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Summary:
During the early years of Fire Lord Zukoâs reign, noblewomen from across the nations are summoned to court as candidates for Fire Lady, each expected to win the favor of a nation that now calls him its hopeâwhile among them is Lady (Yourname) Weilian of Ba Sing Se, determined to uncover the truth behind her familyâs massacreâand the prince whose voice set it in motion.
Pairing: Fire Lord! Zuko x fem! Reader
The Selection Arc
CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER 2: THE WEILIAN FAMILY
CHAPTER 3: ROAD TO FIRE NATION
CHAPTER 4: LOTUS STEPS
CHAPTER 5: A WOMAN WORTH NOTICING
CHAPTER 6: A TIRED, HANDSOME MAN
Of the dragon Arc
CHAPTER 7: THE DEAD DO NOT STAY SILENT
CHAPTER 8: DRAGONS IN THE PALACE
CHAPTER 9: THE DRAGON'S WARNING
CHAPTER 10: THE LAST DRAGON
CHAPTER 11: ASHES BETWEEN SIBLINGS
CHAPTER 12: FORGIVENESS CAN YOU IMAGINE
How to end the Selection Arc
CHAPTER 13: ARTS OF THE DRAGON
CHAPTER 14: THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE
CHAPTER 15: DRUK
CHAPTER 16: A HAREM??!
CHAPTER 17: PREPARE YOURSELF
CHAPTER 18: I REFUSE- mature content, read at your own risk
NOTE TO GUIDE READERS
(Yourname)- (yourname)'s physical appearance depends on the readers, but as a default, she/they have honey eyes and chestnut brown hair.Â
Her birthday is December 21, the winter solstice(sorry if you guys canât decide on your own, but itâs for something.)
Backstory stiff- She is the adopted daughter of Lord Weilian and his wife when she is only thirteen. She is from the Fire Nation originally, and yes, she can firebend, she chooses not to after the incident (like Shoto in mha s1)
(yourname) Fashion style is like the Manchurian fashion Qinzhuang, and I use the outfits in The Story of Yanxi Palace as my basis (mostly Empress Fuca and Wei Ying Luo)
Pairing: John Shelby x Reader
Word Count: 5,000
Warning(s): CNC, choking, degrading language, offensive language, power imbalance, power dynamics. Fingering and vaginal sex. Slight voyeurism. It's smut, expect smut. The CNC is more on a fantasy level than actual CNC, so some situations in this may be slightly triggering.
Summary: John finds the new stable keep eyeing him and his wife, and decides to let her get a taste herself.
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This is submission #1 in my 'Spin Me' taboo challenge. I will not be tagging those who played just in case you don't want to read what you got. Just because some taboo kinks may be uncomfortable for you. So you can pick and choose which ones you like!
If you do read, please consider reblogging and commenting. Likes are lovely, but comments and reblogs are helpful! :) Thank you!
