voice.

"Games" Fate confirmed "We theorize they are opposing elements, maybe spirits, we think they pursue each other as some kind of challenge, and the balance on earth is just a lucky accident, we don't know where they live or where they come from, but they're not someone you want to play with." Fate commented, remembering the fact that most of the time the creatures try to hurt each other but never give the final hit, always waiting for the other to heal.

"Are you telling me that if these beings decide to stop coming here, will we simply ¿disappear? ¿Because they just decided to stop playing?"

"Something similar, but far more complicated than that" Zatanna entered the conversation "they keep the consequences of global warming stable, if they stop coming, well...the earth will definitely go extinct quickly, I'd give it a couple of years" is not like humanity was taking proper care of earth, these "gods" were basically a miracle for humans to correct their own errors.

"¿Why were we not informed?" Batman was at a crossroad, these beings were definitely dangerous, but if they faced them it could cause catastrophic consequences.

"The same reason you are struggling Bats" Constantine snorted "You want to solve all the problems, but you don't understand that magic is not meant to be solved or a problem, some things are better left as they are, without interfering, or it could happen something worse" and they are far older than all of us he didn't mention out loud.

"Then ¿what do you suggest? ¿We stand here doing nothing while two would-be Gods use our planet as a playground?" Oliver frowned, disgusted.

"Yes" for the first time Shazam spoke in the conversation "because if we don't let them we will become extinct" Billy knew much more than the magicians, books on the rock of eternity that detailed human spirits, about the infinite Realms and the deities that inhabited them. The delicate balance existing in life and death, but he was not allowed to divulge it.

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Back on earth, in Paris, Vlad and Danny were enjoying a cup of coffee and hot chocolate respectively.

"So, ¿did you want to meet the heroes or see their cool station in space?" Vlad questioned in amusement as Danny choked on his chocolate "The station ¿huh?" Vlad spoke again while Danny looked at him with a frown "It's okay Daniel, I know you can't help it"

"Yeah, I know, it was a bit stupid to change the route, and reveal myself to sorcerers, but the heroes, the aliens, the space, I needed to see it" the boy grimaced, feeling guilty "thanks for getting me out of there, I was about to do something stupid"

"¿Something stupid like speak?" Vlad questioned knowingly, he was aware that humanity now considered them myths or even gods, they shouldn't be revealing themselves freely, their games were mostly harmless but they had a purpose.

"Yeah, sorry" Danny sighed "although I love the new name, Boreas commands a lot more respect than Danny, ¿right? I do miss when they called me Phantom though..."

Seeing that the boy was lost in his memories again, Vlad sighed, he also missed the old times, their battles, Phantom and Plasmius fighting to the death, but their grudges were resolved long ago, they had no reason to fight, Boreas & Cyrus was an escape from boredom and a reunion with the old days more than anything else.

"It's okay little badger, we can stop by their space station next year, I don't think the fledgling heroes will care" Vlad took a sip from his mug, considering, obviously they would care, but he really didn't care about their feelings, let them freak out a little more.

[seikkoi]

ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | t. stark & s. strange x f!reader

Step one: Work at one of the most successful research laboratories in the country. Step two: Don't fuck it up. Step two and a half: Do not fuck it up.

content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (sooo uncharacteristic of me), degradation, power dynamics, voyeurism, shy reader, org*sm denial, v*ginal fingering word count: 2.6k a/n: im having a small fixation on our favorite witchy doctor dont worry abt it

Shitshitshit!

You chastised yourself mentally over and over again, watching the bright blue numbers tick downwards. It might make sense to get up, scramble across the lab, fling your hand around the incubator and pull the plug. That’s what an amateur would do, but you’re an expert and know that will do fuck all for you now. Then again, an expert would have set the goddamned temperature correctly. 

You’d fallen asleep at your desk–a natural consequence of several late nights collecting data (or drowning in term papers and reports). In your half-awake state, right before your head hits the table, you set the temperature twenty degrees lower than it should be. Dreamland gave no clues to the impending doom awaiting you. Instead, you dreamt of a tropical paradise. Your sunny fantasia was inevitably interrupted by the persistent beep that echoed the labs walls.

The digits keep trickling down, and you rest your head in your heads. All you can do is wait for it to hit zero. Thousands of synthetic cultures–gone. That was two months of work down the drain, and your bosses expected a very long report, printed and neatly stapled by the end of this week. 

You were so fucking fired.

The numbers finally stop, the computer beeping tauntingly as if you needed verbal confirmation on how screwed you were. You could not even begin to imagine how you would explain this. You worked at one of the best laboratories in the world, there wasn’t room for rookies errors here. Especially not when they come from supposed wannabe professionals like you (and cost millions of dollars). Your first week some larger-than-life MIT grad used the wrong inventory system and was gone by noon. You weren’t any better, just some Ph.D candidate trying to boost her resume. 

The computer stops, and in its absence you pick up on the slight tick of the clock on the desk. The red analog reads 9:57 PM. Late, but not too late for your bosses to still be around. You’re nauseous with guilt, but you can’t imagine carrying it through the night, working with nothing through the rest of week just to get canned on Friday.

No, you’d accept your fate now.

If you were lucky, you’d only have to talk to one of them. 

You don’t have a preference for either. Stark had no issue showing dissatisfaction through his words, often sternly and without grace. The good part was that he was the same way with praise, although you rarely managed to earn that. Strange on the other hand was, well, strange. You barely interacted with him, but when you did you always left the conversation not sure if he despised you or merely tolerated your presence. It changed your working attitude from focusing on the science to scrambling for perfection to gain even the faintest ounce of approval. 

Obviously, not well enough if you were making Alaska-sized mistakes like this. Both were equally arrogant (unfortunately, well deserved) and you knew neither of them well enough to plead for your job. 

