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ghostfanwriter · 1 year ago

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✨🍑 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 🍑✨

🍑 Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

✨ Synopsis: You catch Joel looking at a dress while on run for supplies, so you decide to bring it home... And torture him with it at a Jackson party.

🍑 Features: 🔞 Pre established relationship, possessive Joel, teasing, edging, Joel spiting in reader's mouth (🫥), real quick feet action, rough unprotected piv, oral sex (f and m receiving), Joel being insecure and soft at the end.

✨ Word count: Around 7k

🍑 About this: The Jackson couple's back! This time I wanted to touch more on their dynamics and how they work outside the bedroom. But everything builds to some possessive sex with a very possessive Joel.

✨ Author's Note: I've had this drafted for months now, and it finally matured enough to be yours 🩷

Good reading ✨🍑

You were on a run for supplies and winter clothes with Joel and a few others from Jackson. The two of you found this fancy women's clothes store and were grabbing everything that felt nice and warm. Besides, you thought of looking for nice dresses for women to wear on your solstice party, that would celebrate the end of summer and all the resources you got from it.

Joel said it was okay with him as long as you carried the bag full of dresses back home.

You finished looking around and went after Joel, who you found holding a dress in front of himself, just looking at it. His brain forming the perfect image of how your body would look in it.

He knew every line and every curve you had, having touched, bitten, kissed and squeezed you enough times to have them memorized. He thought about how life would be if things didn't go to shit.

Taking you to a party, wearing nice clothes and just drinking and having fun. He was lost in his fantasy when someone called everyone out, it was getting late and it would be dark soon. He yelled back and put the dress back where he found it, turning his head to look for you, calling you by your name.

You hide and as soon as he leaves that corner of the store you run to it and grab the dress, putting it inside your backpack and running back to the other side of the store, emerging from the clothes racks for him to find you.

"Hey, I'm here." You say. He looks at you and smiles.

"C'mon, baby, gotta go." You walk towards him and hold his hands, snuggling to his side as you walk out the store to find the others and go back home.

When he saw you struggling with its weight, Joel insisted he'd carry the bag with the dresses for you.

"Holy fucking shit!" Ellie almost screams when you walk out the bathroom. You look at her and her eyes are wide, mouth open and a ever so light blush on her cheeks. Dina turns to look at you and her face looks exactly like Ellie's, but she's also laughing.

"Oh, someone's definitely gonna fucking die tonight. Either Joel will fall dead when he sees you or he's going to kill every man that looks at you."

You laugh. You only truly saw the dress when you picked it up from your backpack to wash it over at Ellie and Dina's. You didn't want Joel seeing it and ruining the surprise.

The dress is tight and long, but has a slit on one of the legs that goes all the way to your thigh, almost to your hips. It hugs your body perfectly and you can't wait to see his face.

Winter was soon to arrive and for a good while you'll not bare to wear any less than three layers of clothes, so you wanted to enjoy your last chance to look good on something.

Joel was out working all day, and by the end of the afternoon he went home to shower.

He smiled when he found the clothes you left him perfectly laid out on top of your bed, with a perfume you got him a while back.

He was hoping to find you home, but he loved that you took your time to prepare this for him. He got ready and went straight to where the party was gonna happen to help hang lights, fix a few things and be his hot contractor self.

You were gonna meet him with Ellie and Dina, who were also dressed up on some nicer button up shirts and jeans they've found.

On the way from their house to the party, you got compliments all around, men and women turning heads to look at you. You were happy to see all the women in dresses and nice clothes. It was a privilege you had in Jackson, to dress up and have fun, and you were glad everyone was having a good time.

For just one night it was good to forget the world had ended.

You start looking for Joel as soon as you arrive at the party. Scanning the place, you find him drinking and laughing amongst a few men. It's funny how anyone around him looks blurry to you. As soon as you see your man, there's nothing else that could get your attention.

Nothing else matters.

He looks so good, so big, so strong. His wide shoulders, big frame, strong chest and stomach, his legs, spread and inviting, making you want to sit on him. His arms, showing through the flannel he's wearing, his big hand making an already tiny shot glass look even smaller.

One of the men with him locks eyes on you and Joel curiously follows his gaze.

When his eyes land on you his expression thickens immediately. He looks at you up and down, stopping at your face. Your smile disarming him completely. He puts his glass down and gets up, heavily walking towards you with a smile on his face. You open your arms, squeezing him tight when he hugs you, engulfing you in his arms.

"Missed you" You said, because spending the day away felt like an eternity.

"Thought about you all day, peach. Couldn't wait to see you." He said on your neck.

You pull away, he holds you by the waist and you keep your fingers interlaced behind his back, giving him a quick but firm kiss on the lips. "Look as good as you thought?" You ask and his face reddens — he didn't think you saw him with the dress that day. "Can't hide from you, can I?"

"Nuh-uh." You say, shaking your head and giggling.

"You look even better than I thought, amor." He kisses your cheek, a low and effective move he knows to make you melt in his hands.

"You look really good too." You praise him and he looks down at himself, wearing the outfit you sorted for him, a nice button up flannel and a new pair of jeans. A stark contrast from the worn out clothes he wears everyday. "Have to look good when I have you like this by my side, baby. Or the others will see you're too good for me and try and take you away from me."

You shoot him a stern look through your lashes and dig your nails on his back. He gets it and laughs. "Alright, no saying stuff like that about myself. Got it."

"Well, let it be known, Joel Miller, that I wouldn't leave this party with anyone else but you." You say, getting on your tiptoes to give him another quick peck on the lips.

"C'mon, stop being so fucking gay you two." Ellie teases, bringing you a drink and calling you to come hang out with your friends. "Good to see you too, Ellie." Joel says, reluctantly letting you go and watching you walk away.

It had been a long time since you've had this much fun. Hanging out with your friends, sitting on Joel's lap and listening to the stories everyone had to tell.

You laughed, drank and spent time with people you cherished.

But it didn't take long for Joel to get overwhelmed by the attention you were getting.

As soon as you started greeting people and walking around, he noticed the way people looked and touched you for even just a second too long.

This one guy approached you by the drinks table and kept talking to you. Joel doing his best to focus on his food and not break his own teeth with the force he was chewing it down.

He looked at you, young and pretty. Your dress hugging your body so nicely, your hair falling effortlessly over your shoulders, a big smile on your face.

People just couldn't look only once.

And it made him feral.

They all turned to shoot you a second look, almost as if trying to make sure they were actually seeing you. Like you were a mirage.

He couldn't blame them, though. He knew that feeling all too well. To not believe his eyes when looking at you; he felt the same when you first slept together.

He was frozen, sitting on the edge of his bed watching you undress, bringing you close to him and kissing your body, to make sure everything he was seeing was actually there, in front of him.

And he mesmerized you the same way, even today, watching him work from a distance. Your mind wandering thinking about the man, as if you've never been with him. Picturing his strong arms holding you, making you feel safe.

Whenever something broke on your house you always offered to help him fix it. Not just to be useful — even though you knew very little about fixing things, he was slowly teaching you what he knew —, but also to watch him. His muscles flexing, his hair getting messy, the thin layer of sweat that slowly covered his skin, his each time more laborious breathing.

You couldn't help but eat the man with your eyes.

You feel good knowing that amongst all the women in Jackson, you were lucky enough to be by his side.

Your chest almost aching from imagining if he were someone else's. Making you do your best to show him how much you wanted and loved him.

How much you loved when he hugged you tight, when he soothed you when you were scared or sad, how he caressed your hair for you to sleep, how he played his guitar on your porch, singing you nice songs. How he snuggled his nose on your neck before leaving for work, how loved he made you feel.

But he didn't know that. He thought he was the lucky one. That you could just leave him at any minute, going after a stronger and younger man.

He was removed from his thoughts when Tommy touched his shoulder. His tense expression softening a little. "Hey, man! Have you figured out how to make it look like an accident yet?" He laughs, looking at Joel and following his gaze, finding you by the drinks table, the guy still talking to you.

"Don't know if I want it to look like an accident." Joel says back, and his serious tone makes Tommy wonder if he's actually considering killing the man for talking to you.

Knowing his brother...

"Hum. Make him an example; send a message, right? 'Look what happens when you mess with that belongs to me!'" he says, mocking Joel. Joel shoots him a stern look, but laughs when his brother slaps his chest.

"Hey, quit it man, alright? She looks good, boys will flirt with her, get over it. I would bet my ass she would never pay them any mind." Tommy tries to ease him.

Joel sees the man get more comfortable around you, laughing and touching your arm occasionally. You look relaxed, and he fucking hates it. You're terribly oblivious to notice when someone's flirting with you — although you always cut it as soon as you notice.

It's just that this time it's taking you a bit too fucking long to do something about it.

"It's not her I'm worried about. Some of these boys think they're grown men, think they can talk to her like that." He shoves more food inside his mouth, clearly eating to release some steam.

On the other side of the salon, you're getting tired of the conversation you're in, and your face probably shows it. The guy starts accelerating his pace.

"Anyway, I was thinking you would like to leave this party? I mean, it's kind of dumb, you know? Maybe we could go to my place, or yours." Your face freezes. Was this guy flirting with you this whole time?

Fuck.

You look over a Joel, and judging by his face... yes. This guy was flirting with you.

Fuck.

You know you should shake the guy off, tell him you're not interested.

But when you keep looking at Joel... Jealousy looked so good on him, his jaw moving slowly and forcefully, his eyes hooded and dark, eyebrows low, nostrils wide. You wanna see more of it.

"I don't think it's a dumb party. It's fun, were celebrating everything summer gave us, everything we have stocked up." You say.

"Well, yeah, I guess. But not as much fun as we could have somewhere else." He said, coming closer to you. You watch Joel from your peripheral, making sure he's not coming over to murder the poor guy.

"Can't. Don't want to, honestly." You say, feeling bad at how the guy's face sinks. "Besides, I have a man, you know? Joel, Tommy's brother." The guy's face now goes pale, his eyes widen and he follows your gaze, already on Joel and Tommy.

He pulls away from you. Almost like he can see his fate on Joel's expression.

He heard the stories, of what Joel did before Jackson. He didn't want to be in one of them.

"I'm so sorry. I... I didn't know. I've never seen you two together, like together. I thought you were just close because of Ellie. I'm so sorry." He managed to say between stutters before rushing away from you.

You look back at Joel and Tommy and laugh, biting the inside of your lower lip.

You grab your drink and walk towards Joel, a silly and innocent smile on your face.

"What did he say?" Tommy asked laughing, wanting to see Joel's reaction. You look at Joel, seeing his low eyebrows and forceful chewing.

He was livid, but not at you. Maybe your oblivion, but not you. He liked how you teased him, because he knew it'd never go beyond that, and you were only doing it for him. But fuck... He hated to see men flirt with you.

"We were talking about food and supplies, and then out of nowhere he asked if we could go over to his or my place. Said we could have move fun there." You said, making Tommy laugh, Joel shaking his head furiously, still chewing his food.

"Poor guy was inviting himself to his own death." Tommy said laughing, and Joel grunted, shaking his head, still chewing.

His brother was right. If a guy showed up at your doorstep looking for you, Joel would just snap his neck on the spot.

"You need to pay more attention, baby. These boys don't wanna be your friends, I told you that." Joel says on a tender but firm tone. Tommy finishes his drink and gets up.

"He's right, sweetheart. You give these boys too much attention and they think you're theirs. Cut it as soon as they start." He advices, slapping Joel on the back of his shoulder when leaving. "Besides I don't want to help Joel hide any fucking bodies. Behave you two. Also, try and have some fucking fun, Joel! It's a party." He says, dancing away from you two.

Joel moves on his stool, spreads his legs and taps his thigh, calling you to come closer. You get in between his legs, leaning on him with your butt against his thigh. He buries his nose on your hair, caressing your sides. "I know you're right. But he was just talking about the food at first, as soon as he said that I told him I wasn't single and left." Your tone apologetic.

Joel's eyes softened. He knew he could trust you, and he hated to see you believe he thought you would flirt with anyone else. "I believe you, amor. I just hate to see it. You're mine, they should feel lucky they can look at you. Not be so fucking disrespectful." He said, kissing your temple.

Realistically, Jackson was a bit too full of people to keep track of all the couples. So, naturally, not everyone knew you and Joel were together, but it still made him angry how men would throw themselves at you.

He knows you are more than a pretty facade, and he doesn't like seeing you diminished to that. He loves you.

All of you.

The fact that you're eye candy is just a bonus he still isn't sure he deserves.

"Do you wanna dance? Let everyone see me in your arms, know I'm yours." You whisper the last part on his good ear, softly pulling his hair behind it. Your faces are close while you watch him fondly.

"Dance?" He's not much of a dancer, but he sighs at how you're looking at him.

A sweet smile across your face, your lower lip between your teeth, your eyes sweet and hopeful.

He can't say no to you.

You pull him up and he reluctantly follows you, dancing to a few songs you had on old CDs around Jackson. Your bodies are close, your head resting on his chest, his mouth on your temple, kissing you there.

"I know you do it on purpose." He suddenly says, his voice low and intimidating. Almost scary, honestly.

"What do you mean?" You look up at him, your head tilted to the side, your bodies still glued by the torsos.

"Y'know what I mean. Giving these boys attention just to piss me off. To see what I'll do about it later." His dark tone tickling your stomach, contrasting with his soft touch as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"And what will you do about it?" You mimick his whisper.