She wasnât sure what her job title actually was. Just a village girl looking for money in the city to send back to the farm. But none of them dusty, stuffy, jail like factories did it for her. With monotonous work, day in and day out. Long and dreary, depressing and gray. She decided if she were to work in one of them, she best just pitch herself off in the canal. Better to be dead than a human machine.Â
Her father knew a bloke in Birmingham. A factory owner, but also a stable owner among fifty other occupations. His brother needed someone to help out in his stables. Clean out the shit, move around the hay, feed the horse. You know, the shit a stable keep does. And father sent her to Birmingham, and when good olâ Tommy Shelby realized she wasnât looking to make his morning tea or sweep dust from his tables, he laughed. Is somethinâ funny? I been working horses since I was five. There were three of them, sitting around in a pub. Nursing on whiskey and puffing on whatever they chose to smoke. They shared looks of amusement, but the youngest agreed, not really feeling the idea of a man alone with his wife when he wasnât around. Besides, a young woman could be helpful with the lot of bastards.Â
He brought her home with him that day. The first thing she noted was, he looked like a really classy gangster. She knew from the rings on his fingers and the way he walked. However, he had a certain level of charm and softness the other two lacked. He opened the door for her and any time his eye caught hers, heâd smile.Â
It made the drive to his home on the outskirts smooth and unnerving. John Shelby. The eldest was Arthur, the middle was Tommy. Well, wouldnât John be the middle if they also had two other siblings? Hm, she was a middle child, too. She remembered asking him that day if he thought Finn would be expected to travel for work, too, being the baby? Your parents spoil âem, hm? No parents here, no.Â
When she met the wife, she was kind and welcoming. Taking over for John, she showed her the room in which she can stay in. Even gave her a tour around the land and asked a whole lot of questions. Gypsies, she thought, werenât really much different than the farmers like herself. The first dinner that they all broke bread was nice. More filling than anything sheâd ever gotten at home. And when she pushed aside the fact he had a razor in his cap, they looked nothing less than a normal family. Loving and sweet, and rather joyfull. Unbothered by anything.Â
Working for John wasnât awful. She got up early and worked some morning hours, took a break at noon before doing the evening keep. In the beginning, heâd often check in at some point of the day and linger just enough to crack a joke or two. But as weeks went on, his lingers got longer. His gazes felt less casual and more purposeful. Iâm surprised you care so much about your looks out here, he had teased one day, his eyes skimming over her bare legs. Sheâd been wearing a simple frock dress. It was quite thin and hardly a thing to wear working horses. Just a bit hot is all, Mr. Shelby. Never one to read anything properly, she did hoops trying to understand why his hand dropped from her shoulder to her lower back just to help reach a tool. Or why his fingers pressed in.
That night when everyone was already tucked away, she finished fixing something in the stable. She slid in the house and locked up before yawning her way up the stairs. A dim light peeked through their bedroom. The door just slightly cracked. She approached to peek her head in and let them know the job was done for the night, but as she got closer, she heard the familiar creeks of a rocking bed. Stopping, she attempted to step back and go into her bedroom, but she couldnât help the curiosity. He listened for it; the heavy breaths, the low cursing, the tickled moans, and vile words sometimes spoken through sex. She leaned in, looking through.Â
Esme had been leaned over and arched, face in the pillow. All so erotic as his fingers, the same ones that were digging into her flesh earlier that day, dug into her hips. They gripped tightly to keep her perfectly placed and arched for him to thrust. Her breath caught in her throat as he got lost in himself, sliding his hands over his wifeâs back. His body pressed against hers while his hands cupped her breasts. In a daze like state, his tongue slid between her shoulders before biting playfully at her shoulder. Esmeâs moans were getting throaty and deeper, begging while her thighs spasmed.
Watching, the little stable keep felt the familiar tingle of arousal build between her thighs. Just as she was about to feel down, John's eyes opened and caught her glance. Panic struck, she felt her feet glued to the ground, unable to move. Their empty stares continued for what felt like eternity. Thoughts and images of every worse outcome overwhelmed her. In the morning, sheâd be fired. Or worse, now she'd have to walk back to her farm. But slowly he grinned and sent her a wink before pulling back and slamming into Esme, the empty air filling with a whimper of want and need.
She immediately stepped back and disappeared in her room, slamming the door shut. Falling on her bed, her heart thumped in anxiety. When the moans died down, she heard one of them climb from the bed and tread down the hall. Slowly, she climbed under the covers, not caring to wash. She watched as the shadow went past her door and she eased into the mattress, letting out some of the pressure. Would he tell Esme?Â
But worst of all, would they say anything to her? She practiced in her head, I thought you were up and I wanted to let you know I fixed the thing.Â
It wasnât easy, but she eventually fell asleep. Then the next morning, instead of going to breakfast, she got up early enough everyone was still in their rooms, and slipped out the door to head to the stables. There was no rush in getting to the tasks. She took her time, looking over the horses, paying attention to their manes. Kindy scratching along their cheek with her nails. They were gentle horses. Mostly used for farm work or hobby, long retired from the racetrack. She pressed her nose to his, rubbing it in soft circles.