You make your way down the dim hallway, passing the empty offices and labs. More than one mental pep talk passes through your mind. The end of the hallway held your demise, a cracked open door holding an illuminating light and a pair of voices. 

All you could do was hope they weren’t too harsh.

Beyond the wooden door, you listen to two voices argue indiscriminately. 

“I suppose you think we should just give it away.” one says exasperatedly, and you figure this is Stark by the sarcasm laced in each syllable.

“No,” the other sighs, “but our shareholders will never agree to this price point.”

“The shareholders will agree to whatever we tell them to.”

“You’re right, to a point. Still, we need to be realistic in our expectation of returns.”

“We haven’t done all this work for realism. We did it for profit and you want to sell our hard work to the lowest bidder.”

You tapped your knuckles against the oak door, heart beating in your chest. You went through a couple of opening lines–promises about how this would never happen again and pleas for understanding. Logically, you knew neither were likely to be granted. The voices on the other side grant you entrance that you take nervously. Inside, Stark sits at the large desk in the middle of the room. Strange stands beside him, peering over papers that you presume sparked their conversation. 

At the sight of you, both men seem to soften their hardened expressions. Whatever nonsense flared their words a moment ago is gone, replaced by confusion by their junior researcher at their door this late. Strange glances at the timepiece on his wrist before you can say anything, scoffing and shaking his head. 

“Yes, [y/n]?”

The annoyance drips, clearly not amused by your poorly timed visit. You wring your fingers in front of your body. 

“Firstly, sirs, I want to apologize, there was a mistake with the incubator, and the cultures were destroyed.” 

You wish you sounded more confident, but instead your eyes dart between the men and the floor. Your omission tumbles out in a whiny tone, waiting on every syllable for their faces to turn and tell you how stupid you were and how much you cost them in time and resources. That’s not how it goes, however. 

Stark leans back in the leather desk chair, metal creaking as his arms are crossed in front of his body. He makes an annoyed face, sure, but not the angry scowl you were dreading. 

Strange’s reaction is even more peculiar, chuckling slightly and glancing back at Tony.

“Did the incubator make a mistake, or did you?” he says lightheartedly, a grin stretching on his face, yet the words create a swell in your throat. 

Tony seems to find it amusing as well, watching Strange stalk towards you. He stops in the middle of the office. You’re less than two yards away, trying not to tremble under his gaze. 

“I did, sir, I’m sorry. I’ll gather my things and leave.” you whispered, hanging your head in shame. 

Your feet are on autopilot, turning for the door until Strange speaks again.

“Oh, there’s no need for that.” he chuckles. “Right, Tony?”

You turn back to see him looking towards Stark, who hums in approval. Even more confused, you watch as Strange beckons you closer, and you obey on instinct. 

“I don’t think it’s a good look for a Ph.d candidate to have a termination from such a large company on her record.” Tony coos from his chair.

“No, not at all. That might just tarnish her future.” Strange adds.

Their eyes rake over you. Stephen beckons you forward again, and you comply once more. Clearly, they were mocking you before giving you the boot. The condescending drip in their voices leaves your skin hot with embarrassment.

“We wouldn’t want that for you, sweetheart.” Tony sits up as Strange guides you towards the desk, a large hand resting on your back. 

“I-I don’t understand.” you stammer. 

They both share another laugh at your confusion. Stephen stands behind you once you reach the desk. He nudges you forward until your hips are flush against the edge. There’s still separation, but not enough that you can’t sense his body right behind yours.

“I’m sure a smart girl like you knows how valuable you are to us,” Tony locks eyes with you as Strange twirls your hair in his fingers. The touch shocks you to turn back to him, only for Strange to push you back to face Tony. 

“Everyone makes mistakes, after all.”

Your eyes widen when Stephen presses his body into yours, easily towering over you. Heavy hands trail down your jean-covered hips, hot enough to burn your skin through the denim.

“We’re very understanding, I’m sure we can work something out.” Stephen’s voice purrs in your ear, warm breath tickling your throat.

The glittering look in Stark’s eye is all too familiar, watching Stephen’s hands get acquainted with every inch of your form. You shudder under his touch. The blood in your veins runs cold as you catch a wink between the two men–and suddenly, you understand.

“Wouldn’t want your career to end before it even starts now would we?” Tony taunts. 

Fingers tease along your side. Soon, they work their way under your shirt, grazing the skin of your midriff. 

Any lingering uncertainty is snuffed when Stephen presses further into you. The desk digs into your hips, trapping you between it and the tall doctor. 

“I can’t–we can’t–this isn’t–”

Each attempt at a full sentence fails under Tony's lustful gaze. It’s quite enjoyable watching you fail against Stephen. Recruitment always seemed to be just the prettiest research assistants. Who could blame them for finally getting an opportunity for a taste? 

Not to mention you did just cost them a small fortune with your little mistake. Contrary to your beliefs, though, they liked your work ethic (and you, for that matter). Letting go of such a helpful piece of eye candy simply wouldn’t do. That doesn’t mean that kindness is a guarantee. 

“No?” Tony hums. “Well, we could always let you go. We can give a shining recommendation, of course having to mention your little incompetencies.” 

Being blacklisted would kill you. All you wanted was to work in this field. Years of late nights and term papers down the drain was a far greater loss than a few synthetic cultures. 

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” you plead. Behind you, Strange’s beard scratches your throat. His hands travel further north, dancing on the hem of your bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin.

“Like I said, I’m sure we can all come to some sort of compromise.” Stephen’s voice drops low and heavy, enveloping on your covered breasts in his right hand. He squeezes gently, tweaking your nipple through the padded fabric.

“W-what if someone finds out–please, just–”

“Oh, don’t you worry, honey. We know how to be discreet.” Tony smirks.

