#Those guys are more on time than our trains

[benz12313]

Delirium - Ridoc x Reader 🌶️

{Images are not my own}

Summary: You and Ridoc have been dancing around each other for months, just on the cusp of becoming something more. All it takes is a rough week and a bit of liquor to have you become putty in his hands, and he's been dying for the chance to carry you to his bed. Too bad you guys don't quiiite make it there, at least this time... ;) [Takes place during Iron Flame]

Warnings: ‼️(MDNI) 18+ explicit content‼️, smut, thigh riding, hinting at feelings, swearing, fem!reader, drunkenness/alcohol use

Part 2/3 - Part 3/3

Authors Note: I am absolutely living for goofy, sexy Ridoc in this fic. Is this totally a self-serving fic? Absolutely. Do I still hope you enjoy it? Also absolutely. This is my first attempt at smut so bare with me, I'm easing into it. Also I got a little carried away, and will have to break this into three parts...sssooorrry.

Word Count: 2,093

Alcohol coarsed in my veins, the music in the bar was blaring, and my friend’s bodies pressed in on me. Rhiannon and Tara danced in front of me, bumping into me occasionally, yet obviously lost in each other. Sawyer was close too, nursing a beer and dancing with his eyes closed, probably imagining Jesinia by his side. And then Ridoc… Ridoc was behind me, one hand resting seemingly innocently on my waist, setting my entire body aflame. 

Maybe it was the pressure of looming change. Maybe it was the grueling week of classes. Maybe it was the math test I’d failed. Maybe it was the sore muscles from Fayla pushing me during flight maneuvers. All I knew was that when I’d entered the bar that night, my mission was to release every ounce of tension in my body, get absolutely tanked, find someone to warm my bed, and absolutely lose myself to the night. 

And who had been so achingly close to me all night? Who’d been shooting flirty winks and sultry smiles the moment our friends would glance away? Who’s hands had been roaming my thighs under the table as I’d been forced to sit on his lap so all our friends could fit into the booth and socialize? Hands that had pulled and massaged and pinched; but never moving to where I so desperately wanted him to? Always so close to crossing that line, but never quite taking the plunge.  

Ridoc fucking Gamlyn. That’s who. 

The man I’d been dancing around for weeks, toeing dangerously between friends and bedmates. Countless study sessions where he’d huddle a little too closely while leaning over my shoulder. Mouth dangerously close to my neck as he’d stare at my notes, feigning idiocy when we both knew he was much smarter than he let on. Or on the mat, when I’d get him pinned, dagger pressed to his throat, my own aching for air but so deliciously proud of myself as his eyes would be glued to my rapidly rising and falling chest, letting out a garbled “I yield.” as I’d feel him stiffen below me. 

My personal favorite was just a few days ago, when I’d run into him after he’d just finished showering after a long training session with the rest of the squad.

His curls sticking to his forehead, still dripping, the beads of water trailing down his chest. I shamelessly watched them go down his sculpted abs, silently reminding myself to thank Dane for all the extra training sessions he’d been ordering lately, because it was obviously doing wonders for Ridoc. I’d been just about to drop to my knees and lick them off myself, and then maybe, maybe get a peak at what he was hiding under those gray sweats, when Sawyer had come around the corner, calling after Ridoc to wait up. He hadn’t even seen me, but my eyes flashed to Ridoc’s, and he’d given me a sultry smile, exactly like the ones he’d shoot his conquests before dragging them into his room. “Looks like we’ll have to wait some other time Princess.” He’d muttered just loud enough for me to hear before Sawyer saw me, and I innocently waved them off, heading to the showers like I’d originally planned. It didn’t matter how deftly my fingers worked beneath the steaming water, the orgasm that followed fell flat, my body coiled and aching for Ridoc. 

Gods, Ridoc had taken up way too many of my frustrated fantasies lately. Much more than any friend should. 

“Hey Princess, want more shots?” His voice was rough and low, breath fanning on my ear, his hand flexing on my waist, the pressure of his giant hand so deliciously grounding amongst the crowd and music. 

“Fuck yes!” I called back, turning in his arms and playfully pushing his chest back, towards where the bar awaited us. 