She was entirely entranced in the moment, not noticing him stepping in. John watched her, still wearing casual trousers and a white undershirt. His suspenders rested at his sides. Most saw John dressed in fine pressed suits with perfectly slicked hair. But that day, his hair strayed, and bangs tickled over his forehead. He took careful strides forward, his hands meeting gently at her hips. He watched the corner of her eyes; they shot open and her fingers froze over the horse. Her body became tense, and she slowly turned her head, blinking. He spared her no look, his hands massaging through her clothing; rubbing up and down her sides, snaking his hands around her waist. She was greeted with his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, taking a deep inhale. Slowly, the corners of his lips tugged up into a grin. An all too knowing grin that she was weak for the male touch. His tongue flicked upward at her sensitive, pure skinânever been cursed by a manâs touch.Â
Her bottom lip quivered, and she fought the words. Her hands rested over his, her fingers fighting to peel them off. âMr. Shelby,â she whispered, a little shake in her voice. But she was unsure it was radiating from the buzz in her head; her nerves shaking and body uneasy. Or this heat building up in her core, radiating over her. Closing her eyes, letting out a long sigh, she thought back to that moment. The way he looked at her and winked.Â
John let out a taunting, throaty chuckle. His lips dragged along her neck over the curve of her jaw to the back of her ear. His cool, wet lips placed a lingering kiss. âI saw that hand. Where it was going, what it wanted to do. My only question is, why did you stop?â His hand moved up, his fingers pressing at her skin. The palm of his hand pressed over her right breast, massaging lightly, inviting himself to all of what her body had to offerânot caring to ask or confirm. Because he already knew. He felt the low vibration of a repressed moan, fighting to come out.Â
She tried to answer him, feeling her thighs press together.Â
âShhh,â he hummed. âSomebody likes to watch, dirty girl. Yet so bloody fookinâ shy about it. You should have stayed there, lifting your dress up.â His words started to trail off into low mumbles of gibberish, his nose caressing circles against her cheek. âMy wife would have loved that, you know? You watching her. Thatâs her favorite position, being a whore. All bent over, holes nice and exposed for me.â His hand lifted up, feeling along her rosy, warm cheek. Clear embarrassment laid out on her face. She felt humiliated. His finger snagged a curl, coiling it around his finger. âBut do you know whatâd get her off even more? Watching me teach my naughty, dirty little stable keep a lesson. You dirty little voyeur, I bet youâre into some nasty shite, huh? If you like watching people like that.âÂ
She pushed back on him, flaring in panic. âNo! No, no, no. I swear it was an-â
John stepped away, turning her, pressing her back gently against the wooden stable. Tilting her chin gently just enough for sheâd look at him, he smiled. âSomeone is only shy because they got caught, hm?â There was no way he was going to allow her to get away with standing there, acting small and innocent with her quivering chin. His hand found its way to her inner thigh, and only squeezed harder when she flinched. Really just a weak attempt at hiding all the curiosities in her head. âYou should take the day. Hike the road heading to the pond.â
Her shoulders eased as he let go, giving her space. âIâm sorry?â she asked, pushing up straight, her eyes looking around for any inkling that someone was watching them.Â
âI have some people coming to look at the stable,â he said, but he really meant his brother needed to talk to him and it was no business for some stable keep. âYou can come back out at nine. You should come back out here at nine to feed âem dinner. Nine, at nine, eh?â
Nodding as she walked backwards, fingers playing with the fraying hems of her frocks. Her boots left heavy indents trekking in the mud. She reached the door, and looked over her shoulder. âNine?â
With one nod, he said, âexactly nine.â And before she could leave, he asked her something she hadnât quite understood. âYour color. What would yaâ say is your favorite one?â Purple. He smirked at that and winked. âPurple.â Like a nice bruise.Â
Nine? When the clock struck 8:55 at night, she questioned what was so important at nine? There was a hint of something sinister in his tone, and she wondered if Esme would enjoy it so much, why did they have to meet in the stable at nine at night. But the curiosity only filled her with more desire; to know what John Shelby had planned, if anything. But knowing him, he did. All Shelbyâs were meticulous in their actions. Slipping out the door, she quietly treaded through the soft rain kissed grown, leaving her little trail of shoe prints. It was such a quiet night. Quiet and clear. Except for the creaking of wood when she hit the stable and perhaps the distant sound of spring crickets humming.Â