Your eyes can never seem to leave Tony’s, watching his smile grow as your arousal does. It’s against your doing. Stephen completely surrounds you, touching any part of you he could reach. You gasp when the doctor’s idle hand finds your other nipple, rocking himself into you as you squirm. 

“I think she wants to keep her job, don’t you, honey?” Stephen chimes in.

You nod nervously. If this would save your career, so be it. People have slept with their bosses for less, right? And you certainly weren’t blind, both men were attractive in their own rights, able to pander through a catalog of women much smarter and much more their style. It begs the question why they were doing this all–crossing such a boundary with a goddamned graduate student. 

“Oh no, honey, we’ll need to hear you say it.” 

You barely blink, nor breath, all brain power zeroing in on Strange’s heat pressed into you. Tony raises an impatient eyebrow and you manage to answer out of the need to appease him and keep your job. 

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The second the words leave you, Stephen’s hand disappears from your shirt to push you over the desk. You would’ve face planted straight into it had his palms not wrapped tightly around each of your wrists, yanking your arms. You try to sit up, uncomfortably pressed between Stephen Itchy wool suit pants and the wooden desk. Tony gleams down at you as the doctor keeps a firm hand splayed across your back, his right hand reaching around for the zipper of your jeans. 

In the next moment, you feel cool air bend around your bare legs. Before you can have anything even remotely resembling second thoughts, your lace panties are quickly pulled to your ankles as well. Warmth flushes across your cheeks, feeling Stephen’s hungry eyes and fingers on your exposed cunt–all while Tony’s eyes stay locked onto you, smile growing wider as your shame does. 

That became harder the second rough hands grab the supple flesh of your ass before a teasing finger slid across wet folds. You squirmed against Stephen’s hold on your wrists, trying desperately to look anywhere but at your boss as you bit back a soft gasp.

“I think our pretty little assistant is feeling a bit shy, Stephen.” Tony declares, reaching out to caress the side of your face not pressed into the surface. It sends butterflies up your spine at how gently he draws tight circles on the skin of your cheek, humming in satisfaction from how roughly Stephen roams over your body.

“Tsk, I hardly believe that, as wet as she is right now.” he murmurs, distracted by the mess you wish you weren’t making. 

You kept your lips pierced tightly between your teeth, lids squeezing shut when a long digit pushes into your aching walls. A deep groan from Strange echoes behind you. You hardly had time to eat, let alone maintain a social life. This meant it had been almost months since you’d slept with anyone–leaving needy and aching from the simplest touch. Even if it was your boss. 

You instinctively try to pull forward when a second finger is roughly added, and this time you can’t stop the whimper as you stretch around him.

“There it is–feels good doesn’t it? Don’t be shy, honey.” Tony’s voice sounds like smolding ice, freezing your nerves and setting your skin on fire. 

You almost hate yourself for how good this feels, Stephen pistoning in and out of your cunt until the sounds of your arousal against his fingers flood the office walls. All while Tony strokes your face like you're made of fine china. It’s far more than your body can handle, stomach already tightening with each pulse of the doctor’s fingers. 

“Go ahead, hon’, tell us how much you like it.”

Your face warms. From his touch or embarrassment, you’re not sure. You stammer under the heat, trying to look anywhere but Tony’s piercing eyes. 

Stephen’s hand comes down strong on your exposed ass, earning a loud cry from you as you strain against his hold. It shouldn’t make your head spin as much as it does.

“That wasn’t a request, answer him.” the doctor commands, gripping your wrists even tighter. When you take a second too long to muster a response, another strike falls on your opposite cheek. Your nerves are nearly disintegrated, still relishing good his finger feel stretching your cunt.

“It–it’s good, it feels–” you cry out once more when he spanks you again, taunting you for being too quiet. 

“It feels really good, sir.” you say louder, nearly shouting into the wood as your legs shake. 

Tony laughs above you, only worsening your shame. It’s an easily forgotten feeling–Stephen’s fingers curl inside you, testing each angle until he finds the one that makes you squirm. Soon enough, you forget where you are entirely, barely able to tell where your skin and theirs begin. Your high is far too close to care about the way Tony watches you, or how bruised your wrists will be after Stephen’s done with you. 

Just as your mind starts to split into two, it’s quickly interrupted. Stephen withdraws from your soaking cunt, leaning over you to press you impossibly further into the desk, unbuckling the leather belt at his waist. You jerk your head up at the ache between your legs, meeting Tony’s devilish smirk. Warm lips grace your ear, chuckling at your needy panting. 

“Aw, poor thing. Don’t think we’d let you off that easy–you’ll need to earn it.” Stephen whispers.  

As he sinks into you, you get the feeling this mistake will take quite some time to pay back. 

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 27

Part 27: Taking Care of Business

Series Masterlist

Words: 3.6k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, strong language, physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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Steve found everyone he’d called to the meeting in the kitchen with Luca and the conversation died the minute he walked through the door. Luca was stirring something on the stove, Scott and Clint sat at the small table with Dyson and Belova. Just beyond the kitchen door, he spotted Neal outside smoking.

“We meeting here, boss?” Luca asked, wiping his hands on his apron.

All eyes were on him now including Belova’s. And he needed to deal with that first.

But they couldn’t meet in the kitchen. All he could see was his wife tipsy in her pink pajamas playing poker with his loyal men. Meeting here would mess with his head.

It felt like a betrayal.

Pushing down that anger and hurt, he steeled himself for the rest of his plan. Steve had made his decisions where his wife was concerned, and his men would have to accept it. So would his sister.

Oh, it wouldn’t be that easy he knew.

“We’re meeting in my office,” Steve told them. “Scott, if you and Clint would set up extra chairs, that would be great.”