He grinned widely down at me, before removing his hand from my waist, using it to grab the hand that still rested on his chest, threading our fingers together as he shot me a wink. He turned without warning, making a path through the crowd, which I eagerly followed him through. In moments or minutes, I was too drunk to tell, we’d made it to the crowded bar and Ridoc pulled me closer to him, my hands now braced to his chest as he pushed forward, trapping me between him and the bar. 

“Same as before Y/L/N?” He shot the question down to me, eyes following the bartender as he took the orders from those around us. 

I reached onto my tiptoes, the corner of my mouth brushing his jaw, mostly unintentionally as I lightly swayed. “Yes please.” I said sweetly and he gulped, my eyes flashing to his adams apple as it bobbed, suddenly stopping myself from running my tongue across his entire damn throat. 

His hands tightened on my waist, jerking me closer to him, “If you don’t stop looking at me like that Y/N,” His voice a downright growl, making me instantly soaked, “We won’t make it to my room tonight.”

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Across the bar Sawyer, Violet, Rhiannon, Tara, and the first years all stared at Ridoc and you, practically eye-fucking each other as you downed another two shots. The two of you had had way too many to count already, the both of you clinging to each other, not only because you couldn’t seem to stop touching each other as the night trailed on, but because the two of you needed the other’s support to stand straight. 

“Should we…be stopping this?” Rhiannon asked the others as you giggled at something Ridoc had whispered in your ear, head flopping onto his shoulder, delight covering your face. 

“And put an end to their months of pining after each other? No way.” Violet grumbled. 

“Seriously.” Sawyer agreed, “If I have to hear about one more boner that Y/N has given Ridoc I’m going to have to chop off my own ears.” 

“Just let them get it out of their system,” Tara says, giving Rhiannon a quick peck on the lips. “Either they’ll be back to normal in the morning, or they’ll finally do something about their feelings. Either way, no need to butt in where we don’t belong.”

“I suppose,” The squad leader relented, but when she’d looked up to check on the two of you, you’d both disappeared from the bar. “How’d they move that fast?!”

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“Ridoc..” My voice was nothing more than a breathy sigh as his eyes raked over me, his arms rested on either side of my head on the cold, hard wall of the back of the tavern. He groaned, hands balling into fists as he pressed his thigh between my legs, giving me delicious pressure that had me whimpering and sliding my hands under his loose black tee. Just utterly aching for my skin to touch his. He was burning to the touch, and the moment my fingertips touched his abs he groaned, head sinking to rest on my neck and his hands gripping my waist, roughly pulling me forward to grind my clothed core on his thigh some more. 

“Y/N,” he moaned out, tongue lazily tasting my collarbone, before his breaths shakily fanned across my neck. “Fuck, Princess, why do you smell so fucking good. Makes it impossible to-” I moaned loudly as I threw my head back, the constant pressure from his thigh making pleasure coil tighter and tighter in my tummy, and he let out the most tortured fucking groan. “Fuck that, why do those pretty little moans of yours have to drive me so fucking insane?”

“R-ridoc-“ I gasped out barely able to think (let alone speak) beyond the pleasure his thigh alone was giving me. It was too much yet not enough all at once, and he hadn’t even kissed me yet. Gods was I too fucking out of it to even tell him what I wanted? What I needed from him?

“Hmm?” He hummed at me, pulling back and eyes scanning my face before he grinned, teasing and lighthearted, as one hand moved to my head, threading into my loose hair. And then he was fisting it, pulling my head back to expose my throat as his eyes scanned my whimpering form, not needing his hands anymore as I desperately chased my high on his thigh. “Gods, I wish you could see yourself Y/N, looking so desperate and needy for me. Riding my thigh like you fucking own it.” I whined as he adjusted his leg, unintentionally bouncing me on it, and a wanton moan erupting out of me at the jolt of pleasure. He grinned maniacally. 

“Ohhhh,” he was teasing now as his mouth dropped to my throat, licking from collarbone to chin, groaning before pulling back and meeting my gaze with an intensity that nearly had me cumming then and there. “Is that what you wanted Baby? You wanted me to bounce your pretty little cunt on my thigh? Let the first time you cum for me be behind a fucking tavern, fully fucking clothed? Can’t even wait till we get back to Basgaith?”