Questioning whether or not she should wait for him, or actually feed the horses, she started to roll down her tights and fold up her dress sleeves. Grabbing buckets of feed, she threw it over the wooden gate. Iâve only come out to feed the horses, is what she told herself, perhaps trying to convince herself that it was only a request. It was simply her job. But his hands and the way they travelled over her body, teasing at the idea of fucking her.Â
But for fucks sake, she was so oblivious to it all. Out of all the men a Shelby could have hired, they hired her. A fucking village girl with a body. A nice one that swayed anytime she walked. And John would fucking hate to admit it, but village girls were so goddamn daft. Tired of whores and pub slags, having something linger around was something different. A little piece of ass that his eyes could follow, and Esme never gave a fuck. John, since the day she slid into his car, was watching her. It was only lucky that she fell into the trap; hearing them fuck. God, a naughty little thing, standing at the door. Unable to move, and caught in the wind of her own curiosities and desires. That little pathetic attempt at easing that heat between her legs, rolling up her excuse of a dress, only to quickly stop. Shyness was such a thing. The urge to break it, to run his teeth down its delicate skin, and tangle his hands in its hair for the simple purpose of hearing it cry out. So, yes, he fucking looked. For fucks sake, Esme lookedâŚthey all looked.
She was inching towards the back stall of the stable, fussing about enough that horses formed an opinion that she was fucking crazy. Just about to grab the tools, the door creaked. The moonlight glow seeped through, and she turned, but said nothing. John Shelby stood there, blocking the exit, his arms crossed over his chest. His jaw tightened. She questioned if it really was all to do with his little game or was he drinking? He stepped forward. âWhatâs this, eh?â he said, nodding to her hardly covered legs. âMiddle of the night.â
She looked around him, eyes slightly narrowed. âFeeding the horses?â she answered, a bit unsure.Â
He looked past her, noting her empty hands. âWith what?â She turned toward the grain sack, and nodded over to it, but itâd been a new sack. John cracked a little grin, all knowing as his strides became taunting. Her heart skipped a beat, and her only solution was to reach for the sack to open it, forgetting why they were both in such a place at such a time. His strides were longer than anticipated, and he was quick to grab her upper arm hard enough she whined out, and fought back with a tug.Â
There was an unusual guttural tone to his voice that she never noticed before. The harder she tugged, the more he pulled, his fingers pressing into her flesh. Sheâd only worn a thin white frock, meant to be more of an undergarment than a standalone piece. And she skipped out on anything proper, like shoes, for one. But dressing to societyâs standards was never the village girlâs norm. Nor was it for most girls and women of her background. John pushed back as he walked until her back hit the wooden gate of an empty stall. Flimsy, it shook and the metal locks clattered. âAlways fookinâ teasing me. Acting so innocent, but knowing exactly what youâre doinâ,â he said, low and laced with a growl. He leaned down to her level, and in a whisper much softer and kinder, âdo you remember your favorite color?â Her body eased slightly and she nodded. âRepeat it. I want to hear you say it.â
Swallowing the hard lump down, she said, âp-purple.â It was hardly even a whisper, but a cracked voice. She felt her nerves set on fire. How one could be so nervous, but excited at the same time, she couldnât comprehend.Â
John smirked at her ear, his hand letting go of her arm, tickling down to her waist. He held her, teasingly swaying. âGood girl.â And that made her melt, her knees buckling. She reached out to hold on to his white undershirt. âYou just say that anytime things get a little too much.â His lips dragged along her jawline before hovering over hers. His whiskey tinted warm breath meeting her sensitive lips. âI have a tendency,â he whispered, pinching her chin. âOf getting a little tooâŚintense.â Her breath hitched as her body leaned against the stall. All her other options were blocked either by hay stacks, sacks of grain, or hm. How he stood so tall above her, making every fiber of her being feel small. John smiled down at her as his hands roamed over her arms; up and down, teasing and enjoying how each touch only added to the mass of goosebumps.
