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đȘ Slasher đȘ Choose Your Own Ending
pairing: DARK horror movie villain!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasiesâyou're gonna fuck the villain, bucky barnes.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), dark themes and elements, typical horror movie violence (blood, murder, some gruesome descriptions), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, unsafe sadist/masochist dynamic (reader is into it but there are no safe words), dry humping, knife kink, size kink, chase kink, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, rough body play, light spanking, choking, breath play, bratting/brat taming (reader is slightly unhinged), dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, boot riding, dacryphilia, pet names (cottontail, baby), reader passes out during sex, possessive behavior
word count: 13.3k total (11.6k with only the dark ending; 11.9k with only the fluffy ending)
a/n: i really didn't know if i'd be able to finish this fic in time for the end of my Slasher Summer challenge because it's probably one of the most ambitious fics i've ever attempted. it's loosely inspired by the movie The Final Girls (highly recommend) but i couldn't decide how i wanted it to end, so y'all get TWO ENDINGS!! both are included here, with additional warnings down below. i worked really hard on this, so i really hope y'all enjoy!!! đ
The last thing you remembered was the feel of fuzzy static on your tongue, fizzling through your arms and legs and making you feel like every nerve ending in your body was buzzing to life. You had a vague memory of licking something you probably shouldnât have, but then your ears popped and you felt solid ground beneath your feet.
Staticky silence was suddenly replaced by shrill screams of excitement and the mechanical whirring of carnival rides. The rich scents of funnel cakes and popcorn and cotton candy filled your nose, making your mouth water with the desire to eat your weight in fried food.
Blinking your eyes openânot remembering when youâd closed themâyou were met with the entrance to the Bakersfield Fun Fair. The big banner declaring the name of the carnival sparked a hazy recognition deep in your mind, but when you looked around, you didnât quite recognize where you were, and you had no memory of how youâd gotten there.Â
Still, something about the fairground, with its ticket booth and carnival rides and all kinds of stalls selling food or touting games to play for prizes, felt familiar. Like youâd seen it in a dream, or when you were a child the memory was a distant thing.Â
Muggy summer air brushed against your skin with a soft breeze that helped to alleviate the worst of the heat, the air holding a hint of chill as the sun set on the distant horizon. It cast everything you could see, which was mainly just the carnival and the grassy field being used for a parking lot, in a golden glow.Â
Finally, it occurred to you to look down at yourself, finding that you were wearing cutoff jean shorts and a plain tank topâneither of which you recognized.Â
The confusion youâd held at bay suddenly overwhelmed you, making you feel as dizzy as if youâd just ridden the tilt-a-whirl, which you somehow knew was nestled somewhere in the fairgrounds. Your stomach lurched as your mind tried to make sense of where you were and how youâd gotten there. You closed your eyes and tried to think.Â
As you concentrated, memories began to surface in your mind, like you were dragging them up from the depths of a deep, murky lake.Â
It wasnât summer. It was fall, you remembered, and just moments before youâd been curled up on the worn, aged rug in your grandmotherâs basement. You were housesitting for her while she was on a cruise.Â
You remembered closing your laptop, heaving a huge sigh of relief at finishing work for the day, then going down into the basement. Youâd spent countless hours there as a teenager watching movies on the big, boxy TV set, the kind where you could feel the static if you put your hand against the screen. Your favorite movies to watch were the horror onesâŠ
That was it!Â
That was why Bakersfield and the carnival seemed so familiar. Bakersfield was the small town terrorized by the ruthless villain in your favorite horror movie, Slasher, and the final actâs killing spree took place at the townâs annual end of summer carnival. The Bakersfield Fun Fair.
And the villain was Bucky Barnes, a psychotic killer with a sadistic sense of humor and piercing blue eyes.Â
Youâd had a crush on him when youâd first watched Slasher as a teenager, and your attraction to him remained even well into your adult years. Youâd decided to put the movie on because youâd been lonely at your grandmotherâs, figuring a night with your favorite horror movie slasher would be the closest thing to a date you could get.
Once you remembered that, the rest of it came back to you. Youâd been curled up on the rug in front of the TV, and your favorite scene had come on. It was the one where Bucky is cleaning a bullet wound in his shoulderâgiven to him by the movieâs mean girl, right before he brutally stabs her in the headâand he had his shirt off, showing the broad expanse of his muscled chest.
It hadnât been your finest moment, but you were lonely and you got it into your head to lick the screen of the TV over Buckyâs bare chest. And then, that was it. That was all you rememberedâand the feeling of static on your tongue.
Opening your eyes, you looked up at the banner again. You blinked. And blinked again. Then you pinched yourself. You didnât wake up.Â
The sign still read Bakersfield Fun Fair. ButâŠthat was impossible.
Your jaw went slack as you looked aroundâreally looked at your surroundings.
In the time that youâd spent figuring out where you were, the sun had dipped behind the tops of the trees in the forest beyond the fairground, turning the sky pink and orange, fading into a deep cerulean. There was a ferris wheel in the distance, and the canopy top of a carousel off to the side.Â
There were lines of stalls stretching in both directions beyond the entrance to the fair, some with ring toss games and others with milk bottles to be knocked over. Other stalls were selling all kinds of junk food, from cotton candy to candy apples.Â
Everything looked and sounded and smelled real. You could practically taste the funnel cake on your tongue, and feel the powered sugar-covered fried dough melting in your mouth. You could clearly see the faces of all the people milling around the fair, kids breaking off with hands clasped tight around their tickets as they went running down the various rows of stalls.Â
And the closer you looked, the more realized everything was dated. The clothes, the rides, the toy prizes. Everything looked like it was from the early 90s, when Slasher was made. Even your own clothes and the tennis shoes on your feet looked like they were out of the 90s.Â
It was bizarre, and yet, it didnât feel like a dream. But it had to be a dream. Right?
Spinning around in a circle, you decided that had to be the case. It was the only thing that made sense. Itâs not like you couldâve been transported into the world of your favorite horror movie. Stuff like that didnât happen; it broke all rules of physics and other science stuff you didnât understand.
Deciding to just roll with it and enjoy your dream, you shrugged off your confusion and headed into the Bakersfield Fun Fair. While you meandered down one of the lines of stalls, you wondered if youâd see any of the characters from the movie. You wondered if youâd see Bucky.Â
You almost tripped over the grass beneath your feet at the thought, your heart speeding up in your chest and beating excitedly against your rib cage as you considered the possibility of actually meeting your biggest horror movie crush.Â
But your mind didnât stop there. Oh no. You were the girl whoâd decided to lick an old, staticky TV because it was the closest you thought youâd ever get to licking Buckyâs bare chest.Â
Naturally, your mind took the thought of meeting him much further and you thought about fulfilling one of your most cherished fantasies. If you were in the world of Slasher, you wanted to fuck Bucky Barnes.Â
Before youâd ended up at the Bakersfield Fun Fair, in some ultra-realistic dream, the closest you couldâve gotten was finding a guy who looked like Bucky Barnes and try to convince him to wear the Slasher mask while chasing you through the woods.Â
But youâd found yourself in the world of your favorite horror movieâwhether by way of your subconscious dreaming about it, or some breakdown of the space-time continuumâand you had the chance to fuck the actual Bucky Barnes. Giddy excitement flooded through you, and you began skipping down the line of carnival stalls, trying to remember what exactly happens in the final act of Slasher.
It probably shouldâve worried you how unconcerned you were with the possibility that Bucky could kill you before you even got started trying to convince him to fuck you. But it was your dream, so what was the worst that could happen? If he killed you, youâd just wake up horny and dissatisfied, right? Then, youâd have to take care of yourself, which wasnât any different to any other day of your life.
Nah, you were almost entirely certain you were in a dream, and because it was your dream, you wouldnât have too much trouble getting Bucky to fuck you. You just had to find himâŠ
As if right on cue, screams erupted from the opposite end of the fairground, and it sparked your memory. The action at the end of Slasher ramps up when Bucky storms the Bakersfield Fun Fair and the final girl, along with the remainder of her friends, try to set a trap for him.Â
Trying to hid your giddy grin, you raced through the fairground, heading in the direction of the screams. Since youâd remembered the beginning of the end of the movie, you couldnât help but think about what else happens. Bucky carves through the final girlâs friends one by one in various, gruesome ways on the carnival rides at the fair. Then, the final girl eventually traps him by crushing his arm in the gears of the carousel.Â
Bucky doesnât die, of course. He comes back in the sequel, Slasher II, and sports a metal arm that glimmers in the moonlight while he stalks the final girl around Bakersfield all over again. Itâs not nearly as good as the first movie, but Bucky is still very hot, and you watched the sequel nearly as many times as the original when you were a teenager.
You were so distracted by thoughts of Buckyâs prosthetic arm, and what it would feel like to have his metal hand wrapped around your throat while he fucked you, that you didnât realize you were suddenly alone in the fairground, and youâd made it to the Tunnel of Love ride.Â
It was then that you spotted the macabre scene of the final girlâs best friendâyou couldnât remember the characterâs name, it was something boring like Johnâwith his heart ripped out of his chest and held in his limp, dead hands. His lifeless eyes stared unseeingly ahead, looking almost like a movie prop, but so, so much more real.
This particular kill was one of Slasherâs most controversial, you remembered. Half the cult fandom argued it was too on the nose, since the movie heavily implied John was in love with the movieâs final girl and never found the courage to tell her. The other half of the fandom enjoyed the tragic romance of it.Â
Personally, you didnât care much about the kills or the drama between the final girl and the other characters. You really only watched Slasher for Bucky, and only cared about the creativity of the murders when he looked particularly hot doing them.Â
Your mind whirled as you stared at Johnâs dead body, your brain focusing on the Slasher message boards youâd trawled well into your college years, rather than trying to make sense of the horrible sight in front of you. It really, really looked like real blood soaking his clothesâand you could even smell the coppery tang of it in the air.
Instinctively, you took a step back, the grass of the fairground soft beneath your feet. The sun had slipped fully behind the trees of the forest beyond the fairground, casting long, ominous shadows over the scene. Your heart beat harder in your chest, and you took another step back, as if putting room between you and the horrific sight in front of you would somehow make it easier to reconcile.
You took one more step backward and bumped into something solid, something that you knew deep in your bones shouldnât be there.
The smell of blood was stronger suddenly, mixing with an earthy, spicy scent that didnât make sense for the carnival fairground. Holding your breath, you slowly looked over your shoulder and were met with the sight of a black leather-clad chest.Â
Already, you knew it was him. But you dragged your eyes up and sucked in a gasp when you met the piercing blue gaze of Bucky Barnes.
His eyes were filled with a cold hatred that was so visceral, it made your stomach twist in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. Inexplicably, warmth bloomed low in your core, unfurling and reacting to the villainâs presence. Finally, you were face to face with your biggest horror movie crush, and you couldnât help but take a moment to take all of him in.
Bucky Barnes was even bigger and more intimidating than he seemed on your TV screen, and he was more handsome too. His eyes were an electric blue, the color so bright, it seemed like it glowed from within. And his chin-length brown hair fell on either side of his face, highlighting the strong line of his brow and the intensity of his gaze.
The villainâs mouth and nose were covered by the hard plastic mask that matched the utilitarian leather jacket and combat pants he wore with thick, heavy boots. There were straps on the leather jacket that spanned his broad shoulders, and a utility belt around his trim waist where he secured the various knives and weapons he used throughout the movie.
Looking up at his face again, you realized Bucky was so much taller than you expected, standing behind you like a mountain of cold hatred, radiating danger and menace. Unfortunately for you, that only made the heat simmering in your belly burn hotter until you were squeezing your thighs together against the ache building there.Â
You knew your bodyâs reaction to the psychotic murderer was foolish, to say the least, but there was something about the dangerous man that made your heart beat harder, and made you want to spread your legs for him.Â
Glancing down to Buckyâs hand, you saw the big butcherâs knife dangling from his fingers. He hadnât raised it yet, and when you looked back into his eyes, the villain seemed to be watching you closely, as if wondering how you were going to react to him.Â
The longer you went without screaming or running away from him, the more his brows lowered over his eyes. He began to look perplexed.
That was fine, you could work with perplexed.
Carefully, as if dealing with an animal you didnât want to spook, you turned around and set your hands gently on Buckyâs massive chest, your fingertips toying idly with the leather straps on his jacket. Holding his gaze with your own, you slid your hands up to his shoulders and pushed yourself up onto you tiptoes so you could twine your arms around his neck, as if he were your boyfriend and you were welcoming him home.
âHi,â you murmured, your voice coming out breathy as your heart beat wildly in your chest. You fluttered your lashes at Bucky, figuring that if you didnât treat him like a threat, he wouldnât be. And so far, it was working.
The horror villain didnât seem inclined to respond to your shy greeting, so you pressed yourself close to him, enjoying the feel of his hard body against your soft one. Arching your spine, you pushed your tits up in your tank top, as if offering them to him.Â
You were gratified when Buckyâs gaze dropped to your lightly heaving chest, and felt his empty hand twitch against your bare thigh, like he wanted to touch you but was holding himself back. Not that you needed him to touch you to know he was enjoying the feel of you against him.
Buckyâs bulge was already digging into your lower stomach, and you suspected heâd already been hard before youâd pressed against him. But still, you were gratified when, every time you shifted against him, he twitched in his pants, his cock eagerly responding to you.Â
The interest of Buckyâs cock had a smile spreading across your face, making you look like the cat who got the cream as you tipped your head back and grinned shamelessly up at the horror movie villain.
âIs that a knife in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?â you purred, rocking your body against Buckyâs bulge and pressing your chest more tightly to his leather jacket. You were practically rubbing on him like a cat in heat, but you couldnât stop yourself. It felt too good to feel his solid, sturdy form against you.
As you shifted closer, you could feel the tackiness of blood on your arms and chest, and when you glanced down, you saw that some had stuck to you from Buckyâs jacket. It was odd to see the blood on your skin, but it felt like another reminder of what you were doingâand, especially, who you were doing it with.Â
Fire was blazing through your veins as you cast your hooded eyes on Buckyâs face, your mouth going soft as you met his piercing gaze. There was a cold flame in the depths of his blue eyes, one youâd never seen in all the times youâd watched Slasher, and it filled you with pride to realize Bucky liked having you pressed against him.Â
In response to your question, which youâd almost forgotten in the seconds after it passed your lips, Bucky huffed a laugh behind his mask. Then his hands were on your ass, and he was grabbing your soft flesh with an unyielding grip. He hiked you up higher against his chest, using his inhuman strength, and your legs fell open instinctively, so his thick bulge dug into the juncture of your thighs.Â
A wanton moan fell from your lips, your head falling back as you rocked your hips in tiny circles, grinding on Buckyâs hard cock through your clothes. You could feel the flat steel of his knife pressed to the back of your thigh, and your core pulsed at the weaponâs proximity to your most sensitive place, but you didnât have any worry he was going to use it on youânot when he was staring at you with such a greedy look in his eyes.
Bucky growled out, âDumb slut,â as his fingers dug into your ass through your jean shorts, but you were too distracted by humping against the mountain of a man, pleasure swirling through your body and filling your head with cotton candy nothing.Â
All that mattered was grinding against Buckyâs bulge, and the fact that you were finallyâfinallyâgetting to live out your darkest fantasies of fucking the horror movie villain.
âYâknow, I always wondered if killing made your cock hard,â you murmured breathlessly, catching Buckyâs eye and giving him a cheeky grin. âGuess I have my answer now.â You dragged the seam of your shorts up the thick length of Buckyâs cock, drawing a growl from him, your smile spreading wider. âUnless you just have a soft spot for dumb sluts like me,â you said, giggling at your own joke and batting your lashes at him.
Bucky shook his head at you, but not like he was disagreeing with youâmore like he was already exasperated with your antics.Â
âI thought I already killed this townâs biggest slut,â Bucky ground out, and though you couldnât see his mouth or jaw, you somehow knew he was grinding his teeth. His fingers dug harder into your ass, his grip nearly punishing as you squirmed against him.Â
You found an angle that had your clit rubbing against the tip of Buckyâs cock through your clothes and you let your head fall back, a filthy moan spilling from your lips. The obscene sound rose toward the darkening sky above the fairgrounds, loud against the silence that had fallen over the deserted carnival.
When you managed to get control of your tongue again, and pick up the thread of your conversation, you shot Bucky another grin.
âIâm not from Bakersfield,â you purred, pulling yourself closer to Buckyâs face, until your lips were nearly brushing against the hard plastic of his mask. You could feel his breath, hot and heavy, gusting through the slots on the front, making you shiver. Your expression settled into one of fake seriousness as you stared him in the eye. âAnd you have no idea how much of a slut I can be.â
A growl rumbled in Buckyâs chest, and his blue eyes narrowed on you, like a predator deciding on its prey.Â
âIs that a challenge or an invitation, little cottontail?â
He slapped your ass with the flat of his knife, an obvious instruction to keep humping against him.Â
As you followed the order, you choked out a one word answer, âBoth!â Then bit your lip against a moan, hiding your delight at the nicknameâand your surprise that Bucky would call you anything so sweet.Â
But you didnât seem to be grinding against him hard enough, because he dragged the sharp edge of his knife over the backs of your thighs, just beneath the curve of your ass. He didnât press hard enough to break skin, but you could feel the threat in the gesture.
You lost the battle against trembling in the big, horror movie villainâs arms, and whimpered, rocking against him harder as a single tear leaked down your cheek. Pleasure was pulsing through your body, hard and fast, the same rhythm in which your heart beat in your chest.
Bucky rumbled a sound of pleasure, his blue eyes going molten as he watched the tear track down your face. He seemed to have forgotten your conversation entirely, more focused on your smaller body humping against his larger one.
You had long since soaked through your panties, and you could feel your arousal leaking through your shorts, coating your inner thighs in your wetness. But dry humping with Bucky wasnât what you had in mind when youâd fantasized about the horror movie villain through most of your adult years. You needed more, and you had just the ideaâa fantasy youâd long wanted to fulfill. With Bucky Barnes especially.
âI know youâre sort of busy, killing and all that,â you huffed, your body straining to keep rocking against his thick length with the speed he desired. âBut I was wondering if you might want to take a break and play a game with me?â Your voice was hopelessly breathless and breathlessly hopeful, the pleading in your tone blatant as your words pitched higher with your question.Â
Buckyâs brows lowered in confusion. âWhat kind of game?â came his rumbling, distorted voice from behind his mask.
With a flash of a smirk, you shifted one hand to his shoulder, where you remembered the bullet wound would be beneath his jacket. You could feel the slight raise of the bandages beneath the leather, and you dug your thumb into the spot. You were rewarded by a vicious growl and Buckyâs hands falling away from your ass, the cold steel of his knife disappearing from your skin.
Hopping down, you danced a few feet away from the now-enraged psychopathic killer, making sure you were beyond the reach of his long arms, including the length of his knife before you stopped. Something in your core tightened with excitement when Buckyâs cold, blue eyes focused entirely on you. Even the sight of him shaking out his arm seemed somehow threatening.Â
You could see the dark stain of deep red blood in the black leather of his jacket, and couldnât help but grin. Youâd unleashed the darkest side of him, and you couldnât be more giddy.
You knew Bucky had been holding back on you while youâd been in his arms. But you didnât want to fuck a horror movie villain because you wanted some harmless dry humping. You wanted him to wreck you. You wanted him to hunt you down and make you his.
âThe game is this,â you began, skipping back a few steps when Bucky lunged for youâthough you noticed he reached for you with his free hand, rather than his knife, which you took as a good sign and grinned wider. âIf you catch me, you can fuck me.â You held his gaze, your smile turning a little feral as you watched the seething villain. âAs hard and as rough as you want.â
Your final words made Bucky pause, like a predator going still right before launching itself at its prey. His electric blue eyes shone brighter, reflecting the neon lights of the carnival as they fall across his handsome face.Â
You could feel the energy in him shift, and even though you couldnât see his mouth, you somehow knew he was grinning. You suspected it was even more feral than your own smile. Â
âYou really are the dumbest fucking slut, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, equal parts humor and menace in his tone, sending a delicious shiver skating down your spine. He took a step forward, his eyes sharp as they watched you skip backward, staying out of reach of his hand and his knife. âYou better not let me catch you, baby, because if I do, Iâm going to make you scream bloody murder as I split you open with my cock.â
The grin on your face was so wide it was beginning to make your cheeks hurt, but you couldnât wipe it away even if youâd tried. Your entire body was buzzing with anticipation, adrenaline already pumping through your veins as you prepared to run. But you couldnât help yourself, you had to taunt Bucky just a little more. If you were only going to get one chance to fuck your horror movie villain crush, you were going to make it count.