“P-p-please.” I whispered, pleaded really, and his eyebrows raised, absolute delight covering his face as he froze for a moment before starting to slowly bounce his knee. 

“Well fuck Y/N, how the hell am I supposed to deny you when you ask so prettily?” Pleasure coursed through me, as I removed my hands from where they’d been desperately holding onto his torso. I threaded them into his soft locks, pulling him forward, or trying to as he was currently devouring my neck and collarbone, biting and sucking and surely leaving marks to remind us of everything we had done in the morning. As if I could ever forget any second of this. It didn’t matter how many drinks I had had, Ridoc had brought me past being drunk. He’d sent me into absolute delirium, where all that mattered were me, him, and my fast approaching orgasm. 

“Ridocccc” I whined, the coil in my stomach threatening to burst, “I want-“ I panted and he groaned. “Fuck! Will you fucking kiss me already?!” I finally burst out and he laughed, hollow and short, nipping across my jaw playfully. 

“Sure thing beautiful,” He tilted his head, and smashed his mouth to my own as sparks danced in my vision and that coil finally snapped, white light and stars blocking my sight as I let him absolutely consume me. I was shaking, and whining, with my fingers digging into his scalp as our tongues danced skillfully with each other and I pressed my entire body as close to his as I could get. Like we’d been here a thousand times and we were just settling in, coming home after being apart for millennium. 

As I came down from my high my movements slowed, drinking in the moment, as his hand left my hair, and slid gently back down to my waist. He gently set me down back on flat ground, everything spinning now that he wasn’t holding me steady. 

Our kisses slowed too, until he was just lightly pecking me, not really wanting to leave my mouth, not now that he had finally gotten to claim it for himself. He sighed, resting his forehead on mine, dorky grin spreading across his face and eyes shining with unfiltered male pride. “Ya know, I always knew you were secretly depraved, but I never imagined you’d be this fucking needy for me. What wouldn’t you let me do to you, sweet Y/N?”

“Hmm?” I teased, lightly tapping my chin, his eyes following every movement. “How about you get me to your room, and I show you, every, single, thing, I will let you do to me?”

“Fuck, alright.” He chuckles, “Gods, you’re perfect for me you know?” The confession was raw, and I could see the sentiment in his eyes, but my drunken self wasn’t ready to confront that right now, not when my need was beginning to cloud my reasoning again and liquor burned through my veins. 

“Get me back to your room Gamlyn, before we won’t be able to make it back without enlisting help. That’d be embarrassing.” I joked and he laughed, boisterous and loud and so perfectly him that it made my heart ache. 

“Yeah it would, Sawyer would really be sick of me then.” He laughed, stepping back and grabbing my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Lets go Princess, to my room we fly!”

[laurelwen]

Sorry, it's me again. There's this thing that has been...whispering in the back of mind since I read this post for the first time. Nigel wrote: "... I removed a rat's heart and pretended to be disgusted" Why on earth would he feel the necessity to PRETEND to be disgusted in front of Alex?

I've taken a minute to answer this because it's a very good question but difficult and complicated to answer within the context of the film. For those who aren't sure what you're referring to, please see this post transcribing Nigel's notes.

The short answer is: I don't think the people making the props were entirely consistent with the character as scripted. I think most likely they were given some general directives (such as "make sure it highlights the words "egocentric megalomaniac with delusions of grandeur") Outside those few directives, they just sort of let their poetic license run free, injecting their own ideas of a what a "fucked up weird guy who dissects animals" would say into the text, and creating a different version of Nigel than the movie presents us with. The worst example of that is the newspaper article in Alex's book--which doesn't make ANY sense in the context of the film. No one really expected crazy fans to obsessively pause the movie and use photo enhancing techniques frame by frame to determine what was written in his journals or the text of the article, so I think there was a lot of leeway and perhaps some laziness when it came to the props.