The two nodded, rising to go do as he asked just as Neal came through the door. He followed them out of the kitchen. Luca eyed Steve speculatively, looking like he had something to say. But he just took off the apron he wore and headed for Steve’s office leaving him with Dyson and Belova.

Belova looked at him like she was facing the gallows. Dyson calmly regarded him, waiting. Steve knew Dyson wouldn’t like his decision, but it was obvious he already knew it was coming.

The young woman had impressed him while she was there. Physically, she was a force to be reckoned with and she was small. He didn’t take issue with her attitude either. She had a good demeanor for a soldier.

He just couldn’t overlook the fact that her very presence put ideas in his wife’s head. She’d taught her to use firearms without his approval. For all he knew, she arranged the fucking nurse visit herself to protect his wife. While he appreciated her loyalty, it was misplaced. A good soldier always understood the true chain of command.

“Belova,” Steve said, “your services are no longer needed. I’m sure you understand that if you talk about anything that’s happened during your employment here to anyone else, I’ll put a target on you so big you won’t last a week.”

Belova nodded rising from her chair. Her gaze met Dyson’s, some silent communication passed between them as she stopped in front of Steve, her held high.

“I understand. Thank you for the opportunity to work for you,” she said calmly. And just like that, she walked around him and headed for the stairs, presumably to pack her things.

Dyson rose from the table, his intent gaze staying on Steve.

“You have something you want to say?” Steve asked him.

Shaking his head, Dyson walked around him heading for his office.

Steve blew out a sigh as he followed him. Dyson had been his mentor, his most loyal soldier since his father died. And he was opinionated. Had no trouble making those opinions known. Usually. His silence left Steve with an ill, hollow feeling.

As he reached his office where the lot of them were gathering, Steve reminded himself that he led this family now. He led all the families. Even Dyson needed to respect that and him. Steve shouldn’t be concerned at whether he’d disappointed the man or not.

Closing the door behind him, Steve walked around the half circle of chairs placed in front of his desk. He took a seat in his chair, not used to the complete silence in the room. Normally, they were talking, laughing as they waited. Today, things were grave, tense.

“Let’s just get it out of the way,” Steve said slowly. “Because of her own actions, my wife will be confined to our room for the next four weeks. I’m counting on all of you to respect my wishes here. You’ll make sure she gets her meals along with any supplies she needs, fresh towels and linens. But no visits. I want conversation kept to a minimum. I have her phone and laptop. She has some thinking to do.”

As his gaze crept across the room, Steve took in their reactions. All of them were stone-faced except Clint who looked like he had something to say and Neal.

Was Neal smirking?

“Do you have her gun, boss?” Neal asked, earning him a sold glare from Dyson and Luca.

Steve had been so upset with the entire confrontation that he hadn’t considered that. Fuck.

“I’ll take care of it,” Steve told Neal.

“What about Nat?” Clint said. “She allowed in to see her?”

Steve shook his head. “Not right now. Once Nat’s had time to recover, maybe.”

He knew better than to tell Clint or Nat that he had no intention of letting his sister in to see his wife. Nat had led her astray too with her little stunt at the hospital. Better to let them think Nat would see her at some point. Otherwise, he knew Nat would create drama and it was the last thing he needed right now.

Clint nodded but he knew Steve well enough not to completely buy that answer. Clint was also smart enough to know that if he or Nat disobeyed him, they risked their newly allowed relationship.

“Belova is no longer working with us.” Steve wanted to get that out of the way too. “I gave her a trial period. It didn’t work out.”

Scott’s gaze and shoulders dropped. Now Neal really was smirking.

Neal had been the one who told him the truth about his wife’s visitor to begin with. The man was a hell of a soldier and missed nothing. He’d saved Steve’s life a couple of times in the last few years.

He didn’t have a lot of social niceties, granted. But he didn’t need to be nice. He needed to be effective. Steve had never known the man to have a girlfriend or a wife. Maybe his gruff manner was the reason for that.

Still, the man had never seemed to have a lot of patience for his boss’s wife. Maybe he would have if she’d ever remembered her place and, like Neal, did her duty.

Her words were still running through his head.

...he wasn’t so quick to protect me when Banner stormed in this house. Scott pulled me away. Yelena saved me.

Everyone in the household adored his wife. Everyone but Neal…

“Want me to take care of Belova?” Neal asked. “Eliminate any liability?”

Dyson’s glare at Neal was hostile. “Take care of Belova?”

Neal glared back. “With everything she knows? It would be unwise to just let her fall into the wrong hands.”

“She won’t fall into the wrong hands,” Dyson said, color darkening his face in a way Steve hadn’t seen in an age. “Belova isn’t your problem.”

“Give it a rest, Dad,” Neal shot back.

“Hey,” Steve spoke loudly to get their attention. “That’s enough. Belova has been warned. She disregards that warning we’ll deal with her then.”

Neal wasn’t happy with that answer and Dyson kept glaring at him.

Steve needed to get the meeting back on course.

“Now, why you’re all here,” Steve said. “We need to take back control of Boston. We need to deal with Barnes, and we need to send a strong message to the other families while we’re at it.”

“It’s about fucking time, boss,” Luca said.

It was. Steve had given a lot of thought to what they needed to do as head family. Not easy to do in his study with visions of his wife on his desk lingering in the back of his mind along with the hurt he’d read in her expression when he’d taken her phone and presented her punishment.

Focus.

From Steve’s point of view, Clint had been shot, a store on their family’s turf had been hit and its employees brutalized. A girl from a donut shop on their turf was still missing, and Lloyd Hansen brought a goon squad to his house, trying to get to his wife.

Natasha? He didn’t think Barnes had anything to do with that, but he wanted to be thorough. They would take a closer look at Banner.