She rolled her shoulders, shaking him off. âMr. Shelby, we canât-â
He snorted at that, his hands finding their way to her waist, squeezing and massaging up the sides as he pushed in further. His body pressed up against hers, feeling heavy and domineering. And any time sheâd try to back up, he just pressed her harder against the door. âLet me see you, eh?â he teased, hands teasing back around to cup her breasts, squeezing. Only a thin fabric shielding her. âNo bra,â he pointed out under his breath, more in thought. His eyes fluttered up, his brows arched, almost to sayâŚare you serious?Â
 Embarrassed, she averted her attention downward. Hissing under her breath, she said, âlet go of me.â He chuckled at her weak attempt to wither from his grasp. Because in the end, there was nowhere for her to go. He had her cornered, tightly and every bit to his advantage.
He met her face, grinning ear to ear. Before he spoke he spat downward at her feet. John was hardly trying, really, to fondle her. His hands just went naturally where they belonged; caressing and grabbing her sides, holding her perfectly in place. Sheâd fucking love this, he thought to himself, knowing Esme would be sat up on the table, hand already between her legs. Slap her around a bit, John, sheâd say. He was bloody fucking sure of it! âYou canât fuckinâ do shit, can you? Hm?â The barn echoed with his low chuckle as he gave her cheek a nice olâ tap. âCanât fucking say shitâcanât fucking do shit, you understand? Hm? Because you been walking around here the way you fuckinâ do, wearing what youâre wearing-â
âJ-john,â her lower lip quivered. She raised her hand, pushing it against his chest. But the way she buckled under him gave away all her intentions.
âDonât,â he warned, sliding a hand up and behind her neck, grabbing it and tilting her up. She cried out in a wince, reaching to meet his hand. But before she could fiddle with the death grip of his fingers, his hand cupped her right tit roughly; squeezing the sensitive flesh. Between his fingers, he pulled and pinched at her nipple before slapping the sensitive flesh. She whined, trying to avoid looking at him. âYou want me to stop? Hm?â he asked, flick the hardening bud. He watched as her mouth opened, but no words came out. The grip on the back of her neck tightened and his voice raised. And he turned her head, releasing her nipple to land a few good slaps. âI asked you if you wanted me to fuckinâ stop!â Specks of spit hit her lips. âHuh? Do you?!â Leaning in, his voice evened out. âSay the fuckinâ word, but if you donât, Iâm going to continue. Understand me, eh?â But she just froze there. Sighing, he released her neck and made her look at him. âIf you donât say the magic word, your favorite color, I wonât stop.â She swallowed the hard lump in her throat, her body feeling electric. She nodded.Â
After giving him that final bit of permission, she gave a weaker attempt at pushing his chest. John shoved her around, and forcibly arched her over the grain sacks. Her legs kicked as she cried out when her cheek hit the sack. The rough fabric burned at her skin. Quickly, his hand was at her mouth, pressing hard to suppress any cry. âYou keep makinâ all these noises,â he chuckled into her ear, nibbling at her lobe while his foot kicked open her legs. âAre you trying to be the village slut? Letting everyone listen to you get your cunt beat.â She felt herself arch her ass a little more when his other hand grabbed at her thumb, rubbing up before snaking inward. A low moan vibrated against his hand as he felt her bare folds. âAnd no fucking knickers, as expected. You really were searching for this, werenât you?â You canât get angry at a man for being a man.