It's hard for me to come up with an IN character justification for Nigel to have written that, because it doesn't gel with my observations of him as presented in the film. The journal entry itself is written before he is kidnapped by Alex and the dynamic of their relationship shifts. This IS the entry that made Alex angry enough to kidnap him and teach him a lesson in the first place. This is the Nigel who barely responds to Alex's confrontational anger over the dissection in the dorm room, the Nigel who seems to be completely unmoved by or even very aware of how his actions might impact others. He doesn't care enough to even consider what effect he has on others, and even if/when he is aware, I sincerely doubt he'd bother to *pretend* anything. Nigel doesn't seem interested in pretending to be anything other than what he is, a defining trait that causes him a lot of problems.

Later in the movie, Nigel does shift a bit into a more puckish role. He fucks with Alex in a variety of ways, very noticeably in the train scene when they're going to visit his secret room. He's playful, mischievously antagonistic, poking and prodding Alex and seeming to enjoy his discomfort. This demeanor is more in line with the kind of guy who might write about deliberately messing with his roommate's head. But I still don't know why he would feign disgust in the middle of the dissection given that he's been dissecting animals regularly and Alex would have no reason to think he's grossed out by it.

I suppose if we apply that puckish attitude backward and say that Nigel was already trying to mess with Alex even before the kidnapping, we could sort of squint our eyes and imagine him being very over the top Fake Disgusted as he waves the heart around in Alex's direction. I still don't find that very likely, but it's the best I've got.

If you wanted to, you could use this as part of a theory that Nigel was the real instigator all along and had been intending/planning to manipulate Alex from the moment he was transferred to the school and forced to share a room. In such a reading of the film, all of his behavior could be seen as pretense in some way, including his initial lack of reaction to Alex--calculated to rile Alex up, put him off balance, etc.

I don't personally buy in to that interpretation, just as I don't buy into Alex being the sole instigator. I think either reading ascribes far too much power and control to these teenagers, however intelligent and manipulative they may be. But if you want to go that route, here's a supporting piece to add to your puzzle.

Thanks for the ask and I hope this rambling mess makes at least some sense!

EDIT: please read my reblog of this post. @silhioutte pointed out the very obvious mis-read of this line.

[Like Minds Masterpost - Main]

[actual-haise]

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[widevibratobitch]

nothing sad but i need to bitch and im tired and need to frow up

[strawbuddy-luv]

Trans Tim off handedly mentioning random things that just confuse people more and more because he never told them he was trans (only Bruce and Alfred know)

Tim: "For the mission I'm thinking I'll go undercover, but it'll take some work to hide the bruises I got earlier. They're everywhere"

Dick: "Oh I think Steph is free right now!"

Tim: "...Ok?"

Dick: "Don't worry I'm sure she'll help you out with this! "

Tim: "That's awesome but I don't think I'll need help. I know how to use makeup."

Dick: "Really-? Ohhh, yeah your public image is like, way more public than ours. That must be tiring, having to hide the bruises all the time."

Tim: "Well yeah but I knew how to use makeup before that. For like, galas as a kid and stuff"

Dick: "...yeah..."

-----

Steph: -Complaining about a man- "And then he said "Oh you should smile more" like "you look like you don't want to be here" like what- what the fuck-??? Maybe I fucking don't dude."

Tim: "Oh yeah I hate when they do that. Like you've spent the entire time bitching about the consistency of snails, I can close my mouth for a few seconds."

Steph: "..."

Tim: "...What-?"

Steph: "Well- I mean yeah but- you know I have to deal with it like...way more, and it's just a bit weird that like, you as a guy are, I dunno, trying to relate? I mean you don't have to deal with it litreally everyday"

Tim: "Well yeah not anymore, but, you know...I still did."

Steph: :...What-"

-----

Tim: -Resting against one of the rooftop ledges-

Jason: "Woah, I can't believe it, Red Robin, slacking. What would Bruce do if he saw this!"

Tim: "Fuck off, it's just period cramps." -Jumps off the edge of the building-

Jason: "Yeah whatever Timblina...

Your fucking what-"

-----

Bruce: "And for this mission, we'll be needing someone for the Caroline disguise, but we already know who that is so-"

Dick: "Wait does Steph actually know how to fight in heels-??"

Bruce: "...N-"

Steph: "Yeah Bruce, I mean, you could at least actually ask me before volunteering me to go fight crime in that dress."