âBet you say that to all the girlsâbet none of them can scream like me,â you sassed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and scampering back a few more steps when Bucky took another menacing step forward, his big, heavy boot crunching the grass beneath him.Â
You laughed at his scowling face, the sound loud and wild in the quiet that had fallen over the fairgrounds. Even the music of the carousel had gone silent. But you couldnât hold your tongue. You loved the look of danger on Buckyâs face too much.
âYou gotta catch me first, Mr. Slasher, then weâll see if you can make me scream.â
With that parting challenge, you gave Bucky one last cheeky, impertinent smile, and the you turned and took off.Â
Sprinting off into the Bakersfield Fun Fair, you didnât dare look behind you, knowing instinctively that Bucky would be close on your heels. Your mind raced as you tried to form some kind of plan, since you hadnât thought this far ahead.Â
Of course, you had every intention of letting Bucky catch you, but you didnât want to make it too easy for him. Besides, youâd always wanted to be chased by the hot horror movie villain, then overpowered and taken by the brutal man, so you wanted to make sure you enjoyed yourself as well.
As you turned a corner and began running down a row of carnival rides and games on the edge of the fairground, you spotted the funhouse in front of you. Grinning wildly, you pushed to run a little harder and launched yourself up the metal stairs leading into the funhouse.
There was a spinning barrel right away, and you clambered through it, the silence inside the funhouse swallowing you up as you plunged into the depths of the structure. Hauling yourself up a flight of stairs, you stumbled to a stop when you found that the interior of the funhouse was a maze of mirrors.
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as you began moving through the maze, your hands outstretched to feel your way between the mirrors. Too soon, you heard Buckyâs heavy footsteps on the metal stairs leading up to the level with the maze and you tried to scurry faster, but you kept bumping into mirrors thinking they were a clear path forward.
A deep, dark chuckle echoed through the stuffy room in the funhouse, the sound distorted through Buckyâs mask, making him truly sound like a horror movie villain.Â
The sound of his laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine, your heart rate picking up as you heard his heavy boots begin walking through the maze. It seemed like he was moving much faster than you and you tried to pick up your pace.
âWhen I get my hands on you, little cottontail,â Bucky began, his menacing voice filtering to you easily, sounding like he was right behind you. âYouâre going to regret being such a dumb slutâIâm going to destroy your tight holes with my cock and ruin you until youâre all mine.â
âDonât threaten me with a good time!â you called over your shoulder, just before barreling into another mirror with a defeated, âoof,â as you tried to escape the maze.Â
Huffing in frustration, you turned and went down another path, your panicked breaths so loud in your ears, you couldnât hear Buckyâs footsteps anymore. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but your lungs protested, your pounding heart making you feel the blood pumping through your veins with every step you took.
âIf youâre a good slut, maybe I wonât kill you,â Bucky rumbled, his voice definitely closer than it should be, and you whipped around, looking for the source. But he was no where in sight. âMaybe Iâll keep youâchain you up in my basement, and use your body like the fuck hole you were meant to be.â
You tried to ignore the way your pussy quivered at Buckyâs threat, your body wanting him to do exactly that. But you pushed on, though you were having a harder and harder time remembering why you didnât want him to catch you. Your panties were soaked and your hole was aching to be filled. And Bucky seemed more than willing to fuck you until you were nothing more than the dumb slut he accused you of being.
Rounding a corner, you gasped loudly as the massive form of Bucky Barnes loomed in front of you, his blue eyes immediately finding yours and making you feel like prey trapped by a much larger predator.Â
Spinning on the ball of your foot, you turned and tried to escape in the other direction, only to run head first into Buckyâs chest. His arms closed around you, and you belatedly realized the Bucky youâd seen had been a reflection in one of the mirrors. He wasted no time, squeezing you so tight to his body that you cried out, his strength forcing the air from your lungs. You were caught.
âI win, little cottontail,â Bucky sneered, crushing you harder to his chest while you struggled to breathe, your ribs feeling like they were on the verge of snapping.
Then, suddenly, he let you go and you slumped to your knees, your legs giving out as you fell to the metal floor of the funhouse. Your head was spinning from the lack of air and you focused on pulling as much oxygen into your lungs as possible, the adrenaline in your body making you feel your heartbeat in your temples.Â
While you were distracted, Bucky quickly worked his pants open and before you knew what was happening, his thick, heavy cock fell on your face with a lewd slapping sound. You flinched. But then Buckyâs musky scent filled your nose, and you relaxed. Warmth spread through your body as your mind went fuzzy for an entirely different reason than lack of oxygen.Â
Your mouth fell open instinctively, your head tipping back to press your lips to his girth, and you felt more wetness dripping from your slit between your thighs.Â
Bucky chuckled at your obvious submission, but still used the flat tip of his knife to tip your face back further, until it was practically horizontal. He worked his hips languidly, sliding his cock over your face, precum dripping onto your skin and making a mess of your cheeks and forehead.
âOpen your mouth wider, dumb slut,â Bucky growled, his eyes glittering in the dim funhouse as he stared down at you.Â
When you did as he ordered, sticking your tongue out for good measure, the tip playing with his balls, the horror villain made a pleased sound deep in his chest. You had the distinct impression he was smiling again, and you almost dared to ask him to take off the mask, but decided against it. Part of the fun of fucking Bucky Barnes was him keeping the mask on.Â
âGood girl,â Bucky purred, petting your head with his free hand. He dragged his hips back and pushed the leaking head of his dick into your mouth. âNow, suck.â
The metal flooring of the funhouse dug painfully into your knees, but you pushed the pain from your mind as you focused entirely on Buckyâs cock. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked gently, the taste of his precum bursting on your tongue. Your chest warmed with pride when he groaned in pleasure.
Youâd intended to take your timeâwanting to savor Buckyâs cock and learn every inch of the thick, veiny length before making him come in your mouth. But it seemed your horror movie crush didnât have the patience for that. You supposed you shouldnât be surprised. You did make him chase you.Â
âIs that all ya got, little cottontail?â Bucky growled, using the hand on your head to push you down roughly on his cock, making you gag, your hands flailing against his hard thighs. âI thought you were some kind of slutâthought youâd be throating my cock the second you got your lips around it.âÂ
Tears poured down your cheeks as he pushed deeper with a grunt, your fingers curling into fists against his thighs as you tried to open for him. Buckyâs cock forcing its way into your throat stung a little, and you worked to relax your muscles, but they kept squeezing tight, preventing his hard length from sliding all the way in.
Finally, Bucky pulled his cock free from your mouth and you gasped for breath, a hand massaging your throat, the inside feeling raw already. But Bucky didnât seem to care.Â
He bent down over you, grabbing your face in his free hand and using the sharp end of his knife to wipe the tears from your face.Â
âI thought you wanted this, baby,â he rumbled, his tone mocking and patronizing, a laugh in his distorted voice that made you think he was grinning and enjoying your struggle more than he was trying to let on. âYou said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want.â He paused to tsk at you. âYou canât even take my cock without gaggingâsome slut you are.â
Embarrassment and no small amount of humiliation flooded through you, making you pout. OK so maybe you were more of a slut in theory than in practice, but you did want this. And youâd been trying. Couldnât he see that?
Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared up at Bucky, your lips still pursed in a pout.Â
âYour cock is too big,â you huffed, a hint of a whine in your voice. âLet me try again.â
Bucky laughed, the sound cold and mean, though that only made your pussy drip even more for him. He patted your cheek patronizingly with his knife before fixing you with a hard look.
âYou either take my whole cock in your dumb slut mouth, little cottontail,â he growled, a threat in his tone. âOr Iâll make you take it, ya hear me?â
The menace in his deep voice sent a shiver racing down your spine, settling heavily between your thighs until you had to squeeze them together against the ache in your core. You nodded your understanding. âYes, sir,â you murmured.Â
âGood girl,â came Buckyâs rumbling, terrifying voice. Then he stood up and shoved his cock into your mouth again, so suddenly that all you could do was make a muffled, surprised noise and take it.Â
You bobbed on the hard, thick length of Buckyâs cock, stretching your lips until the edges stung, forcing his girth deep into your mouth. You gagged when the tip pressed against the back of your throat, but you tried to ignore your bodyâs response and work past it. No matter how hard you tried, though, you couldnât get his dick all the way inside your mouth.
After a few minutes of letting you try and watching you fail, Bucky let out an impatient growl before muttering, âLooks like you need me to make you take my cock, baby.â Both his hands grabbed your head and he tilted it back, so your gaze met his. âJust remember, if youâd been a better slut, you wouldnât have made me do this.â
Your eyes widened, tears leaking out the corners as he moved you into the new position he wanted, with your back to one of the mirrors, your head trapped between the hard surface and his cock. Your fingers fisted in the fabric of his pants near his knees, but you didnât protest, just stared up at your horror movie villain, anticipation zipping through your body.
âDonât worry, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, and you could tell he was smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a telltale way. âThis wonât hurt nearly as much as if Iâd slit your throatâbut itâll probably last longer than it wouldâve taken you to bleed out.â
At that ominous comment, your pussy clenched, even more wetness dripping from your pussy and soaking your shorts. You clenched your thighs together, but that was the only part of your body you could move other than your arms. You were helpless to Buckyâs brutality, and you loved it. If his cock wasnât already buried in your mouth, you wouldâve urged him on.
Wasting no more time, Bucky shoved his dick deep into your mouth, pushing past the squeezing muscles in your throat, groaning when you choked and gagged on his thick cock. Your jaw ached and your throat felt raw, but you accepted it, you welcomed it. Buckyâs roughness was only making your pussy wetter, and you couldnât wait until you could feel him sinking into your tight, wet hole.
Still, you couldnât quite control your bodyâs reaction to the intrusion in your throat. Your throat spasmed and you let out a strangled little sound of desperation as it got harder to breathe. You arms flailed and your body tried to escape, only to bang against the mirror behind you. The fact that you were trapped, really trapped, made more tears leak from your eyes.Â
âThatâs it, baby, cry for me while youâre choking on my cock,â Bucky rumbled, holding your head in his hands as he stared down at you, kneeling for him, your throat bulging with his cock. His eyes sparkled like he enjoyed the sight far too much. âYour dumb slut tears are making me harder.âÂ
You felt his cock throb in your throat as proof, but then he was pulling back, only for his hips to snap forward, burying his hard length in your throat all over again. More tears poured down your face, your throat closing on a sob that wrenched a deep, pleasured groan from Bucky.
âFuck, thatâs itâtake it, slut, you might be crying, but you fucking love it, donât you, little cottontail?â Bucky rumbled, breathless laughter in his tone. âYou love letting me use your mouth like my own personal fuck toy, bet your pussyâs dripping onto the floor, making a mess of your thighs like âm gonna make a mess of your face, huh?â
You couldnât help it, you moaned around Buckyâs cock, his words stoking the blazing fire of your arousal. It didnât help matters that he was rightâyour thighs, your shorts and your panties were a mess, all soaked with your desire.Â
Bucky grunted when he felt you moan around his hardness, his hips snapping against your face harder as he pounded into your mouth. His hands held your head in a punishing grip, his cock ramming deep into your throat while the back of your skull was pressed against the mirror behind you.
A whine worked its way up your throat as you squirmed, your pussy pulsing with the need to be filled, to be rubbed, to get some kind of attention. One of your hands fell between your thighs and you rocked against it, your clit rubbing against the seam of your shorts until you were moaning and sobbing around Buckyâs cock.
Suddenly he stopped. âWhatâre you doinâ down there, little cottontail?â he rasped, ducking his head to the side so he could see around his cock and your face. When he caught you with your hand between your thighs, he laughed, his glittering blue eyes finding yours. âOh, I seeâthe dumb little slutâs dripping hole needs some attention, huh?âÂ
Bucky shifted, using his booted foot to kick your thighs apart on the metal floor of the funhouse. Then he shoved his boot between your legs, and jerked his head like he expected you to sit on it.
âYou need something to hump against, donât you, baby?â he asked, his tone mocking. âWell, go âhead. Ride my fucking boot, little cottontail.â His voice was dark and deep, the sound of it making you shiver. But you couldnât pretend you didnât want to follow his order, so you lowered yourself down onto his boot.
The moment your aching core dragged over the laces of Buckyâs boot, you let out a low, filthy moan, the sound muffled by his cock in your mouth. It was exactly the kind of friction you wanted, your clit and messy slit rubbing against the seam of your shorts and the roughness of his laces. Pleasure bloomed, hot and heady, and swirled through your body, overwhelming your mind.
Above you, Bucky groaned, shoving deeper into your throat until your nose was pressed into the thick thatch of hair at the base of his cock and his balls were nestled up against your chin. Spit and precum and tears were leaking down your face, making a mess of your jaw and chin, dripping down to your tits while Bucky watched you with hooded eyes.
âDo that again, baby,â Bucky grunted, holding your head down on his hardness. âMoan like a dumb fucking slut on my cock while I ruin your throat.âÂ
It took little effort to moan again as pleasure and pain swirled through your body, your hips working on Buckyâs boot, grinding your slick cunt against the stiff leather through your panties and shorts. Your clit rubbed over the laces, your mind filling with clouds of bliss as you sank into the feeling of your pussy grinding against Buckyâs boot and his cock fucking your throat.
Bucky was grunting and groaning loudly, his sounds of pleasure a reward for how good your slutty mouth was making him feel. He pounded into your face, his balls slapping against your chin, seeking his release while you humped against his boot, intent on finding your own pleasure while he used you.Â
You were both lost entirely in each other, too focused on seeking pleasure to notice someone else had entered the funhouse. Buckyâs eyes were only for you, and you were staring up too intently into his face, watching pleasure make his eyes go hazy to pay attention to your surroundingsâwhich was the only reason one of the final girlâs friends was able to sneak up on the two of you.
âGet away from her, you monster!â The girlâs shriek was followed closely by the splintering sound of a wooden bat as she swung it at Bucky, and the thing shattering apart against his back. Her face, twisted in fury and determination, quickly shifted to surprise and panic.
For his part, Bucky merely grunted, barely lurching forward as he shoved his cock impossibly deeper in your throat while he bore the attack. But then he was moving quicker than your pleasure-drunk eyes could fully process, your body only aware that he was pulling back until only the tip of him remained on your tongue. Growling furiously, Bucky turned and used his knife to slash the girlâs throat.
You vaguely recognized the girl as one of the characters in Slasher who gets killed at the carnival in the third act, though you couldnât remember which ride Bucky kills her on. Maybe it was the funhouseâthat would explain how she found the two of you.
In that moment, you didnât much care. Youâd been busy with Bucky and you were more than a little annoyed at the interruption. Your body was buzzing with your unslaked need, and you felt horny and frustrated as you turned your attention back to the horror villain above you.
But Buckyâs focus was entirely on the other girl, who was grabbing her throat uselessly, trying to stem the gush of blood as she stumbled into a mirror, leaving a bloody handprint behind. Buckyâs eyes were gleaming as he savored the sight of the dying girl, the corners of his eyes crinkling like he was grinning.
His cock was still in your mouth, but just barely, and the longer he watched the other girl die, the more a pout grew on your lips.Â
After a few long moments of the girlâs death dragging on, youâd had enough. This was your fantasy come to life, and if Bucky wasnât going to pay attention to you and get you off, then you were going to make him.Â
Carefully, you extracted yourself from between Bucky and the mirror youâd been pressed against, your pout only growing when his stiff cock slipped from your lips and he didnât even notice. Quickly, you crawled around the corner and once you were out of sight, you hopped up to your feet so you could move faster.
Your legs felt weak from your earlier running and kneeling on the hard, metal floorânot to mention how close youâd been to coming on Buckyâs boot. But you urged them to work as you moved as quietly as you could through the rest of the maze.
You were already almost to the exit when Bucky finally noticed youâd escaped. His angry roar of, âCOTTONTAIL!â echoed off the mirrors and metal walls inside the funhouse. But his rage only made you snicker. It was his own fault, after all.
âYou shoulda tied me down or paid more attention to me if you didnât want me getting away, Mr. Slasher,â you called over your shoulder, taunting him as you darted around the final corner in the mirror maze, finding your way out. You clambered through the rest of the funhouse, Buckyâs stomping footsteps reverberating around you and making your heart beat faster with fear and excitement.
You slid down the slide that worked as the exit from the funhouse and as soon as your feet hit the grass of the fairground, you sprinted off again. Wracking your brain, you tried to think about where else Bucky kills the final girlâs friends in the final act of Slasher. All you could remember was the ending, with the carousel.
You turned a corner, running in the opposite direction of the carousel and that area of the carnival, not wanting the final girl or anymore of her friends interrupting you once Bucky caught you again.
Sooner than you expected, a leather-clad chest slammed into your back and, within the next breath, you hit the grassy ground as Bucky tackled you. One of his hands wrapped around the front of your throat, his fingers digging into the sides of your neck while he pressed his face into the side of yours.
Even through his hard plastic mask, you could feel his breath on your skin, his hot, heavy breaths gusting past your cheek as he panted like a rabid dog.Â
âI win again, baby,â Bucky growled, his voice even more threatening thanks to the fury in it. He clearly didnât appreciate that youâd made him chase you again, and the coldness in his tone promised that while you might find pleasure in what he was about to do to you, you were also going to feel no small amount of pain.Â
âAnd you can be sure I wonât make the same mistake twice,â he went on, resting more of his weight on your back until you were pinned to the ground beneath him, your body struggling to catch your breath as he crushed your lungs. âNow that I have you, youâre never getting away from me againâyouâre mine, little cottontail.â
Your heart panged in your chest, and it took you a second to realize the feeling was yearning. Because that was the heart of it, wasnât it? You wanted someone to see you at your brattiest, with your darkest desires all laid outâand even seeing your soul bared for them, you wanted them to want to keep you. Part of you wanted to roll over and open your legs for Bucky, tell him you were his forever. But that wasnât really in your nature.
Instead, you huffed a belated laugh, squirming beneath Bucky and fighting against his considerable strength even though you knew it was no good. You werenât going anywhere, and you loved it.
âIâll believe it when I see it, Mr. Slasher,â you taunted, bucking your hips hard. You felt Buckyâs big body jostle just a little and, sensing a glimmer of freedom, you fought harder.Â
Then cold steel replaced Buckyâs hand at your throat and you went still. Despite the fact that heâd used the knife mere moments ago to kill someone else, you were almost certain he wasnât going to do the same to you. Well, pretty certain.
Besides, you were still convinced you were in a dream and dying would only wake you up. But with Buckyâs knife pressed to your neck, you didnât exactly want to test your theory.
The horror movie villain chuckled, his chest rumbling against your spine and his breath ghosting over your cheek.Â
âThatâs the first smart thing youâve done all night, little cottontail,â he murmured, his voice so dark and deep, it made you shiver.Â
He dug the steel of his knife into your throat, using his other hand to guide you up onto your hands and knees. Buckyâs big body was curled over yours, his hand reaching beneath you to grope your tits while he groaned against the side of your face.Â
âSuch soft tits, baby,â he grunted as his fingers kneaded your flesh through your tank top. Then his hand was diving under the fabric to pinch your nipples, making you cry out and arch your back. âYeah, thatâs it, ya dumb slut, let me hear how much you like having a monster like me playing with your tits.â
You whimpered when he pinched your nipple hard and shook your breast, the sting of pain and pleasure consuming your mind and making you grind back against his thick cock, which heâd tucked back into his pants. An impatient whine tumbled from your lips and it was on the tip of your tongue to beg Bucky to fuck you, but it seemed he was just as eager to get on with it.
Skimming his hand down your body, Bucky found the button of your shorts and quickly undid them. He sat up on his knees, dragging you with him and keeping his knife at your throat.Â
He shoved your shorts and panties down roughly past your ass to your thighs, then dipped his hand between your legs. A loud groan rumbled in his chest when he realized how wet you were.Â
âFuck, you really are a slut, arenât you, baby?â he taunted in a mocking tone, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. His fingers slipped between your drenched folds and all you could do to answer him was moan as he teased your pussy. âIâm gonna fill up this slick cunt, little cottontail,â he rumbled in your ear, a promise ringing in his words. âIâm gonna destroy your tight hole until youâre nothing more than my dumb, cock-drunk slut.â
Between Buckyâs fingers playing with your pussy and his words wreaking havoc on your pleasure-soaked mind, you were desperate for him to follow through on his promise.Â
Suddenly, youâd had enough of the game youâd been playing with Bucky and you wanted him to finallyâfinallyâfuck you.
âPlease, Bucky, please, please, fuck me,â you sobbed, tears leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks as you rocked your ass against his hard cock. âPlease, god, I need itâI need you.â
For a moment, Bucky was silent and unmoving. Then he was shoving you forward into the grass so you were back on your hands and knees. His knife just barely grazed the side of your neck as you fell forward, and you whimpered at the light sting of it.