The tension from the discussion about his wife never completely dissipated. But as he explained the plan and listened to the feedback of his men as he went over each component, what they came up with was even better than what he originally plotted. If they did it right, it settled all accounts. It dealt with Banner, Hansen, and Barnes himself.

“What about the house, boss?” Clint finally said as they began to wrap up the meeting. They’d been in there for three hours. “Your wife and sister?”

Steve met his gaze. “I’ll be here,” he assured him. “I’ve got Luca and I’ll have an army of soldiers covering this place. No one touches them.”

Clint nodded, the hint of doubt in his gaze making Steve realize that maybe it wasn’t the best time to deal with his wife as he had. He risked dividing their loyalties at a crucial time.

Pushing down those doubts, Steve told himself with so many things about to happen and what was sure to be a tense crime landscape across Boston for the next several weeks, his wife was safest where she was. She wouldn’t do anything unexpected. She wouldn’t get hurt.

And no one would take her away from him. He’d personally kill anyone who tried again.

Steve adjourned the meeting, watching as Clint and Scott followed Luca out. Neal remained after the door closed, looking like he had something he wanted to talk about.

Dyson didn’t move from his chair either, his jaw tight. He was pissed.

Neal didn’t look at him. His chuckle was a dry, humorless sound. “Problem, Dyson?”

“Yeah,” Dyson said with deceptive calm. “I’ve got a big fucking problem.”

Neal cut him an angry glance. “Maybe you should retire already.”

Fuck. Steve needed to cut this off before it got going.

“Whatever business you two have needs to wait until our family business is done,” Steve said firmly. “Is that in any way unclear?”

“No, boss,” Neal said tersely.

Dyson stood up, focused on Neal. “This business can’t wait.”

“Dyson—”

“You so much as look at Belova wrong,” Dyson warned Neal, his face darkened in anger, “and I’ll fuck you up, son.”

“I mean you no disrespect, boss,” Neal said to Steve, “but I think leaving Belova out there is a risk we can’t take. You cast her out. If she doesn’t run off to one of the other families and sell us out to save her own ass, someone will find her and make her sing. If Barnes gets to her, we’re fucked.”

Steve couldn’t deny any of those scenarios was a possibility. He didn’t know her well, but she’d earned the respect of everyone else in his household, most especially his wife. Neal had been the only exception. He didn’t seem to have paid her much attention until now.

If he put a hit on Belova, he could kiss any chance of a happy marriage goodbye. And Dyson? Something told him that his mentor would never forgive him either. Dyson didn’t go to bat for just anyone.

“She’s not going to the other families, and no one is going to get to her,” Dyson spoke to Steve now. “You have my word.”

Neal shook his head. “The word of an old man. What’s that worth?”

Neal watched Dyson approach him, smirking. The older man stopped in front of him and landed a powerful kick to the center of Neal’s chest, the blow forcing the air out of his chest. The kick sent him and the heavy wooden chair tumbling backwards, hitting the floor with a loud crash. Neal was stunned and breathless, scrambling to get out of the chair, to stand. Dyson was on him the minute he rolled out of the chair onto all fours, taking a knee and grabbing his hair at the back of his head, Dyson slammed Neal’s face into the floor. Once. Twice.

“Stop!” Steve yelled after the third slam left Neal’s nose bleeding, his face deep red in color.

Dyson paused, still clutching Neal’s head. Holding it in place, he punched the younger man in the face viciously with his free hand before shoving him away roughly. Deciding he still wasn’t done, Dyson kicked Neal in the ribs hard. The younger man’s body contracted in pain, and he collapsed to the floor.

Glaring at Steve, Dyson looked livid as he rose, his hands clenched into fists. “Leave Belova alone.”

Stalking to the door of Steve’s office, Dyson paused. His hand was on the doorknob, his knuckles red.

Steve had heard stories about Dyson’s brutality when he’d been a younger man. In their world, the stories got taller as the years went on. But the man commanded respect and just now he could see why. If Dyson could do that now, what had he been like when he was Steve’s age?

“I will take care of Mrs. Rogers in her confinement,” Dyson said meaningfully. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve your wife. You should know that."

Then Dyson pointed to Neal who still lay on the floor. “If that motherfucker comes within 500 feet of her door? I’ll fuck him up worse.”

With that, Dyson opened the door and marched out.

***

You lay on the bed that your husband was abandoning for the next month, curled on your side in the dark. You were resigned to your fate, isolated and cut off from most everything. For what you did to Yelena, you deserved that at the very least.

Yelena had been your friend, your confidant. When you’d whined to her about not wanting to get pregnant, and that was your problem not hers, she found a way to help you. To protect you.

You knew her awful backstory with Hansen. Because of you, she’d been tossed out. She was in danger. Very real danger. And if something happened to her, you’d never forgive yourself.

Tears threatened to return, and you stubbornly fought them.

At the sound of the knock at the door, you didn’t move. You waited.

The lock clicked and the light from beyond the bedroom outlined Dyson’s frame as he walked in, closing the door behind him. His voice was low when he called your name, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he gazed around the room.

His gaze found you and he carefully approached the bed, turning on the lamp on your bedside table. You blinked in the yellow light through your tears.

Dyson sat on the bed next to you, the concern on his face breaking you open. “Come here.”

Your body just moved. You wanted that comfort. His heavy arms closed around you, and he just let you cry. No questions. No judgment. You realized over the last couple of years, Dyson was your father in your heart. The father you never really had.

When you finally felt like you could talk, you eased back. Dyson still looked concerned as he reached for the box of tissues on the table and handed them to you. Pulling one, you dabbed at your eyes.

But you were still miserable.

“Dyson,” you said. “I’m s-so sorry.”

Dyson shook his head. “You didn't do anything that bad.”