"Still planning, bunny. But I'll make sure you don't do this again. Only I get to see this dress after tonight." He says, squeezing your waist harder. You sigh, laughing as you hug him tighter before letting him go and taking his hand in yours.

You walk him away from the crowd, talking to some people on the way, sneaking together into a bathroom and locking the door.

You pull him into a needy kiss, and he presses his already hard cock on you, taking you with hunger, his big arms engulfing you and his mouth not giving you room to breath. His beard scratches your face, the thin pain from it just making you lean further into him.

You pull away when you feel like you're gonna faint, palming him and biting his lower lip, both your breaths deep and heavy. When he mentions to open his belt, though, you lace your fingers on his locks, forcing him down.

He smirks and lets you lower him, pulling your dress up by the hips, revealing your underwear — also a new pair, one you got just for him. He groans at the sight.

He kisses your mount and licks your folds through your panties, making you laugh before pulling at the fabric, lowering it down your legs. You lets your dress go, and he groans when you open your legs and the slit of the dress grants him free access to your pussy. He spreads your folds with his thumbs, licking your clit.

"Fucking made for this, baby." He says with an amused sigh before burying his face on your folds.

He kisses, sucks and bites you with such passion, you're sure you don't last even one minute before cumming, pulling on his hair to keep balance and quietly moaning his name, little screams escaping your lips. You're doing your best to support yourself against the wall and not fall.

It's the type of orgasm that turns your brain off. Your legs struggle to hold you up, your body is shaking, you can't speak. Not even your tongue you can manage to hold inside your mouth, a wide and silly smile spread across your face.

He pulls your underwear fully out of you, and you whimper — the closest you can do to speaking, protesting, right now.

"I'll keep this. You won't need it anymore." He says, shoving your underwear into his back pocket and holding your face with both hands, his grip strong and comforting, your nails digging in his biceps.

"We'll go home now. No more playing around. You'll walk outside, say your goodbyes and I'm taking you home. I'll show you what you get for fucking teasing me, bunny." He says slowly and sternly as you look into his eyes, doing your best to pay attention and listen to him.

You're holding onto him, and he's supporting you up. You'd just fall if he let go. Your eyes are watering and wide, bliss glistening all over them. Your lips are frozen on a silly smile, and he stares at you for a second, a smile stamping his own lips.

"You're already like this and I haven't even fucked you yet, baby. So adorable." He kisses your jaw, maneuvering your face with such ease it makes you want to take him right there and then. To just handle you and do whatever he wants.

You moan into his beard, tugging on his shirt, trying to squeeze his arms. "Please, Joel." You beg in a whine.

"Uh-huh. You were teasing me till a minute ago and now you want me to treat you with my cock? You know how it works, baby." He pulls away, smiling when he sees the pout on your lips. "My way now. I'm dealing with you at home." He says kissing your pout before letting go of you, almost letting you fall on the floor.

He turns his back and leaves the bathroom, knowing damn well you were just gonna follow him and go home.

He knows you may want this even more than he does.

And he loves it.

You try to drop to your knees

"No. Not today." He says, grunting as he pulls you up.

You whine, melting into his arms, staying steady into his embrace.

But he's already mad, and he's already gonna fucking destroy you.

So why not make him give you his worst?

He is sucking on your neck when you let out amidst a moan: "You know, the men back at the party would let me do it."

He pulls away and shoots you a stern look, a cold and serious one. A look that told you clearly to not keep pushing him.

A look he rarely shot you, a complete contrast from the soft, sweet and weak gaze he'd offer you every time you looked at him.

And you know he's losing it. You know he's fighting not to throw you on the bed and fuck you until you apologize.

The problem is: he knows you never do. You've learned that if you make him mad he will fuck you, punishing you for it, so you never apologize.

Because you don't want him to stop. You love it.

You don't feel bad after it, no matter what he does to you.

You want him to do whatever he wants.

To use you like you're there just to please him, just to give him some relief. You want him to call you names, and to fuck your brain out of your body.

And then you want him to hug you tight and call you his good girl, tell you how good you did for him, how lucky he is to have you. How much he loves you.

You love it. You love him.

You love it when he gets jealous, when he possessively wraps his arms around you when a boy talks to you, how he whispers before bed that you belong to him.

Because you don't want it any other way.

"They'd looove me to do it." You say with a smile.

Maybe you drank a bit more than you should have..

"Did you behave like a fucking whore to every man you fucked, baby? Or is it just for me?" He asks, and oh... You like this. The deep and short moan you let out proof of just how much you like this.

"Just for you, Joel. Only you deserve it." You say with a smile, and he frowns, lust consuming more and more of him with every word you say. "Any other man tries to talk or fuck me like you do and I'd slit their throat." You whisper in his good ear, earning a grunt from him.

"That's because you're not a slut, angel. No. You're a good girl, the best one I've ever had in my hands. Doing all I want." He goes back to your neck. "But you sure know how to act like a whore when you want to, baby. A real good one." He says pulling your head back, allowing himself more skin on your neck.

You moan. "I do it because I know you like it."

He groans, grinding his dick on you. "As long as it's just for me."

"You know it is." You whisper. "Let me do it, show you what only you can see." You say even lower, caressing him through his jeans.

"No. My way now, you'll take what I give you." He says, throwing you on the bed, kneeling in front of you and pulling your legs, bringing you close to the edge before dropping your legs back down. "And if you're good to me, I might give you what you want."

He opens the dress's slit, kissing your mount and licking his way through your still connected folds, his tongue finding your clit between your folds and rolling circles around it.

"Oh, God — Joel." You moan, already feeling something forming inside your core.

"You tell me when you're gonna cum. If you don't, I'm not touching you here for the rest of the night." He says, his voice serious and stern.

"And how are you gonna cum if you don't touch me?" You ask, a smile on your lips.

"Plenty of ways I can cum without making you cum, baby. I can fuck this pretty face, can fuck your thighs, your tits, so many things I could do to you. You only cum after I say so. Alright?" He punctuates every way with a kiss to your mount.

You nod.

"Words, bunny, need you to use your words. Do you understand me?" He says, a stern but comforting tone, lifting your legs and resting your thighs over his shoulders, spreading your folds open with his thumbs.

"Yes, sorry, yes. I understand." You mumble, running your fingers through his hair, your entrance burning in anticipation.

"There's my smart girl." He praises before licking a streak from your entrance to your clit, your eyes rolling back. He rolls his tongue around your clit, sucking on it, his eyes focused on your face.

He teases your entrance with the tip of his tongue before pushing it inside, rolling it around inside you and bringing his thumb to your clit, drawing tight and slow circles over it.

You moan and call his name, your back arching and your lower muscles contracting. He groans and squeezes your hips, pulling you lower onto his face.

You pull his hair as he switches, french kissing your clit as he inserts one, then two of his thick fingers inside you. His beard burns your sensitive skin, and the pain makes you roll your hips on him, burying his face even deeper on you.

You lift your hips from the mattress and he holds them high, grabbing your butt and squeezing it. His hungry eyes not leaving yours for even a second.

He thrusts in and out of you with his fingers, his tongue lapping on your clit as his lips stay locked around it, sucking on it progressively harder and harder.

"Joel." You moan, the ease with which he always coaxed orgasms out of you never failing to impress.

He feels your walls tightening around his fingers and picks up his pace, sucking harder on your clit and thrusting his fingers more roughly.

When he starts curling them, right on your sweetest spot, your throat shuts and you gasp, pulling his hair harder and locking your ankles around his back.

"Joel — fuck — I'm gonna cum, please. Please, let me cum." You beg. He doesn't make it easy for you, though, intensifying his movements even more, waiting for your ultimate tell that you'd cum.

When your hips start raising even higher and your walls compress his fingers even more, he lets go of you completely. Leaving your clit throbbing, your entrance leaking and burning with need. Your mouth dry and open, your eyes watering, your legs sore and shaky.

"No, no, no. Please, Joel, don't." You plead. You hated when he edged you, because he let your orgasm start, then ruined it. Not fuelling it for you, letting it die bitterly between your legs.

You reach for your pussy, but he catches your wrists, holding them tight.

"You wanna behave like that? Talk about having other cocks in your mouth? Then you gotta be a big girl and accept the consequences of your actions, baby." He says, getting up and pulling your arms.

He pulls you into a kiss, but you're mad at him, so you don't correspond it. "So pretty all angry like this. Like you don't love it when I do this to you." He whispers close to your mouth, a playful smirk on his face.

You kiss him, deep and needy, moaning at your own taste and holding his arms, almost climbing on him to kiss him deeper. You grab his cock through his jeans, and his hips buck into your hand.

"Let me do it." You moan.

"Thinking about sucking other men made you forget your manners, baby?" He asks, biting on your throat.

"I want it." You whine.

"And how do we say?" He asks, going back to kissing your throat, his fingers intertwined tightly with the hair in the back of your head.

You let out a frustrated moan, one he knows to be an acceptance of defeat. "Please, Joel. Let me do it. I want you in my mouth, please. I promise I'll be so good."

He laughs on your neck.

You're always so good.

"Get down." He says sternly, his lips leaving your neck while he stares at you with furrowed brows.

He just can't say no to you.

To think that you ask — constantly beg — to suck his cock, was too good of a vision to waste. He had women be grossed out by it enough times to not be grateful when he has you begging so nicely for it.

You don't get down, just holding his stare as you admire his strong features. How his brows and nose frame his whole face, how his beard is starting to grey around the edges, how pretty his mouth and his eyes are.

How much you love him, how much you love when he treats you like this. Because you know he loves and respects you, and he'd never do anything to hurt you or make you feel bad.

The best word you can use to describe what you feel for him is pure adoration.

You're pulled out of your mind when be grabs your jaw.

"You wanted this, didn't you? Talked to that stupid boy to get me to do this, right? Then you got what you fucking wanted, no reason to keep being a fucking brat." He says, making you smile. His head tilts to the side, his nostrils widen and he twitches inside his jeans.

He pushes you down to your knees, opening his belt on a split, the sound of his ziper and belt making your stomach float inside your belly.

You have a silly smile on your face, and you retribute his teasing by pulling just his jeans down and licking his tip through his underwear, right where it's wet with his precum. He grunts and interlaces his fingers with your hair.

"Teased me enough, haven't you, amor?" He says with a grunt, as you suck on his clothed tip, stroking him over his underwear a few times while indulging in how big, hard and thick he feels on your hand. How you can feel him pulse sometimes, and how much you love to taste him.

The latter makes you pull his underwear down, staring at his cock for a beat and, without touching him with your hands, lick around his urethra, gathering his precum in your tongue. His cock twitches and jumps away from you, making you laugh.

"Jesus Christ, baby." He groans, furrowing his brows and pulling your hair. His hips instinctively buck forwards.

You reach for his tip again, still not touching him. You roll your tongue around it and suck him inside your mouth, applying pressure and licking your lips when you let him go, twitching again, away from you.

Joel grunts, your teasing not helping your case.

Not that you're trying to make him less mad at you anyway.

"Do it right or I'm taking it away from you." He says sternly, and you frown, instantly grabbing him, stroking him slowly as you suck and roll your tongue around his tip. "Shit. Good girl, like that." He groans, throwing his head back. His fingers caressing your head without forcing you to move.

He knows you don't need guidance with this. He loves how you blow him.

You take more of him inside your mouth, but his edging made your mouth dry, and his precum isn't enough to make him slide into your mouth easily.

"Joel?" You call, you voice small. He looks back down at you, humming in response.

"Can you help me? My mouth's a bit dry." You ask, keeping your voice sweet and low.

"Tell me what you need, peach. So pretty using your words for me like this." He says, stroking your hair gently.

"Can you... Spit on it for me?" You ask. You could just wet your mouth until he slides inside it. But he's right there above you...

"On your mouth or my cock?" He asks and you shrug. "Your choice, baby." He says softly, still stroking your hair.

"Can it be both?" You ask with a smile. He smiles and pulls you up by your armpits, grunting.

"Open wide for me." He pants, his voice raspy.

You do so, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

"Now don't swallow, you're gonna need it." He says before spiting inside your mouth once, making you moan.

You swallow instantly, your core leaking when you do.

"Why such a brat today, baby?" He asks, smiling and furrowing his eyebrows. His hands cup your cheeks tenderly.

"I tried not to, I swear." You smile, biting the thumb he rubs over your lips. He pulls your lips open.

The crease between his eyebrows gets deeper when he does it again, once again earning a moan from you. "Want more?" He asks, and you nod, your brows furrowed. He does it with a smile, holding both your cheeks, your ears between his index and middle fingers while he admires the pool he made on your tongue.

He kisses your cheek, right under your eye, besides your nose. "Knees." And you fall back down, your mouth closed, full of him, doing your best to not swallow it.

He gathers some more saliva in his mouth while you take him in your mouth. You go as deep as you can with the wetness inside your mouth, stoping and looking at him.

Aiming for his cock, he spits on it, close to his base.

You take him in deeper, swishing his saliva around his cock. "There you go, amor. This month feels so fucking good." He praises as you start picking up your pace, your mouth around his tip, hand working his length, twisting your wrist, feeling his skin move under your hand. Your other hand goes to his balls, caressing and squeezing them lightly, making him grunt.