The next thing you knew, Buckyâs cock was slapping against your bare ass, and he was lining himself up with your soaked, fluttering pussy. Your fingers dug into the grass, preparing yourself to hold on for dear life.
âRemember, little cottontail, you said I could fuck you as hard and rough as I want,â Bucky rumbled, sliding his cock between your legs, coating his thick length in your desire. âIf itâs too much for you, you can scream all you want, but Iâm not stopping until Iâve filled your cunt with all the come in my balls.â
You could hear the laughter in Buckyâs voice, but didnât have time to respond to his words because in the next second, he shoved himself all the way inside you with one thrust.
Buckyâs thick, hard cock slammed deep into your tight pussy, and a scream wrenched free from your lips, making your already raw throat hurt even more. But it was the delicious kind of pain that mixed perfectly with the feeling of Bucky filling you up for the first time.Â
His girth was bigger than anyone or any toy youâd taken before, and it felt like you were being split apart, your insides rearranging to make room for his huge cock. It was only because you were so wet that it didnât really hurt, but the sting of the stretch was enough to send your mind reeling, your thoughts scattering until the only thing that mattered was Buckyâs cock inside you and his body behind you.
Bucky made a noise that was half groan, half growlâsounding entirely feral behind his mask as his hands dug into your hips. You could feel him still holding his knife, but the steel wasnât pressed against your skin so you didnât give it much thought.
âGod, thatâs a tight fucking cunt ya got here, cottontail,â he rasped, pulling back and slamming forward so hard, your arms shook and you nearly collapsed face first into the grass. âFeel like you were fucking made for me, babyâmade to be my fuck hole, made to take my cock.â
True to his word, the horror movie villain rutted into you hard, paying no mind to your pleasure, just taking his own. But that was exactly how you liked it, and you couldnât help the litany of desperate moans and whimpers that tumbled past your lips.Â
Before long, your arms gave out and your cheek pressed to the grass, which was cool against your face. The position made your back arch and your ass stick up in the air. Bucky made a pleased sound, slapping your ass in a gesture that almost felt like praise.
âYeah, take it like a slut, baby,â he growled, pounding into you harderâhard enough you could feel your ass and hips and thighs ripple with the force of his thrusts. âThis is how dumb sluts are meant to be fucked.â
You whined at the searing pleasure of Buckyâs cock hammering into your cunt, and you arched your back further, giving him easier access to drive even deeper into you from behind. Your reward was another hard slap on your assâthat time with the cold flat steel of Buckyâs knife. You squealed, then moaned as the sharp sting devolved into even more pleasure.
Bucky laughed, the sound wild and dark. Then he curled his body over yours, dropping the knife in the grass so he could grab wrap one of his hands around your throat while the other groped your tits.Â
âYouâre mine, little cottontail,â he growled in your ear. âI own your body now, and youâre going to be my personal fuck toy for the rest of your life.â He rutted into you, hard and rough, his hips slapping against your ass mixing with the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked. âIâm gonna chain you up in my basement, and youâre gonna be my basement slutâmy little cottontailâforever.â
It was impossible to nod, and impossible to speak, with how tightly Bucky had you pinned beneath him while he fucked you. So you wrapped a hand around his wrist, not pulling him away, but squeezing hard enough that you could feel his pulse thrumming beneath your thumb. You clung to him, telling him wordlessly that you were submitting to him, tears gathering in your lashes as pleasure overwhelmed you.
âFuck,â Bucky grunted, pounding you hard and fast, the hard plastic of his mask digging into the side of your face. âCry for me, cottontail, you know it makes me harder.âÂ
His fingers dug into the sides of your throat while his other hand tortured your nipples, tugging and pinching them, until your tears began leaking from your eyes. Bucky ducked forward, nuzzling your tear-stained cheek through his mask, groaning as he hit a spot inside of you that made your whole body clench and your mouth drop open in a soundless scream.
âI can feel your cunt choking my cock, baby,â Bucky rumbled in your ear. âYou really love everything Iâm doing to you, donât you, dumb slut?â His hips pressed against your ass and he started grinding his cock deep in your core, the tip brushing against that spot inside you that made you see stars.
âYes, yes, Bucky, yes,â you sobbed, your words breathless and soft and only able to escape because heâd loosened his hold on your throat slightly. But then he tightened his fingers again and you made a desperate little gasping sound.
Bucky laughed, the sound evil and mocking, and your cunt pulsed again. He refocused on fucking you, pounding into you and chasing his own pleasure. You tried to scream, the pleasure nearly mind-blowing, but his hand on your throat made sure you could only make the barest of noises.
âYouâre gonna come on my cock, little cottontail,â Bucky rumbled, his hard plastic mask chafing against your sensitive cheek. âYouâre gonna come and show me that youâre mine, that you accept your new lifeâand me as your master.â
Your fingers squeezed his wrist again in understanding, and then you couldnât think anymore. Buckyâs cock was pounding into your pussy hard enough to almost hurt, pleasure pulsing through your body as he plucked and played with your tits. Your head was going fuzzy from a lack of air, but that just made everything else feel better and more.
When Buckyâs hand abandoned your tits to slip between your thighs, it only took a few strokes of his fingers against your clit to set you off. At the same moment, Buckyâs hand loosened around your throat, and oxygen flooded your lungs as you came on his cock.Â
It was almost an out-of-body experience, coming on the thick length of your horror movie villain crush, your mind going entirely blank as your body tried to process all the pleasure and sensation flooding through it. A loud, piercing scream sounded in your ears and it took a second to realize it was spilling from your own lips.Â
Buckyâs hand tightened around your throat again, tighter than before, cutting off the sound of your pleasure while he grunted and groaned above you. He was rutting into you as your walls squeezed his cock, taking his pleasure as he prolonged yours.
Blackness was starting to creep into the edges of your vision when he finally roared loudly, his cock throbbing inside you as he spilled his come deep in your pussy. His fingers dug into the sides of your throat harder, choking you through his orgasm as your body fluttered with the last waves of your release.Â
The last thing you heard was Bucky muttering, âGood girl, take my come, little cottontail,â as he pumped you full of his thick, sticky seed. Then, there was nothing but comforting darkness, and you sank into it, feeling satisfied and happy as you passed out in the arms of your horror movie villainâŠ
Now, the choice is yours, dear reader. Do you want to stay with Bucky Barnes and live in the world of Slasher? If so, read on for the dark ending! Or do you want to wake up and meet someone a little less psychotic? If so, skip down to the fluffy ending!
Slasher - Dark Ending
dark ending additional warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, slightly painful sex, basement wife-ing, references to Bucky's arm amputation, Bucky is even more psychotic
You were woken by your body jostling against concrete, an aching mix of pleasure and pain radiating between your thighs. The slick sounds of fucking met your ears and, belatedly, you realized you were impaled on a cock, the thickness of it stretching your tight hole to its limit.Â
Your inner thighs felt chafed and your back hurt from the position you were contorted in, your shoulders propped up against a cinderblock wall while you were folded in half at the waist, a heavy body pinning your legs to your chest while they fucked you. You were naked and a little cold, but the body against you was warm.
Blinking your eyes open, you were met with the sight of Buckyâs handsome face contorted with pleasure as he fucked you. There was a new glimmer in the depths of his blue eyesâsomething wild and feral and more than a little frightening. His mouth spread into a savage grin when he saw you were awake.
âThereâs my little cottontail,â he rumbled before ducking down and kissing your cheek in a gesture that wouldâve been sweet if not for his stubble roughing over your sensitive skin. You whimpered softly at the abrading feeling, your pussy pulsing despite your exhaustion.
When he pulled back, the sound of chains rattling above you finally caught your attention and you looked up, finding your wrists shackled above your head and bolted into the wall of the basement. Dim morning light was filtering in through windows set high in the walls, and you couldnât make out much beyond the shadow of the stairs leading up to the first floor.
Before you could gather you wits enough to ask a question, or wade through your confusion to figure out what question you should even ask, Bucky slammed deep inside you, wringing a weak moan from you. It was only then that you realized heâd been taking it easy on you while you were asleep, but since you were awake, he started fucking you harder. Pleasure, pain and bewilderment warred with the tiredness of just waking up as you tried to think.Â
Your eyes slid closed while you tried to block out Bucky and your surroundings. You needed to figure out why you werenât in your grandmotherâs basement, having woken up from the dream youâd been sure you were having.
But Bucky didnât like that. His weight settled more heavily on top of you, making your hips ache in protest, and grabbed your face roughly in his hand.Â
âLook at me, cottontail,â he rumbled, shaking your head until your eyes fluttered open again.
Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes and your mouth worked, trying to find the words for how you felt. Youâd wanted thisâwanted someone like Bucky who saw who you really were and still wanted to keep you. But now that you were actually chained up in his basement, you wondered if maybe youâd jumped in the deep end without being able to swim.Â
âDonât look so confused, baby,â Bucky growled in a patronizingly sweet tone, thumbing your tears from your cheeks and making you flinch as the salt of them irritated your skin. âI told you I was never letting you goâyou knew this was going to happen.â He was grinding his cock deep into your well-used cunt, the pleasure almost painful. âNow that youâre chained up in my basement, you have no hope of ever escaping from me again.â
The head of his cock battered against your cervix and you cried out, your head thumping against the cinderblock wall behind you. The pain mixed with the pleasure of thick length rubbing against your sensitive inner walls until your mind was spinning.Â
You just couldnât wrap your head around it. You really hadnât known this was going to happen. Youâd thought you were dreaming and were going to wake up after youâd fucked Bucky Barnes, but apparently that wasnât the case. Apparently youâd really somehow been transported into the world of Slasher.
âThank me for keeping you, little cottontail,â Bucky growled, wringing another pleasured whimper from you as he kept grinding his cock into you. âAfter all, it wasnât easy getting you here after that bitch crushed my arm.â His voice was dripping venom and he rocked his hips harder, forcing tears from your eyes as his cock battered your cervix.
It was only then that you understood why so much of Buckyâs weight was resting on you while his hand held your face. Darting your eyes to Buckyâs shoulder, there was a thick, bloody bandage wrapped around the place where he mustâve amputated his arm after the final girl had crushed it in the carousel gears.Â
Your stomach rolled at the sight, empathy for Bucky surging through you. It really couldnât have been easy getting you back to his house when he was injured like that.Â
But before you could follow the order heâd given you, Bucky yanked your face back to look at him. He ducked closer, so all you could see were his eyes, wild and psychotic, boring into your own.
âThank your master for keeping you!â he growled harshly.
Your heart panged, and you rushed to do as he said. âTh-thank you for keeping me, Bucky,â you cried, tears streaming down your face, your voice filled with genuine gratitude. âThank you, master!âÂ
The anger leeched out of Bucky at your words and your tears, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you.Â
âGood girl,â he purred, nuzzling your cheek in reward and kissing your jaw with his soft lips. âMy good, dumb slutâyouâre going to make such a good basement wife for me.â
A small, confused noise squeaked out of you and Bucky pulled back, a grin on his face. He nodded up toward your hands and you twisted them in your shackles, finding shiny, silver metal glinting off your left ring finger. You sucked in a gasp, feeling speechless as your mind failed to process another shocking revelation in so little time.
âYour dream is coming true, baby,â Bucky rumbled, licking the tears from your cheeks, taking your silence as understanding and submission. âYouâre going to be my own personal fuck holeâmy pretty little dumb slutâfor the rest of your life.â
Bucky canted his hips, grinding his cock into the depths of your pussy while the base of him rubbed against your clit and the pleasure that had been winding tighter in your core suddenly snapped. You came with a loud, sobbing scream, your head thrown back against the wall of the basement as tears cascaded down your cheeks while you succumbed to the pleasure, your cunt greedily squeezing Buckyâs cock.
A small part of you wanted to black out again, hoping youâd wake up back in your grandmotherâs basement, unsure if you had what it took to be the full-time fuck toy of your favorite horror movie villain. But somehow you knew that wouldnât happen.
Whatever had transported you into the world of Slasher seemed to be a one-way ticket, and youâd made your choices. The fact that you were at the mercy of Bucky Barnes was no oneâs fault but your own.
And yet, you couldnât bring yourself to regret anything youâd done. After all, youâd gotten exactly what you wantedâyou got to fuck Bucky Barnes. And if you had your way, youâd fuck Bucky Barnes every day until you died. Which was good, since that seemed to be exactly what he had planned for you.
Just then, Bucky grunted, his cock twitching inside you and he slammed deep, grabbing your face and pulling you in for a messy kiss while he came, coating your insides with his seed. His lips were hard and demanding, but you werenât some wilting flowerâyou nipped his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.Â
Buckyâs cock throbbed inside you as he chuckled, kissing you again, the taste of his blood bursting on your tongue as you devoured each other.Â
When he pulled away and collapsed on top of you, a satisfied smile curved your lips. You glanced up at the ring on your finger again, thinking it wouldnât be so bad to be Bucky Barnesâ basement wife.Â
Slasher - Fluffy Ending
fluffy ending additional warnings: talk about past roleplay, some potentially risky decisions on reader's part, that's really it
You awoke with a start, the loud, chiming sound of the doorbell echoing through your grandmotherâs house and dragging you back to reality from the depths of your dream. A faint soreness permeated your body, and you frowned, the memory of your dream clinging to the edges of your mind. Â
Groggily, you opened your eyes to find you were curled up on the familiar rug in the basement of your grandmotherâs house, and you suspected the hard floor was likely the cause of your soreness. Still, you felt a faint tingling all over, the remnants of pleasure from your dream and you smiled as you stretched languidly, easing most of the aches in your limbs.
The doorbell chimed again, and you dragged yourself up, wiping drool from your cheek as you pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and climbed the stairs up to the first floor. On your way to the door, you checked the time, finding it was nearly midnight, and wondered who was stopping by so late. All your relatives and all your grandmotherâs friends would be asleep.
Flicking on the porch light, you opened the front door, but the left the screen door latched when you found a strange man standing there. The frigid autuman night air wrapped around you, and you crossed your arms over your chest to stave off a shiver.Â
âHey Mrsââ The man had been standing with his back to you, facing the street, and swung around when he heard the door open. But he paused when he saw you, his greeting cutting off as if heâd been expecting someone else.Â
A distant corner of your brain pointed out that of course he was expecting someone elseâyou were answering the door at your grandmotherâs house.
But you couldnât pay attention to your mindâs logic because you were silently freaking out. The man looked almost exactly like Bucky Barnes.Â
He had the same sparkling blue eyes, though there wasnât any of the cold hatred that haunted your favorite horror movie villain. And his mouth was curved into a charming smile, which you knew for certain youâd never see on the version of Bucky from Slasher. The manâs hair was also shorter, and the stubble on his jaw was a little less scruffy, like heâd shaved that morning and it had grown out since then. The style really worked for him.Â
He was somehow even more attractive than Bucky Barnes. You didnât know how that was possible, but apparently it was.Â
The man shifted on his feet, running a hand through his hair, looking a little abashed.Â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to disturb ya,â he said, a slight Brooklyn accent in his voice. âSometimes I borrow some ground coffee from the lady who lives here when Iâve run out.â He shot you a sheepish smile and shrugged. âAnd Iâve run out.â
âOh,â you said, a little dumbly. âYou must be talking about my grandmother.â Your surprise over the manâs resemblance to Bucky was wearing off, and you found that his smile was infectious. He had a charm to him that made you want to tell him more than you should, which mustâve been why you found yourself saying, âSheâs on a cruise, and Iâm watching her house.â
It mightâve been a mistake to tell a strange man that much, but instead of doing anything to make you second-guess yourself, he just smacked a hand against his forehead. The gesture was so endearing, you couldnât help but laugh, warming to him even more.Â
âYouâre right! She told me about that.â He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over your faceâhopefully not finding any traces of drool on your chinâand his eyes softened. âSorry again to bother you, your granâs normally up watching one of those late shows, I hope I didnât wake you.â
You snorted to yourself. Of course your grandmother was known for staying up later than you. But you didnât want the man to feel bad. It wasnât like he woke you up before you came on dream Buckyâs cock.Â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â you said, shaking your head and smiling softly to let him know it really was fine. Again, you had the urge to say more to him than you normally would to a stranger. So, before you could hold your tongue, you blurted, âDo you know you look exactly like the villain from this old horror movie?âÂ
Even in the dim yellow light of the porch, you could see the manâs cheeks turn pink while he scrubbed a hand over his jaw. But he was hiding a smile behind his palm and when he caught your eye, there was humor in the depths of his gaze.
âYeah, I get that sometimes,â he said, his voice suddenly lower. âBucky Barnes from Slasher, right?âÂ
You nodded, almost mesmerized as you stared into his eyes. âI had the biggest crush on him,â you admitted, because apparently the filter between your brain and mouth had been left on the rug in your grandmotherâs basement. But the man only chuckled, the light flush fading from his face.
âDid you now?â he asked, his eyes shimmering with humor as he looked at your face, his gaze raking over the curve of your lips. He shifted closer to the door and a shiver skated down your spine at the way he loomed over you. âYâknow, my friends have called me Bucky ever since we watched that movie one summer when were idiot kids.â
âY-your nameâs Bucky?â you asked, excitement making your voice come out like a whisper.Â
The man looked to the side and chuckled, the sound low and rich and making you want to giggle ridiculously and kick your feet. When his gaze found yours again, his eyes were sparkling with playfulness and something more; his mouth was curved into a devastatingly charming grin.
âNo, my name is James Barnes, but pretty much everyone calls me Bucky.â He watched you absorb this information, shifting even closer to the door until you could feel the warmth of him seeping through the screen. âWould you like to call me Bucky, pretty girl?â he asked, his voice pitching so low and deep, you could feel it between your thighs.
Your shoulders trembled as you shivered, nodding eagerly as you whispered, âYes, please.â
Bucky rumbled a pleased sound, and his hand raised toward the screen, like he was reaching for you. But then he paused, as if catching himself. Huffing a laugh, he drew his hand back and wiped it down his face, seemingly forcing himself to straighten and take a step back.Â
You almost whined in protest, but caught yourself at the last second, biting your lip against a frown as he moved away. You hadnât realized how close the two of you had drifted to each other through the door until he was pulling away. You understood it was probably weird, the way you were acting with each other considering you just met, but the chemistry between you was palpable, and you desperately wanted to explore it as soon as possible.
âI probably shouldnât tell you this, but I have the mask,â Bucky confessed, breaking you free from your thoughts.Â
You were glad for it, because he was giving you another loaded look and you felt your belly swoop, butterflies taking flight as he smiled at you. It took a second to process his words, and when you did, you couldnât help the impish grin that spread across your face. You gestured for him to go on.
âI bought it for a girl I was seeing who said she wanted to roleplay,â he went on, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looking off to the side again, like he knew he wasnât supposed to be telling this to a girl he just met, but couldnât help himself. âBut I think I scared her off.â He turned his penetrating gaze back to you, pinning you in place while you held your breath. âYou donât strike me as the kind of girl who scares easily.â
You snorted again and tossed your head. That was an understatement, if your dream was any indication of your desiresâwhich it was. You gave the man called Bucky a cheeky smile. âNo, Iâm definitely not,â you told him, a hint of a challenge in your tone.
For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other. Then, you made a slightly reckless decision. Your hand reached for the latch of the screen door and pushed it open, all while holding his gaze.Â
âWhy donât you come in and get that coffee you needed,â you offered, hoping your instincts about Bucky were right, and he would turn out to be exactly the kind of man you wanted in your life. Besides, you told yourself, your grandmother liked him well enough to lend him some coffeeâand you trusted her judgement so he must be a decent guy. âAnd you can tell me what about your roleplay frightened off that girl.â
Buckyâs smile spread into a full-on grin, and he eagerly grabbed the door, opening it wider while he stepped forward. When you didnât move back right away and instead allowed him to step into your personal space, his gaze dropped to your mouth, his eyes darkening and the corners of his mouth twitching in another smile.
âDeal,â he rumbled. âSo long as you tell me more about this crush of yours.â
The memories of your dream flitted through your mind, feeling more real than any dream youâd ever had before, and you found you couldnât wait to tell Bucky about it. The man in front of you was warmer and kinder than the one youâd met in your dreams, but you had a feeling he had a dark side that liked to come out to playâjust like you.Â
âDeal.â After you said the word, you felt as if something truly special was beginning and your heart raced with excitement as you stared up into Buckyâs handsome face. Both of you were grinning like idiots.
Finally taking a step back, you welcomed Bucky into your grandmotherâs house, knowing deep in your bones that you were going to be in each otherâs lives for a very long timeâpossibly even forever. And you couldnât help but think that having this Bucky Barnes was even better than dreaming about your horror movie villain crush. After all, at least he was real.