“I did,” you told him tearfully. “I d-didn’t tell him about the appointment. Don’t you see? If I hadn’t b-been so selfish, Yelena wouldn’t… I mean, I wouldn’t have put her up to… Oh, God. Yelena…” You sobbed. “She’s never going to forgive me. She trusted me and she’s out there and…”

Dyson carefully took your shoulders in his hands, getting on eye level with you as you cried.

“Listen to me,” he said firmly. “Can you do that? Can you listen for a minute?”

You nodded, swiping at your tears with your fingers.

“Yelena doesn’t hate you,” Dyson said quietly. “She’s worried sick about you. And I know it was her idea to bring that nurse here. Not yours. She told me.”

“I betrayed her,” you whined.

“You did not,” Dyson explained. “But the two of you were betrayed.”

“Neal?”

“Yeah, Neal,” Dyson said tightly.

“Is she alright?” You had to know. “I know what happened to her before… Hansen. Dyson, if he gets her…”

The older man shook his head. “I ain’t going to let anything happen to Yelena anymore than I’m going to let anything happen to you.”

That brought on a fresh bout of tears. “Please keep her safe. I’ll do anything. Please.”

“Hush,” he told you. “No one is getting Yelena. I’ve got her stashed away. She’s safe with trusted friends.”

“You promise?”

Dyson nodded. “Feel better now?”

You did. You were so grateful.

“Do me a favor,” Dyson said. “Go get me your .22.”

Your gun? Of course. Why wouldn’t Steve ask for that too? Was he afraid you’d take a shot at him?

"H-he asked for it?" you asked.

“Nah,” Dyson said. “It wasn’t Steve who thought of it. It was fucking Neal.”

You shook your head, anger flaring beneath the surface. “Neal really hates me, huh?”

“I’m not sure what his deal is yet, but I’ll find out,” he said.

“He just always gets away with it,” you said.

You didn’t know what to do with the little smirk that earned you. “Not necessarily. Now, go get me that gun.”

Swallowing hard, you rose from the bed and went to your closet. You pulled the bundle from its hiding place. Why you kept It hidden still, you couldn’t have said after Steve joined you that evening for target practice.

But there were two guns in there. The .22 and the 9mm Yelena gave you that day. You were in enough trouble as it was, so you brought them both out to Dyson, setting them on the bed between you.

Dyson eyed both guns, their clips, and two boxes of ammo. Nodding, he took the .22, its clips and ammo, but left the other handgun and all that went with it. You watched his expression as he tucked the items away in his coat pocket.

“Steve know where you kept these?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Then put this back where you’ve been keeping it,” he told you, pointing at the 9mm. “He doesn’t realize you still have this one.”

The surprise must have shown on your face. “Why?”

Dyson sighed. “Look, the next several days? Steve is taking care of business in a big way. And I’m not going to lie. Things are going to be dangerous for a while, yeah?”

Oh, God. Steve was going to deal with Barnes?

“I’m sorry that he found out about what you girls got up to and reacted the way he did. I don’t agree with it. Yeah, you shouldn’t have kept that from him, and you know that. But he’s hurt. And when he gets hurt, he gets pissed. He’s drastic. I’m not justifying what he did. But it’s not exactly the worst thing right now.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“If you are here and Yelena and Nat are where they are,” he said slowly, “I don’t got to worry about any of you getting hurt. It would kill me if something happened to you. And Steve…”

“Steve put our marriage on hold until my shot is no longer in effect,” you said bitterly. “A month. That's what I mean to him.”

Dyson chuckled. “The only reason he’s going to make it a week is because of the shit that’s going down in the next few days. It won’t be a month.”

“Or he’ll have someone else take care of his needs,” you threw in.

“If you honestly think that, you’re not the woman I thought you were,” Dyson said seriously.

“He wants me for a broodmare,” you said, hating the hurt you heard in your own voice. “I was stupid enough to think he might care for me but all he wants is a dutiful wife and kids. I’m not dutiful. I’m anything but fucking dutiful.”

Dyson’s smiled widened. “That’s honestly why he’s so obsessed with you. Don’t you know that?”

You didn’t feel like you understood anything anymore.

“He has no intention of letting anyone breach this house again but just in case,” Dyson said, “I don’t want you in this room defenseless. You shot Hansen. You could defend yourself again if you had to.”

“Thank you.” You meant it.

“Now, I’m the one who’s going to be bringing you meals and whatever else you need,” he explained. “And you will eat. None of that dramatic, hunger strike bullshit on my watch.”

You had to laugh at that. It sounded like something you’d come up with.

“Let us get through this week,” Dyson said, seriously, “and Steve will come to his senses. You’ll work it out. But be patient, okay? You are safest here.”

Your shoulders dropped and you blew out an exhale. “If you say so.”

“I do say so,” Dyson said, rising from the bed. “I’ll go get your dinner.”

He’d almost made it to the door when you thought of something. “Dyson?”

Slowly he turned around. He used to do the same at the house where you grew up, an odd moment of déjà vu.

“Keep Steve safe? Please?” You had no idea what Steve was planning but if it involved Barnes and likely Hansen, you knew the danger was great.

Dyson flashed you a knowing smile before he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

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[ornii]

I would like to ask an Ask, how about Vi and Caitlyn with an M!Reader who is an extremely powerful wizard, capable of generating tornadoes when channeling magic.... But he is extremely lazy and prefers to teleport instead of walking, and This usually results in them getting scared by him appearing out of nowhere, and in Vi's case, him getting punched (Unintentionally of course)

“An Acquired Taste”

Vi X M! Reader X Cait

The Sun rose solemnly on the island of Forgrove, An island resting miles off of Piltover. Upon that island was a Strong fortress, moreso a castle, inside said castles Royal bedroom, a prince awoke from his rest and tries to keep the sun out of his eyes. Entering his Royal bedroom was a man, seemingly nonexistent, entirely blue, glowing like a pearl.