"Fuck — Taking me so well you almost made me forget you were thinking about other cocks, baby. So bad." He says and you moan. You could never think about anyone else, you just said it to piss him off.

Gladly he knows that, but gladly it doesn't mean he won't play along with it.

He holds your head with both hands, pulling your hair back, carefully gathering it in his fists, and you hold onto his thighs.

"Ready?" He asks as he pulls out of your mouth.

The tenderness in his touch and voice a stark contrast of what he's about to do to you.

"For you always." You moan back, and he caresses your scalp.

"My pretty girl." He praises. "All mine." While he places his tip inside your mouth. "Suck it."

You wrap your lips around his tip and suck on it, rolling your tongue around him, never breaking eye contact.

He pushes himself in, going all the way to the back of your throat before pulling away. Then doing it again.

A particular thrust goes even deeper, and he bottoms out inside your throat. You gag, and he holds your head in place, grunting with the squeeze.

He picks up his pace, eventually fucking your mouth. His hands pressing on the sides of your head, his thrusts deep and mean.

"Oh yeah, so so tight for me, baby. So good, could fucking cum inside this mouth." He says, thrusting deeper before pulling away from you, a thick streak of saliva still connecting his tip to your mouth. You stare up at him, admiring his imposing figure. How he towers over you, how big and strong he is.

He pulls you up and away from your adoration, fixing your hair and wiping your lips and chin with the sleeve of his flannel.

"I swear to God if I ever see you step outside wearing this dress again, baby..." He says, looking down at your body, squeezing your waist.

"If you say you're gonna do all this again I'm going out tomorrow with it." You say with a smile, and he laughs, looking at you through his lashes, that dark gaze back on his face.

He throws you on the bed, removing his shirt. You reach for him with your feet, and he kicks his pants away. You stroke him once with your feet and he holds them, keeping them tight together, thrusting a few times with his eyes closed before snapping them open and looking down at you.

"See? Another way for me to cum without making you cum. But not today, baby." He laughs, spreading your legs and opening your dress right on the slit. "So fucking made for me." He says, both at the slit and at you.

He wraps his forearm underneath you and pushes you further onto the bed, kneeling between your legs.

"Wanna apologize before I start?" He asks, running his tip through your folds, gathering your arousal.

You laugh, supporting yourself on your elbows to kiss him, and he pushes in, all the way, slowly, letting you wet every inch of him before inserting the next.

You moan into his mouth, wrapping one, then both your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you. His weight crushes you, and you gasp when he pulls almost all the way out before roughly going back in.

His first thrust sets a relentless pace, his hips slamming against yours. He wraps his left arm underneath you again, pulling you even further onto the bed, never letting himself slip out of you.

"God — Joel." You moan, screaming his name on his shoulder, his thrusts forcing air out of your lungs, making you gasp while you do your best to breath.

"So fucking tight, baby." He breaths on your hair. "Fucking made for me, just me. All — grunts— fucking — grunts —mine." He says, punctuating every last word with a thrust.

"Yours Joel. Keep me so full I can't think of anyone else." You cry on his neck, your orgasm coming closer and closer to you.

"Fuck — Such a good girl for me, only one I fucking — grunts —need." He groans, his pace somehow getting rougher. He wraps his other arm around you, keeping you locked under himself, his hips moving fast and hard.

The brush of his skin and his pubic hair on your clit is enough to make you whimper and clench around him.

"Please, Joel. I have to cum." You beg, your orgasm only not hitting you because you know better than to go against his word.

"Sure know how to take it like a whore, baby. I'm fucking you like this and you're asking to cum on my cock, huh? So fucking good." He teases, squeezing you in his embrace.

"Yes, Joel. Please, I want to." You whine, your nails digging deep into his back.

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon, you're being such a good girl for me. You deserve it." He coos, kissing your neck, somehow fucking you even rougher, even deeper, even faster, pulling a strong and deep orgasm out of you.

"Joel!" You moan almost pornographically, screaming his name passionately, your throat hurting with how loud you're being all of a sudden.

You'll certainly get some looks tomorrow. And it's not gonna be because of the dress.

The way you scream his name makes him cover your mouth — the whole bottom of your face — with his large hand.

"Shh, trying to tell the whole town who you belong to, peach? I thought that was why you wanted to dance at the party." He laughs, watching as your face contorts and grunting at how much you squeeze him. "Keep a bit more quiet for me, baby, c'mon."

He lets go of your mouth and fucks you harder, now having to forge room for himself inside you. You bite right between his neck and his shoulder, trying to not scream again. Your hips rolling as your orgasm comes to an end.

As soon as you stop quivering under him he starts rolling circles around your clit, fast and tight. You gasp, your hips moving desperately, trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation.

"Oh, Joel. Too much, fuck." You plead, but it only makes him fasten his movements, his hips pouding you relentlessly.

"You wanna behave like a whore you gotta take it like one, bunny. Liked teasing me, didn't you? Huh? Now you're gonna squeeze me real nice again, gonna make me cum for you."

"Joel." You moan, half screaming, digging your nails in his back, trying to focus on him, his weight, his warmth, his rough fingers on your clit.

"C'mon, baby. Gonna squeeze the cum out of my cock, aren't you? You feel so good, my peach." He pants on your hair, kissing and biting on your neck.

"You're gonna cum inside me?" You ask, your voice coming out more hopeful than you expected. Your ankles instinctively tangling behind his lower back.

He laughs softly on your neck, kissing you there and squeezing your hips. "You know I can't, baby. I fucking — grunts — can't." He pants, his voice frustrated and low. "Fucking wish I could." He whispers, barely leaving your pussy before thrusting hard back in.

His confession makes you moan, clenching around him, your orgasm so close you can almost feel it.

His hips lose rythme, and he takes your hand in his, putting it between you two. He lifts himself, hands besides each side of your head. He's loud. Panting, grunting and groaning while he pounds into you.

That's why you tease him. To see this animalistic and senseless, strong and big man pound you like his life depends on it. His cock rearranging your organs to please himself.

"Cum for me, baby. So fucking close, just need to feel you again." He pants, his forehead touching yours, his pace punishing and lovingly at the same time. Punishing you for teasing him and lovingly for you to remember he loves you more than anyone else ever could.

"Joel." You scream again, a shameless and vulnerable plead for him. For him to see how good he makes you feel, how much you love being his.

"There you go, baby. C'mon, feels so good squeezing me so nice, fucking — grunts — milking my cock, gonna cum so much for you, my baby. Can't be fucking inside you. No." He says, his face hovering above yours.

"I want it, Joel. Please. My mouth, I want you." You plead, still high from your orgasm.

"Take the dress off, baby, c'mon." He whispers and you eagerly do so, squeezing him inside you when you contort your upper body to remove it. He grunts from it, slowing his movements down for a second, one of his hands holding your waist.

"Please, Joel." You beg, scratching his shoulder blades and looking at him.

"So pretty begging for me like this." He says. "Too bad you don't deserve what you want, baby." He pulls out of you, pumping himself hard and fast above your belly, and you open your mouth, a beg for him to give you some of it.

"Don't be so fucking greedy, amor. You've had plenty of it". He says right before cumming all over your stomach and breasts with loud grunts and groans.

He loves seeing you covered in him, marking you as his.

He is, thankfully, kind enough to aim some of it at your face, and you end up drinking a few streaks.

He finishes and falls on the bed besides you, staring at the roof and trying to catch his breath as you do the same.

After a minute he gets up with a grunt and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a wet towel. He dresses his underwear and sits by the end of the bed, pulling you legs by your ankles. He spreads them and runs the cloth over your swollen folds, carefully cleaning them.

He presses a kiss on each of them, kissing your clit last, laughing when you jump from the overstimulation. He licks around it, looking into your eyes and smiling.

"You don't deserve it." He laughs, lightly slapping your pussy and climbing on top of you, pressing the mattress besides your head and hovering above you.

You lift yourself to kiss his lips, wrapping your arms around his back and digging your nails deep into his skin. You let go of your own weight and he holds you both up, deepening the kiss, panting into your mouth, his beard burning your skin deliciously.

"You know I love you, don't you?" He asks, his voice low.

"You just showed me." You say with a soft laugh.

"No, amor. I mean it. You know it, don't you?" He sounds like he's about to cry.

You pull him down on the mattress with you, looking into his eyes. He wraps his arms tight underneath your body. "Of course I do, Joel. What do you mean?"

"Just keep seeing you with those boys. They're all so young. You could just have any of them." He says, his soft eyes glistening.

"But I don't want any of them. I want you, love you, only think about you." You coo, kissing his lips.

He turns you both around, and you lie on top of him, your head on the crook of his neck, inhaling his manly and woody smell.

"I love you so much." You whisper. It almost hurts how much you do. "I'm so lucky to have you, Joel." You squeeze him in your embrace, your own eyes threatening to water.

"Love you more. Luckiest, happiest man in this town with you by my side, baby." He responds, and you snuggle your face deeper on him, kissing his neck, indulging on his presence.

On how you'd never imagine leaving your man.

Hope you enjoyed it, need a jealous, possessive and soft Joel in my life to call me names and tell me how much he loves me 😫

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wintersera · 1 year ago

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hii what do u think of giselle and yunjin fucking you???🥲🥲🥲 i feel like they'd just be big bullies to you and degrade you all the time

cw: dubcon, degredation, drugging, somnophilia, blackmail, i made them assholes in this im sorry 🫠🫠

okay my bad i haven’t answered this (holy shit i’m so sorry) but anyways. when it comes to me theres no normal vanilla thoughts about this, because let me tell you… i want these two women in a way that will cause the second coming of jesus christ—

also i felt like making this a drabble even though i said i wouldn’t do requests or asks my bad guys… brain rot!

bully!aeri and bully!yunjin being very well known for bullying people left right and centre. them having a few lackeys that would run their errands. unfortunately you were one of their little targets to fuck around with quite literally you weren’t a lackey or anything, they just liked to poke fun at you time to time. do that thing that bullies often do and just shove you into a locker, pour water or some drink over your head during lunch breaks, call you a few names here and there, take really humiliating pictures of you and say that they’re not gonna post it anywhere, maybe they have posted it. but anyways, you know, the usual shit.

they thought it would be so funny to invite you over for funsies and not explain why they want you over. so really, who were you to deny their request? quite obviously they could just blackmail you to come running over.

aeri is kind of an enabler to yunjins behaviour- like she knows what she’s doing is horrible and thats why she doesn’t do it normally, but this time is kinda different. aeri is all like “it’ll be fun c’monnnn. you find y/n kinda cute anyways. i know you think she looks so cute when she’s crying… plus, i think she’s cute too. just wanna fuck around with her you know”

and so the day comes. you’re standing in the middle of their room,,, shit you’re so awkard, but that’s to be expected. in what situation would your bullies invite you to one of their houses?

they’d tell you to relax “don’t worry, we just wanted to hang out” for all you know they’re making snacks in the kitchen giggling to eachother while you awkwardly make yourself comfy, sinking yourself on the couch. eventually they brought over the drinks they made specifically for you and handing it over, watching as you sip the drink hesitantly.

“hmm this is kinda good… anyways what am i doing he-“

BITCH?? it only takes you few seconds and you’ve blacked the fuck out. you’re extremely vulnerable infront of both of your bullies, you’re kinda fucked.

oh noooo what ever shall they do to you

you’d wake up to yunjin between your legs with a playful smirk on her face, lapping at your clit, making sure that you definitely feel her tongue flat against it.

oh and aeri? she’s standing behind yunjin taking a video, snickering as you wake up from a good 30 min knock out nap “what the f-fuck?” were the only words that came out of your mouth before yunjin shoved two of her fingers knuckles deep into your cunt.

in panic, you looked up to aeri who was fixated on keeping you in frame while you were being fucked rough. her eyes were glued onto the screen, keeping in a laugh that was in her throat. she noticed you staring at the camera. she laughed “god you look so pathetic. did you really think that we would want to hang out normally? especially with you? hmmm… what would your mom think if she found out that her precious daughter was a slut”

yunjin just chuckled. she kept sucking on your clit while she was so so deep inside of you. i mean hell you were out of it??? your head banging from the spiked drink, and your bully was going down on you? shit was so confusing, but it was all welcomed. aeri and yunjin obviously didnt know that you were getting off to this, so they just carried on with the thought of messing you up beyond your capabilities.

yeah, yunjin wasn’t as mean as aeri was, but the way you writhed your hips on her face whenever she circled her tongue around your clit, made her act harsher. yunjin’s nails dug into your thighs making you hiss at the feeling. you felt more needier, more desperate for her tongue.

at this point they both got that you were whoring yourself out for them “aeri, do you think this little slut deserves to cum?” which gets you panicking a bit

“i don’t think so” aeri responds back with a playful tone “i think i should have a go with our toy before she gets to cum, don’t you think? yeah no they definitely found out….

before you could figure out what they were gonna do, aeri had already switched places with yunjin, disregarding her phone. at a agonisingly slow pace, aeri toyed with your clit “you really do enjoy this, fucking whore- oh i can’t wait to use this against you” yunjin picking up her own phone and snapping a few pics before ripping open your shirt “everyone thinks you’re the sweetest little thing, so cute, so vulnerable, so easy to fool. it’s so funny, no one else but us knows that you’re just a pathetic slut that was waiting for this to happen to you” a few more pics of you shirtless with aeri in between your thighs were taken.

aeri signalled for yunjin to come closer, telling her that it was completely fine to mark you up and leave bruises for all she cares!! no one would really give a fuck anyway- now if it wasn’t aeri’s or yunjin’s marks they’d probably gaf because well… they’d most likely corner you and ask if you were whoring around 😭

besides the point, yunjins trailed across your neck and collarbone, leaving as many hickeys as she can while aeri began fucking you with her fingers relentlessly.

time passes and you’re calling out their names simultaneously, “yun— fu…fuck aeri, can’t- can’t take it anymore” yeah they really dont care, not slowing down at all LIKE AT ALL— aeri fucking you so deep, so rough and so fast that it makes you feel so overstimulated, and with yunjin fondling your breasts and biting at your neck, it makes sense that it made you fall unconscious for a split second. gripping onto the sheets tightly once you come back to reality, screaming their names as they witness you cum all over aeris fingers.

oh and also, for extra measures, they take another pic of you. this time your legs spread wide for the camera— yeah no they’re asshole my bad

so yeah— moral of the story… um i think that bully!aeri and bully!yunjin nghfnfhnfnnhfnfnffnfbfb FUCJ I NEED THEM IN AN UNHOLY WAY 😤😤😤

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aaaaafro · 2 years ago

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Seductress 2 - ITZY - Yuna x M! Reader. (+18?)

tw: gotcha again haha! no seggs but almost lol, idk maybe one day they'd be like uuughh seggs.