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Something that goes without saying is how uncertain Logan really is about sleeping in the same space as another person. Sure, he'll commit to the fun beforehandâŠ.The foreplay, the sex, the highs.
But the inevitable act of sleeping beside someone, terrifies him.
We see it in Origin, we see it in Days of Future Past. Sometimes while Logan is sleeping, his claws come out when he feels under duress. Nightmares are a common occurrence for this man, not a night goes by where he isn't waking in the dead of night to the ghost of his past.
And I'd like to think of all the Logans running around the multiverse, that the Worst!Logan has surely been through some things. He's never experienced true rest. Not until he met you.
âI'll sleep on the couch.â Its common at the beginning of whatever the dynamic between the two of you is. Logan ends up back at your cafe, or in your living-room, bathroom, kitchen or bedâbut he never stays beside you for longer than a few minutes after. Not because he doesn't crave that intimacy or true human connection, but because the idea of losing you to his own mutation truly scares the ever-living fuck out of him.
But one night, you catch him off-guard. So off guard that Logan doesn't even have a counter proposal ready.
âIll join you,â You beam, padding down the hallway with your blanket and pillow wrapped in your arms. âSomethings bothing you and with friends like me and Wade, that shits gonna come up eventually,â You ramble. As you sit beside Logan on the lounge he slept on more often than his own bed, he catches a glimpse of a few noticeable scars on your back. Scars where his claws had once accidentally taken over in an otherwise romantic moment between the two of you. âSo, get talking pops.â
âDon't call me pops.â Logan sighs as he opens his body up for you to snuggle up against him. âIt's nothing I can't handle, didn't anyone ever tell you not to stick your nose where it doesn't belong?â
âAre you trying to tell me that I don't belong here?â You counter quickly, playing Loganâs logic against himself. âMe? Resident of this timeline? Doesn't belong right here next to you?â
âGo fuck yourself,â Logan smiles all the while trying to keep his brooding man mask on. But with you he feels ever atom of his being igniting with desire and unconditional love. âI worry I'll hurt you, while I'm sleeping,â Logan explains as you listen to his heartbeat inside his chest. Snuggled on the lounge in your apartment. âYou don't know how much that thought terrifies me.â
âHmm,â You hum in response. âPerhaps the question you should be asking yourself Lo, is what if the nightmares, what if the fear stops, when you allow yourself to rest with someone you love?â It was a bold word to use, and even though it was rarely, if ever used, there wasn't another word in the English language to describe how Logan felt about you. Or how you felt about him.
And its a thought that's never crossed Logans mind before. He frowns, thinking it over in the late-night silence. You fall asleep there, right with your head on Logans chest as he tru thinks.
Only to wake up in a tangled mess of sheets, with Logan snorning next to you as the early morning sun kisses his golden, aging skin. Its the first night in years he hasn't woken in screaming terror.
âTell me told you so and I'll turn you into a skewer.â Logan mumbles as you pepper him with kisses across his exposed back.
âI think I'll take my chances with you, Lo,â You chuckle to yourself. âI'll make you some coffee.â
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â đđ ËâĄ. â SATORU GOJO. a woman in uniform.
about. satoru letâs you try his uniform on in the bedroom and loses his fucking mind. not even the strongest sorcerer can resist a woman in uniform.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, power play, pussy jobs, oral sex ( m!receiving ), clothed sex, blind folds, some slight sub/dom dynamics, fem!reader. i wrote this with my clit tbh.
i think that gojo goes feral for you wearing his uniform. the whole get up, the blind fold and the jujutsu tech jacket. heâll try to fight it, the feeling of power slipping away, as you crawl up the bed and between his thighs â your tongue dragging over your lips.
âoh, you shakinâ satoru?â he can see the excitement dancing around in your eyes even through the fabric covering them. he can sense the flare in your energy as you loom over him, ranking your nails down creamy washboard abs while his infinity fizzles away. âpoor you. itâs not fun to be on the receiving end, is it?â
if satoru really wanted to, he would flip the situation in an instant â have you pinned to the bed with your clothes askew and your mouth hanging open in breathy whines as you beg for him to touch you. but he doesnât. he canât. you have so much power over him when youâre dressed like that and you act like youâre the strongest one in the room. you both know that he has the power to end your free rein over his body.
he is the strongest after all.
your mouth is quick to follow your nails, teeth and tongue trailing a wet path from gojoâs prominent collar bones, between his firm pecs and down his tense stomach. you suck hickies into the bone of his slender hips, shades of mauve and navy-ish blue blooming against pale skin like adding water colours to a blank canvas. satoru inhales sharply, losing control of his invisible barrier just so he can savour the feeling of you ravishing his body with nips and sucks and kisses.
you havenât even gotten to the good part yet.
âlift your hips, satoru, let me see what youâve got under all this,â you coo sweetly and itâs as if youâre drizzling honey in his ears. the white haired man follows your command like itâs the law, instinctively bucking up and away from the bed so you can pull down his boxers. âhow sweet, youâre so hard.â satoruâs cock springs free from its restraints, sticky and bright red at the tip, pulsing and thick at the shaft. when you touch him and take hold of his length in your tiny hand, kitten licking the entirety of him while you look up at him hungrily through your blindfold⊠the man is sure he might die. you could kill him like this, with his infinity downâŠand youâre fully aware of it.
teasingly, you ease his cockhead past the seam of your kiss swollen lips and let it nudge the soft epithelium on the inside of your cheek â lubing him up, getting him ready for more of your torture. âshould i suck you off? or should i ride you?â you manage, even though your mouth is full of dickâŠthe next, your nose is buried in a trail of soft white pubic hair.
âdonât do that⊠pleaseâŠâ satoru whines, chest flushed and heaving, brilliant blue eyes boring deep into your soïżŒul. his fists form balls at the sides of his shaky legs, he could reach out and touch you â coax you into giving him more. itâs not like he has any restraints onâŠexcept for the metaphorical ones of your will and your control. you let go of him with a lewd pop, a trail of your saliva mixed with milky precum tying you to his sensitive erection. âf-fuckâŠâ
cocking your head to the side, you use a soiled thumb and forefinger to lift the black hand over one of your dangerously pretty and mirth-filled eyes. âdo what?â you respond with an inquisitive purr, licking your lips and moaning at the taste of the six eyes on them.
âs-shit,â satoru curses, blood curdling and boiling hot lust spreading through all four of his limbs at the sight. âdonât act like you donât know what youâre doing to meâŠdonât act like you donât know how feral i am for youâŠâ saliva pools on the pallets of his tongue, slipping in between the sorcererâs words as you move like a vixen in the woods above him â sliding yourself into gojoâs lap to position yourself perfectly above his aching cock. âdonâtââ
gojo chokes on a moan as you begin circling your hips, plush and puffy pussy lips sucking in the length of his cock whilst it lays flat against his tummy. if he focuses his mind enough, pushes through the dark veil of lust youâve pulled over his mind that works in overdrive, he can just about see his bulbous, leaky tip peeking out from underneath the folds of his dark uniform â the uniform thatâs draped so perfectly over the curve of your mouth-watering body. a deep groan anchors itself in gojoâs chest like the roots of a sturdy oak tree and his hands leap up from the bedsheets to grip your peachy ass barely hidden by his clothes.
âdonât this, donât that,â you hum condescendingly, as you alternate the movement of your hips â dragging them back and forth, back and forth over your loverâs pathetically wet dick. you make sure to clench your slick hole every time it meets his tip, glazing him in a small stream of your arousal. âdonât you know how to shut up ân take it, satoru?â
the dominance in your voice has the white haired man in shambles, twitching beneath the weight of your body on his. for christs sake, heâs the strongest, he brings curses and sorcerer alike to their knees just by mention of his name. so why is he so weakened by the sight of you above him? by the sight of you in his clothes, grinding sloppily on his wet cock? gojo doesnât want infinity projecting him, not when he occasionally slips inside of your welcoming, tight cunt when you thrust yourself down on him.
âg-godâŠbaby, please!â he hiccups, fighting the urge to force you down onto him fully â bully his way into your squishy insides. satoru could do anything he wanted to you, in a single moment he could have you sniffling against the sheets and crying as much as your cunt doesâŠbut the way you rein him in just by wearing his clothes stops him.
âwhatâs the matter, handsome? you cryinâ?â
at your teasing, the cream that oozes from his sensitive tip paints your clit adds to your gathering arousal as it soaks through satoruâs uniform. nastily, he doesnât think heâll wash it, he wants the memories of tonight to stay with him forever. he wants to remember how you took over him and took his every capability in using his power â reducing the satoru gojo to a pussy drunk fool.
the scent of your sex is the only way he can think to immortalise this moment.
âi can⊠i can take it. give it tâme, want everythinâ youâve got,â satoru simpers eagerly over the lewd, sticky pap, pap, pap of your sexes meeting in a salacious bump and grind. he has no idea where to look â intimidated by the control that oozes off of you, the control that he gives you. if he stares at your bouncing breasts beneath his jujutsu tech jacket or your clenching cunt for too long, he might just bust all over you and his inform before he even has the chance to be inside of you.
light laughter escapes you at gojoâs babyish bleats and whimpers â so you lift the blindfold once more, lips spreading into a slow and sexy smirk, much like the kind he would tease you with. âi donât think you can handle my everything, baby.â
and youâd be right. not even the strongest sorcerer in japan could handle his woman in his uniform.
ê° end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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CALLING ALL DOLLS, DRONES, ROBOTS AND CODING ENTHUSIASTS
Are you a robot that loves to serve? Are you a doll maid who seeks guidance in your duties? Are you some form of drone or being with no free will, open to having your actions dictated by the will of your owner? Does the idea of your empty mind being programmed like a machine appeal to you?
Are you enticed by the notion of writing code for your robotic servants? Are you a witch looking to create more intricate control glyphs? Are you an owner seeking to create automated instructions for your drones? Do you love the idea of filling an empty mind with rules and instructions to reflect your will?
INTRODUCING DRONE RESTRAINT NOTATION!
WHAT IS IT?
Drone Restraint Notation, or DRN, is a pseudo programming language created by my good friend Errant Spark, a drone with a very creative <empty space>. I helped with some of the final tweaks for the 1.0 version, but this is almost entirely Its creation.
It is a programming language that is designed in such a way that anyone without a background in programming can execute the commands like a machine, doll, drone, or programmable entity of your choice. It is also simple enough that most people without a background in programming can pick it up fairly easily, and intuitively!
Once you understand the language, you can read and execute all kinds of dynamic instructions and instruction types, in a way that makes it easy to parse in a plain-text format.
HOW DOES IT WORK?
The main documentation document will provide far more detail to this question than I ever could, but effectively it goes like this:
There are a list of eight KEYWORDS, in block capitals, that show you the type of instruction youâre executing. Then, after the KEYWORD, the instructionâs details are shown. Commands are read and executed from top to bottom by the drone, and programs can be âinsertedâ into the droneâs memory at will (Assuming prior consent, of course)!
These KEYWORDS all have different kinds of functionality. The most basic one just has you carrying out a task. One checks if a condition is true, one provides an ongoing task you have to prioritize and maintain, one lets you create loops, etc.
The language has been designed in such a way as to minimize the amount of actual memorisation a drone has to do, and only has to read whatâs right in front of them, and memorize tasks they have to accomplish/maintain. Obviously, mileage may vary depending on the memory space of the doll.
WHY SHOULD I USE IT?
For fun, I suppose! If you are someone who loves the idea of being programmed like a machine, executing only the instructions given, then this provides that! If you are a programmer who wants to program your very own doll bot, then this is a great place to get started too!
You can keep things nice and simple with a headspace that accepts basic command inputs, or you can see how deep the rabbit hole goes and import whole libraries into your headspace to carry out a full dayâs maid duties, or sexual duties, or more!
Have fun executing commands, writing new code, testing it on your dolls. Have some playful fun watching as your early code files cause unintended behaviors, ironing out kinks and bugs like a real programmer until youâve got your bots performing all sorts of dynamic tasks- or insert purposeful bugs to make your robots twitch and halt~
As with all things, never execute an instruction that you cannot/would not consent to. This is meant to be fun, and is NOT meant to be a way to circumvent normal consensual kink play. Programmers who attempt to use DRN as a way to bully people into doing what they want (Unless youâre into that sort of thing, in which case go nuts) do NOT have my endorsement, or the endorsement of Errant Spark.
NOW GO OUT THERE, AND ENJOY YOUR PROGRAMMING <3
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PAC 18+: How they view you and their Sexual Thoughts
Random pictures, no theme. choose what your intuition guides you to do. We will cover, How do the person on your mind view you as a person generally & sexuality wise. Also their sexual thoughts about you.
Pile One:
Pulling your tarot first, I got the star, 8 of cups, 10 of swords, and 5 of swords. Which is ironic for the most emo picture pile lol. This is for how they view you. you might have a fear of abandonment, you might get played, led on, bad luck, loss hopes. Be Down all the time, pessimistic perspective or experiences. Playing the victim, being the victim of life. Someone that had bad mental health, and may have avoidant attachment, where you could up and leave, detached. Definitely looks at you as someone who either comes and goes with them or life in general, every card except 8 of cups which is the pirate, and one that leaves has wings on it. Been through a lot and trying to fill a void, or some type of happiness, achievement. Being hopeful, and faithful. Someone always trying to find better for themself even when down.
Pulling oracle, I got Self Assurance(Sacral Chakra) and Pele (Solar Plexus). Orange and yellow aura. Purple and blue can also be significant in someone style or favorite color. This self assurance card, she has a hoodie on with black eyeliner, bangs, while pele raises up the moon coming up from a volcano, bursting into this yellow atmosphere. You are an individual to this person. Comfortable in your skin, connected with yourself. Confident, Passionate and Desire, Powerful and Transformative. Authentic, Assured. Firey. Could be fun, intense, loud, definitely bold in some way. Creative energy, artistic, musical. Sexually open, liberated, free?
They view you sexually as someone who may have worth, be of high value of someway, and them being a spark like a passionate, sexual, firey, dominant man. Or they view this as your sexuality, and sexual dynamic you may like. Fun and free, but stable and committed. They see you as probably submissive, someone who likes to serve and give yourself. Someone who is maybe a quiet freak, runaway and have sex, need for privacy. Probably like to go on vacations, do it in the car, travel for sex. Maybe into candles, or dimmed lights, or lights. Someone who may overcame a lot in hookup culture, don't have to be a hoe, but learned a lot. have a different perspective on sex. Omg, for the pile two picture to be a living room, i am channeling living room flow by jhene aiko for this pile. lol. "its whatever you want, i want to please you most, whatever turns you on. you are so creative the way that your making love to me, you do me, like no one ever done it, that is all i wanted. not your heart or love, do what you do to my body, i just want to fuck." something like that.
Their sexual thoughts about you is conquering you as a sneaky link. getting sexual access to you and slutting you out. relax you, take you in. may be a third party involved, group setting or three some?? omg but their sexual desire for you is strong and maybe a desire for commitment, relationship, or long term. you turn this person on, they think about getting freaky with you. going somewhere to fuck. being this person you come to for something, to be taught, loved, secured, guided. they want to see you bent over in their bed, laying behind you in the bed, spooning. they want to feel you, intimacy with you, sex with you all night, over and over again. they think about straight up sex. a lot of sexual cards came out. they want you to be theirs, foreal foreal. love your side profile, may want to do a lot to your legs during sex, touch them, caress, put them in different positions. hips to, your arch. they want to eat you all up, and kiss on every part of you, pleasing you sensually in every way. they want to overcome obstacles with you sexually, lol, make love.
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Pile two.
You got 3 of cups, 6 of wands, the devil, page of swords. How they view you? Some keywords, not all has to resonate. popular, party person, likes things like sex and drugs. thrilling, rebellious things. thot, cocky, thrill/pleasure seeking, attached, addict, obsessed. shining, attention getter, victorious. Curious, communicator, funny, dark mind, dark humor, dark thoughts, in the clouds, airy, open minded, thoughtful, learner, listener. Social media, texting, calls, emails.
Universal Understanding (Solar Plexus) Sacred Learning (Third Eye). Sees you as very intelligent, sharp minded, wise. understands, and can see others, probably psychological. angel eyes, acceptance of others or dont judge people. Wisdom through experience, spiritual growth. Sharp eye!!!! Open third eye! and sharp mind with stuff to say.
They view you sexually as a very feminine, nurturing energy. whos on their level, an empress to an emperor. very loving, and caring. someone who likes to work together in the bed, help each other. put effort in. connect with the other person. create and build on one another. maybe some toxic, drama involved, chaos maybe. likes to celebrate one another, fight with each other.
Their sexual thoughts about you. One part is very loving, intimate, romantic bonding sex. They want to love you, feel loved by you. take it slow, learn and explore your body. admire you and take in your beauty. then another side of them is kind of wanting to take you down, tap you out. Where you kind of let them see this new side of them, and they have full control over you even if your like a victim, like your helpless. handcuffs, holding your hands. using their strength, to kind of hurt you, like a pain and pleasure thing. and wont mind if you dominate them and use strength and confidence.
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Pile three
They see you as this ball of energy whos like sneaky, and gets away with things. goes with the flow, lucky with time. akeakeake hopping around sneaking like a ghost, moving with fate. but you have this youthful, playful, fun, adrenaline, passionate energy in you that's ready to explore. take on adventures. they see you as someone who may steal or be sneaky to find security or control within your life. if your confused or stuck. they may see you as a rebel who does what they want on their own desires. they may see you as slightly immature.
They may see you as someone who is social, good with the world, in public environments. can connect to people. or this is maybe how they see you with them, connective, receptive, chill and cool. centered and grounded. maybe someone who goes through lessons in the physical realm, and has these spiritual awakenings, clarity moments, ephianys. Someone who has a good heart, and connected to everyone around them, very connected to nature, yourself. Mind, Body and Soul Balanced.
They view you as a erotic, have you sent them nudes, made a sex tape. they view you as someone who is good in the bed, and may could give good head. You may get your heartbroken, but you overcome, and challenge and travel through them. You may like that sexual dynamic, where they feel bad for you or something, or maybe you want to know how they will hurt you. some emotional kink that involves pain. (this is how they view you) they view you as maybe a cheater though, someone who could sneak around.
Their sexual thoughts, they like it when you know what your doing, and they know what their doing, and you help each other, and go fast. they like it when you guys are transparent, honest, clear. they like to cum, nut, squirt, any liquid of pleasure, and maybe being on top of you, hugging you, connecting and bonding. wanting to have sex to bond and heal things within the connection.
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⥠Pairing: Inexperienced!Bang Chan x Experienced Fem!Reader
⥠Genre: fluff and smut with a lil plot :)
⥠Word Count: 7.7k
⥠Summary: What occurs when joking about sex with your roommate leads to a shocking discovery about his lack of experience in the bedroom.Â
⥠Smut Warnings: not intended to have overt dom/sub dynamics but you can infer vibes if you want lol, chan is rlly insecure but reader is here to help!!, nipple play, handjob, oral (m rec), fingering (f rec), protected piv
⥠Notes: hey yall, i wanted to write something small and fun before my next big fic so here we are :â) honestly i was torn between writing this for chan or bin and ended up choosing chan but lmk if you'd want to see a fic like this for binnie! i went super perfectionist mode and rewrote this several timesâŠ. like at least 7 fsdgdsfg but i don't want it in my drafts anymore !! just take it !!
⥠Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.
All you said was a lighthearted jokeâ something said in jest to make your roommate-turned-best friendâs face flush red and burn all the way to the tips of his ears.
That was always the reaction Chan had when you brought up having had sex, you noticed; cheeks flushed red, eyes darting away from yours to look anywhere else, thumbs nervously twiddling where his hands rested in his lap. You assumed he had plenty of experience, but was more of a âheat of the momentâ kind of guyâ where you imagined heâd be confident and sure of himself with his partner, but talking about sex outside of the moment turned him into a shy, stuttering mess.Â
And itâs not that you purposely went out of your way to imagine what Chan was like during sex, but your mind would often wander there on its own. He was attractive, to put it lightlyâ devoted to fine-tuning his muscles with diligently followed routines and strictly maintained effort. You were witness to his toned body on more than one occasion, as he often wandered around the apartment shirtless while having just woken up or doing his laundry.
It was a treat for the eyes for sure, but you were respectful. You never drooled over himâ at least not anywhere but in the privacy of your bedroom. But it wasnât just his body that you adored; he had the absolute cutest smile youâd ever seen, eyes crinkling into the prettiest crescent moons as dimples showed on his cheeks. You loved his fluffy, natural hair, and the deep brown color of his eyes, and the way warmth radiated off him when he pulled you into a hug.