“Your highness, it is morning. A bath has been drawn for you.” He said, the prince grumbles but kept his attitude to himself, in a flash of blue light he disappears into his Bathroom, reappearing into his Bath. He slowly sunk deeper into the water, letting the aches of the past wash away. His blue servant enters and gives him his speech.

“My Lord, the crops have come in fine this season, the walls are still strong and require little maintenance sire. All seems well…” he says, the young Prince kept silent, until he sat up and stretched.

“Good, as per usual..”

“Although..” The servant says, and he stops.

“Although what?” He asks.

“There was a letter?” He says, “Directed to you, Lord (Y/n).” He says, (Y/n) sighs and stands up, stepping out of the hot soothing water and with a snap of his fingers, Royal towels float over begin to dry his body.

“From Piltover.. specifically their council.”

“Oh, and here I thought it was from someone important..” (Y/n) says a bit saddened. Teleporting back to his room, with a wave of his hand, his closet opens up to seemingly endless space. He begins to search for what to wear. “Toss it away like the others…”

“But sir, this was Signed by.. Lady Kiramman.” He Said, (Y/n) stops searching and halts, hearing it. His clothes begin to attach to his body, dressing him.

“If memory serves, house Kiramman served yours very diligently…” the servant in blue reveals the letter.

“.. What does it say?” (Y/n) asks.

“For your Appearance at the council, it seems urgent, at your earliest convenience.” They say… should I still burn it?” He asks.

“No, prepare the ship… we’re heading back to Piltover..” he says, now fully clothed and dressed. While he prepares for the journey, Piltover was slowly coming to a boil with its civil unrest, the prince may be able to resolve this. More importantly, Caitlyn of the Kiramman family was given an “important” task.

“Watch the Prince?” Caitlyn asks her mother, as she stood across her mother, who sat upon her desk, writing a letter. “This seems the least of our problems.” Caitlyn said complaining to her mother, who calmly puts down her Quill and Pen, she looks up to her daughter.

“Caitlyn, I understand this may not be the order you wish to hear but this must be seen through, the prince will be able to assist us with the control of Hextech, and keeping it from the hands of our enemy. This is an important task I am giving you..” She said, Caitlyn was convinced but reluctantly agreed, leaving her room, caitlyn let out a sigh of frustration outside her mothers room. A voice came from nearby, leaning against the wall, Vi.

“So, had fun?” She Said, Caitlyn was fuming.

“No, I have babysitting duty. For a prince!”

“Another big wig asshat, fun.” Vi says to herself as she follows caitlyn down the hall.

“He isn’t a Bigwig, hes the son of former council members, mother always said such good things about them, but they died during the revolt…so we took their place.” The duo exit the councils building and make their way to the docks, awaiting the arrival of the Prince.

“So, when will we know this guys coming?” Vi asks, before she can respond something comes in the horizon of the water. The head of a large ship moving at high speeds, it was made of a deep auburn wood, seemingly brand new. The head of the ship was a woman adorned in armor. Soldiers of blue March out of the ship, their bodies intangible to reality it seems, and from the under of the ship the Wizard walks out, now dressed in his dinner jacket and brooch combination. He didn’t look particularly amused to see Piltover. He walks off his ship to the docks, Caitlyn and Vi have never seen magic so effortlessly wielded. (Y/n) wasn’t paying much attention to them. He approaches them, and Caitlyn takes the mantle to go first.

“Um.. Welcome your highness to Piltover.. we’re glad to have you.” She says, (Y/n) wasn’t saying much, he thinks.

“It looks worse since I left… are you servants?” He asks, Vi opens her mouth to say something probably insulting but Caitlyn intervenes.

“No, we’re to escort you to the council.”

“Ah, I can get there on my own…” he says. “But my mother wishes for us to personally—“ Caitlyn begins her bargain, but (Y/n) poofs out of existence right in front of them, Caitlyn was actually speechless and Vi smirked.

“Wow, you were so boring you made him stop existing—“

“Shut it! We have to find him!” She looks around to see he’s walking past them. He’s searching for something and eyes the building. He then snaps out of place again, in a flash of light he appears before the council, shocking many. He looks around in the center to the members seeing his profound arrival. His eyes trace to Lady Kiramman. He gives a small bow of courtesy.

“Lady Kiramman.” He says, she quickly adjusts herself and stands up.

“My Lord.” She says, “Council Members, this is Lord (Y/n) of The Island of the Gold Moon. Profound In all of the magical arts, he will be a valuable asset in the management of magic and Hextech.” She explains, “But… where is Caitlyn?” She asks.

“…Who?” (Y/n) replies.

“My Daughter? The girl who was meant to bring you here?” She says, (Y/n) slowly began to piece together it all, the perfectly shaped nose, the beautiful blue ocean eyes, the long gorgeous hair, she’s the spitting image of her mother. Perfect and Beautiful, (Y/n) puts his hand on his face in dismay.

“Dammit.” He murmurs, and as if on queue, a pair of girls burst into the room, Caitlyn and Vi. They see the Wizard and their mother.

“I apologize Lady Kiramman, I didnt know it was your daughter.” He says, and then turns to Caitlyn.

“I apologize for ditching you, I suppose I should have listened to you, now.. well I suppose I’m all ears.” He says, Lady Kiramman was the first to explain.

“We you’ve heard before, our rising issues with Hextech and those who seem to wish to destroy us, Jayce can give you more information.” she sits back down and (Y/n) folds his arms and turns to face this Jayce Talis, he’s heard things about his genius.

“So, what do I need to know?” (Y/n) begins, Jayce fiddles with a pen, upset at having to ask for help from a Wizard.