Bruce: "You-"

Jason: "I mean no offense, but literally who else would do it? Cass isn't here right now and I don't think any of us are willing to get a boob job for the mission"

Bruce: "No one's getting a boob job-"

Steph: "Yeah! This is bat tech, Bruce probably has ultra realistic titties in everyone's color and size! Jason you wouldn't even need an attachment."

Jason: "I don't think Caroline Hills has fifty gun shot wounds and muscles the size of most those guys heads."

Steph: "Yeah bu-"

Bruce: "None of that will be necessary because none of you" -Pointing at the right side of the table- "Will be going. No one at this table will be needing any prosthetics...Or boob jobs."

Steph: "...Ok but who the fuck is going then-"

Bruce: "Tim."

The entire table: "..."

Steph: "Tim are you really willing to put on boobs for this-"

Dick: "I don't think that's the best idea-"

Jason: "You just said no prosthetics- Oh this'll be fucking rich"

Tim: "...

I...wouldn't need a boob job?? Or prosthetics?"

Jason: "Timbo, that dress is a pretty low cut, and, no offense, your training hasn't given you that many enhancements."

Tim: "...Thank you for the binding compliment?"

Dick: "The what-"

Tim: "Guys I- I already have boobs-"

The Table: "..."

Steph: "WHAT-"

Dick: "You do-?!"

Jason: "Bruce if you made Tim get boobs for some weird mission-"

Tim: "What- No! No one made me get boobs??? Besides, I don't know, biology I guess??? Genetics maybe???"

Dick: "...I'm extremely confused"

Steph: "WHO GAVE YOU BOOBS-???"

Tim: "I'm not really sure seeing as I was born with them"

Dick: "...

OHHHHHH-"

Steph: "What- is this like a birth defect or something???"

Dick: "Tim- Tim I think you're just gonna have to-"

Tim: "I'm trans."

Jason: "...That's-

Yeah

Ok yeah no that- that explains...a lot."

Steph: "..." -Head in hands- "I am such a fucking idiot"

[somnoir]

Gotham's newest Crime Lord - part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Wraith wrecked havoc like no other.

He was loved and hated by the masses. Defended by Gotham regardless of what they felt of him. A figure in the underworld that hunted down those who moved to harm one of their kin and executed anyone who laid their hands in the weak—children.

The first explosion had been explained by the scattering papers and the anonymous posts of an organization who went after children with malicious intent. Blatant evidence that had people rallying to the GCPD to demand for justice. It was glorious and horrific—especially once they found out that it was Wraith who tossed the Joker into the harbor.

The Bats, by all means, attempt to find him. Figure him out, at least. But the man was a mystery. It was worse considering the majority of Gotham were eagerly telling the Bats to fuck off whenever they tried to hunt down Wraith. The only thing they ever got out of him was that his second in command—Phantom—was the nicer one between them. If you wanted civil negotiations, try and look for Phantom instead.

As much as they wanted to go directly to Wraith, this was their best shot. Their only shot.

"Had any luck finding Phantom?" Dick's hand rested on Tim's shoulder, trying to support his clearly tired brother. Tim was a little to determined, kinda desperate to find this guy.

"Nothing. Their names are trigger words." Tim clicked his tongue, "It's fucking up the system. Remember Ghostmaker's ghostnet? Any attempts makes you want to shut off your systems because of how encrypted they could get."

"Searching up their names gave the Batcomputer a virus?!" Steph gawked, leaning over Tim and staring at the computer. They could all tell he was wary, trying not to type in certain words to keep the damn tech sage from that mania.

"Wraith and Phantom are either metas with technology altering powers..." Barbara hums, "Or they have someone else doing this. Imagine them having their own version of the calculator... But worse and more annoying."

"So our new crime lord has a hacker... That has given the Batcomputer a virus." Dick slowly said, "And is still operating without us finding out."

"Hood and Robin are out trying to find Phantom." Barbara points to the two dots hurriedly moving through crime alley. "Hopefully they find him."

"Any news on Wraith?"

"His latest stint involved tearing down one of Black Mask's operations. Several bodies were found in the harbor."

"Why the harbor?"

"It's his MO, I think. It's always the harbor where he dumps the bodies."