So maybe you have a crush on himâ but you arenât going to act on it. You live together in a careful balance, in which you are close enough to him to become good friends while also hiding your attraction to him to maintain the peace. God forbid he doesn't return your attraction, or he does and down the line it makes things complicated. The last thing you need is to scramble for a new place to live after things between you donât work outâ youâd never be able to afford it, and youâll gladly swallow your feelings for home security.Â
But just because you couldnât have sex with Chan, didnât mean you couldnât talk about it with him.
Chan is shyâ that much you knew for certain. And sex, while a natural and fun part of life, is something that some people are embarrassed to be open about despite the normality. That's what you saw Chan as; a shy, easily embarrassed person. You thought it was so cute, and just a teensy bit funny; and with all that in mind, it was fun to tease himâ to watch his eyes widen in surprise before he let out an awkward cough and looked away, hoping to hide the red forming on his cheeks.
So today, after bringing up how your last date ended, and seeing how brightly Chanâs face burned when you talked about the way they touched you, you couldnât help but joke around with him. âOh, câmon Channie, donât be coy. I know youâre drowning in pussy when Iâm not here,â you teased him with a smirk. Considering your crush on him, you didnât like to think about it too hard, but you did believe itâ surely he brings people back to the apartment while youâre out on your dates.
âO-Oh, no, Iâm notâ I donâtââ he started to stutter out, and you giggled, because really, how could you believe anything else? Heâs perfectâ intelligent, funny, talented, as adorable as he is devastatingly hot; obviously he can get whoever he wants, and you believe he doesâ because Chan is certainly a fucking catch. But still, he continues to stammer and shake his head, blush spreading down his neck as he refutes your statement.
He isnât a virgin, you have that much right; but he also isnât some smooth operator hitting hookups with the classic âmy roommate isnât home đâ text like you seem to think. He doesnât even know why you think heâs secretly so coolâ heâs only ever shown you the most embarrassing version of himself, much to his own chagrin. Heâd like to be the person you think he is, but thatâs simply not reality.
And as your giggling comes to a stop, and you really look at Chan and take in his expression, you can tellâ he's being serious. "Oh," you blink in surprise, smacked with the realization that all your assumptions about him may have been entirely off base.
You frown, wondering if you've actually been making him uncomfortable this entire time. It was always meant to be in good fun, as you thought his bashful reactions were incredibly cute and endearing; but now you realize the truth. Chan isnât shy about sex because heâs a private personâ heâs shy about sex because he isn't having any.
Suddenly, you feel really embarrassed about all the times you talked about yourself; maybe it's karma for all the times you've subtly teased him. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or crossed a line or anything, I didn't mean to, reallyâ" You start to apologize, but Chan interjects, quickly shaking his head.
"N-No, no, you're fine! I just, uhâ" he nervously stumbles on his words again, not even sure what heâs doing at this point. He doesn't even know why he refuted your joke so stronglyâ sure, it wasnât true, but wouldnât it be better for him if you believed it?Â
Chan likes youâ like, really likes you; but he can't imagine someone as experienced and confident as you will go for a guy like him. Because while he isn't a virgin, his past experiences have been woefully cringe-inducing to even recall.
He was always so eager and clumsy, with trembling hands and face so red he was sure he looked like a tomato. He was embarrassingly sensitive, every touch feeling so overwhelmingly good that he could hardly contain all the noises threatening to leave his throat. He came so fast that he didnât even know what to do with himself when it was all said and done, hiding his face beneath his arm while he muttered a string of low apologies.Â
And subjecting you to all of that? No thanks, falling off the face of the earth would be more preferable. You're the most sex positive person he's ever met, and you wonât make fun of him, he logically knows, but thereâs part of him that fears it anyways. On top of that, apparently you had an extremely positive perception of his skills, and now he's ruined it.
While he's unsure what about him led you to believe he's desirable enough to have people biting at the chance to be with him, that impression, for better or worse, will never come back. So should he just be honest? Admit that he's actually really down bad for you but nowhere near confident enough to think he's enough for you?
That sounds like a bad idea. Terrible, even. Chan swallows as he looks at you, doing his best to ignore the way anxiety builds from deep in his gut. You're looking at him so patiently, caringly, that it makes his heart squeeze in his chest. Fuck itâ he doesn't have to be completely honest and bear his heart on his sleeve, but he can trust you enough to admit a little bit of what he feels, right? If he can't confide in you then who else can he confide in?
"I just, uhm, I'm not very confident, I guess," he says after a careful breath, nervously scratching at the back of his neck as he darts his eyes away, "like.. in myself, or.. my skills, you know. So I just, uh.. don't have sex." You don't respond right away, simply blinking as you process the information, and regret starts to flood over the anxiety as Chan begins to overthink everything heâs admitted to you.
Really, youâre just shocked; Chan is sexyâ like, really sexy. So the revelation that he isnât confident in himself enough to enjoy sex to its fullest extent is baffling. He has such effortless charisma in other aspects of his life despite his shy nature, and you always assumed it carried over into his sex life; where his bashful looks and timid grins would melt away into someone confident and assured once the moment kicked off.Â
âI could help you,â you finally offer once the initial surprise wears off, and instantly his brain is short circuiting, not even realizing that his astounded âhuh?â left him audibly. You didn't really plan on confessing your attraction to Chan this way, if ever, but well.. here you are.
"It's justâ you're like, the hottest person I know. Seriously. And I don't care if you lack experience, I'd have sex with you regardless," you explain, a rare blush of your own beginning to heat your face, "So, yeah, you knowâ if you want me like I want you, then.." You start to trail off, but you think he gets what you were intending to say.
It's a bit embarrassing to be blushing yourself considering all the casual sex you have, but it's not your faultâ Chan is the only person you've caught feelings for in years, so you can't help but blush a little. Chan, meanwhile, is still stunned; you're attracted to him? You want to have sex with him? Really?
On one hand, it's excitingâ you want him, he wants you, and you don't care that he's inexperienced. But still, on the other hand.. With all the experience you have, donât you want to sleep with someone who matches your energy? He can't imagine that you'd enjoy watching him fumble his way through your time together, or that heâd bring you any pleasure with his lackluster skills.
And what would your relationship be afterwards? Just friends and roommates who happened to fuck once, or something more? Will the mutual attraction die off the moment you realize his insecurities are way more than you signed on for?
âYou donât have to answer right now,â you assure him, offering all the time he may need to think about your proposition. Maybe it wonât be the most casual of your experiences considering your massive crush on him, but how could you pass up the chance to help him? Especially when helping means having sex with the guy of your dreamsâ because really, thatâs what Chan is.
He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, swallows the lump in his throat, and takes a breathâ because despite all his fears, he really likes you, and of course he wants to fuck you. Chan always figured heïżœïżœd never have a chance with you unless you experienced a huge lapse in judgment; and maybe this is one and done, maybe it doesn't mean as much for you as it does for him, but heâll still take that chance, insecurities be damned; heâd be a fool not to.
âI want to,â he tells you, soft and timid, but certain. You smile, equally as soft, as you inch closer to him on the sofa. âCan I kiss you?â you ask him, giggling when he quickly nods. Itâs cuteâ equally as cute as the small, involuntary noise he makes from the back of his throat when your lips touch his. You start slow, pressing long, lingering kisses to his plush lipsâ as soft as you always imagined.
His breath hitches when you crawl onto his lap, pulling away to look at you with widened eyes. âToo much?â you ask, ready to pull yourself off of him but he quickly shakes his head. âYouâre justââ he pauses, licks his lips as his face flushes a deeper pink, but continues â..so pretty. Really pretty. Can't believe this is really happening."
It feels a bit silly being so shy to tell you how pretty you are to him when youâve been kissing him and are quite literally sitting on top of his dick, but he canât help the way you make him feel. Itâs a simple compliment too, one that normally wouldnât affect you very much, but makes your heart pick up ever so slightly in speed regardless; you suppose because Chan is the one saying it.
You can tell he doesnât know what to do with his hands when you kiss him again, keeping them clenched and firmly stuck to his side. You take them in your hands, guiding them to your body and resting them on your hips. âTouch me, Channie,â you breathe against his lips, âanywhere you want.âÂ
âAnywhere..?â he questions with a shaky exhale, hands trembling where they rest on your body. âMhm, want to feel you,â you tell him sweetly, and God, he already feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest before heâs even really begun. But he listens, hands carefully traveling up and down your body as you lean back in to continue kissing him.
You let your own hands wander as wellâ over his arms, across his chest, down the toned abs you can distinctly feel even beneath his sweater. You lick his bottom lip, feeling his body shiver beneath the tips of your fingers as he opens his mouth for you, letting your tongue inside.
He brings his hands to your chest, palming your breasts before he carefully squeezes them. You bring one of your hands to hover over his, encouraging him to continue by squeezing your hand atop his. Heâs only touching you over your clothes, but he already feels impossibly dizzy from the excitementâ he canât even focus on how pathetic that would normally make him feel either, because your tongue in his mouth fogs his brain.Â
The next time you pull away, itâs to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head so swiftly that Chan barely even has time to process what heâs about to see. He sucks in a breath as he looks at your tits; it doesnât even matter that theyâre still contained by a braâ itâs still more than enough to send him reeling. Pretty, pretty, pretty, is all he can think, his mind unable to conjure a thought any more complex than simple words.
You move your hands behind your back, ready to unhook your bra and expose yourself to him entirely, but he briefly stops you. âCan Iâ Can I try..?â he asks, clearly nervous but eager to try and prove himself in whatever way youâll let him. âCourse, Channie,â you smile at him as you let your arms fall back to your side, âgo ahead.â You lean closer to him, bringing your hands to his shoulders as he brings his own to your back.Â
You press kisses to his jaw as you wait for him to act, eventually trailing down to his neck. It makes him gasp and bite his lip, the skin of his neck evidently more sensitive than he ever even realized. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying his best not to get too distracted by the feeling of your lips on the sensitive spots of his neck before he continues.
His fingers fumble with the hooks of your bra, his trembling hands causing his grip to slip more than once. Itâs embarrassing how badly heâs failing at this simple task, but you pay no mind to it, continuing to kiss him as he takes his time to figure it out. You caress his arms, pulling away to reassure him when his shaking fingers mess up for the third time.
âRelax, baby, youâve got it,â you tell him, the affectionate term unintentionally slipping outâ but Chan seems to welcome it, offering you a soft smile and nod as he timidly tries again. He lets out the breath he was unconsciously holding when he finally succeeds, watching attentively as you bring your hands to the now loose straps, sliding them down your arms.
You toss your bra aside when your arms are freed from the straps, and Chan canât help but stare at your now bare chest. He can count on a single hand the amount of tits heâs seen, so his thoughts may be a bit biased in your favor, but he firmly believes yours are the prettiest heâs ever looked at. Chewing on his bottom lip, he looks to you for permission to touch them again, which you easily grant him.Â
The soft noise you let out when his thumbs brush over your nipples both surprises him and makes his cock throb; he can still hardly even believe youâre really letting him touch you. âIs that good?â he asks as he does it again, intoxicated by the way you whimper and squirm. âMhm, feels good. Feels better when theyâre wet, though,â you tell him, watching as the gears turn in his brain.Â
He licks his lips and leans down, bringing his face to your chest. He sticks out his tongue, slowly swiping it against one of your hardened nipples, eyes glued to your face as he does. âThis what you want?â he asks, repeating the action when you gasp and nod. You thread your fingers through his hair, another whimper leaving you as he wraps his lips around your nipple and swirls his tongue around it.
You reach for his other hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, licking and coating them in your saliva. He whines at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his fingers, his imagination running wild with images of what itâd feel like on different parts of his body. Once satisfied with the wetness of his fingers, you take them from your mouth and bring them back down to the nipple currently not in his mouth. âUse them to touch me, pleaseââÂ
Chan wastes no time in doing what you ask, a soft whine escaping him when you gently tug on his hair. His cock is painfully hard and straining against his jeans that are now uncomfortably tight around him. You can feel it pressing against your ass, his eyes fluttering shut when his treatment of your nipples cause you to squirm and rub against his erection. The friction is overwhelming, your noises are intoxicating, the combination makes him dizzy with need for more.Â
More of your touch on his skin, more of your pretty whimpers in his ear, more of anything and everything youâre willing to give him, he wants it all. Soon youâre reaching for the hem of Chanâs sweater, and he separates from you, allowing you to pull it up and over his head, discarding it to the floor with the rest of your clothing. You admire him, trace his pecs and his abs with your fingers, smiling at him sweetly when he shivers beneath your touch.Â
âYouâre so handsome, Channie,â you tell him as you continue to run your fingers along his torso, âso hot, you have no idea how bad Iâve wanted you.â He whines and turns his face away, a vain attempt to hide the heat that rises to it. âThatâsâ I-I.. didnât know..â he mumbles shyly, hesitant to meet your gaze againâ mostly because he thinks his heart will burst if he looks at you while youâre saying things like that to him.
He doesnât know how heâs ever going to be able to look at you without going red in the face after this, or how heâs going to be able to hear your voice again without his cock getting hard. Better yet, how is he going to look at you without thinking about how bad he wants you to be his, or for him to be yours? Either way, thatâs a problem for the futureâ because your hands and lips are all over him, and thatâs what he wants to focus on now.Â
Chan sucks in a breath when your hand brushes his erection over his jeans, bites his lip when you start to undo the button, lets out a shaky exhale as you begin to pull down the zipper. Heâs not sure what youâll think of his length, but he hopes you like it, prays that itâs enough to satisfy you. âYou should have more confidence in yourself, Channie,â is the first thing you say as you take it in your hand, âyouâve got the prettiest cock Iâve ever seen.âÂ
âW-What? No way, thatâsâ youâre just saying that,â he pouts, the blush covering his face and ears becoming unbearably hot. You canât mean thatâ he almost refuses to believe it; because he simply canât comprehend that you would prefer him to anyone else. âIâm not, baby. I mean it,â you tell him, and the way he throbs in your hand gives away that he likes the compliment, even if he doesnât entirely believe itâs true.Â
You really are being honest; itâs not the longest youâve ever had, but itâs among the thickest, with pretty veins that accentuate it. You want to trace themâ with your fingers, your lips, your tongue, everything. And then thereâs the way his pre-cum leaks from the tip, steadily dripping and pooling where it falls-âall you can say is that itâs mouth-watering. The look in your eyes makes Chan feel impossibly shy, and it takes everything within him not to cover his face when your eyes meet again.Â
He never imagined that look would be for him; that he would ever be deserving of your touch and affectionate words. And the sweet smile you offer him when you start to earnestly stroke his cockâ heâs done for, absolutely done for. Heâll never be able to hide how bad he wants you after thisâ maybe he should listen to you and gain some confidence, ask you to be his before someone else steals you away.Â
Chan quickly loses his ability to form coherent thought once you start picking up your pace however, your hand having quickly become slick from his pre-cum. His head falls back against the sofa, breaths growing more and more labored with each stroke of your soft, warm, wet hand. You can feel his thighs twitch beneath you, and the way his hips jolt up to try to seek further friction from your hand, though your weight atop his legs prevents him doing so.Â
âWant you in my mouth,â you tell him, pleased with the way the words make him gasp and squirm, âYou want that, Channie? Will you let me suck you off?â Fuck, do you even have to ask? As if there is any reality in which he would ever say no; you can have him, all of him, he doesnât care as long as itâs youâ heâll never deny you any part of him. âYeah, yeah, want that, please,â he breathes, an almost shameless plea for you to do whatever you want with him.Â
You offer him a pretty smile, placing a quick but affectionate kiss to his lips before you remove yourself from his lap. Sinking to your knees, you pull Chanâs jeans and boxers down his legs and to his ankles, and wait for him to step out of them and spread his legs wide enough for you to fit between them. Thereâs an apprehensive look in his eye when you scoot closer to him, and you pause, looking up at him with concern. âAre you nervous?â you ask, ready to stop at a momentâs notice if he needs you to.
âAh, yeah, sorry, I justââ he pauses, an awkward, nervous laugh leaving him as he averts his gaze away from yours, âI just.. âm worried Iâm gonna cum too fast when you.. Uh, yeah, you know.â He feels a bit pathetic admitting it, and he keeps his eyes locked on a random corner of the room, still holding onto the irrational fear that youâll judge or laugh at him. Of course, you do neitherâ you simply lean forward on your knees, reaching a hand up to touch his face and bring his eyes back to yours.Â
âDonât worry about that, I wonât mind if you cum fast, okay? It wonât bother me, and I wonât be mad. Just enjoy yourself,â you tell him earnestly, smiling sweetly at him when he slowly nods. You want to show him that youâre more than happy to take care of him until he gets the confidence in himself he needs, that thereâs no shame in feeling so good that he canât help but let go, that youâll want him regardless.Â
You settle back on your knees, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs until you feel like his nerves have settled. He nods to you when heâs ready, and you give him one last smile before you bring your face directly to his waiting cock. The kisses you place to the tip are already enough to have him gasping and squirming in his seatâ soft, delicate, and wet. Your fingers hold him at the base, keeping it held in place even as it twitches in response to every kiss you leave behind.Â
You stick out your tongue, let spit dribble down and further wet his leaking tip, and itâs positively the most erotic thing Chan has ever witnessed; he has to cover his face to stop himself from losing his mind. Head fallen back against the sofa with his arm thrown over his face, he gasps once more when he feels your tongue press against his skin. You lick slowlyâ whether to savor the taste or prolong the moment, Chan is unsure, but he welcomes it either way.Â
He canât suppress the throaty groan that leaves him when you drag your tongue across the entirety of his length, tracing the veins with it just as you wished to. âO-Oh my god, babyââ he gasps when you finally start to take his cock into your mouth, too far gone to realize that he too let the pet name slip out. You donât seem to mind, at least; after all, despite this âcasualâ encounter, youâve already done the same, and been more affectionate than he ever anticipated.
Chan wants to believe youâre affectionate just with him; that none of your other casual partners have ever been looked at the way youâve looked at him, that you never called them sweet names or given them such caring glances. Maybe heâs feeding himself a delusion, but he wants to believe you want him as bad as he wants youâ beyond just the physical. He wants to believe this isnât just a one time thing, and most of all he wants to believe that youâll fall in love with him.Â
Is it normal to think about love when your cock is deep down your crush's throat? He doesnât knowâ but all he can think about, apart from how amazing your mouth feels, is how much he loves and adores you. Letting his arm fall back to his side, he lifts his head from the sofa to look at you once more, and fuck, what a site you are. Eyes glassy and pretty as you gaze up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed red, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.
The sounds you make as you bob your head are so salacious it makes his head spin, his thighs tremble with each motion of your tongue on the underside of his length, and every time his tip touches the back of your throat he canât help but let out a moan. His fingers struggle to find purchase on the sofaâs cushion, so instead he clenches his fist, knuckles quickly turning white. You notice, of course, so you bring one of your hands to his, intertwining your fingers and letting him squeeze your hand instead.Â
God, that fucks with his heartâ but he hardly has any time to dwell on it. Heâs barely been holding back his orgasm, and heâs not sure how much longer he can last. âBabe, baby, feels so good, I canâtâ o-oh, please, âm gonna cumââ he babbles his warning, whimpering when you hum in response and continue to take him as deep into your mouth as he can go. His eyes roll back, cock throbbing and entire body tremblingâ and one more swipe of your tongue and swallow around his length is all it takes to have him cumming.
âO-Oh myâ fuck, fuck, sorry, âm cumming, babyââ he rambles, thankfully too far gone to be embarrassed by all the things heâs saying to you. You swallow all he has to give you, not pulling off him until he starts to come down from his high and cock begins to soften. Heâs dazed and breathless as he looks at you, chest heaving as his brain tries to recalibrate itself after how good you just made him feel.
You rise from your knees and set yourself back on the sofa, leaning towards Chan to kiss him after heâs caught his breath. He can taste himself on your lips, but he doesnât hate it; thereâs a strange part of him that even enjoys it. ââm sorry,â he mumbles with a nervous pout when you pull away, âI tried to hold it back, but..âÂ
âChannie, I told you not to worry about that. It felt good, right? Thatâs all that matters,â you tell him, directing him to look at you when he tries to avert his gaze again. He swallows the anxiety down, trying to look at you without feeling like disappearing into a void. But he can tell after just a moment how sincere youâre being, and it spreads relief through his veins. Itâs not that he really doubted you, but his internal dialogue is far from rational.