“Hextech was meant to be a stepping stone towards a future not bound by old ideals and superstition. But with all this power we have, it seems someone is looking to use it to tear down everything we’ve been building. Hextech can power generators, teleportation devices, but also weapons of power we can’t even fathom.” Jayce wasn’t very thrilled with all of this, his greatest achievement used to wipe what he loved off the face of this hunk of rock.

“And you wish for someone actually proficient in magic to fix the situation. Why am I not surprised.” (Y/n) shakes his head.

“But why should I help you? I have no stake in this…” (Y/n) says, the council members murmur slightly to themselves. One stood up, beautiful with amazing dark skin and gold accents to adorn her body. Mel was her name.

“Piltovers finances, even with our current situation, are better then they have in the last decade, we have the means to pay you very handsomely for it—“ Mel begins, but (Y/n) cuts her off.

“Miss, I own a castle, an entire garden of food and a ship worth this entire building. I am not feigned for money…” he admits, Mel keeps her calm look and slowly sits down. (Y/n) then turns to Jayce.

“I have no reason to help you, or really anyone. Piltover was my Home until a certain uprising occurred, and my parents perished for the selfishness of a bunch of council members, who couldn’t look past their own noses for the safety of others.” (Y/n) has scorn in his voice, the small sense of victory was felt as he turned to leave.

“A word of advice, do not mettle with things you cannot control, so this won’t happen again.” He takes one step to leave before a hand grabs his wrist, he turns to see it was Caitlyn, in a desperate plea.

“My mother always talked so honorably about your family, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I know your family. Please, not for us but all of Piltover and the Undercity, they don’t deserve to be caught in a civil war.”

Caitlyn’s plea was passionate, and honest, Vi stepped up to him, “My family’s from the underground too, I didn’t want them caught up in all of this either, Cmon…” she was the last nail in the coffin. (Y/n) sighed, “Fine.” A small Look of relief was on the faces of Vi and Cait.

“I’m going to need a laboratory… and assistants.” (Y/n) says, and grabs the two girls by the wrists.

“Luckily, I already have two.” He said, Vi turns to him.

“We don’t know shit about magic..” Vi said

“You don’t need to, warm bodies work well enough. Plus for my type of Assistance, you’re perfect.. I have an acquired taste in them.”

[accidentwithapen]

Hiii!!! GIGS in Space AU Once Again on my mind so heres a quick plot rundown allll put in one post

If you read through this all i love you <3

If not, have this grian doodle anyways

So Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Skizz are all prisoners in this like,,, dystopian space society. All are imprisoned for different reasons:

- Grian is a vandalist, doing graffiti and setting minor explosions around different government/company sites. When arrested and asked why he does what he does, he claims "it's about the principal"

- Impulse worked as a mechanic for a major company, but an incident resulting in a death and 3 injuries gets wrongfully pinned on him. He still believes that all circumstances surrounding his arrest are just one big misunderstanding. The company, however, doesnt care.

- Skizz is a hacker, and good at it too. He logs into the system of the same company Impulse worked for, and subsequently gets caught red-handed.

- Nobody knows why Scar is arrested. There are many rumors spread around the prison wing that he and Grian are in that Scar is Secretly A Mob Boss for the Con Corp. family. But surely someone so clumsy and silly cant possibly be so powerful, right? thats what Grian thinks, anyways.

So these doofuses have two options.

1. they can serve their sentence rotting in a shitty space prison with Nothing To Do and being forced into manual labor

2. they can get out slightly earlier after enough time spent doing Community Service

They go for the second one, which Happens to be gathering extraterrestrial data for Impulse's old Company (i need a name for it dear god its ridiculous at this point). So after all independently choosing the community service option, they get grouped into a squad of the four of them and get sent out to different semi-abandoned planets to hunt monsters/ghosts/aliens and collect data. What they eventually figure out is that the reason they are given so much freedom with their community service is that they are not intended to survive. They devise an escape plan and on their third mission together, they successfully escape together.

Its important to note that Scar and Grian came from the same cell block, so Grian decides to tell Skizz and Impulse about the mob boss rumors (as a prank, of course), and warns them that Scar Doesn't Like Swearing. basically scaring everyone into facing these cosmic horrors with a PG attitude

So the GIGS escape with a real shitty spacecraft and are on the run from the government (theres no way they're gonna succeed like this) up until they get captured. but not by the government.

They get captured by morally gray, filthy rich, weapons manufacturer Doc. (or his hitman at least, one Geminitay)

Doc explains to the GIGS that he has paid all of their bail fees, and now they must work off their debt to him. as delivery boys.

Doc enlists Gem to look after the GIGS during their deliveries. Gem Does Not Like This but shes not gonna say no to her boss.

Basically the rest of it is a silly stupid sci fi sitcom about funny found family doing goofy delivery missions and learning more about each other along the way.

Oh, and remember those rumors about Scar? Theyre all true. And there are Consequences for his absence in the family....

Heres some extra little character notes:

- While Impulse believes his arrest was a genuine mistake at first, during their second bout of community service, he and skizz discover how little the company actually cares about its employees and Impulse gets real mad that his entire livelihood is a lie and goes ham and wrecks some shit (good for him)

- Gem was taken in by Doc at a very young age, with life-threatening injuries. Doc used his experience with mad sciencery to fix her up with whatever he had on hand, mostly animal parts. now shes a hybrid.

- Gem sees Doc as a father figure, but has No Clue how to express that so from her perspective shes just Really Loyal to her boss and doing nothing more than paying off a life debt.

- Grian has a mycelium infection running up his arm that he keeps secret from everyone else. the first in the group to find out about it is Gem

- Scar uses mobility aids of many varieties, but mostly uses a cane with robotic leg splints on missions

Anyways thats all for now, if you wanna see some more doodles and stuff you can look around my gigs in space tag!!