If you're looking for the first part: Here

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

"Huh... Is that...?" The voice forge ahead as a hand finally pulls aside the blinds.

"HOLY SHIT!" Yuna screamed at the sight of her unnie in such a sinful situation.

"Yuna–." You tried talking but Ryujin quickly covered your mouth with her hand.

Meanwhile Yuna bolted out running. Your whole career in photography flashes right through your very eyes as you realize how bad your situation is.

"Stay here, I'll fix it." Ryujin reaffirms you before she runs out following Yuna.

You sat there in defeat as you fix the set as well as yourself before heading out. You can see the other crew returning back from their breaks giving you a smile as they one by one enter the building.

"Hey, did you have your break yet?" Lia surprised you with the sudden proximity between the two of you.

"O–oh, h-hey, no not yet b-but have you seen Ryujin?" You replied as she puts on a thinking face which is quite adorable if you're being honest.

"I think I did see her chasing after Yuna... Why? Did something happen?" She asked.

"N–no, I just have something to tell her." You replied as she just gave you that iconic eye smile.

"Alrighty, I'll leave you to it then but you'll be the one taking my pictures right?" Lia asks as she wiggles herself closer to you, closer than you'd like.

"I-i don't k-know, maybe?" You ended it with a nervous chuckle realizing that Lia is basically grinding herself on you.

"I-i need to g-go." Regrettably pulling away yourself but you've honestly have had enough of all of it, like honestly you couldn't think of any other way to fuck yourself up even more.

You ran towards ITZY's RV and you noticed the door was left slightly open. There's a conversation on going but it was too inaudible for you.

With a couple of useless weak knocks you peek your head in to see the two women responsible for your impending downfall.

"It's not what it seems!" Ryujin was holding her screams at Yuna who's just sitting there with her arms crossed.

"You cannot be serious with me right now unnie!" Yuna was infuriated to say the least.

"Oh look speaking of the devil!" She added once she noticed you're listening to them.

"Since you're here do you mind explaining yourself then?" Yuna stood up walking past Ryujin stopping right in front of you.

"Yuna–.” Ryujin called.

"Shut up unnie!" But her maknae was determined to get something out of you.

"I–.” You're ready to fry your brain out to try and come up with a logical explanation for what Yuna just witnessed but then Ryujin grabs Yuna's arm earning her attention.

A regretful sigh left Ryujin before saying "Fine! You can go first."

It's such an abstract thing for her to say specially when you consider they were in a middle of an argument. However as you took your time to recollect your thoughts, piecing together moments that led to this and seeing how all of Yuna's anger slowly changes into excitement sends your senses warnings.

"Really unnie?!" The young girl asked and you can clearly see how Ryujin is disappointed but just nodded.

Seeing the two of them have a change of mood in a flash made you take a step back, Yuna notices this and shifts her attention back to you.

Your heartbeat doubles seeing the maknae's furtive smile as she takes a step forward with every backward step that you took.

Of course being inside a RV can only mean such little space, your back inevitably hits a dead end. Your breathing becomes erratic each step Yuna takes. The distance between the two of you closing in faster and faster.

"We're gonna have so much fun." Said Yuna who's completely closed the distance between the two of you and now has her hand on your chest.

If that wasn't enough her face is inching closer and closer to the point her lips and yours might as well connect.

Your knees almost buckled but was saved when Ryujin fakes a cough catching yours and Yuna's attention. The youngest scoffs before exiting the RV leaving you and Ryujin alone.

As ridiculous as it sounds, you're in relief to be with Ryujin instead of Yuna. Just as you're about to recover she suddenly appears right in front of you.

"Don't be at ease. Just because I allow Yuna to take her shot doesn't mean I won't shoot mine." She whispered gently running her finger on your lips.

"See ya later." Ryujin winks before exiting the vehicle.

You stood there motionless, trying to wrap yourself up to what will happen from here on out but since there's no rest for the wicked your moment to recover was cut short when a staff knocks on the opened RV door.

"You good? We're starting." She asked before signalling towards the photoshoot and walking away.

"Uh–yeah, I'll be there." You replied as you following along.

Entering the production you're nerves starting to act up seeing Lia exiting the studio. She notices you before pouting, curious as to why you decided to approach her.

"Where were you? I thought you'd be the one to take my photos." She acted all gloomy but it was still cute nonetheless.

"Sorry, I was caught up with something." Your response made Lia raise her brow but before she could even say something the floor director calls you.

Yet again lady luck isn't much on your side today that the previous photographer is taking an emergency off leaving you the rest of the member and better yet if it isn't the world's best maknae Yuna who's currently in the middle of the studio.

So, the shoot starts and despite your best effort to forget everything that happened moments ago, your brain is caught up with two things.

First, what the heck is going to happen to you knowing that Ryujin and Yuna seems to be on to something with whatever the hell they were agreeing on earlier.

Second, Yuna is fucking gorgeous and perhaps if the circumstances were different you'd be thankful for the opportunity to take her photos. With the simplicity of her outfit paired with her otherworldly visuals, you can't deny that the woman in front of you may or may not be a goddess in her past life but your mind kept coming back to the events earlier.

Having the involuntary flashbacks you begin to sweat and your hands starts shaking, you try your best to play it off as you shake your hands but it's too late Yuna took notice of this.

And you know this how?

Just as the director calls for a switch of pose. Yuna rests her beautiful face on her hand and gives you this subtle but sinister smile.

Yet again you're having flashbacks from your shoot with Ryujin as you looked at Yuna through the lens.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

You honestly thought you wouldn't make it but you're nonetheless thankful that you've taken decent photos till the director calls it a day after the review. Everyone started packing up and you doubled your efforts to help quicken the pace hoping to call it a day.

All of the crew then starts saying their goodbyes and one of the assistant of ITZY approaches you. Having an idea of what the deal is, you tried your best to relax and act all natural.

"Hey, great work out there." She greets and you just gave her one of those force smiles.

"Oh seems like you're tired..." and once again you just gave her a half-assed chuckle.

"I apologize if it's a bad time but Yuna said that she wants to give you something for your work today... If it's okay, she wants you to come to their RV?" You didn't even try to think that Yuna's actually planning something good but it'd be suspicious to refuse so you reluctantly agreed.

At this point you're just digging your own grave as you've reached ITZY's RV which is surprisingly quiet considering that all members are supposed to be inside.

You're about to knock when all of a sudden the door swung opens, if not one of the luckiest thing that happened, you stumble involuntarily dodging it. You hear a gasps from the inside to see a tall silhouette of a person.

"Omg oppa!" It was no other than Yuna.

"I'm so sorry." She quickly came to help you up even dusting off your pants.

"I'm alright, I just stopped by because someone said you're giving me something?" Hearing this she stopped all of a sudden before inviting you in.

Despite your brain's best effort to tell you that you should just turn back and walk away, your body doesn't really have much of a choice specially when Yuna reaches for your hand.

You can't even blame her as you just let her pull you in with no resistance at all. Once seated nicely you're only realizing that the inside is completely devoid of anyone else but the two of you, to that you're heart rate doubles but the fun never stops there as Yuna took a seat right next to you before resting her head on your shoulder.

Immediately your body stiffens and that made Yuna recoil for a second before placing her head back to your shoulder.

'Innocence' a word constantly associated with Yuna, yet no matter how hard you think of it, you couldn't help but look back at what happened earlier, the way she whispered 'We're gonna have so much fun.' in your ear that radiates nothing about innocence.

"Where are the other members?" You asked.

"Almost all of them are gone but I think Chaeryeong-unnie is still outside." She replied.

"I'm sorry oppa." That was unexpected like everything that happened today.

"About earlier... I shouldn't have scared you like that." She continued before capturing your arm and hugging it.

"I-... It's f-fine." Is it really? Especially when Yuna tightens her hold of your arm taking the friction between your arm and her body to a whole new level.

"Really oppa?" With her cute enthusiastic voice that contrasts the grinds she's currently doing on your arm.

You're currently choking on your own tongue, so nodding is the only option to reply and gladly she understood before flashing her bright smile that can easily dethrone the sun.

Just as you're about to relax because of the lightness of the situation Yuna shifted your arm in between her legs pulling it closer to the point of just outright pressing it against her core which is really warm.

All of those and yet she still has that smile that should be considered innocent but to you it is not. However her facial expression distorts as you realize that she's actually getting off on her grinding, her shorts didn't give the feeling any justice as your forearm is basically a sausage between two freshly toasted buns as her core radiates so much heat that you actually couldn't comprehend if your arm is sweating or it's actually Yuna's...

"Y-yuna!" You called before finally retrieving your arm and stood up looking down to Yuna who now looks upset.

"O–oppa..." She called complimenting her sad eyes with a pout.

Any sane person would've surrendered themselves the second their eyes met hers but not you, not now with the thought of you, losing your job, your resolve is stronger than ever.

"P–pleaseeee." She called going on all fours on the crawling towards you as you took a step back.

"This is wrong–.” Right? Who in their right mind would think this is okay.

"Fine." She broke out of her act like it was nothing finally recompose herself.

The stupid you thinking that everything is fine now can go fuck himself as Yuna took you by the collar before clashing lips with you. Immediately having flashbacks from your time with Ryujin but this is worlds different.

As much as you hate to say it, you actually prefer this more than Ryujin's. It might be due to Yuna not being as dominant as Ryujin. Damn it why are you comparing them? Shouldn't you be thinking of your way out of this?

Think? What's that supposed to be? The only thing you can think of is just how famished Yuna is. Evidently from the way she almost took half of your face in digging her tongue inside your mouth, lapping you up from your lips to neck as she sneakily pulled you back to the couch.

Yuna even sat you down and straddled without breaking contact as she continues to eat you up, her spits covering up a good amount of your chest like a good post work out.

"Y–your u–... Unnies might come i–in." That's your pathetic attempt to make her stop but on the contrary she shoots a murderous look at you before ripping your shirt off.

Yuna's actions couldn't speak any louder as she just starts palming every inch of your torso and of course reconnecting her lips with yours. Obviously you're far from controlling your hormones and so your buddy downtown couldn't get a hold of himself.

Of course Yuna wouldn't fail to notice this as she starts grinding her core on top of your bulge, this caused you to groan in the kiss and you can clearly feel her smile forming as she doubles her efforts.

Despite the immense bliss the two of you are currently riding on for Yuna it's as if never enough. She reluctantly stops her feast and stands up to skillfully remove her needless pants.

Surprising you is that with everything that she has done you can still see her blush as she exposes her seemingly damp underwear, evident with its spot right in the middle.

That didn't last though as she retakes her position on top of you perfectly lining her core on your manhood right to the very center to which her clothed soft lips nestle your length.

It causes Yuna to let out a soft whimper that will be stuck in your mind forever. She then starts grinding her lower half, rubbing her wet snatch on your covered member.

The two of you moaned into the kiss as she starts getting more and more aggressive with her movements even going as far as biting your lower lip and pulling it back.

Now your hands having a life of its own starts moving up her slim waist and tracing her tone back, to which Yuna's breathing becomes more erratic each second. Growing impatiently as your hand took its time exploring her back side.

After your finger glides on her spine sending chills to her body, her hands have had enough of your teasing, she pulls both of them intertwining your fingers with her and even taking in your index and middle finger in her mouth, licking it a good amount before she slides it down to her chin leaving a good trail of her spit along with it.

Ultimately landing on her breast, she then guides your finger creating circles on her nub which is poking through her sports bra.

"Are we having fun now oppa?" Her seductive tone enters your ear like an addicting melody.

As you're about to agree a gasp right beside you woke the two of you up from your pleasure trance. With your eyeballs almost falling out. You and Yuna couldn't get off of each other quick enough as you turned towards the source the two of you couldn't help but gasp in response. The person was about to run outside before:

"WAIT!" You and Yuna echoed each other.

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy smut #yuna #yuna smut #male reader

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hisui555 · 10 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Foils 2

(Foils 1 here)

(Foils 3 here)

(Foils 4 here)

Masterpost here.