Tim frowns, "Like it's his trash can.... For bodies."

"Hasn't the harbor always been the body trash can of Gotham?" Steph sighs, before turning away to stare at Cass who was training in the simulators again.

Dick glared at her for the comment but once again looked back to the screen.

"Hopefully they find Phantom soon... before Wraith drops more bodies."

Phantom was the nicer of the two—claimes by many people who told them Wraith was a little on the quieter side. No one truly knew but he was quieter than a lot of them.

Crime Alley was Red Hood's territory, everyone knew that. But apparently, Wraith has been operating in the same area from time to time. Mainly to return kids to the alley (freshly claimed by that flaiming white symbol). But Wraith did so quietly. They checked in from time to time to see if the kids were alright.

To be specific...

Phantom came to visit to see if the children they had returned and claimed were safe. Often coming with resources that he mainly reserved for the kids.

"Found him." Jason muttered, voice distorted through the modulator as he narrowed his eyes at the young man dressed in monochrome colors. His binoculars zeroed on the young man with white (seriously??) boots and gloves. The rest of his outfit was black, with a jacket still in monochrome colors. Jason frowned at the hood that covered his head.

"Let's go, Hood. Nightwing and father wants—"

"Stay out of it, Robin." Hood instantly growled. Jason has never felt so territorial before but this guy was in his territory—doing good, keeping the kids safe, marking them so no one tried going after them. "Phantom is Wraith's lieutenant. We don't need to make an enemy of the nicer one and piss of the one who ordered the explosion."

"I can handle him!"

"You'll piss him off!"

Robin scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you won't? Phantom clearly is fond of children and I am a child—"

"With katanas. You're a murderous child. Wraith and Phantom claim children who are in danger. Not the danger." Jason scoffed, while Damian opted to look utterly smug at the statement.

"Stay here." Jason drops down from the building.

He, unfortunately, didn't account for Phantom pulling out a sword from nowhere and immediately pointing it at Jason. The kids behind the man were quick hide behind him, cowering in fear until the recognition sets in their eyes.

"Wait! That's the Red Hood!" A girl yells, standing between them. Stupid but very brave. "He's one of the good ones!"

Phantom, who wore a mask that covered half his face yet showed his eyes, immediately lowered his sword once the girl was between them.

Jason froze, unable to tear his gaze away from Lazarus eyes—no... That shade of green was much purer than the pits... Phantom narrowed his eyes at Jason, before turning back to the girl. "You go and take care of your little sister, yeah? If your mom forgets to feed you again, tell her I'll give her a visit."

The girl nods, but she whirled around and gave Jason the nastiest glare an 8-year-old could give. "You hurt mr. Phantom and I'll tell Wraith!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, frowning before she gives Phantom a quick hug and makes a run for it with the other kids.

Soon enough, they're left alone... Staring at one another.

"I was wondering when one of you Bats would finally find me." Phantom hums, sliding his hand over the hilt of his sword.

Jason warily watched it disappear from sight. Okay. Possible meta, definitely has powers. "You're a hard man to find, Phantom."

"Not for you, I guess. I come and go into your haunt to check in on the kids every week." Phantom laughs, tilting his head.

Jason could see snow white hair from under the hood, making him shudder as the deathly green eyes are brought back to his attention.

"Every week, huh?" Jason clicked his tongue. "I'll cut to the chase. Your boss's stint—" he swore that Phantom twitched "—pissed of the big Bat. He ain't happy tnag Wraith is bombing up buildings and killing people."

Phantom visibly rolled his eyes, "Too bad then. Wraith's pretty direct when it comes to this shit. Trafficking and pimping kids make him murderous but the fact that those bastards were killing them and selling their organs? He's damn genocidal at this point. Can't say I disagree with that."

Jason... Well... Jason can't argue with that. If he found out that some bastards were doing that to kids, he'd go ballistic too. But Bruce didn't agree with these methods and was rather reproachful about it. But Wraith wasn't going to back down. This wasn't a normal rogue that had felt fear of the Batman and his brood before. To be honest, Jason thinks he's pretty ballsy.