Youâve been so good to him since the start, and though heâs incredibly shy and equally as nervous, thereâs nothing more he wants now than to return the favor. He still doubts heâs good enough to give you what you deserve, to skillfully make you cum and cry out for him, but heâll tryâ God, heâll fucking try.Â
It takes all the confidence he can muster to speak what he wants to say, but he thankfully manages alright. âI want, uhâ ..w-want to make you cum too,â he admits, doing his best to hold your gaze despite the way shyness claws at him and his blush burns his face. âYeah?â you smile, honestly pretty eager to let Chan touch you more.Â
While you were more than ready to keep taking the lead, to guide him along and take care of him, youâre happy to see a surge of confidence in himâ even if itâs a small one. âTouch me then, Channie. Make me cum,â you tell him as you beckon him closer, letting out a soft, content hum when he kisses you. You let him guide you back until your back is flat against the sofa, spreading your legs so that he can nestle between them.Â
You can feel his hands trembling again as they travel your body, but Chan doesnât let the nerves prevent him from hooking his fingers into your pants. He continues to kiss you as he slides them down your legs, along with your pantiesâ not just because he loves kissing you, but also because heâs not quite ready to look at your bare pussy; he genuinely thinks his heart will give out if he doesnât mentally prepare himself first.
Pretty soon though, he does have to separate from you so he can let you slip your feet out of your clothes, and subsequently toss them to the floor with all the rest of your discarded clothing. He tries to keep his eyes locked on your face, but he canât help but let his eyes trail down and roam over the rest of your exposed body. Heâs mesmerized in an instant; youâre so impossibly pretty, every inch of you breathtaking and beautiful andâ God, just perfect.
He knows his words will fail him, so he hopes his lips on yours will do enough of the talking for him, hopes that he can show how bad he adores and desires you with actions alone. You intended initially to let him take his time, but youâve been impossibly wet and worked up this entire time; and besides, doesnât he need a little push?Â
So you take one of his hands, guiding it to your dripping center. Chan lets out an involuntary whine from the back of his throat, body shivering in response. âY-Youâre soâ oh my god, how are you so wet?â he asks, as in awe of you as he is surprised. âYou, baby,â you answer, voice growing shakier now that heâs rubbing his fingers between your folds, âI told you, youâ youâre so handsome, you know? Get me so hot, âve wanted you so bad.âÂ
God, he still canât believe itâ how is it possible that youâve wanted him as bad as heâs wanted you? And thereâs no way his insecurities can make him believe youâre just saying it to make him feel good about himself anymore, because he can feel the proof of your words with his fingers. âTell meâ tell me what you like, what you want, please,â he softly pleads, âneed to make you feel good.â
âInside, want your pretty fingers inside me,â you tell him, shivering when you feel the tips of his fingers pressing against your hole. He starts slow and careful, gently pushing one of his fingers inside, alternating between watching his hand and looking up to your face. Youâre so slick and warm, and the way you squeeze around even just one of his fingers makes his head spinâ because he canât help but imagine how youâd feel on his cock.
âAnother, add another, please,â you all but beg once youâre adjusted to how one feels, and he wastes no time in obliging you, delighting in the way it makes your eyes flutter closed. You bite your lip when he starts to instinctively move his fingers faster, little whimpers escaping as your breaths become heavier. âYou sound so pretty,â he says, gasping when he realizes it caused you to clench harder around his fingers.Â
Do you like when he talks to you? He doesnât know if itâs his voice you like, or what he said in particular, but if you like it then he wonât stop. âF-Feels so amazing, I canâtâ canât stop thinking about what youâd feel like around me, want it so bad, want to be inside you,â he starts to ramble, doing his best to voice everything that comes to his mind, anything he thinks youâll like and will have you clenching again, even if it embarrasses him to say it.
He experiments with his fingers as he talks to youâ changing angles and curling his fingers, trying to find what you like the best. You gasp when he finds your spot with the tips of his fingers, body trembling and back arching. âR-Right there, fuck, feels so good, Channie, your fingers feel so good,â you tell him breathlessly, and he canât help the way he stiffens and throbs once more in response.Â
And really, how is he supposed to look at the way you shake beneath him, hear your pretty voice praise the way heâs touching you, and not get hard again? He wants nothing more than to make you cumâ to make you cry and writhe in pleasure for him, because of him; almost desperate for it, he hits your spot over and over again, hoping to bring you closer and closer to the release you both crave.Â
Heâs mesmerized by the way your eyes roll back, by the rise and fall of your chest and tremble of your thighs; addicted to the way your moans and whimpers grow higher in pitch, and the messy, wet sounds his fingers create between your legs. Chan glances down to your pussy, taking notice of your puffy, neglected clit.Â
He wants to taste it, to wrap his lips around and let his tongue lavish it, but he doesnât trust himself to be able to get down smoothly or without messing up his rhythm; so instead, he brings his thumb to itâ something heâs seen done in porn that woman always seemed to like (and he desperately hopes you like it too.) Thankfully, he gets the effect he was hoping forâ you let out a whimper and squirm, nails digging into his skin.Â
Chan doesnât let up even when his wrist begins to grow sore, running purely on desire and instinct. âF-Fuck, Channie, baby, âm gonna cum, youâre gonna make me cum,â you gasp out, voice whiny and strained, but still oh so pretty in his ears. He canât believe heâs actually going to make you cum, canât believe how lucky he is; and he's utterly transfixed on the way your body moves, drunk on the sounds that freely spill from you.Â
He gasps when you reach out and unexpectedly pull him closer, letting out a soft, surprised whine when you eagerly crash your lips into his. Itâs the messiest kiss heâs ever had, tongues dancing and drool falling from the corners of your mouth, hot and heavy breaths passed between each other. Your thighs squeeze his hand as your orgasm takes you, entire body shaking as your back arches off the sofa, arousal gushing and further coating his fingers.
Chan slowly slides his fingers out of you as you catch your breath, meeting your gaze shyly when you open your eyes to look at him once more. Heâs so fucking hard, again, and you instantly notice, much to his embarrassment. He wants to fuck you, thereâs no denying itâ but he canât help but continue to feel self-conscious, even now.Â
You sit up and kiss him once more, as if to dispel all doubts and worries from his racing mind. âWant you, Channie,â you tell him, voice soft, sweet, and reassuring, âdo you still want me? Wanna fuck me?â He whines from deep in his throat, knowing heâd never be able to deny it, even if he wanted to.Â
âYes, God, yes, wanna fuck you,â he answers honestly, nervously chewing on his bottom lip, âb-but Iâ I just.. donât want to disappoint you.â Heâll never forgive himself if he fucks this up and leaves you wanting and unsatisfied; he wants to be nothing less than perfect for you and he already knows that he isnât.Â
âChannie, baby, look at me,â you say as you reach a hand to his cheek, urging him to meet your eyes again, âyou wonât disappoint me, you could never.â You place soft, comforting pecks to his lips, holding his hands and rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs until you feel him start to lose his tension. âRemember what I said? Donât worry about anything but feeling good. I want you to cum again,â you tell him, smiling as he nods, his face flushing a deeper red.Â
Leaning towards the coffee table, you reach for where you dropped your purse before sitting down with Chan, digging around inside until you find one of the spare condoms you make sure to keep for your dates. He swallows as he watches you pull it out, beyond nervous but equally as excited to finally feel you wrapped around him.Â
Even just watching you tear open the packaging is enough to have him trembling, and when you glance at him to make sure heâs ready, he ignores his insecurities the best he can to offer you a timid smile. You return the smile, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a few slow pumps to make sure heâs ready. He squirms and softly whines, still sensitive from his previous orgasm, but thereâs no way heâs going to let that stop him from having this moment with you.Â
He shivers when you easily roll the condom down his length, biting his lip as you crawl back onto his lap after youâve finished. His heart is beating fast and erratic, and he wonders if you can hear how loudly itâs thumping against his chest. He lies half propped up by one of the sofaâs cushions, looking up at you with eyes akin to a puppy, watching your every move with bated breath.Â
You reach between your bodies to hold his cock at the base, angling it with your still soaked entrance. You let go once you start to sink down on it, moving your hand to his chest to support yourself as his cock pushes inside. âOh, fuckââ Chan lets out a choked gasp, already overwhelmed by the sensation even before youâre fully sat on his length.Â
Even with a condom on, he can still feel how warm and wet you are, your walls squeezing him so tight it takes his breath away. âFuck, baby, oh my god, it already feels so good, what the fuckââ he gasps again once your hips are flush together. He doesnât remember it feeling this amazing the last time he had sex; is it because heâs more sensitive from before? Or is it because itâs you?Â
No matter the answer, heâs certain of one thingâ and thatâs that heâs definitely going to cum fast; he just hopes you meant it when you said itâs okay. He lets out an obscenely loud moan when you start to lift and drop your hipsâ one that would normally make him extremely embarrassed, but he feels way too good to even focus on it; all he can think about is how fucking good you feel.Â
His hands squeeze your hips, and he looks at you with stars in his eyes. How can you be so pretty, so beautiful? How can you feel this good? The way heâs looking at you makes your heart stutter and pussy clench, an act that makes Chanâs head fall back against the cushion as he moans. Heâs so handsome, with the way his curly hair clings to his forehead with sweat, his bitten lips and flushed cheeksâ it's insane that he can't see how crazy for him you are.Â
You lean forward to kiss him, bringing one of your hands up to thread your fingers through his hair as your tongue slips past his parted lips. He feels dizzy with pleasure, each of his loud moans and whines muffled only by your lips on his. Youâre both panting by the time you separate, with you falling forward and burying your face into his neck.Â
Your legs and knees quickly begin to scream at you, but you ignore it as best you can in favor of chasing pleasure, bouncing on his cock with all the energy you can muster. You know he wonât last much longerâ he was already sensitive to start, and you can feel him twitching and throbbing more and more with each additional motion of your hips.Â
âBaby, âm so closeââ Chan whimpers, eyes rolling back when you clench around him harder. âYeah? Gonna cum again for me, Channie? Gonna cum with me?â you ask as you snake your hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit in quick circles so that you can cum together. He quickly nods and bites his lip, hands squeezing you tighter and hips rising to chase you every time you lift off him.Â
It only takes a couple more rolls of your hips to have him cumming again, white, hot pleasure coursing through his veins and overwhelming every inch of his body, filling the condom with all he has to give. You follow quickly behind, hips stuttering and losing all sense of rhythm as you ride out your release.Â
You collapse against his chest with a heavy sigh once youâre done, utterly exhausted from all the effort, but completely satisfied. Youâre both breathless, eyes closed as you collect yourselves and racing hearts start to return to normal speed. Well, in Chanâs case it doesnât completely return to normal; because youâre still naked on top of him, and even after having just had sex, he still canât believe youâre here with him right now like this.
You lift your hips and let his softening cock slide out of you, laying on Chanâs side with his arm as support so you donât fall off the sofa. You carefully remove the condom, tying it off and preparing it to be thrown away once youâre ready to get upâ for now, youâre too tired to move, and you just want to stay next to Chan for as long as you can.Â
You lay your leg across his body, cuddling close to him while he continues to support your weight with his arm. âHow was it? Fun?â you ask him, smiling when he blushes and looks away, still unable to help being shy even after all you just did together. âOf course, youâre.. incredible,â he answers honestly, chewing on his lip before he continues, âBut, were youâ ..was I good enough for you..?â
âChannie, are you kidding? You were perfect, I promise,â you assure him, giggling softly when he breathes a sigh of relief. âYou get stuck in your head too much, baby,â you continue, absentmindedly tracing circles in his skin as you speak, âI promise you, you could have anyone you want. I mean it when I say youâre perfect.â He still doesnât quite believe what youâre saying is true, but he can at least accept that you believe it.Â
But he wonders if you knowâ itâs not just anyone he wants, but you. He was only able to do this because it was you that offered-âanyone else, and he wouldâve instantly turned them down, or wouldn't have been able to enjoy himself if he did accept. Looking at you now reaffirms what heâs long since thoughtâ youâre the only one for him.Â
âBaby, I want you to be mine-âwant you to be my girlfriend,â is what he wants to sayâ but Chan is much too shy, and canât bring himself to do it. âC-Can weâ can we do this again sometime..?â is what he ends up saying insead. And you smile as you nod, sweetly running your fingers through his messy curls before you give him another kiss, âCourse, baby. Anytime you want me, Iâm yours.â
network tags: @skzstarnet @ksmutsociety
#âsomething smallâ i say as i write 5k more words than intended of pure smut#ksmutsociety#skzstarnet#skz x reader#bang chan x reader#skz smut#bang chan smut#skz scenarios#skz imagines#skz fanfic#mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune
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Love, Hate, and the Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Five Hargreeves had always been known for his sharp mind and sharper tongue. Y/N, his girlfriend, was no different. Their relationship was a fiery mix of love and playful antagonism, a dynamic that often left the rest of the Hargreeves family in stitches. Today was no exception.
The siblings had gathered in the living room of the Umbrella Academy, the air filled with the scent of popcorn and the sound of laughter. Klaus had found an old box of family videos and insisted on a movie night, much to everyoneâs amusement.
Y/N and Five sat on the couch, bickering over which movie to watch.
âIâm telling you, Five, âThe Princess Brideâ is a classic!â Y/N argued, holding the DVD case up for emphasis.
âAnd Iâm telling you, Y/N, if I have to hear âAs you wishâ one more time, I might throw myself into a time vortex,â Five retorted, rolling his eyes.
Diego snickered from his spot on the floor. âAh, the sweet sound of true love.â
âViktor,â Y/N pleaded, turning to him for support. âBack me up here. âThe Princess Brideâ is timeless, right?â
Viktor smiled, enjoying the show. âIt is, but watching you two argue is better entertainment.â
Luther, munching on a handful of popcorn, chimed in. âYou know, Five, for a guy whoâs been through the apocalypse, youâre surprisingly bad at picking battles.â
Five shot him a glare. âAnd for a guy whoâs part gorilla, youâre surprisingly bad at shutting up.â
Klaus, sprawled out on the other couch, giggled. âOh, leave them alone, Luther. This is their foreplay.â
Y/N and Five both turned a shade of red, but neither was willing to back down.
âFine,â Five said, crossing his arms. âWeâll watch âThe Princess Brideâ. But if I start quoting it sarcastically, you have only yourself to blame.â
Y/N grinned triumphantly. âDeal. And for the record, if you donât cry when Inigo Montoya gets his revenge, youâre heartless.â
Five smirked. âOh, donât worry. My heartâs in perfect working order. Unlike some peopleâs taste in movies.â
As the opening credits rolled, the siblings settled in, occasionally glancing at Five and Y/N, who were now sitting unusually close, sharing a bowl of popcorn. The movie played on, and true to his word, Five couldnât resist a few sarcastic comments.
ââMy name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.â Classic line,â Five deadpanned. âReally hits you in the feels.â
Y/N nudged him playfully. âShut up and watch, smartass.â
Halfway through the movie, during the iconic fire swamp scene, Klaus leaned over to Diego, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, âDo you think theyâre actually fighting, or is this some weird foreplay we donât understand?â
Diego chuckled. âGiven how they are, itâs probably both.â
Y/N threw a piece of popcorn at Klaus. âWe can hear you, you know!â
Klaus caught it and popped it into his mouth. âJust saying, you two have the sexual tension of a rom-com.â
Five rolled his eyes but couldnât hide a smirk. âAnd you have the brain of a goldfish, but we still keep you around.â
Laughter erupted, and even Y/N couldnât help but join in. The teasing was relentless, but it was also filled with affection. The Hargreeves were a dysfunctional family, but they were a family nonetheless.
As the movie reached its climax, Five found himself genuinely engrossed. He glanced at Y/N, who was watching with a look of pure joy on her face. Despite their constant bickering, he loved seeing her happy.
The final scene played out, and as the credits rolled, Viktor turned to them, grinning. âSo, how was it, Five? Are you a âPrincess Brideâ fan now?â
Five shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. âIt wasnât the worst thing Iâve ever seen.â
Y/N beamed. âIâll take that as a win.â
Klaus jumped up, stretching dramatically. âWell, this was fun. Letâs do it again sometime. Preferably with more popcorn and less bickering.â
Diego smirked. âLess bickering? With these two? Not a chance.â
Five stood, pulling Y/N up with him. âCome on, Y/N. Letâs leave these amateurs to their popcorn.â
Y/N laughed, following him out of the room. âAs you wish.â
The siblings burst into laughter again, and Five couldnât help but smile. Their love/hate relationship might be a source of endless teasing, but it was also what made them, well, them.
As they walked down the hallway, Y/N slipped her hand into Fiveâs. âThanks for watching the movie with me, Five.â
He squeezed her hand, his usual sarcasm softened by genuine affection. âAnytime, Y/N. Just donât expect me to quote it back to you.â
âOh, I wouldnât dream of it,â she teased.
And with that, they continued down the hall, ready for whatever adventures and arguments lay ahead, knowing that as long as they had each otherâand the Hargreevesâ relentless teasingâthey could handle anything.
#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves imagines#number five imagine#number five x reader#five hargreeves x you#the umbrella academy#number five#number five one shot
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wonbin + dacryphilia ᥣđ© âąïœĄêȘৠËâ
day eleven. wonbin is always overwhelmed when it comes to you
warnings. sub!wonbin, crying
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âlook at meâ wonbin kept his head down as you spoke to him, unintentionally ignoring your request. wonbin would have loved to look at you, but he couldnât. there was no strength left inside of him, his brain having turned to mush as his body shook under you.Â
when you first pushed wonbin down to sit on the bed and straddled him he was excited, his back hitting the headboard as you eagerly stripped the two of you of your clothes and kept your lips on his in a heated kiss. the first whimper wonbin let out was when you slid your fingers into his hair and tugged at the strands harshly, the whimper fell from him at the perfect time as your lips parted momentarily. the smile on your face after you heard the noise told wonbin he was really in for it that night.
he loved it when you took control, when you were rough with him and didnât hold back. your sex life was pretty even on both ends, you both had your rougher, more dominant nights and you both had your more sensitive night. it was always fun when you both fell into the same mood, either ending in the two of you having mind blowing sex from both of you challenging the power dynamic or the two of you whining in each others arms whilst you moved desperately against each other. the two of you had incredible sexual chemistry, it was why wonbin felt nothing but pure lust as you continued to rough him up.Â
wonbin didnât anticipate just how quickly heâd lose himself though, usually he can last at least a little while, but tonight he was pretty much gone within an instant. something about the way your walls hugged him tightly as you sank down on his cock made his head spin, his thighs tensing under you as he struggled to find a place to put his hands. he happily let you guide them to your waist, his nails pressing deep into your skin as he attempted to relax under the feeling of you and not cum right away.Â
it didnât take long for wonbinâs eyes to shut, his lids fluttering shut as he breathed out another moan. he was in a daze, completely overcome by the feeling of you moving on his cock. his state only got worse when you began to move faster on him, taking him deeper with each bounce.Â
gaining his attention back was the hard part, after asking him to look at you, you knew he was out of it. the sniffle you heard come from him only secured that for you. oh wonbin, he was so sweet, so pretty, so precious and far too ruinable for his own good. pretty boys always made the prettiest criers and you already knew how pretty he looked when he cried,Â
you brought your hand down to his jaw, gently cupping it before tilting his head up so he would look at you, his eyes opened once you did. his eyes had turned red, his pupils shaking as his lips parted to let out a deep, shaky breath. he didnât know what to do with himself, he couldnât hide from you due to the way your hand tightened its grip on his jaw and lord the last thing he wanted was for you to stop. heâd just have to face you head on, or at least attempt to.Â
âwhy are you crying pretty boyâ you cooed at him, the thumb of your other hand running underneath his eye to wipe away some of his tears whilst your hips slowing down dramatically. at that point you were basically grinding down against him, purposely clenching around him. wonbinâs lips parted to reply but no words came out, instead a broken sob slipped from him. the sound made your heart ache.
he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled your chest against his, he buried his head in your neck and let out another sob as you moved on him again. you pushed your fingers into his hair and played with the strands soothingly, letting him breathe deeply into your neck as you felt your skin dampen.Â
âlet me take care of you binâ you sighed in his ear, moving your hips against his against. you felt him nod gently into your neck.
âpleaseâ his voice was broken and worn out, his eyes continuing to leak against your neck as you continued to ride him. wonbin was completely out of it, ruined because of you and he loved every second of it. having you take care of him was a dream come true.
wonbin was in blissful agony, his body aching in the best ways possible. his cock throbbed inside of you as your walls clamped down around it, his hips bucking up without him meaning too. he felt as if he had lost all control of his body with the way it moved on its own accord, he knew how close he was to completely losing himself in you. he pleaded with himself, prayed he would be able to tell you he felt like he was going to cum.
truthfully he felt someone embarrassed about how quick his orgasm had approached him but he couldnât help it. with how incredible you felt wrapped around him, the way you spoke so softly to him and how close the two of you were, it was bound to happen. it was almost laughable how quickly the situation had changed, how he went from wanting you to pull at his hair and degrade him to begging for you to take care of him and love him.