Crawling back out of my cave because my stupid brain won't let me rest. Synapses fired all night yesterday, I'm sure there's some structural damage in the front lobe from all the fireworks going off and bouncing around the walls of my skull, but mostly color me impressed that my asocial side actually got cowed into submission, by PRODUCTIVITY of all things, holy shit, why can't it happen for job interviews ?

...Anyway.

Aaaand without transition I would like to talk about Rosie VS Carmilla (I'm putting a "VS" so that it's clearer from a couple/team, see Foils 1), especially around Ep 7, which has just this magnificent parallel between them, respectively coaching Charlie and Vaggie (yes, TV Tropes already covered that one, shhhh, don't tell my spark of productivity, it might disappear and play dead for months again). For the A plot, we have Charlie, led by Alastor, who's going to Cannibal Town to meet Rosie and ask for reinforcements - basically getting an army of cannibals to lend a hand, even if it's not theirs and has some bite marks on it. For the B plot, on the other side, Vaggie goes to Carmilla to learn how angels can be killed, and from that on asking her for the appropriate weapons. On both sides, the two girls learn about confidence and fighting for the right thing - Charlie grows into the leader she's capable of being, Vaggie steels her resolve and grows her wings back.

What's interesting about those parallel scenes is how much Rosie and Carmilla contrast each other, and are similar to Charlie and Vaggie respectively yet have differences : again, a square of foils. But let's talk about the (seemingly) older women first.

When we stumble upon Cannibal Town, it has a very gentlemanly aesthetic, streets are clean, people are well-dressed and polite, and if you forget the minor detail of cough eating people cough, they are quite the amicable bunch - something Charlie herself comments on, how "surprisingly nice" it is. The second we meet Rosie, we understand why : she's a councelor, the unofficial mayor and of course the Overlord representing them all. She's a faultless host (again, if you don't care much about her specific ingredients), very accomodating, and doesn't rebut Charlie right away despite her enormous demand. In fact, once Alastor chimes in that her citizens would be not only well-armed but also well-fed, she's happy to give it a go and coach Charlie on how to convince them (well, for the most part. Susan.), showing she knows her community very well. Rosie is shown as more of a knowledge broker : she trades information to Alastor in exchange of favors, seems to know things about him that even our deer friend doesn't ("A what now ?" *Pats your shoulder in ace, buddy. You'll get the hang of it.*), and overall comes off as very well-informed.

In the meantime, we follow Vaggie to the industrial side of the Pentagram, where it seems to be more smoke, steel and craft than rural, pictoresque town. Carmilla doesn't let Vaggie enter until she threatens to spill the beans out in plain view of the street, and once she's inside, Carmilla is immediately verbally hostile and commandeering the whole speech ("Ninety seconds."), rebutting each of Vaggie's claims with clinical precision - rightfully countering that she doesn't want to bring the trouble to her doorstep, and put her loved ones (+ workers) in danger, to which Vaggie counters (also rightfully) that if the Hotel fails to defend itself, Carmilla might still kiss her pointy shoes goodbye. Once the time is up, Carmilla attacks, but it's quickly blatant that she's actually stealthily coaching Vaggie into fighting better, both physically and mentally. She's ruthless, brutal, and elegant, but not with the same elegance as Rosie : Rosie's charm and mannierisms are day-to-day, yet she's a proud cannibal, so her elegance hides a very carnal nature by the way of eating human flesh (even if she wraps it in pretty ribbons in a candy box), while Carmilla's cold and sharp demeanor hides her graceful but efficient fighting style - I mean, have you seen those twirls and acrobatics ? Hot dang, she's cool. Rosie is a knowledge broker that knows damn well how to use her information, Carmilla is a weapons dealer that knows damn well how to use her weapons : no wonder she arms herself (and her daughters) first. Carmilla, on the surface, rejects Vaggie's deal, but after a few moments, we see that she's turning it into her own way of helping.

Now we arrive to the two main songs, Out For Love and Ready For This, who are almost back-to-back. Charlie has had her moment with Rosie, who genuinely helped her through her personal problems and her moment of uncertainty concerning Vaggie's secret, and it's time for the big rallying song. And, Charlie, you're cute and all, but sightseeing and camaraderie aren't the things cannibals are interested in - they might have a child's heart (somewhere in a jar behind a desk), but EATING is where it's at ! Good thing Alastor chimed in, hm ? Which kinda rebounds on his private part of the song with Rosie ("Stick with her, you'll be on the winning side !") : their motivations are more selfish than we think. Rosie is genuinely kind and empathetic, but not altruist : doing the Princess of Hell a solid might be a real advantage in the long run, especially for someone like her who trades in favors. On the other side, Carmilla has it out for her own reasons right away, but does a selfless move by teaching Vaggie and lending the weapons : while she doesn't directly stick her neck out, she still helps from the shadows. Her main motive is to protect her loved ones and avoid bloodshed, while Rosie's and the cannibals are to get their belly full and gain political advantage.

It's really like an hourglass between the two : Rosie hears Charlie (and Alastor) out and accepts to help but actually for selfish reason, actively and directly helping Charlie to assert herself, talking her through therapy and words - a language Charlie is very receptive to - teaching her confidence and leadership (something Vaggie already has). Carmilla on her side rebukes Vaggie but actually for more selfless (even if personal) reasons, indirectly (but still actively) helps her to rekindle with her own emotions and be honest with herself (something Charlie already is), all that through physical training and fighting - a language Vaggie knows quite well. You'd think they have the names of the songs crossed and mixed up, yet they fit perfectly : Charlie needs to be Ready For This and finally face physical confrontation, while Vaggie needs to be Out For Love and honest with her feelings and past. They both complement each other.

The smiles Carmilla and Rosie also give at the news are contrasting : Carmilla hears the news and smiles a little smile, to herself, looking proud that it worked, and proud of her 'student'. Rosie on her side has a charming, calculated, wide smile that seems to spell out 'now there we go' and 'ooh, this was nothing, darling' more than 'good job', complete with a cup of tea. It's like she smiles more at the camera than out of genuine pride, unlike Carmilla who just smiles to herself. You'd think tough-as-nails Carmilla would be the last person to teach people to fight for love, yet here we are, while ladylike elegant Rosie, who does show genuine understanding and kindness, is also planning to use Charlie for her own gain.

Wrapping this up, Charlie & Vaggie VS Carmilla & Rosie : Carmilla is kind of a more experienced version of Vaggie (a figther, determined, devoted to her loved ones), with Charlie's core ideas (love, compassion, avoiding fights) while Rosie is a more experienced version of Charlie (connections, empathy, people person) with Vaggie's way of thinking (strategic, knowledgeable, prepared).

Like Vaggie, Carmilla is a fierce fighter that you don't want to piss off, with people to protect, an expert in dealing with weapons (cherry on top : both about angelic steel), even physically they're quite alike : long white hair (especially when Carmilla lets hers go in response to Vaggie's grumbling), similar tone of skin, palette in dark grays and white mostly (Vaggie has more pink where Carmilla has black), both are also Hispanic. They already (unknowingly) share a duet in Whatever It Takes, with personal reasons very close to one another. Carmilla is the perfect combination of Charlie's ideals and Vaggie's realism, leaning more towards Vaggie's side as a fighter. They also look the less relatively demonic, past some features (like Carmilla's oversized arms).

Rosie on her side looks like an upper-class lady who is the leader of her town and an Overlord (mirroring Charlie being a princess and the founder of the Hotel), sharing some reds in their respective palettes (even if Charlie's is more solid red and Rosie's burgundy), pale hair and a very affable, accomodating demeanor. Rosie is the perfect mix of Vaggie's pragmatism and Charlie's kindness, leaning towards Charlie's side as an informator and councelor. They naturally stand in the spotlight, one way or another, and guide people through their problems. They're also both more "demonic" : Charlie is the literal Princess of Hell and hellborn demon, while Rosie has notable very sharp teeth, pitch black eyes (like the town citizens) and... what was it again...? oh right ! Eats people.

(Don't worry, I'm not always a smartass : sometimes I'm asleep.)

That went longer than expected (...as always), but, well, enjoy. Skyscrapers like those are useful when you have time to kill. I might need to consider doing a masterpost for those... might be more practical for those crazy enough to want to read all of my inane rambling (boredom is such a pain, right ?)

Hope you enjoyed.

Again, Masterpost here.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel thoughts

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teecupangel · 2 years ago

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Just a random idea that came from the AC Unity posts but what about Desmond as Marie Antoinette, France's most hated dauphin? Like Desmond in Cantarella, he is surrounded by Templars but this time it is in the middle of a court that seeks to remove him from the throne by any means, at any cost. And Desmond, as in Cantarella, can choose to run away from all this (toward Connor in the colonies) or play the game in which he is inside to avoid a massacre.

(Now, I don't remember much about AC Unity but I do know that Marie birth was in 1755 and came to court at eighteen, which would make her canonically four years older than Arno but only one year older than Connor, which is a long time, for whatever plan Desmond has after the shock of being born again.)

So the Templar and Assassin presence in Austria and the Holy Roman Empire are a bit vague, especially during Marie Antoinette's time growing up so we can play around with that aspect.

Although...

Desmond probably only heard of Marie Antoinette in passing. She mostly knows her as the ‘let them eat cake’ bitch and holy shit, there was no way she was going to be her, especially since she did watch Kirsten Dunst’s Marie Antoinette (he was bored, okay?) so yeah, definitely didn’t want to part of all of that.

Desmond tries to appear not that interesting, making people whisper that she’s lazy but brilliant as she knows Latin, Italian and French (thanks, Ezio).

Her beauty is also marred by the fact that she doesn’t like to wear those restrictive women's clothes. She’s fine wearing dresses, she’s not fine wearing stuff that impedes her movements.

This, unfortunately, meant that they’re forced to make clothes that would be beautiful but not restrictive just so Desmond would wear them to balls and important events that needed her presence.

She doesn’t even understand why they needed her to do any of these. She’s the youngest, shouldn’t she be more or less worthless in the eyes of the royal family?

What she doesn’t realize is that her beauty and brains made her interesting. And having the Bleeds of Haytham Kenway and Ezio Auditore meant she could be graceful if she wanted to, meaning that, if one was simply to turn a blind eye on her ‘laziness’ and her ‘strange musings’, she is certainly one of the most promising young noble ladies of her generation.

Because of this, she gets the attention of Louis XV who wants her to become the future wife of his grandson, Louis XVI.

History finally gets royally fucked up when the announcement of Desmond’s marriage to Louis XVI becomes public when she is just freaking 14.

So, out of desperation because there is no way in freaking hell she was going to marry some dude at 14...

Also… childbirth? Nopenopenopenope. She just got used to the whole monthly bleeding thing. The idea of giving birth frightens her more than burning from the inside again...

She runs away.

Now…

At this point, she didn’t have any allies nor any actual plan like Giovanni!Desmond did in Cantarella.

What she did have was the skills of three Master Assassins and one Grand Templar so Desmond ran away in the middle of the night, more reminiscent of his running away from the Farm to be completely honest.

She pretends to be a boy which wasn’t that hard at the moment because she was still growing and gets into a ship bound for the colonies where, she hopes, she’d be able to find Ratonhnhaké:ton.

… Not knowing the huge scandal she would be making by disappearing in the middle of the night.

And how this entire thing could spell a disaster in France and Austria’s future since her marriage had been one of the conditions for an alliance between the two.

Unorganized Ideas:

She pretends to be a dude but she’s really pretty. Becomes harder once her growth spurt truly starts

She meets up with Ratonhnhaké:ton in Davenport Homestead after Ratonhnhaké:ton’s whole ‘arrested because white people, man’ shit in Boston. They grow up to be more or less partners.

Achilles thinks she’s a runaway daughter of an Assassin (which is technically true) and a part of him wonders if she may not be related to John de la Tour (maybe even his granddaughter?) because she makes offhanded comments about France.

The missing Marie Antoinette becomes the French/British version of ‘Anatasia Romanov lives’ rumors. No one thinks it’s Desmond though.

Except for one person who had seen a portrait of the young Marie Antoinette once… Marquis de La Fayette.

Haytham believes Desmond is his son’s beau (and, later on, wife). He is not the first to believe that and Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond had stopped trying to correct people and just let them think whatever they want.

Desmond does milk it a bit, calling Ratonhnhaké:ton ‘my dearest’. Ratonhnhaké:ton simply goes along with it because Desmond had always been strange even by white men standards.

Ratonhnhaké:ton knew Desmond was a girl from the beginning, he just didn’t make a big deal about it. This made Desmond believe that Ratonhnhaké:ton never realized she was a girl until she started ‘filling out’.

#does this end with #condes #?#yeah most definitely #also maybe even spurned ex-fiance king louis xvi???#might even end with desmond and ratonhnhaké:ton going to france to kick king louis xvi’s ass #because the dude can’t. take. a. hint #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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ummm can you write rika x reader where the reader is hopped up on aphrodisiacs and wants to get fucked stupid by her. maybe with a strap with fake cum in it too?

Women I love women holy shit.

Afab! Reader x Rika

Rika coos watching you grind into her hand. Her grin widening hearing your sweet voice desperately whimpering her name.

Your core practically melting the palm of her hand pressing against you're drenched sex was not enough.

" Patience Doll~" Rika chuckled, lifting your hips up as you feel her fingers gide just barely passed your folds.