Johnâs fingers felt up and down her folds, her arousal wet and sticky, and very much begging in need. She shuddered, her body twitching as it was all a new sensation. Odd, really. That was her first initial thought. His fingers played at her folds, just gently skimming over her clit, not wanting to rush. Lazily, almost, as he found his rhythm. He followed her lead in the way she whined and whimpered, and her hips jerked. Clearly finding the need within her for more. The corner of his mouth lifted up in a knowing grin as his middle finger pushed in, curling up. When she jerked a bit too hard, he pressed his weight on her harder. âShhhh.âÂ
His finger pumped in and out, sparing all mercy. If she wanted to tempt him, he was going to give her exactly what she was looking for. She knew exactly where to touch and what buttons to push, and when to withhold. Finding her g-spot easily, he paid special attention to it, pressing up and rubbing while his thumb did everything possible to tease her begging clit. He rubbed around it in teasing, tormenting circles. So much was happening and she couldnât begin to understand the sensations clearly. Her leg kicked back as she cursed under her breath. John watched as her nails clawed at the sacks, fraying the straw claw. Red and rosy, her cheeks had the look of embarrassment. âSomeone didnât think theyâd give in so easily, did they?â he whispered as he left a lingering kiss below her ear. She cried something muffled into his hand. It sounded like please. John kept his movements as he removed his hand. âWhat? Hm?â
She was breathless, taking all the air she could. Please, she wanted to say please. His fingers felt so slow and purposely evil. More. Her body ached for more, and she no longer gave a fuck that her brain was confused. She was sick of hanging by the edge. In a hoarse voice, she said, âple-â
He cut her off, shoving his index and middle finger in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged on them, her fingers clawing harder. âEnough of that, hmm? Weâre good.â He teased at how wet she was. The drag and thrust of his fingers drove deeper each time, trying to pull her just about over that edge she so desperately wanted. Or not. He wasnât quite decided, yet. He felt her tightening around him, and there was some resistance. âRelax, relax,â he cooed, breaking character just slightly as he thumbed pressed against her clit, rubbing in rhythmic circles. A pace that fluttered through her body, bringing an overwhelming pleasure.
She hummed, vibrating at the feeling. Toes curling, thighs shaking, it broke within her. Her cheeks flushed a hot red as she moaned on his fingers. Drool dribbled over the sides of her mouth, traveling between her tits. The wave shocked through her so quickly her head felt fuzzy and under water. John smiled, watching her ride the wave, and he gently rubbed her back before his hand worked at his trousers. His cock free, already leaking needily with precum. One handedly, he positioned her hips before pressing his hand on her back.Â
She looked over her shoulders at him, fluttering his eyes. John winked, his hand stroking his cock, positioning it right at her cunt. He let out a sigh as he slowly pushed forward. She tightened around him, tense as she whimpered. John chuckled, giving her bottom a nice spank. Yelping out, she whined, âJohn!â
âYou take it,â he said, nonchalantly, pushing deeper. âYou take it like the dirty girl you are. Just like you wanted. Just how you begged.â The stretch made her cry out. John loved a little pain hearing the cries and yelps. But he didnât want to scare the girl. And so he went easy, making sure her body was adjusted perfectly for him. She played into his games, trying to pull away. He leaned over her, pressing his body heavily over herâs. His hands rested on her shoulders, pulling her deeper with each thrust.Â
His hips jolted and snapped against hers, his rhythm getting messier the better she felt. It was almost embarrassing for him how fast he felt his balls clenching. Arrogantly, he often teased about how he wasnât the type to bust a nut so quickly. Johnâs fingers tightened, nearly bruising the sensitive flesh of her shoulders. Her hips twitched under his ragged, rough thrusts. Surprisingly finding herself trying to move her ass back to meet them. Each time they met, a long, but sweet moan would slip her lips.Â
He didnât want to cum, yet. There was still so much to do to make her squirm and whimper. He found himself, pausing between thrusts, grunting in her ear. âF-fuck,â he stuttered in the crook of her neck, peppering kisses. âFuckinâ tight, fuckinâ beautiful.â John bit lightly at her neck, vibrating low moans. âAnd so easy, you fuckinâ submit so easy, you know know that?â His hips jerked, holding that edge the best he could. hand stayed tight over your mouth. It was unbearable. The pressure she felt in her core, and how fucking badly she wanted him to consume her.