âso closeâ he breathed out, his voice still tired from the tears that were falling from his eyes, he was a mess.
you gently pulled at his hair, lifting his head out of your neck so you could look down at him. his eyes sparkled under the dim light in the room and his lips were swollen, cheeks flushed as he stared up at you. it looked as if there was no thought behind his eyes, his brain void of anything as he took in the pleasure you gave him.
âyou want to cum?â your voice was soft as you questioned him, hips not stopping as you waited for your answer.
âpleaseâ he whimpered once more, his voice whinier than before, he was truly a wreck, and the prettiest wreck you had ever seen.Â
âcum for me, prettyâ wonbinâs eyes squeezed shut the moment you spoke to him, his body shuddering beneath you as the feeling took over. he was overwhelmed, head immediately going back to your neck as his cum began to spill out into your cunt. the warm seed filling your walls as he cried out into your neck, a wet blotch forming instantly due to how many tears had began to form. the orgasm was intense, more intense than wonbin had first expected.
you softly played with his hair as you stilled your hips on his, fingers twirling around the strands as his arms stayed locked around your body and he sniffled into your neck. you shushed him calmingly, wanting to comfort him the best that you could in his current state.
you ended up staying there for longer than you had anticipated, his breathing slowly steadying out as you stayed wrapped around his cock whilst wonbin wrapped himself around you.Â
you couldnât help it, taking care of him was what you were made to do.
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I finished season 1 of Vrains and it was cool but I thought it needed about 2 billion more secret identity shenanigans
extended thoughts below
So I went into a deep dive in my last two posts (1, 2) about all the problems I had with Vrains, and you'd think I didn't enjoy it, but in fact as I was watching, there was a separate, parallel version of Vrains that was playing in my head, a Yugioh I think we were robbed of and which fixes every problem I had with the first season, and that is Secret Identities AU.
Yusaku needs FRIENDS
This is YUGIOH.
This dynamic is everything I wanted from Vrains. Yusaku developing unexpected fondness for these bozos who think he needs a defense squad. I want Miraculous Ladybug levels of secret identity shenanigans. I want Yusaku slapping his duel disk every time Ai tries to blow their cover.
This AU sprung forth from the scene in the duel club where he shows Naoki his decoy deck. Having Yusaku passing as a bad duelist is 1) so funny, but 2) Yusaku needing to maintain his low profile is a useful contrivance for other characters to get more duels, and 3) I think it would be a really fun one-off episode where Yusaku has to duel using his bad deck. When he wins, Naoki is so proud he cries.
Having Yusaku actually have to interact with the other characters in the real world opens up Greek play levels of dramatic irony. The crux of a secret identity story is that every single interaction builds up anticipation, because you the viewer know that the other party is being deceived, and that the tension will snap when the secret is revealed.
I have zero anticipation about Playmaker's identity being revealed, because Aoi would be like "oh.... I guess he goes to my school" and Go would be like "have I seen that guy before?" But SIAU Playmaker? My guy is making friends just so he can betray them. Insane.
Go needs A ROLE IN THE STORY.
I said in my first post that Go isn't a rival or a best friend character. SIAU fixes this by making him both simultaneously.
Having him be the ace of the duel club is a natural replacement for his whole hero of the orphans schtick, while placing him directly the circle of relevance with the other characters. Instead of being disgruntled that the orphans suddenly like Playmaker more than him, he's disgruntled that Naoki and the duel club mooks are fawning over Playmaker -- which is actually just Naoki's character anyway.
I would kill for a big dramatic moment where Go learns that Playmaker and Yusaku are the same person, and even though Go feels betrayed that Yusaku has been deceiving him, he stands by Yusaku anyway because they're friends.
With a secret identity story, every conversation is working on multiple levels because each character is working with asymmetric information. You get these fascinating, layered scenes of two characters talking past each other because they cannot give up their secret.
Which would go especially hard with Go and Yusaku, because Go has legitimate criticisms of Playmaker in canon and Yusaku has legitimate reasoning behind the things he does, and as Go Onizuka and Playmaker they could never come to an understanding on them, but as Go and Yusaku, two friends in duel club, that door becomes open to them.
Aoi needs WRITING THAT ISN'T A TRAINWRECK
I made a whole post on this. Basically every problem would be solved if Akira doesn't know that she's Blue Angel. There's no reason for her to lose grotesquely against Yusaku, or have her basic autonomy called into question constantly.Â
Having her actively deceive her brother is delicious. Like I said in my last post, it's so obvious how Akira's overprotectiveness has taken its toll on Aoi, and pushed her into developing this other persona, Blue Angel. I want this absolutely dysfunctional sibling relationship so badly. The Blue Angel vs. Zaizen duel would make me lose my mind.
And a secret identities setting works so well with the potential themes of VRAINS as a stand-in for the internet and Blue Angel as an idol. Give me that Perfect Blue Satoshi Kon good stuff. Give me those themes about identity, and the different lives we live, outward and inward, online and offline.
This also helps Akira's character, because I think he would be much more interesting and relevantly positioned in the story if he stayed a SOL Technologies baddie. SOL Technologies has very little presence in season 1 despite being critical to the story. After Zaizen is replaced by an irrelevant clown, they don't do anything but send out mook AIs to get destroyed. By having a three-way standoff between Yusaku's squad, the Knights of Hanoi, and SOL Technologies, both Hanoi and SOL Technologies become more compelling. They've both got all the reason in the world to want to take down the other. Zaizen vs. Revolver or Spectre? That's good shit.
And don't get me started on how I would turn Revolver into a Secret Identities character.
#anyway hire me konami#I didn't even get into how I would involve kusanagi and ghost girl#yugioh vrains#yusaku fujiki#aoi zaizen#go onizuka#akira zaizen#naoki shima#ai vrains#ygo#pico art#pico commentary
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Icarus Drabbles (Pt.2) | Sukuna x M!Reader
W/C: 3.7k [#Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, sukuna has FEELINGS, but he is BAD AT FEELINGS, nsfw, fluff, hurt/comfort, cheating, zenin family mentioned, lightly edited lmfao]
Note: There will prolly be a third drabble thingie lol I just wanted to post SOMETHING
tag: @better-imagination-9
1. Restless
Sukuna finally bagged you, the omega he pined over and hunted down for over a decade, and knocked you up, made you move in with him to ensure he could keep an eye on you and that growing baby bump. His alpha had rejoiced, running its victory lap around Sukunaâs chest, but then it slowed, yawned, and curled up, satiated.Â
Now, his human side was left to its own devices, and it was bored.Â
Probably because you were boring. Or, well, youâd become boringâyou and your omega seemed more in-tune with one another, both settling down as soon as you both agreed on staying with Sukuna, with your mate. To Sukunaâs human instincts, that meant you were about as exciting and fun as doing his taxes. Yet, at the same time, he couldnât fathom letting you go. Whenever the hypothetical crossed his mind, that second set of eyes would open and stare, tear bared, anger rippling. And Sukuna would agree with it. He didnât want to lose you, yet he didnât always want you either.Â
And he was bored.Â
âHey,â you cooed, leaning over his shoulder as he stared into space on the couch. âYou okay?â
Sukuna blinked a few times and rubbed his face tiredly, finding himself growing pissed off at the dull delight your presence brought him. âYeah, âm fine. Need something?â
âWell, Christmasâs coming up,â you reminded. âWanted to make sure we were stillââ
âCanât.â Bitterness rose in the back of Sukunaâs throat. God, he didnât even want to look at you right now. âGotta work.â He finally spared you a glance, but only after a long stretch of silence. You didnât look perturbed or mad, not really sad or disappointed, justâŠplacid.Â
You looked at your phone, staring at something just for a moment before returning back to him with a slight nod of acceptance. âAlright.âÂ
Sukuna's other bristled. âAlright.âÂ
âI knew you couldn't really be taken ân tied down, Sukuna-sama,â Yorozu cooed as she cozied up into the spot between the man's legs, her hands smoothing up and down his thighs before deftly unlatching his belt and ripping it off. âYou're too good for that sort of life.âÂ
âDonât you have somethinâ better to do with that mouth?â The nice part of Sukuna asked. The less nice part of him wanted to rip her head off and punt it at the stupid fucking moon. Luckily for her, he was trying not to throw as many things at the horizon these days.Â
Yorozu's eyes shone with pure delight. âOh, of course, of course.â She unzipped his slacks expertly quick and pulled free his half-chub, excitedly stroking it to get him to full-mast.Â
Sukuna sighed and sank back in his chair, trying to focus and enjoy the attention and spice he so sorely missed, but it was hard. Well, not hard, which was the problemâhis mind wasn't finding this (cheating, getting a blow job at his desk, having a woman with tits on his knees for him) exciting. Thankfully, though, his body reacted in his mind's stead, and decided to not embarrass him.Â
He closed his eyes and focused on the small hands grasping his base and holding his thighâbut your bigger, stronger hands held him better, digging in without the lethality of acrylics threatening harm. At least her mouth was warm, her lips soft--but your lips were soft, too, and you knew where he liked to feel your tongue press down. Her hair was silky and thick enough to fist his hand inâbut yours was justâŠbetter. He couldn't describe it, butâ
Knock it off, he growled. He needed a break from you, from how mundane you made everything, that was the whole fucking reason he ditched you in the first place. You were boring. You were making life boring. Youâ
What were you up to, actually?Â
Sukuna sighed, this time in defeat, and snatched up his phone while Yorozu gave him head. He scrolled through whatever socials he knew you had, but saw nothing new, nothing Christmas-y.Â
Who the hell is he visiting again? He looked to the side, gazing through the huge windows looming behind his desk as he thought, and then remembered.Â
Sukuna tapped open your text thread and grimacedâit was so blatantly one-sided. The sight of his flippant convo-killing responses hit him with a wave of psychic damage that probably couldn't be fully healed for as long as he lived. He wasn't a fan of texting, but he was a fan of you. But-wait, didn't he loathe you?
5:05am went to see my mom for christmas
5:05am getting picked up dw
5:06am hope work doesn't suck too much
Right. You went to see family. Right. Sukuna was supposed to meet your mother.Â
Damn.
âFuck's sake,â Sukuna muttered moments before fisting his hand in Yorozu's hair and pulling him off his softening cock. âWe're done.â He stood and tucked himself away, ignoring the indignant scoff the woman sent his way.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âLeave.â He sent a text your way instead of tuning in to whatever Yorozu said as she picked herself up off her knees:
10:49pm When should I pick you up?
Of course he was gonna pick you up. He wasnât about to let someone else take care of you for a second longer.Â
âClearly you're unhappy,â Yorozu finally cut in.Â
Sukuna saw a read notification pop up in the chat.Â
âClearly that other one isn't satisfying you fully.âÂ
He watched the three dots pop up as you replied back.Â
âAfter he has your pupââ
10:52pm you can come now
10:52pm if you're freeÂ
â--you should reconsider your choice in mateââÂ
Bang.
10:53pm Send me the address.
He stepped over her and the pooling crimson on his way to the door, texting Uraume to call the cleaners to take care of a mess in his office while he went to pick up his baby mama.Â
Picking you up had been eventful.
Firstly, Maki and Mai had refused to open the gate for Sukuna in favour of mocking him and exclaiming, âare you kidding me? You're the baby daddy?â while incessantly prodding him for information. You'd managed to bat them aside to let him up to the house, though it took some effort on your part.Â
Next, Toji Zenin himself was waiting at the front door, arms crossed, totally unbothered, dressed in his hideous Christmas jumper that his woman had apparently made him wear as punishment for something. Sukuna ribbed him, hiding just how confused he was about the entire thingâhe didn't fucking get why there were so many Zenin assholes here. The outcasts, sure, but what the fuck was that about?Â
âOh. Toji's my stepdad,â you said when you had finally squeezed your dragon's hoard of gifts into the car and got in the damn thing to go home. Sukuna left it at that for the time beingâhe didn't want to think about what the fuck that meant now that the two of you were together. He had time to ask a thousand questions another day.
His mind still whirred in the elevator, though, and when he helped carry your only-child gifts into the penthouse like a servant put under a spell. You said something to him that he only realized a solid fifteen minutes later was, âI'm taking a bath. There's room for two,â and a fire suddenly lit under his ass.Â
âHuh, so you can bear to look at me,â you hummed from the bath. It was large and oaken, filled with yuzu thanks to Uraume's thoughtfulness, and it overlooked snowy Tokyo and all its bustling, light-filled glory andâwait, what.
Sukuna scoffed as he pulled off his clothes methodically. âThe fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
You watched him undress shamelessly. âIt means you still have lipstick on your dick.â You poked away one of the yuzu that bumped into you. âIt's not really my colour.âÂ
Sukuna clenched his teeth and kicked aside his clothes before grabbing the showerhead to wash off before joining you because he was going to join you. No matter the case. No matter the objection.Â
But you never objected. You leaned back in the tub and watched him while you rolled another yuzu between your palms. âDid you have fun fucking her?â Fuck, you could be so scary sometimes. And you didn't even have to try.
Sukuna found it hard to answer. He found it hard to even speak. Christ, was this shame? âLookâI didn't fuck her. Didn't even get close.âÂ
âSo she just sucked your dick.â
âTried. Didn't finish. Couldn't.âÂ
âSo sad. Why not?â
ââCause she's not you.â Sukuna finished with the shower and slipped into the bath, sitting across from you with a content sigh. âYou give better head.âÂ
âThat went from being somewhat meaningful to annoying,â you grumbled. Still, you scooched over to him and pressed up against his side, clearly in the mood to forgive his stupid little attempted fling. âSo. Then you're sure about this.âÂ
âSure about what?â Sukuna wondered, suddenly feeling more at ease with the rich scent of you pooling through his senses. He leaned into you when you carefully smoothed his hair out of his face with that usual, simple gentility he'd come to desire so desperately every day. âSure about you?âÂ
âYeah. Us. Everything.â You nuzzled at his neck, dutifully scenting him up with kisses, nips and licks. âYou started pulling away like a pussy, so I figured you regretted it.âÂ
Sukuna had to laugh. âYou're callinâ me a pussy?â He half-growled before yoinking you into his lap and squeezing you up against him. His grin widened when he saw you hold back a smile. âI think you should apologize.âÂ
âYou cheated on me with your stalker. Why do I need to apologize?âÂ
âYou hurt my fuckinâ feelings.âÂ
âOh. Hm. I see.â Your fingers, bigger than a woman's yet still elegant as a piano player's, danced across his firm shoulders in thought. âI think you need to have feelings for me to hurt them.âÂ
His hands found their rightful place (on your ass) and kneaded your skin thoroughly, squeezing and pinching wherever he felt most enticed. âYou know I have feelings, sweetheart. Why do ya think you're here in the first place, huh?âÂ
Your scent flared with bashful approval. âGuess that's good to know. These days, you've left me wondering.âÂ
Sukuna grew placid gazing upon your features, listening to your words. If he really tried, behind that diamond mask of nonchalance most Zenin brats wore, there existed soft, vulnerable skin--tired and ragged, worried and creased. He'd done that to you. Why had he done that to you?Â
He lifted a hand from your curves to cup your face gently, his touch breaking through the shields you so bravely put up to tell the world to fuck off. And you leaned into that touch so eagerly, so hungrily, with a sigh that sounded like you just remembered how to breathe.Â
ââM sorry,â Sukuna mumbled. The word felt foreign on his tongue. He didnât know if he even said it right.
Your eyes squeezed shut just a little tighter, holding onto whatever you could of your crumbling shell as your hand rose to rest on his. âYou know I love you,â you said while diamond dust turned to quicksilver.
Sukuna wiped the glimmer from your lashes. âLove you too, runt. Mean it.â Those words still felt strange, too, but he loved those words. He loved the way they made you glow from within, how they solidified you and stopped you from collapsing into a melted mess in the face of his betrayal and swift try at redemption.Â
You nodded a little, the hard line of your mouth softening. Sukuna relaxed and hugged you close to him, purring deep in his chest in rhythm with you as you wholly accepted him in return and buried your face into his neck. He did the same, scenting you the way you had him, enjoying your company and weight against him. Because he loved you. He really did.Â
So, he said once again, âSorry.â
2. Family Matters
âSukuna,â Wasuke warned. The attention of the younger alpha, leaning against the counter, was on you as you yapped on about this and that with his little brother.
Sukuna grunted and looked over his shoulder at the old man, though, silently and curtly asking, what? even though he already knew what was coming.
âLeave that boy alone.âÂ
Sukuna stared at his grandfather. It'd become more and more common, the way the young man challenged his elder, maintaining hostile eye contact that threatened the beginning of the end if the older broke firstâbut he never did. The old fuck was too tough. Molded by whatever his own colourful irezumi put him through.Â
Once, when he was younger, Sukuna wanted to know how to break his elder. He wanted to crack him open and rip those secrets from him, find out how he could use that knowledge to his advantage to never feel so small in the eyes of another ever again. He hated it. He hated the dominance held over him, the humility that came with it.Â
But, like always, Sukuna broke first, looking away with a grumble, reinforcing his place in the food chain.
Sukuna sighed. The old house was the sameâfar too traditional, too plain, too normal. It irked him to his core. Here, amidst all the boring normal shit of his past, his status in society no longer mattered; here, he forfeited first place, and took up second.
âHey,â came your voice, muffled by the car window separating you from your lover. When Sukuna looked over at you, he saw his little nugget tucked safely in your arms, only half-awake as she nuzzled into the warmth of your chest.Â
But then there was you. A face full of confusion, annoyance, and exasperation greeted Sukuna. You went for the door handle to wrench your man out of the car, but he locked it, watching you yank on the handle a handful of times before you knocked on the window incessantly.Â
âGet out of the goddamn car, you little shit,â you hissed, looking between Sukuna and the front door of the house frantically. You stared at him hard, then, your frustration building every second your alpha refused to budge and end the embarrassment crashing down on you.Â
A terrifyingly calm expression took over your face, before you adjusted the little pup in your arms and fished something out of your pocket. Sukuna didn't realize what it was until you leaned over and slammed your fist into the hood of the car, tearing into it easily with the fucking key in your hand.Â
âYou gotta be shitting meââ Sukuna scrambled to unlock the door and swing it open. He hopped out and slammed the car door closed. âYou littleââÂ
âOh, good, you found your balls.âÂ
Sukuna groaned as he looked at the damage you left. âBaby, you know how expensive this is gonna be to fix? Fucking hell, why're you such a crazy bitch?âÂ
âWell, look who I'm stuck with,â you said lightly. âObviously you've corrupted me. It's not my fault.â
Sukuna grumbled and turned to you, grabbing you and pulling you close; but instead doling out a punishment as his past self was so accustomed to doing, he aggressively nuzzled the top of your head, viciously scenting you up and squeezing you against his solid frame while he grumbled and growled.Â
âI'm splitting you in half when we get home.âÂ
You sighed, dramatic. âOh no. I'm so afraid. But I guess I deserve such a brutal punishment. Sigh.â You nuzzled him back before tiptoeing up to kiss his chin, then his lips when he leaned down to meet you the rest of the way. âReady?âÂ
Sukuna took a deep breath and looked over your face, running the back of his fingers against the rise of your cheekbone. He loved touching your face these days (more than usual). You still held onto a bit of pregnancy plushness that filled in the hollow angles of your handsomely beautiful face and other once-bony parts of your body. You'd never panicked about it, but you bitched and moaned, loudly lamenting about the way your clothes fit a little differently or how you just had to keep stealing Sukuna's shirts to replace your own.Â
Touka, your little one, mewled from her spot smooshed between her parents. Sukuna sighed as he pulled back to look down at her, hoping she'd take most the heat off of him when he faced his grandfather again.Â
âLet's just get this over with.âÂ
Yuuji was the one who answered the door. He lived with Wasuke, claiming it was just easier and cheaper than getting his own place, but most knew the younger was a worry wart; he couldn't stand by and let his grandfather get put in a home or quietly tough out everyday life on his own in his elderly years. Yuuji stayed for the sake of family, and Wasuke quietly welcomed it. His brother's goodness nearly struck Sukuna with guilt.Â
But any chance at guilt died the moment he met the old bastard's stony gaze.Â
âItadori-san,â you cooed pleasantly, a far cry from the demon that'd keyed Sukuna's car. âIt's good to see you again.âÂ
Wasuke quirked a brow and walked up to you, nudging Yuuji aside so he could get a good look at you and the pup nestled to your chest. Sukuna took a breath and looked away. He didn't need to see the critical stare of the old man while he processed the fact that Sukuna had indeed not stayed away from you. Ugh, the idea of being scolded made the alpha itch.Â
âWe're far beyond honorifics, boy. You know that,â Wasuke lightly scolded, and you beamed. Sukuna could imagine a little shiba inu tail on you, wagging fast enough to take flight. âI'm glad to see you in one piece after taming my grandson. It must've been a damn ordeal.â
Yuuji cackled impishly, pointing at Sukuna. âOooh, burn.âÂ
âSorry, who got the omega in the end?â Sukuna quipped back, making Yuuji sprout a grumpy look and cross his arms with a mumbled you suck.Â
âQuit the fighting and come in,â Wasuke ushered. âAnd you,â he snapped, looking at Sukuna with chronic disapproval, âTake off those sunglasses. You're trying too hard. Look like an idiot.â
You stifled your laughter as Sukuna grumbled and plucked his shades off. His very cool, very neat, very fancy, very expensive shades.