" Let me play with you for a little while longer Darling and I'll fill you up nice and full~” Rika purred.

She pressed her lips against your body peppering kiss along the skin. Grinding her thumb against your clit, her finger is tracing up and down your entrance occasionally just barely dipping deeper only to pull out with every buck of your hips.

Yes, Rika could punish you for your lack of obedience tonight but, wasn't it already punished enough to give you aphrodisiac and tease like this? And besides the whimpering drenched mess of sight underneath her, pulling and crying out for attention for more was going straight to her pussy.

Your juices coated the tips of her fingers her red eyes more ridiculous as she brings her fingers up and licks them clean.

"mmh... you taste so sweet Pretty~ I could just do you up..."

Giving you a playful look her hands grab your buttocks lifting you up, with nothing but the bed against your back and your legs and her arms supporting you.

"And I think... I will!"

You lose your mind feeling her soft wet tongue Glide against your soaked cunt. Arching your back when her tongue presses deeper.

You couldn't help but grind your cunt against her face, wanting more and more. With the blazing heat deep inside of you turning into mush from the inside out, you are so close yet it wasn't enough to satisfy you, you cry out for more.

"P-please! R-rika, I-i cant take it! N-need your cock!"

Aw... she could see tears starting to form in your eyes do you really need her that badly??

She moves her lips from your mouth glistening with your juices. She lifts your leg over her shoulder pressing the head of her toy against your entrance. You try to reach out and touch your lover only for her hands to grab yours pinning them above your head.

You squirm trying to rub yourself against her toy.

"Rika!Rika! P-please! Fill me! Fil-AAH YES YES YES!" You cry out, when she finally spears you open.

She could never get enough of your screams, how you squeak and squeal her name while you try to take more and more! And she was happily to give you more squeezing your wrists before taking a hold of your other leg folding you in half completely. Pressing you into the bed she slams down.

"h-hahah! your sooo cute baby~ we should have tried aphrodisiacs ages ago!" She laughs watching your face twisting in pure pleasure.

You lose yourself, drool dripping from your mouth your brain frying thinking of nothing but her cock, your fingers dig into your thights. All you could do now is lay there and take every pound of her cock.

"mmm~ you're squeezing around me so tightly, you're being such a good sweetheart~"

She wraps a hand around her throat.

" I think you deserve a reward, don't you think?

She squeezes once

" I'll fill you up how's that sound?"

She moved faster. Another hand wrapping around your throat.

"h-haha I'll make you nice... and full I'll make you mine would you like that pretty? Would you like to be filled up with my cum?"

"c-clos-" was the only thing you could mutter,

"huh? Speak up pretty I didn't hear you tell me you want me to fill you!" Rika said this time more firm

"r-rika...please... S-so close-"

"I SAID LOUDER" she yells her hand coming down onto your ass. You break as you come on her cock

"PLEASE RIKA IM CUMMING FILL ME! FILL ME NOW!!"

"oh-h thats a good p-pet, fuck I..im so wet... Im gonna fill you up."

All you remember was feeling warm liquid from her cock spill deep inside of you.

Immediately she lowered your legs off of her shoulders and scooped you into her arms. Peppering your face with kisses while her fingers glide through your hair. You are already gone your chest rising and falling as your eyelids flutter close.

That was so hot fuck you are so hot the images of you underneath her will be burned in her mind for hours when she plunges her fingers in and out of her cunt later.

#smut #pokemon rika x reader #rika elite 4 #elite 4 rika #rika x reader

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sheyfu · 6 months ago

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pls i have so many prompt ideas abt sae like im crazy abt this man like

SOO we know sae is loaded right he got the money when he ws asked what he will do if he got 100 mil yen n he said hes not interested in such a small amount?? SO HIS WORTH MUST BE HIGH.

so im thinking like sae with a filthy rich ceo reader who wants him to model for her brand but he said hes not interested in doing those stuffs so she basically increases the pay until he finally agreed and things js escalate from there until they started dating 🤗🤗

but i see this as a series fic rather than like a oneshot cuz its gonna get long🤔 (NOT THAT IM ASKING U TO MAKE A SERIES PLS DONT GET ME WRONG) i always see sae being the rich one in the relationship (which is also nice i love him having the provider mindset 💪💪)so i thought maybe make the reader rich too n its funny bcs they always fight on who to pay on dates n like imagine when sae is in spain n shes in japan n she misses him shes like fuck im gonna go to spain tmr i wnna see u

omg this went on longer mb i have brainrot for this man😇 ily u potray his chara so well

wait. wait. wait. WAIT THOIFSAFSAIJGFASF SOH MY GOD WAIT.

anon you are onto smth holy fucking shit.

i love rich women, women in power, women in corporate, women entrepreneurs, I LOVE WOMEN SO MUCH UHFSDGNASJDKGCF idk if this exists but i see them to be both grumpy (grumpy x grumpy 😓😓) and theyre both super prideful (no one backs down) they try to dominate each other in a relationship but like the longer they are in a relationship the softer they both get and like spoil the fuck outta each other mhm mhm and I AGREEEEEE reader dgaf about her work and would cancel all her meetings/plans just to see sae when she misses him.

lowk i want sae to be weak in the knees for her. like outside he's like MACHO MAN or smth nonchalant dgaf girlboss but in the inside hes like HIJFDJSDFADFKJAOD I WANT HER TO BE MY WIFE sum typa shit 😦😦

AND DW IT'S ALR i do also see this as a series BUUUUT LETS SEE HEUHRUEHRUEHR

AND OMG THANK YOU EHSAOIF when i first saw his character i was like mmmmm this man is nonchalant af but at the same time he exudes chaotic energy mhm mhm (also please i love how its long HIDFOAISJF dont stop your service please 🙏🙏)

IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE UEHUSHUDHSFDJAJD im running outta brain power for some reason 😓😓

THANK YOU SOOO MUCHHHH i'll put this in my gdocs NEOWWWWWW

#🐈‍⬛️.receive #itoshi sae

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checkoutmybookshelf · 1 year ago

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Gregory Bridgerton is, with all Possible Affection, the Dumbest Bridgerton Sibling

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a hot romantic regency male lead must be in want of a more intelligent heroine. But even given that, Gregory flippin' Bridgerton strains credibility about how obtuse he is throughout this book. Anthony might have been lying to himself and deeply traumatized, Benedict might have been a chauvinist dickhead, and Colin might have been a golden retriever, but none of them were so vacuously vague as Gregory managed to be. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this book; there were chunks of it I found thoroughly amusing. So let's talk On the Way to the Wedding.

I guess we might as well start with Gregory, because holy cow there was no critical thought in this man's head. He literally did not hear a thing Lucy said to him the night before her wedding to Haselby, because AS COLIN POINTED OUT while he and Gregory were *checks notes* SITTING IN A TREE SPYING ON LUCY'S HOUSE, she did not actually ever at any point say that she wasn't going to marry Haselby, she just made bland statements and let Gregory hear what he wanted to. Like, Greg. Sweetie, honey, friend, she did not explicitly say she was calling off the wedding, and you KNOW she would have if she really intended to. You were thinking with the wrong head, my dude, and frankly it's on your own dang head for being so shocked the next morning.

But on top of having cloth ears when it comes to hearing "no," Gregory managed to talk himself into being in love with Hermione and out of being in live with Lucy. And this is AFTER separate sit downs with Anthony, Kate, and Violet that collectively tell the reader (and should have told Gregory, except he has cotton wool instead of a brain inside his skull) that Gregory has exactly zero connection with reality, no drive or ambition, and has had so much handed to him in life that he won't extend effort to get something that isn't handed to him. Quite literally, my reaction was, "Aww, Lucy gets the second-worst brother. She and Sophie should get together and start a support group." So Gregory and Benedict are super not my favorite Bridgerton Brothers.

One thing about Gregory that was well set up and paid off and used fairly humorously throughout though, is his complete inability to hit anything he aims at with a firearm. I was impressed that he was not toxically masculine about that, and the fact that he nonfatally shot Uncle Richard at the end was well executed, and Lucy telling her Uncle that he is lucky Gregory can't aim for shit actually got a laugh from me. It was very good. AND it established that all four Bridgerton girls can shoot as well, so at some point I want a pall mall game settled via target shooting. My bet is that Eloise thinks she's the best shot, Francesca actually is, Hyacinth does trick shots just to piss off Eloise, and Daphne is scarily efficient as a markswoman.

However, what really kept this book interesting were Lucy and the CW drama-esque plot, because I did not see "oopsie poopsie, did a treason, and now my neice has to marry my blackmailer's gay son" coming in the Bridgertonverse, but here we are, I guess.

Lucy falls into line with Penelope and Sophie in terms of women who are head and shoulders more competent than the Bridgerton man they married, although admittedly Lucy has less personality than either Penelope or Sophie. Lucy is a people manager and pleaser, and she is extremely organized. She also has some excellent one-liners and is more than smart enough to wrap Gregory around her little finger when she needs to.

Unfortunately, she couldn't talk Gregory's stubborn streak out of tying her to a water closet (seriously, what is this, a regency Criminal Minds episode???), which is how we get the big reveal that it's her Uncle, not her father, who committed treason. It's also how we somehow end up with Uncle Richard holding a gun to Sophie in a random bedroom before her marriage to Haselby was consummated, which... Richard. Honey. What was the plan here??? You needed that girl legally and permanently married before Davenport gave up the blackmail. Why are you holding a gun on her right now??? What the hell was the way out of this room of you hadn't been interrupted by the husband squad and their two guns? Weird time for a power trip, is all I can say. You might as well have gotten caught monologuing for all the sense this scene setup made.

And Gregory once again proves that he is a COMPLETE IMBECILE because if you spend an entire book announcing repeatedly that you can't hit the broad side of a barn, why on God's little green earth do you take the shot at a man holding a gun to your love's head? You're as likely to hit her as him! He got lucky because plot armor, but he wasn't the only man in the room with a gun, Lucy's very angry brother ALSO had one, and he was almost certainly a better shot than Gregory. Nobody is exercising critical thought in this scene, is all I'm saying.

Now, for all my criticisms, if you suspend your disbelief, this whole scene is VERY fun, and in principle I quite enjoyed it. Sometimes you have to meet a book where it's at, and in this case it was at CW-esque dramatic farce. So this book was very fun for what it was.

OOH and before I wrap.up and forget: Hyacinth gets to be totally furious in this book, and holy cow I wish we got Hyacinth in a decade st some point, because she would have been show Lady Danbury's equal but more spitfire, and I love that so much for all of us.

This is definitely the last Bridgerton book I'm reading because I have no desire to deal with Daphne or Eloise's books. That said though, the books I have read I was largely either pleasantly surprised by or thoroughly entertained, and really you can't ask more of these books than that. Book Benedict still sucks though.

#julia quinn #bridgerton #bridgerton books #on the way to the wedding #gregory bridgerton #lucy abernathy #regency romance #romance novel #romance books

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funkii-fox · 3 months ago

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I dont understand people that intentionally get themselves into discourse or trigger themselves on purpose and stuff like that. Its like… do u have nothing better to do?

I have this friend on instagram and hes fun but DEAR. GOD. Hes so negative.

Today i got back from school, sweating as all hell and red faced due to the Texas heat, and i got onto instagram to chill out. “I wonder what my beloved mooties are up to.” And when i press on this guy’s story, its like 5 fucking stories of rants abt selfshippers that make ocs to ship w characters and draw the ocs into the anime style.

GET A LIIIIIIFFFFFEEEEE

You never have to like something if u truly dont like it, BUT HOLY FUCK. How do you get through life getting this fucking triggered over every small thing that people enjoy? This guy went on and on crying abt “ooo i hate women” “this character is gay so u cant self ship w them if ur a woman” “im such an edge lord” “these ocs are so bland” “mlm and wlw is superior” “dont make a male stone ocean oc” “women shouldn’t be into jojos bc its a masc anime” get a life. Touch some goddamn grass. Get off the internet.

Anyone can see that this guy is going ape shit over something only privileged ppl would, but it also hits a little too close when hes attacking selfshippers: my people. I dont usually do oc x canon nor do i draw my self shipping, but these people that hes losing his shit over are still my family. And so its like hes attacking me in a way. And the only reason he doesn’t find me cringe is bc i self ship through writing and do self insert. Like if i were just a little different, he would be directing his misogynistic rants towards me. Odd. It makes me wonder if he does think im cringe and look down on me but wont say it bc of our friendship

Best thing is: this guy has ocs. “Ooo but theyre actually cool” what if i disagree? Would i be justified in saying that his ocs are trash? No? Bc thats rude? 🧐 (sarcasm)

Even better: this guy claims to be an artist yet uses ai to make ocs. Like not to draw them but get an idea of the design. I told him hes not using ai ethically and he should know better but he doesn’t care. But if i used his art and put it in ai that would be messed up. Goofy behavior.

I originally bonded w this guy bc we both hate bruja arianna and the “fem trans masc” thing (And tbh i still do: this mockery of trans men needs to stop and cis women need to stop being weird abt trans guys in general). But he goes so fucking far in his hate. He stalks bruja ari just to make himself seethe and then does rants on his story. Like ??? Is ur life that boring?? U rlly have nothing else to do?? U couldn’t do anything else in the world?

And a nit pick: this guy constantly announces that hes horny and other horny stuff. And it comes across as so middle school. It feels like a 7th grader trying to be funny. Like dude, being horny is normal and all but no need to announce it to the world bc i promise no one cares.