She turned her head to nibble at his finger playfully. âAm I allowed to beg you now? To say please-â
âShhhh,â he cooed, that hand slipping to a place that felt very much like home to both of them; tightly around her neck. She whimpered, begging, as he tilted her just enough so he could peck her trembling lips. And when she tried to take it upon herself to move her hips back and take control, he pressed harder, keeping her still. Whispering against her lips, he told her, âbehave, hm?â His lips teased at hers, landing soft pecks before dragging his teeth against her jawline. Â
He started up slow again, allowing them both to build up to that edge. Just for a moment, he wanted to enjoy the softness of her low, soft whimpers and whines. It allowed him to really feel the tightness and clenching of her cunt, and how it begged for him. He picked up the pace when the edge was too much, too high. Neither being able to comprehend words or thoughts, they soaked in the moaning. The sounds of their moans and bodies filling the air around them. Building up, all the sensations overwhelmed him. His thrusts jerked and got sloppy, and his breaths got ragged. It was right there. He chuckled as her hand reached back, trying to push at him.
The thought of him finishing in her, filling her, and potentially leaving her with something, made her body tense. âJohn, donât-â
âDonât what, hm?â he teased, kissing at her temple. âFinish in you?â He was going to. He had to, no, he yearned for it. Filling her up that it dripped beautifully out. She tried to beg, her hands pathetically flaying. One handedly, he reached up and held her hands down. âSpeak up!â
âJohn!â she cried, feeling suffocated by the weight of him.
He jerked harder and faster, laughing. Feeling far too consumed by his own pleasures. âCanât fuckinâ hear you!â Every time sheâd attempt to say an ounce of protest, heâd laugh. Each was met with a counter argument: too good, donât want to stop, ooh I canât stop.Â
I canât stop.
Canât stop.
Canât fuckinâ stop.Â
So you just have to take it.Â
In the midst of his words, he reminded her of their little special word because otherwise, he really wasnât going to stop. At that point he was unsure if he could, truly, stop. Too close to the finish line, the pleasure burdening any ounce of common sense and rationality. âTake it!â he grunted, biting hard at her ear, his grasp on her neck getting harder. âGood girl! Fuckinâ naughty girl for me!â When it finally overtook him, running through him like a shock wave, the moan got stuck in his throat. His hot cum leaked in her core, deep and perfect. Catching up to his breath, he eased his tension and kissed her cheek. âFuck.â She could have sworn she could feel his heartbeat against her back as he rested over her.Â
Whimpering, she wiggled her hips to release herself. Her cunt throbbed from the overstimulation.Â
âStop!â he immediately said, jolting. Breathlessly, he begged, âstop, stopâŚtoo sensitive.â Keeping her in place, he relaxed over her, closing his eyes. Sweat dripped down his temples and his hair was no longer gelled in place. âWeâll take a bath together-â
âWeâre not done?â
Smiling, he said, âif I canât afford the aftercare, I canât afford wrecking you.â
Do you like slendytubbies đđ Hmmm maybe slendytubbies reader I wanna see your take hehe if not its okay! I hope you have a good day
You wont believe it- I DO
I used the shadow tubbie design and make is as y/n! Y/n is working as a caretaker, she took care of the main teletubys.
She also knows Ron and white(she is mostly closer to white)
Other then that, she was the caretaker but it doesn't mean she was very kind or so. She was also strict with them, she was following protocol she was given. The teletabies have mix feelings for her.
Tinky winky: he haves a respect to her, he is the reason on why he is good on hunting. She mostly trained him to be strong for others(to protect them but we know how it end up)
Dipsy: Dipsy doesn't like y/n very much. Mostly because of the shots y/n have to do, dipsy would always get tried because of it. And thats why he gets very tried easily or lazy.
Lala: lala is the most scared of her then the others, even after lala was let out she would always gets nightmares of her.
Po: po is the only one who like y/n the most. Even tho po was the youngest she would always try to look better then others, she wanted to approval from y/n.
Y/n and white relationship
Y/n and white are actual lovers! They always together, working together and rarely get into the fights or arguments.
But after y/n d&#<@[@&h white become quiet, very sarcastic. And lock away in bunker away from everyone so he can work on his work, ron mostly would come over to fix something for white before trying to get white out at last.
â・°⊠Pining!Eugene Korekishi x Female!Reader HEADCANNONS
Synopsis: Eugene pines in a quiet, controlled way, hiding his feelings behind logic and because he overthinks everything. He shows he cares through small actions, but struggles to be vulnerable, worrying that confessing might ruin what they already have.