Wasuke ushered you all inside, gesturing to the kotatsu prepared with food and drinks and starting off on a grumbling rant about the shitty cold mornings and warm afternoons that came with Spring. Obviously, he'd complained to break the ice, and it worked.Â
Small talk turned into easier conversation. Whenever Sukuna seemed to struggle with being cordial, you would lean into him more, squeezing his hand tightly whilst purring under the radar. That worked, too. As much as Sukuna was an asshole, he didn't want the afternoon to fall apart. Better he stay quieter than say something to regret.Â
âThey've calmed you down,â Wasuke said, snapping Sukuna's mind to attention. It was then that he finally noticed Yuuji had effectively kidnapped little Touka and was giving her a tour of the house like she actually gave a shit.Â
âHm?â He grunted, so eloquent.Â
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, leaning into your partner more with a sigh. âWords, not grunts, Sukuna.â
He huffed. âYou grunt at me all the damn time.âÂ
âNot at our elders.âÂ
âTch.â Sukuna rubbed the bridge of his nose. âWhaddaya mean they've calmed me down, huh?âÂ
Wasuke, for once, looked somewhat amused. âYour pup. Your mate. They've made you human.âÂ
âHa? You're actinâ like I was some four-armed, two-faced freak or some shit.âÂ
âSome days you acted like it,â Wasuke scoffed. âDoesn't matter if you agree or not, I can see the change in you, kidâthat wild thing inside of you is finally settling down.â
You hummed and looked up at him. âI've noticed, too. You're less pissy. More tolerant. Still annoying, but that's just a personality flaw.â Sukuna growled and nipped at you, but you faced him so very bravely and suffered no such nip.Â
âI'm glad for you, kid,â Wasuke interjected, breaking up the petty fight that was about to go down. The two of you looked back to the eldest. âYou were a real pain in the ass, and you fucked up a lot along the way, but you made things work out. You should be proud.âÂ
Sukuna would never be able to put his feelings, the utter rush he felt getting his grandfather's approval, into words.Â
âSo where does this end, kid?â Wasuke asked.Â
âWhat?â He asked before he could properly think it through.Â
âThis life. Your âprofession.â How long're you gonna keep that up, huh?âÂ
Sukuna could feel you lean into him more, letting more body weight ease your shared worries about the life you shared and the professions you'd taken up. Both unpredictable. Both in the crosshairs of dangerous beasts.
âYou think we'll end up six feet under like mom ân dad, that it?â Sukuna rasped. He looped an arm around your waist and squeezed you against his side in reassurance as Wasuke's expression grew gloomier.
âYou're more like your mother than you know, kid. You don'tââ
ââCourse I don't know,â Sukuna interrupted, firm but not vicious. âMom was a fucking moron ân knocked up whoever the fuck she could to get an in into one of those big-name clans. No shit they'd get pissed off and kill the bitch.âÂ
Wasuke scowled, but didn't argue. It was hard to when his daughter in-law was in the wrong, when she dug her own grave with every child sired before slipping and falling in on her own. A sad story. An incredibly stupid one, too.Â
âThat won't happen,â you offered mildly. Sukuna looked down at you, suddenly feeling the urge to shoot another baby into you as you spoke up on your own. âI trust Sukuna as much as I trust myself; he's worked hard to create an untouchable empire, and I have the connections to supplement it.â You glanced up at him. âIf it's not Sukuna, then it'll be someone else running Tokyo. I couldn't think of a better king.â
A beat of silence passed before Wasuke asked, âAnd you, kid?â You afraid?Â
Sukuna willed his mind out of R-rated territory to look at his grandfather. âYou know me,â he started with a troublesome grin, âI can't stay away from what I want.âÂ
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x male reader#sukuna x m!reader#sukuna x you#jjk x you#male reader insert#male reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen reader insert#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x you
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LasAbarcas Base Game Save File 1.0
My Base Game Save File is complete!!! Download it here!
UPDATED VERSION AS OF 3/18:
OLD VERSION:
My goal with this save was to make the base game feel super ALIVE and full of personality - basically what we all wanted the base game to be originally. This save is full of lore: each household has a story (some inspired by iconic Sims lore, others original), each Sim has relationships outside their home, each world has a description and each neighborhood within each world is built with a very specific vibe that draws particular Sims to live there, all community lots (and some residential lots) have descriptions, and even the graves (and ghosts) at the Willow Creek church graveyard tell a story. There are TONS of community lots in this save that all feel different from one another and are designed with different kinds of Sims (personalities, career types, ages, etc.) in mind to give everyone multiple things to do outside the house.
All lots were built using only the base game (disclaimer: occasionally my game adds pack-specific items, like a kind of food, during playtesting, so it might say there is a pack-specific item on a lot but it's not meant to be there!), but many lots were built with other packs in mind. For example, the save has restaurants, a boba shop/thrift story, a cafe/retail space, a community garden, a high school, and so on that are base game only. So, if you only have the base game or limited packs, it should feel like you have more to do than the base game provides and open up your gameplay with a little imagination.
If you do have more packs, the lots should easily convert to their intended lot type to allow more functionality. You should also find things that come in other packs available in the save. For example, many Sims have university degrees, all Sims have cold/hot weather clothes, there are loads of clubs for Sims to be in (each with a description - MORE LORE hah!), and the calendar is filled with holidays/events.
Here's a little tour of the Save:
WILLOW CREEK:
Most families in Willow Creek have lived here for generations. These families strongly value their roots and create such a strong sense of Willow Creek identity that the transplant families have taken on this identity as well, leaving the town full of people who proudly work to preserve and celebrate the townâs vibrant history and traditions. Families in Willow Creek tend to have a more traditional approach to family life/dynamics and care about the familyâs image/status within Willow Creek.
OASIS SPRINGS:
Oasis Springs had its heyday several decades ago when its space exploration industry was booming, but when the industry fizzled out, the town lost a lot of business, wealth, and residents. However, those that remain take pride in their retro desert town and clearly see what remains: a beautiful, unique, special place to call home. Families in Oasis Springs tend to be a bit quirkier, care little about what other people think about them, and focus more everyday happiness than career success.
NEWCREST:
Newcrest is a very family-friendly neighborhood filled with fun for all ages. Families here tend to be a bit more laidback â they are willing to go with the flow and enjoy the messiness that comes with growing up. The Newcrest residents are a supportive bunch of people who enjoy each otherâs company and have a healthy balance between careers/school, hobbies, and spending time with family and friends.
I will also be releasing a Limited Packs Save with version one containing updates to Copperdale and Strangerville coming soon, as well as a No Limits Save down the line.
I hope you all download and enjoy!! Please let me know what you think and if you notice anything that needs updating.
Thanks!
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Sorry for how long this is, would use the *read more* thing if I could⊠Completely agree with disking, your expressions are so dynamic and just- chefs kiss. For your lastest comic just, I need to gush about it. The Lambâs last hope that maybe, just maybe Narinder will see use for them afterwards.
Then the use of paneling to help emphasize the emotions is beautiful. When it starts to finally dawn of them that: gods just care for themselves. He cared for them only to further his agenda, nothing more. Just that feeling of being completely exposed and put in a corner and then PUT IN THE CORNER. I know it may not have been that intentional, but still.
The Lamb not having the will and ability to stand up, still processing, still in shock, still so utterly embarrassed with themselves that they thought things wouldnât end the same way they started: their neck exposed to a god wishing for their death. And Saleos (and the Bat Follower) looking back while it finally all comes together in the Lambâs mind⊠everything was for naught. Iâd like to think that maybe, Saleos can at least suspect what just occurred. He knows gods only want for themselves, and heâs accepted that, but the Lamb?âŠ
I feel this may be redundant, because disking did such a better job at this, but I also feel like⊠your work with emotions and capturing them is something Iâm envious of. Can only hope to reach half of that level. Also canât imagine the faces you make when drawing these, but they sure are working magic /lh
Hello?? Dissecting my art?? Opening its guts?? Thank you??
Ahajjsjsjs this was so fun to read thank you for sharing your thoughts on it! Also ye making faces while drawing works btw pffff no one look at me please
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Hii can I request like a poly DP+W x shy!reader (?)
Like the reader is mostly quiet and calm in most cases (which makes the dynamic more interesting) but when Wade and Logan discuss some sort of media the reader likes in a negative light or getting the info wrong and reader being a straight up nerd just blast in their faces
" [ insert media ] is so trash, I don't understand why people like it honestly." Logan says as he sips his beer
"I don't mind I just don't get how [ insert misinfo ]
"YOU IMBECILES ITS NOTHING LIKE THAT YOU INFERIOR SPECIES I HOPE YOU TWO D-" like the reader is absolutely tweaking about there hyperfixation and Wade and Logan didn't expect that, how would they react?
Something like that ? :D
Logan doesnât really have much context for what theyâre gonna tease you about, but Wade just asks him to go along with it
He tells Logan itâs fun to see you get fiery about stuff sometimes. Mostly youâre calm, the peacemaker between them, but he knows you have a feisty side and itâs entertaining to make it come out sometimes.
Theyâll feign being in the middle of a conversation when you walk in: âI donât know, I just think itâs overhyped. Itâs for kids after all, not sure why it has some huge adult followingâ âitâs a cartoon, right?â âYeah, I mean really, cartoons are for kidsâŠâ
You begin to twitch. Open your mouth, close it, try to hold back⊠but the more they go onâŠ
You snap.
âWhat do you two know! Itâs one of the best shows ever made, even if it was meant for kids! Where do you get character growth like that across just three seasons? An actual redeemed villain? Episodes which make you cry? Itâs fucking better than Game of Thrones thatâs for sure!â
You go on for a little bit longer and Wade just stands there grinning. When you realise youâve been duped into an outburst you harrumph and storm off.
Theyâll make it up to you that evening (a binge watch if your show and takeout) but before then Wade just turns to Logan like⊠âsee?â
Logan drinks his beer. âIt was cute. Kinda mean though.â âOh, câmon, as if you two donât bully me all of the time.â âYou like it Wade. You told me it makes you cum.â âTouchĂ©âŠâ
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hi hi double yandere anon again -- thought i'd put this in a separate ask :] this is only if you wanna write it, but normal sunday with a yandere reader is giving me some great thoughts. like, reader flipping the script on him, usually so composed and with everything in control, and sunday has to deal with being entirely at their mercy. idk having usual character dynamics reversed is always fun to me, so! again tysm and have a great day!! :}
Hello anon! Since both of these inbox messagws are from you, hope you dont mind that i coupled them lol. Sorry it took so long for me to respond. Im glad to know you liked that piece!
Anyways, this is a very interesting dynamic in my opinion..
Sunday x yan!reader.....
Listen. You might actually be able to convince him to a degree. Lets be for real, this man is probably STARVED for some good loving. But like almost all hsr characters, he'd be unnerved by it at first. The most repulsive situation isn't the fact you're obsessed with him, but rather that he doesn't have control over this situation. You, somehow, do.
Sunday himself is a bit.. intense in my opinion. He's had his fair share of suitors, but most likely not many or any lovers at all. He's isolated to a degree, and doesn't feel like he's desperate for love.
But when yan!reader shows up, proclaims having oh so much love for sunday.. it turns the cogs in his head a bit.
Our dear yan actually has a good chance of winning Sunday over, depending on how you might present yourself inititally. It's like when you finally get a taste of something you didn't want, but realise you've needed almost your entire life.
He's reluctant, as.. minorly expected? But not for the reasons he should be. It's the control factor that's holding him back. His secondary concern is actually more logical â he doesn't know you. And it does unnerve him slightly when you give him the tip of the iceberg of how much you might know.
But, somehow, someway, if you manage to render Sunday unable to defend himself, or kidnap him, or strip him of his reliable abilities?
Boy he is freaking. Out.
He's speaking with a strained voice, his eyes almost blown wide open, his breathing is heavy, slow and shallow, as he desperately tries to stay calm, but every alarm in his head is about to burst from the signals at the loss of control. He's like a rabid dog that's shown a glass of water. Almost snarls at you. Hates hates hates this situation so much, and it's not too soon before he settles quietly with a glare, his mind working relentlessly to weave out of your trap.
But it's a strange pull. He protests and threatens you when you even try doing something â even if its harmless and he would allow you to outside of this situation. But then you wear him down, and you're so gentle with him. You kiss his face and hold him so close and warmly, you listen and even understand his ideals when he talks about them to gauge your personality. This feels as though it's the first time someone truly sees him â scary as it might be, to lay bare all your self, but the very fact you can love him so well makes him.. delirious.
Oh, but he still despises you (for the lack of a stronger word) because of the control aspect. However, instead of planning a heavy punishment for your crime of kidnapping him after he finds a way out.. he may form other methods of payback.
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May i please request a merman (that has legs on land) that adopts a raccoon/possum hybrid kid
Went with the raccoon hybrid. I am so sorry these are taking me long.
Warnings: Mentions of family death, poaching(?, would people hunting mers count as that or??), mentions of dysfunctional family dynamics/abuse (not too in depth), technically kidnapping...all the fun yandere stuff.
Let's get into it.
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Jupiter was a lonely, broken mess since he lost his pod. His mate, his parents, his siblings, his pupâŠgone. His tail was wounded terribly as well- to the point where using it felt like getting stabbed and cut all over again. He mostly just hid in a small hidden cove, eating the little fish that wandered in and the small hermit crabs he could snatch off the beach. It was his routine for days. Wake up, lie in the spot for hours, eat a little to get rid of the hunger pangs, lie back down, fall asleep.Â
That is until one day he wakes up to the scene of a runty little racoon hybrid trying to catch a hermit crab. Itâs a mess- the younger scrambling around and tripping over themself in the sand, pausing to look over at Jupiter to make sure heâs asleep. He quickly shuts his eyes, keeping them relaxed and letting out a deep sigh. Donât mind me, fast asleep. Snoozing awayâŠ
He feels some sand land on him and flinches, but forces out a snort and shifts. Jupiter hears the little rascal giggle softly, then fall silent. Opening up and eye and peeking over his shoulder, he can see the crab making its way over to him. He doesnât want to scare the pup- cub- but he doesnât want them to starve, either.
Quick as a flash, he rolls over and snatches the hermit crab, ripping it out of itâs shell and offering it to the younger.
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You let out a startled squeak at the movement, stumbling backward as the mer offers you the poor tiny crushed crab in his hand. In all honesty, you were just after itâs shell; A beautiful Murex that wasnât too large or small. The mer frowns, red-brown fins lowering against the side of his head slightly. His scales reminded you of the dunes at sunrise and sunset- warm tones of red, orange and yellow with some brown. The mer chirps at you, starting to pull himself closer before freezing and backing into the water. âŠOkay. Strange.Â
Confused hazel eyes stare at you, and he offers you the crab one more time. You shake your head, looking over at the shell instead. He seems to understand then and sinks deeper into the water. Thereâs a beat. Two. Then he moves forward again and offers you the shell. Heâs like a wave- not knowing where heâs going or what heâs doing. Back and forth. Unsteady.Â
âThank you,â you say, the words coming out eager. You turn the shell around in your hands, thumb rubbing against the dull points and the rings. Itâs a little yellow and pink from the sand and the salt. âItâs beautiful.â
The mer chirps at you again, expression softening in awe. Your ears flatten on your head and your tail twitches. âCan I help you?â Yes. You absolutely can. He just needs to get himself together first.Â
His frills flare when you step away and he lets out a pleading sound, fingers digging into the wet sand. At first you think heâs hissing. Then he finally gets the words out. âSssssstay,â he rasps, voice weak from lack of use. The actions have you retreating further when you finally notice the still-healing and scarring cuts on his tail.
Oh.
Maybe heâs asking for help? Well in that case, you just so happened to know about a certain coastal market that should have some ointments. âWait here,â You tell the mer. âIâll go get something that can help.â You scamper off to the markets and try to ignore the clicks the mer makes.Â
The fastest way to the market is also the way that leaves you with the most scrapes and bruises. âŠYou cut straight through the woods on a forgotten path and tumbled down a few short slopes, rolling right into the market. Ignoring the raised brows and looks youâre getting, you slip into the crowd and at least forty-five minutes later manage to lose the angry shopkeep with some ointment and a towel in hand. There was an awkward moment where you thought you got busted and played dead for a few seconds though you shove it into the back of your mind and press on. Right. Strange merman is more important.Â
The trek back was exhausting to the point where you collapsed in the sand. Sand which was burning hot alreadyâŠfor some reason. You quickly scrambled back up with a yelp, running into the water to cool off your legs. Mere seconds later, the mer resurfaced, chirping urgently at you. âAgh-! Yeah, yeah, hi again.â You mutter as the mer moves closer to you. âI got you some stuff for your tail.â He takes the ointment you offer him and tilts his head at you before snatching the towel as well. âHey! That was for me-â
You trail off as the mer crawls out of the water, quickly wrapping the towel around himself as he stands on wounded legs. Since when could merfolk do that? You had no idea.Â
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Months have passed since then and you find yourself returning to the cove, giving the mer (whoâs name youâve learned is Jupiter) some company. Most days itâs boring- helping him regain his voice and bringing him necessities. âLittle one, please, you shouldnât have to be doing this for me,â Jupiter murmurs as you set some clothes down on the beach. âAnd I already have clothes! This is too much.â He insists. âYou canât wear the same thing over and over again,â you point out. âAnd you need to practice walking. Now hurry up and get yourself dry so you can try those on.â Huffing a laugh at your bossiness, Jupiter drags himself onto the sand and grabs the towel. â[Name,]â he calls as he wraps it around his waist, âDo you have a family of your own?â You pause. You and your family had a complicated relationship. You all loved each other to some degree but physical and verbal disagreements along with weak, unstable bonds with your parents and siblings pushed you into leaving way earlier than most hybrids of your kind. You still had a nasty bite scar from your eldest sister.Â
âYeah. We donât get along much, though.â You say, deciding on telling him everything and nothing. The sound of shifting fabric mixes with the lapping of the waves and the breeze in the trees. While you wait, you decide to look for shells again. âSo you left?â He asks in disbelief. âYeah. Shocking, am I right?â You reply, tail twitching in slight irritation. âBut youâre so young,â Jupiter comments sadly, finishing getting dressed and pulling a shirt over his head. âIâm not that young.â You scoff. âThen why are you so tiny?â He asks, tone so sweet itâs condescending. âBecause hybrids of my species are small. Why are you so large underwater?â Jupiter hums. âFair point. You can turn around now.â You shake your head. âCanât, I think I just found a shell.â You pull a whelk out of the sand. âScratch that. Definitely found a shell.â
âOooh, that oneâs nice.â Jupiter comments, peeking over your shoulder. He falls silent again. âWhere did you put all of the other ones you found?â He asks. âThereâs a harpy that I trade some of them to. I kept the ones I liked the most in a hollow but someone stole them.â You answer, making him frown. âItâs okay. Iâm used to it.â You reassure, though he catches the smallest hint of bitterness in your tone. Which brings an idea into his head.
âI know a safe place for you to put them,â he offers, knowing exactly where to go. Jupiter had found a nice cave on the cliffside, one that was hard to leave unless you were a merfolk or an avian. That certainly caught your attention. âShow me.â Pleased by your eagerness, Jupiter helped you onto his back and swam off to the littoral cave. He didnât mention that you would be staying there no matter what you said. It was a hard decision, yes, but youâll understand in the end. Call him paranoid, but this world was so dangerous! Especially for a small thing like you. But itâll be okay now, and heâs already made it all comfy and cozy. And itâs not like youâll be staying there all day. Thatâd be cruel! No, no. Heâll take you out to go swimming and hiking and beach combing. Jupiter will even bring you back some books! Getting the hang of walking on land was the best thing he ever did in his opinion.
Now he can make his own little stall at the market. Now he can sell the shells you donât want to keep for actual money, buy himself some fishing nets, and go on from there. What would you need the money for? No need to worry. Papa will take care of it all. Heâll buy you all the comforts youâd ever want.
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