This guy, that is my age (his birthday is literally in the same month) has the brain of an edgy middle schooler. And i just thank god that im not like that. His negativity gets me down as a mere witness, i cant imagine how negative the inside of his brain is

#emilios thoughts #rants

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contentment-of-cats · 2 years ago

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Understanding maladaption from the inside

A maladaption is, to me, something that lets you survive long enough to get somewhere safe. I developed maladaptions in the face of continuous trauma from childhood on. When people who are supposed to love and protect you instead inflict harm and call it love, that gets internalized even though as a child your instinct knows it's wrong, but it becomes your normal.

I am not tough. I just learned how to survive one day at a time.

One of my significant maladaptions is preparing for the absolute worst case in every scenario. I joke that it's because I can feel relief that Scenario X isn't an utter flaming crater of a disaster - a rolling dumpster fire is just fine.

I am always ready to have my world crumble around me. One of the things that my cancer journey has shown me is that you have no idea how much pain you're in until it's relieved. The other is that you have no idea how much anxiety you're living with until it's hit with an Ativan.

I remember thinking, with a load of pain meds and the smallest possible dose of Ativan, 'Holy shit. Is this how Normal People feel?'

As I said in another post, I learned to ignore the screaming of my body and just keep going. The screaming of my mind - in the forms of CPTSD was another matter. I'm back in therapy for my poor old maladapated brain because medical trauma is a thing. CBT starts today.

I've also been reading 'The Body Keeps the Score.'

I will tell you that it is a difficult read if you have any form of PTSD. I can't count the number of times that I've had to put down my reader because of tearing up. the identification with this book is painful like digging out an ingrown nail. In an interesting aside, my therapist says that most of the women she treats have fibromyalgia. The body keeps the score indeed. Three significant quotes below:

Being traumatized means continuing to organize your life as if the trauma were still going on—unchanged and immutable—as every new encounter or event is contaminated by the past.

Trauma results in a fundamental reorganization of the way mind and brain manage perceptions. It changes not only how we think and what we think about, but also our very capacity to think.

Being traumatized means continuing to organize your life as if the trauma were still going on—unchanged and immutable—as every new encounter or event is contaminated by the past.

There's a reason we can't 'just get over it' - it's imprinted, internalized, and wired into our brains. We adapt to what's been done to us, often by other traumatized people, and get on with it. Generational trauma. My mother developed into a narcissist, a true cluster B clusterfuck. One of our most blazing fights erupted when I said, "Not everything about me is about you."

She lost her MIND.

And I... left. I packed up with her screaming at me. Gibberish. Word salad. I thought that if I was remaining calm through this - including thrown objects - I must need therapy. I told her that if she put her hands on me that I'd call the cops. She tried to take my purse, my cell phone, and my laptop. When I was out of the house, she tried to turn the hose on me before I could get in the cab. It was the day before Thanksgiving. I took a taxi (pre-Uber days) to the airport bus, went to the airport, and got a seat on a late plane home. I got home at eight in the morning on Thanksgiving day and had Domino's for dinner. We did not speak until April.

My therapist later told me that it was a tremendous breakthrough. I realized I could leave, I should leave, and I left.

#cptsd #therapy #bad brain day #healing #maladaption #cancer #trauma

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rivalsforlife · 1 year ago

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I finished the new persona 5 tactica game and its dlc in 7 days which is faster than most people with their priorities in order, so I am ahead of all of my friends and therefore am going to dump all my spoilery opinions here.

The gameplay was fun (I played on easy mode because I am a baby) and I liked making triangles. that was definitely the most satisfying part of the game when I could make triangles and wipe out every enemy on the board at once. I felt like a god. I liked seeing these characters again, I like them, I like getting little insights into their lives.

I can't say that the story was """objectively""" bad but it did a lot of things that just kind of irritated me / felt sloppy / holy shit this is some of the worst Women Writing in a franchise I wouldn't say has particularly stellar Women Writing.

To begin with, I will list off my predictions going into this game based off of trailers:

-This is obviously taking place inside this toshiro guy's brain and/or he's the one who is causing all of this.

-all the villains are going to be Evil People In His Life

-first boss Marie is going to be his wife/fiancee, but it's some kind of political marriage type deal. second boss is going to be some kind of mentor/boss. probably run into a character that is going to be his teacher at some point when the school arc hits

-erina is based on a real person in his life as well who was involved in whatever sort of rebellion toshiro did outside of all this.

This is practically exactly what happens in the game, with the exception that I got the second boss's identity wrong (he's the father, which in hindsight I should've guessed from the start - instead I guessed as soon as Toshiro brought up that his father arranged his marriage).

It might be my fault for watching the trailers before playing but in my defense this game is extremely predictable. Like I said, I guessed the second boss's identity before he even showed up in the game. I think it became pretty apparent this was toshiro's fault early into the game.

uh what else. first kingdom I didn't love much because it felt very repetitive and like it went on for too long. as I wrote in discord after finishing it:

toshiro and erina are both fine but a lot of it is like. extremely predictable and blatant about it. like I could guess marie's whole deal from the trailers so it's a lot of "yeah we know. yeah we know" and it feels weird how the phantom thieves haven't yet at all guessed that toshiro is the cause of this when it feels like that's deefinitely how they're going to end up. a lot of the early segments felt repetitive (toshiro "oh no we should run away why would we risk getting hurt" erina "but we have to stand up for what is right!" toshiro "!" repeat endlessly until close to the end of the kingdom). and I definitely did not enjoy marie as a villain, she's so cartoonishly evil that it just kind of got to the point of exhaustion. comparing her as a first-game villain to someone like kamoshida for example, both are horrible people, but seeing kamoshida in real life and his actions in real life and how it was affecting everyone, despite him being fairly one-dimensional as a villain, made him an extremely hateable but very effective villain. I did not feel any of that for marie I was just sick of her. I'm hoping the game steps it up a bit moving forward bc I think the "not seeing the villains in reality aside from a few brief glimpses" thing might be rough on that aspect

I played the DLC after the first kingdom, which was a mistake because they have the same credits as the full game meaning I got spoiled on Yuki being related to him somehow. I thought she was a sister, maybe, until the moment toshiro brought up that his mom was dead, and then it was pretty obvious but it took the game FOREVER to actually state this.

Yuki's writing is where I really started to lose it because her character trait is Mother. There's nothing else. I actually laughed a bit when she jumped in front of that beam to protect toshiro because literally where else could it possibly be going. at this time I declared her "the most fridged persona character ever". this was, perhaps, naive.

THIRD KINGDOM. the introduction of eri natsuhara who dragged erina down with her. we have now completed the "bitch wife - mother - manic pixie dream girl" trifecta of shitty female character writing tropes. And I don't think it would bother me quite so much if they didn't go for all three in the same game and none of those three seemed to have any amount of motivation outside of toshiro.

Like again I'm not going to claim that persona has ever had stellar female character writing, but they typically at least manage to have the characters have some amount of traits outside of whatever guy they're associated with...? They have some characters I really like (Futaba, Yukari, Mitsuru as examples off the top of my head) and most at least have some part of their character arc as an individual one.

I guess the closest I could compare Eri's whole thing to is Aigis, but Aigis at least had a good part of her character arc independent, tying into the overall "meaning of life" theme, trying to figure out her own purpose and soul and ending up on "wanting to protect the protagonist" isn't bad because the game is about friends giving you the meaning of life. aigis contributes a lot thematically and I think her character arc makes sense. at least in my view.

I did not see any reason for Eri to be the supportive character to Toshiro's whole deal, but she's like "I'm going to help you achieve your dreams!!" when her own dreams and goals took a hard sideline in the plot. We know basically nothing about what Eri's done in the presumably decades between the high school events and the events of this game. The game really tried pushing the "sometimes, if you fight back... people get hurt!" but it was much more of an emphasis on "toshiro is sad that eri got hurt" and much less "how is Eri actually suffering from this other than in hospital wearing bandages". we know she lost her will to fight but the girl literally just got hit by a train so who can blame her for that, we don't know how or why she regained it, I especially don't like that she made the whole thing about "I'll catch up to you one day!". Did she get to graduate? What's her career like? What's the extent of her injuries and how do they impact her day-to-day life? We know Toshiro got shunned by everyone but did Eri have her social circle decimated as well, especially since Toshiro apparently never talked to her again??

It's like the focus on Eri's injuries was a) she lost her will to fight :( b) Toshiro is sad about it and they won't be able to fight together anymore :( and not the things about how it's impacted her life outside of Toshiro. I think that would've been nice to see more.

And the thing I especially didn't like about how they wrote Eri is that her character dragged down Erina, who was pretty good throughout the first arc, fell kinda into the background in the second arc, and then in arc 3 just got pretty much merged with Eri and suddenly her sole purpose was to protect Toshiro's heart -- nothing about the people she was trying to protect in the first arc or really anything other than a few allusions to an ongoing identity crisis over not being a real person. I will admit that her turning into a Persona was the first time I was genuinely caught off guard in this game.

(Sidenote: It was so obvious throughout the third arc that the ruler would be Shadow-ish Toshiro that the red herring they were pulling with nakabachi was completely insufferable.)

Anyways I get that this wasn't an Erina Game it's a Toshiro Game but it's just the combination of a bunch of weird writing decisions that really got to me in this case and at a certain point it was like doing a bingo for "shitty women writing". Eri is both the Inspiration For Toshiro's Rebellious Spirit who also Sees His Potential and Wants To Help Him Achieve His Dreams and then is later The Poor Defenseless Victim And Her Being Hurt Causes Toshiro To Lose His Way But Still Inspires Him To Be Better, and she's also The Woman Who Broke His Heart And Spirit And Is The Cause Of His Suffering But He Doesn't Regret The Time They Spent Together... it's just a weird checklist and it got tiring for me. I don't mind some of these things if it wasn't also in conjunction with Yuki's sole personality being Mother and Marie's sole personality being Bitch Wife Only Marrying Me For My Status.

idk maybe I'll feel better about it as time passes but at a certain point it was like my god are we really still doing this.

anyways what else. the DLC! I enjoyed the DLC overall. I really liked Guernica and Luca's whole thing. I think it was mostly held back by the fact that neither Akechi or Sumire were their normal selves and you couldn't fully allude to their Problems. Akechi kind of did nothing even if bullying him was fun. Sumire got a few good moments. I found it especially weird that Akechi didn't pick up on anything being up with "Kasumi", especially when at one point Luca literally calls her "Kasumi" in front of everyone, and especially when he should have picked up on something being weird when Sumire was talking about her sister since to the best of my knowledge japanese doesn't have an age-neutral "sister" word so she would have been saying "younger sister" when she meant "older sister". but I'd be interested in checking the original out to see if they got away with it some other way.

(I do find Akechi's one weird "let me guess, you're a god" comment extremely funny though. Is it meant to imply he's dealt with gods before this because I don't think he should have. I think Akechi got too much knowledge of how persona games work for a second.)

I really think Akechi could've been an interesting addition to the main game considering the plot is centered around the guy who is rumored to be becoming prime minister after Shido, but I figured out pretty quick that they couldn't put him in here because he would just have too much knowledge about the current political state and would be able to deduce at least most of the second arc very quickly. at least half this game apparently operates on idiot plot or in one memorable case "yeah I thought something was off but apparently decided not to say anything about it until now". so back to purgatory with you, akechi.

oh one last thing. in the main story. why the fuck were the phantom thieves there?? I get how the whole thing got constructed for toshiro but there was no reason for the thieves to get called into this, because the god wouldn't want them there and (unlike the dlc) toshiro wouldn't have called for them, unless maybe it was subconscious, but they really don't even attempt at giving a half-assed explanation so I am still completely lost on that.

anyways overall like I said I had fun but a lot of this felt sloppy. sometimes I feel bad about my writing skills but then I remember how incredibly unsubtle persona is and feel better about myself. I really wish erina could have driven the plot on her own right and not just for toshiro's sake. that's kind of the part I feel bitterest about at this point.

#ramblings #this is my first time playing a story-based game more or less blind on release #so maybe I got too in my head about it #overall: had lots of fun but also had a loooot of personal gripes about the writing

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humansun · 2 years ago

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i keep thinking i can go into coffee shops not buying anything - am i a freeloader? i'll answer that: probably. (conscious AND subconscious) sigh anyway updates below:

Written January 10th, 2023 at 4:31PM

I don’t know why I come into cafes occasionally thinking that I could sit and just get comfortable when there are literally people running a business. Buy a damn drink, Boots.

Guava juices are my shit though. I guess because that’s not really an option in the US unless you’re at a super legit juice stand.

What am I thinking right now? I’m thinking I haven’t been doing the most amazing job at documenting my time in Vietnam. The only things I’ve been doing are taking pictures, occasionally writing in my journal, and occasionally writing on this blog. When I write on this blog, I don’t really cover much apart from my realizations in a little more depth. Everything tangible like places I visit or activities I do are not talked about in depth, and it turns this whole blog into a little memoir about my life and thoughts versus a true catch up of what I’m going through.

I think the thought of me being a human being is a very comforting and grounding thought that not only helps me feel better, but it helps me understand others more as well. Take this for an example: if a person makes a mistake or is acting out due to what’s going on inside, they are human. There should always be that thought, paired with accountability. So that’s a thought I am having, probably because I’m doing all these random creative activities that are challenging me.