WC: 828
Reblogs are greatly appreciated <333
A/n: I waffled a little bit at the end sorry if it didn't meet your expectations
Pining!Eugene who was never keen in falling in love, but when he does, it would hit him hard
Pining!Eugene who didnât really pay any attention to you until you ended up joining their friend group, thanks to your bond with Kanzaki over anime and the supernatural
Pining!Eugene who was surprised when he connected with you a lot more easily than he thought he would
Pining!Eugene who slowly began to pay a lot more attention to you after you saw him for who he was and not just the fact that he was a prodigy
Pining!Eugene who didnât think heâd find someone else with his shared love of reading novels, though he did like essays better
Pining!Eugene who began to unconsciously note down your small habits you wouldnât think anyone else would catch
Pining!Eugene who believe it or not, began to overthink every little interaction with you and would wonder whether or not he made a mistake in front of you, and it would eat him alive for the rest of the day
Pining!Eugene whose actions spoke louder than words, he would quietly anticipate any of your needs and fix them before any problems arose.
Pining!Eugene who would go out of his way to do things for you, but make it seem coincidental
Pining!Eugene who comes up with reasons for you two to spend together, such as studying for the upcoming exam or a topic you were struggling with, to not seem like he was eager or had any other intent in trying to impress you
Pining!Eugene who lights up and slightly flusters when you compliment him, even though he usually is calm, as heâs used to people praising him, but for some reason, when it came from you, it felt a lot more meaningful to him
Pining!Eugene who once felt a little upset after seeing you seem so flustered when talking with Kanzaki, concluded that you may have something for his close friend
Pining!Eugene who told himself that heâd give up on his feelings by creating a small unnoticeable distance between the two of you, but how could he when you would constantly check in on him and smile with that sweet face of yours
Pining!Eugene who didnât want to ruin either the friendship you guys had or the bond between him and Kanzaki, so he decided to push his feelings to the back of his mind and never let it resurface
Pining!Eugene who despite making a promise with himself, couldnât hold it in anymore
Pining!Eugene who seemed a little different the next time you saw him, and when you tried asking whatâs up, he asked if you could wait for him after school today
Pining!Eugene who throughout the day was dreading the response he was going to hear, even if it was a rejection, he would rather get everything out of his chest than let any feelings linger and bite him back in the ass if you and Kanzaki ever end up together
Pining!Eugene who saw you standing underneath the cherry blossom trees waiting for him, as most people had already left the school
Pining!Eugene who rarely got nervous, was sweating small bullets as he got closer to youÂ
Pining!Eugene who felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you turn around and wave at him when you finally noticed him coming towards you with a big grin on your face
Pining!Eugene who didnât even let you greet him before he finally told you everything heâs been keeping secret
âI like you, Y/n⌠More than I probably should.â He trailed off but kept eye contact as he wanted to let you know that he was being seriousÂ
Pining!Eugene who paused and waited for your reaction, bracing himself for the worst outcome, still thinking that you liked someone else
Pining!Eugene who didnât expect you to be flustered, as he was anticipating a look of pity and sympathy
âEugene, why do you look so sad? I like you too.â You said with a soft smile
Pining!Eugene who was taken off guard
âReally! I mean, really? I thought you liked Kanzaki,â He exclaimed, a little surprised but happy nonetheless.
You laughed at him, âNow, why is that? Liking Kanzaki in that way? Hell no. Heâs a close best friend of mine, maybe even like a brother.â
Pining!Eugene who explained himself and felt embarrassed when you told him that the times he saw you blushing around Kanzaki were most likely because you would tell him about your crush on Eugene, and he would tease you and would create images of the two of you based on shojo mangas you both read.
âDonât worry, Eugene, it was just all a misunderstanding. You donât have to compete with anyone, okay? I'm definitely sure I like you tooâ
Pining!Eugene who felt the reassurance he needed, he couldnât help but giggle and pull you into a tight hug with a big smile on his face, knowing that heâs finally all yours and youâre all his.
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