"I don't disagree with that shit either. But Batman ain't going to let him off the hook after that stunt." Jason warned, grunting as he spoke through the modulator. The pits were flaring up again. But not malicious, not murderous. It was curious as it warmed his chest and practically urged him to get closer to Phantom.

"Yes, well... Piece of advice—Wraith is willing to blow up an entire district if it meant keeping others safe. And besides, your rogues know not to mess with him. Not after the Joker." He didn't actually see Phantom's face but he's pretty sure that the bastard was grinning.

"So he really did it."

"If it makes you feel any better, the Joker might as well be cursing him from the afterlife. It was an accident." Phantom shrugged.

An accident, Jason breathed out. Holy fuck, that would have been humiliating for the Joker. His death. An accident. Unintentional and he still died, his body dumped into the harbor.

"Anyways, tell Batsy not to mess with the kids. I know he doesn't, but he let the Joker live, so..." Phantom gave him a thumbs up, "Make sure to not cross pass with Wraith or else you'll end up in the harbor."

Jason gawked, watching as Phantom slipped into the shadows and promptly disappeared. Meta. Definitely a meta.

"Hood, report." Batman's voice rang through the comms.

"Red Hood," he grunts, "Wraith sure as hell doesn't like you, old man. And Phantom might be the nice one but he might as well be as stabby as Robin."

"I agree with Hood. He has wonderful posture, father!" Robin spoke, sounding impressed and smug.

The little shit.

"Technus, stop bullying Oracle." Dan groaned once he caught the ghost tampering with the net... Again.

The crime lord turned towards Danny, who melted out of the shadows again. Technus was blabbering about pesky bats and birds before Dante clocked his younger brother's apprehension. He looked....annoyed and concerned.

"I talked to Red Hood."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Fun fact! He's a revenant!"

"THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE OTHER CRIME LORD IS A REVENAN?!"

"A very sexy looking one."

He was going to punch Danny. He was going to fucking punch Danny.

(Danny was not punched.)

"He said that Batman's pissy about you blowing up shit." Danny shrugged, shaking his head before floating over to the energy drinks and coffees by Dan's desk. "Good news though! I told him he'd end up in the harbor if he ever tried anything with us."

Dan gawked, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You want to make the bats our enemies?"

"No! I'm commiting to our crime family bit!"

"We're not a crime family!"

"Tell that to Ellie. She's already got herself a new suit and everything."

Dan threw his hands up in the air, groaning at the insanity that was his younger siblings. Dear ancients, he was praying that Jazz wouldn't find out about the shit they've done in Gotham. She'd give them the worst tongue lashing the world has ever experienced if she did. Thank God she was in Yale right now.

"Ooh! A crime family, you say?" Technus grinned, floating closer to Danny who lounged in Dan's chair. (Get the fuck away from my crime lord throne, Danny! The leather is expensive!)

"That is perfect! The others have decided to migrate here, did you know? It's been quite... Boring back in Amity." Technus snickered.

Fuck. No.

"I bet my trust from Vlad that Johnny, Kitty, and Ember are already on their way." Danny cackled, "That'd be nice. Elle's been itching to steal Johnny's bike again."

"Splendid! We shall wreck havoc upon Gotham and exact justice that the Bats cannot give the people!" And like a supervillain, Danny cackled as he stood on Dan's desk, laughing maniacally.

(Just outside, the Wraith's goons peaked into the room and saw the insanity that was the nice lieutenant's villainy.)

Meanwhile, in the distance, the laughter of Johnny 13 and Kitty rang through the streets of Gotham.

Part 3 | Masterpost

[oneoftheextras]

lockjaw | j.t

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paring: hybrid puppy!jayce talis x f!reader

request: after a recent breakup you find yourself adopting a hybrid to keep you company, but he's more feral than you can handle

series warnings: 18+, hybrid jayce (ears and tail), slight a/b/o traits (could argue alpha jayce), eventual smut, protective jayce, size difference

words: 2.7k

chapter warnings: a lot of exposition, but trust me

chapter notes: first time writing a hybrid, let me know how i did, this will be multi-chaptered

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

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When your friend had suggested you get a pet, this is not what you imagined. 

A cat or dog perhaps, even a fish would've made more sense, this whole thing started with you coming into the shelter asking for just that.