Trying out five dance classes with different genres

Tufting a rug with a heavy ass gun (pray for my wrists)

Putting together a mosaic art piece

Making my own signature, self-titled perfume

Creating a ceramic mug with a big chunk of clay

In addition to these awesome activities that have been keeping me busy and interacting with creative folks, I have been battling the sense of fear that I experience each night while I am in Saigon. I’m scared of mainly home intruders and also demons and the supernatural in the shower, the mirror, a bedroom door crack, and the worst one of all: the sink faucet reflection. Growing up, this reflection in this very niche location was always the most terrifying aspect of washing my hands or dishes or brushing my teeth. You glance at the damn thing and suddenly everything around you is morphed into a bizarre shape, making everything look like a demon standing behind you.

Why do I do this to myself? I don’t. It just happens. “It’s how my brain is wired”, quoting Angie right now. If I could wish it away I would. This is why a smaller home space where everything can be seen is much more manageable for me. Even a one bedroom apartment has me tossing and turning!

No giant realizations are top of mind right now! I’ve been reading the Alchemist since January 1st and since I finished The Fortunes of Jaded Women, so that’s been fun going through literature while I’m in Vietnam. Shopping has been fun for me lately - I got this cool cap that says resilient and strong! I have a bad addiction to bookstores and buying books I know I shouldn’t buy. Tomorrow, I’ll be flying away to hang out in NorVietnam with my pal and her family. I just want to capture this exact moment.

AC is a holy grail in a country as hot and humid like Vietnam. Without it, I can still survive, but I might lose energy quicker. I’m sitting in the cafe attached to the dance studio I’ve been coming to for five days straight now. I’ve participated in Jazz, Jazz Funk, Girl’s Style, and SLGRO. I have no idea what the last one stands for since it looks like an acronym, but the style is very much like hip hop.

At the cafe, I usually order a tea (unsweetened) or a fruit juice, since coffee is too much for my evening arrivals. The past four days, I brought The Alchemist with me, wanting to know the story after hearing about it in Big Sean’s Instagram post about his recommended books a few years ago. I’m a little past the middle of the book, which is exciting since it usually takes me a month or two to read a book depending on how it’s written.

When I get here, I always pick the bright yellow couch that is a bit sturdy. It has a nice little nook where I could cuddle up with the book and be unbothered. Today, I chose the black couch with a laptop table since I’m cracking down on planning the next few weeks. My life is changing as I live it each day and I must keep up by being aware of what’s happening in the present and in the near future.

Here, I notice the other five laptops scattered throughout the black and white tables, some open and some closed. There are always a few folks seemingly working from home out of the cafe. Canva, Instagram, and Facebook messenger are open on their screens, managing and handling their own busy lives and futures.

I love being surrounded by this energy. The “I come here everyday with my laptop” energy. It’s people around my age who are excited for what their 20’s and 30’s will continue to offer them. There is freedom in being in this space and doing my own thing without anyone intruding or requesting more of my time that I constantly feel I don’t have.

It’s a different city filled with energy that is unlike Los Angeles. Here, we wake up with the sun and eat an hour later with our friends and family. We start our day being productive and getting as much done as possible - selling our dry goods, studying for our tests, preparing for the next stages of our lives. In the early to mid afternoon, we treat ourselves to a sleeping break. A power nap! Once rejuvenated, we continue our business as usual, until we get to 7 or 8pm (unless you own an ‘Open Late’ business). We wind down and some of us binge Single’s Inferno on Netflix. Some of us. Then we sleep, and do it all over again tomorrow.

There is freedom in it. You make your own schedule and plan your own time! There is freedom in my time and I make my own schedule indeed. There is so much to do still, but I’m happy being here and I am grateful for the past few weeks being this fun. My time in Vietnam is not forever, but while I am here I am enjoying every moment of it.

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Hello!! So I've recently fallen into sagau, specially the cult plot, and I love it!! Are there any writers you can recommend? I love your fics so so much!!

OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME! (thank you btw ily <3/p)

@nicebonescomrade (the god of sagau, one of my massive inspirations, dragged me into the sagau hellhole and casually writes god tier works)

@lovesickeros (brainrots over the tsaritsa 24/7, has written an Ei fic for me before, i love him/p he has the exact same taste in women as i do)

@willowedwisteria (the master of fluff, if you want your teeth to rot from a sweet fic you should go to her, she's written for A LOT of characters, might write an angst fic out of nowhere and destroy you from the inside out but that's the price you have to pay)

@yxuesity (a sweetheart <3/p ngl i just realized i knew him from his main acc 💀 anyways- his fics have made my jaw drop and i've more than likely screeched about him either online or silently bc holy shit does he have some DELICIOUS ideas for the cult au)

@azempyrea (another sweetheart <3/p they've written a lot of consort aus and they make me froth at the mouth :) they do my ladies justice and i will forever love them for that)

@i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry (my other biggest inspiration, also dragged me into the sagau hellhole. All of their works hold a special place in my heart and i think about them all the time bc holy shit their works just <3 they itch that spot in my brain)

@ranalatus (i am cripplingly addicted to their imposter series, it is a problem :) they also have a few other fics, -sagau and otherwise- that are jUST they're amazing <33)

@myuni-moon (her works are like comfort food to me. They're damn near nostalgic of when I was only a lurker of the sagau tag and her stuff would come up. She writes the reader more as someone who takes up their role of god in stride, her and her works have a very powerful aura about them so i'd definitely recommend reading them!)

@sagau-villainau (their blog aesthetic is the best thing ever <333 They write about the Tsaritsa/the fatui au and its so scrumptious I love it so very much <333)

@karmawonders (Their works are so chill and comforting idk I love reading their works and having my brain rot it's so fun <3)

@nyan-tries-to-write (her brainrots are so <33 she also has a series Without a Fight that is VERY interesting! I can tell she loves it a bunch would recommend 10/10 very fun)

anyways im gonna shut up now i love all of these people very much and very sorry if the mention bothered any of you. Please go and check them out so we can be obsessed with their works together!

#choco.asks

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anntidote · 4 years ago

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: ♡ love tap - mattsukawa issei

— “i want all of you, and i mean all of you...” ♡

pairing: mattsukawa issei x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff if ya squint, lit rally what’s plot?, SIZE KINK, descriptions of fat cock, belly bulging, ahegao face, brain rot (dumbification), squirting, unprotected sex (wrap b4 ya tap), penetration, smidge of aftercare— did i mention issei’s horse cock yet?

summary: according to google, a ‘love tap’ is a sign of affection shown by a simple smack or hit. but in your case, mattsun uses something else... and it’s quite big...

the first time you saw mattsun’s cock, something in you short circuited.

he’s just so pretty. a slight curve to the right and vein on the underside. his tip flushed the same rose of his cheeks, as it whimpers in precum that makes you salivate. but this is besides the fact of his sheer size.

this man his huge. girth needing two of your hands to barely wrap around the base of him, and you’d extend your jaw as much as you could. weighing heavy on your tongue when you gave him a blowjob- only a couple inches in and you’re gagging.

you simply feel so bad.

mattsun had probably gone through women who couldn’t take it. if you’d ask- he’d recount stories of how they were afraid he’d genuinely break them in half, how a girl dislocated her jaw, and so on.

and although there’s nothing wrong with saying no— holy shit, he must have had blue balls for so long.

and that’s most likely why mattsun is whimpering, even when he’s above you. barely keeping himself together as you pant, reaching up to stroke his cheek affectionately.

his arms at either side of your head and barely holding himself up. he lines his tip up at your entrance, breath hitching at how your small hole sputters at the contact. still sensitive from the other orgasms he’d diligently prepped you with. but even so...

“are you sure about this?” he hesitates, eyes boring into yours, trying to find any hint of doubt. “you don’t have to do this for me.”

you resist to roll your eyes, thumb stroking against his cheekbone. your response, hot against his skin when you look at him with a coy look.

“i want all of you, baby.” and you feel his eyes widen when you push your hips against his, the mere tip stretching your walls and having your mouth drop slightly open. your initial even tone, now a bit airy.

“and i mean- all of you.”

to mattsun, that statement meant two things.

the first one is reassurance. and it warms his heart on how willing you are to love him, and i mean, all of him. it’s kind of traumatizing to have women reject you so many times because of your size- yet here you are. so pliant and wanting him, and the entirety of him.

the second one is... well- “ah fuck-!”

your moan sends a shiver down mattsun’s spine as he’s slowly sinking into your heat. cock so thick that your mind fuzzes up like an old VHS tape, and he groans in tandem with you. your body curling forward at the delicious burn- his cock nothing like you’d ever taken before.

he moves his hands to rub against the side of your thighs reassuringly. “y-your cunt is so tight, baby... ah shit- i might break ya...”

your pupils are cloudy when you say words that make mattsun’s stomach churn.

“please...”

mattsun should be laughing, ‘cause fuck— you want him to break you?

you’d already made a dark puddle against the sheets- your arousal is undeniable and sending mattsun for a loop. he takes his hand and reaches down, rubbing along your pussy to find the button that makes your vision speckle. and your legs unconsciously spread wider, a moan falls from your lips.

and it’s when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, is when your breath is knocked right out of you. your cunt, speared open by the sheer girth of mattsun’s cock. and you blink at the blurry vision you have, your vocal cords null, as you try to suck in a breath but absolutely failing- as it feels like you’ve been split in two. his cock, simply too much for your small body.

“fuck, baby.” he hissed from above you- the feeling of your velvety walls enveloping the entirety of him feeling so... so... good.

all you can think about is how heavy his balls feel against the skin of your ass, but it’s hard to put together any thoughts when your guys are being rearranged. your lungs never having a mere second to expand.

and mattsun wishes you could see how you look right now.

drool running down your chin when his cock drags out slowly, your cunt clenching when you take in a greedy breath. tears beginning to stream, and your brain processes with one thought, and one thought only.

mattsun’s cock is fucking huge.

and when you squeeze around the tip of him, he’s already pushing back in. your whimpers are delicious against his ears when he rolls his hips against yours, even when your hands find a purchase on his shoulders.

“sh-should’ve fucked this cunt sooner if i-“ he breathes, his fingers gripping against the meat of your waist. and you’re crying as he sets his pace, thrusting, and your vision going hazy- almost as if you were a virgin again.

“you’re...so... big- agh!!” your throb around him, sucking him in greedily- but you simply can’t help it. the feeling impossibly good, thrumming through your veins.

you wanna get fucked full.

“uhh... aah...” you could barely keep your eyes open at the sheer speed and force of his thrusts. balls slapping against your ass and pleasure clouding your rationality.

“cunt so tight, ya can’t let me g-go...” he grunts out, thrusting a tad faster, gripping your hips and sure to bruise.

the moan that escapes you is pornographic and embarrassing— something mattsun would love to tattoo into his ears. especially when you’re whimpering incoherent phrases, cheeks wet with tears, and eyes half lidded— simply because you’re being speared by his cock.

and a curse escapes him, finally noticing the obscene squelch that rings louder and louder, with every brush of his cock against you. “ ‘m gonna fill ya up, doll. fill ya up nice and good.”

he can’t fool you with how clenched his jaw is, and the tightness in his gut that threatens to pour over. the stutter in his hips and how your toes curl. the intensity of the ordeal building higher and higher. and when you deliberate clench around his shaft, feeling every ridge of him- it’s almost painful.

yet it only takes his name to stumble from your lips to let the dam, overflow.

“issei, please—!!”

“fuck fuck fuck!” mattsun groans, settling on longer strokes and burying himself inside of you. filling you with utter warmth that poops against your inner walls in milky ropes. “ah shit-“ only for him to fuck his seed into you, and the tantalizing spasm of your walls against his sensitive length sends him for a frenzy.

“issei-!” your chest tightens, almost as if you can’t breathe. your back arches, a familiar pressure beginning to push a limit, and your alarms beginning to go off. “issei- issei-“ you try to say, but your pussy just grows tighter and tighter. your body thrumming, and burning up in utter heat, when you gurgle his name.

“c’mon, babe. a-almost there.” he punctuates with a specific thrust that makes you cry out.

you’re already sobbing at this point. moans are broken and everything is incoherent nonsense- but that’s what mattsun wants. and what he wants—

you’d gladly serve.

“issei—!”

and it’s too much, when the pressure snaps. the intense burn as your squirt, cumming all over the length of his shaft and hips. and it keeps coming with every thrust. you feel your juices trickling down your thighs, and hear your boyfriend curse under his breath. specifically when he reaches down to the slight bump in your stomach, pressing slightly, and feeling the tip of his cock adjust.

and your cum sloshes inside of you, mixing with his, and it chases mattsun’s cock when he pulls out. crippling past your lower lips and onto the cotton sheets below.

you’re a wreck.

cunt utterly abused and lips swollen. lashes wet, and cum slowly trickling between your thighs. bruised, tongue lolling out- only able to nod when mattsun strokes your cheek, asking if you wanted a bath.

but not before he takes his softening cock, and giving a light slap to your sputtering cunt. you jolt, sending him a death glare.

“ ‘‘twas just a love tap, baby.” he responds with that stupid, know-it-all smirk, before you hear his feet patter against the bathroom tiles, and a flick of the faucet.

the second thing, that “all of you” told him is simple.

that he loves you. tapping or not.

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