You’d asked about their cats or even their smaller dogs, but they’d all either been adopted or were reserved by potential owners.

“Have you considered a hybrid?” Those five words, and your inquisitive “A hybrid?” Is what landed you in this situation.

The lady excitedly lead you through a few different doors until you were in a room that overlooked a large spacious area.

“There’s so many of them,” you muttered to yourself, but it was clearly loud enough for her to hear you.

“Not many people want a hybrid, they prefer a traditional cat or dog,” her tone was melancholic, and a pang of guilt hit your chest. That was exactly what you’d done.

“Chances are the majority of these guys will spend their whole lives here,” she sighed sadly.

A high pitched yelp interrupted her train of thought as she perked up to see who the culprit was. It seemed to be a pink haired girl, her matching feline ears were pressed back against her head whilst another hybrid had their hand raised into a fist.

“Jinx no!” Your guide leaned over the small balcony to scold her. All the hybrid’s snapped their attention to where her voice was, but the blue-eared one slowly lowered her fist and skulked off to another corner; content that the conflict was over the rest of the room relaxed and continued what they were doing previously.

However, one pair of eyes remained on the balcony.

You couldn’t place it at first, but then you spotted him. His eyes were so piercing that you quickly avoided eye contact.

“Who’s the one on their own?” You asked quietly as if he could hear you. The vet leaned into you and the excitement was radiating off of her.

“That’s Jayce, our chocolate Labrador hybrid,” she paused for you to ask questions, but continued quickly anyway.

“He’s been with us for about 3 months, he was completely feral when we found him. He’d been abandoned by his previous owner when he was a puppy and was surviving on his own for so long,” her voice lost its usual joyful lint the more she spoke.

“When he arrived he was practically uncontrollable, we thought we’d have to separate him from the others entirely,” she paused as she realised her voice was getting louder, “But he bonded well with one of our felines, Viktor his name was, but he was adopted quite quickly-“.

The entire time she was talking your eyes kept darting back to who she was talking about.

He was sat in a chair with with his leg on his knee, away from everyone else, his annoyed gaze continuously on the balcony as if he knew he was being spoken about.

“-We encouraged them to adopt the two of them as a pair, but they didn’t want a canine, so he stayed with us. Unfortunately, some of his feral habits returned but he mostly keeps to himself now,” she finally finished her monologue.

You furrowed your eyebrows with empathy and glanced towards her, "He's lonely, like me," you commented and put your elbows on the railing to rest your chin on your palms, overlooking the space again.

His eyes were still on the two of you, you could feel it.

"Do you want to meet them?" the vet asked a little too swiftly.

The thought bounced around in your mind for a moment, contemplating if you should even entertain this idea; but as you looked around the room you felt your heart ache for them.

You sighed as a sign of conceding to the idea, "Yeah, why not?" you pushed yourself up off of the balcony and turned to the vet, waiting for her to start moving.

The smile on her face was one of relief and joy. It was clear that not many people were jumping at the opportunity to adopt a hybrid, let alone even entertain seeing them.

It didn't take long to get to the 'sanctuary' door - that's what she called the main communal area for them - she swiped her key card and the door beeped open.

For some reason your heartbeat increase slightly as you stepped over the threshold and into the room.

"Hello everyone!" she said in a slightly elevated voice, not loud enough to be shouting but loud enough for it to carry throughout the room. "We have guest today, she's very nice so don't worry," she warned them.

Although the atmosphere didn't feel hostile, it didn't feel welcoming either. The majority of them observed you from a distance.

There were so many questions you had, but you didn't know where to start.

"If we take a seat over here we can let them come to us," she lead you to a sofa in the middle of the room, but as you sat down she moved away to a cabinet to retrieve a big folder.

The time you were alone was minimal but a spike of anxiety went through you, some of the hybrids moved closer to observe you but never close enough to speak to any of them individually.

The vet returned and sat next to you on the sofa, placing the big folder onto the table, "We have all the information on the residents in here," she didn't open it but left it for you, if you felt inclined.

It didn't take long for the blue haired feline from before to bound over and sit next to the vet, "Hello sweetie," the vet said as the feline put her head on her shoulder and started playing with her hair.

"This is-" she started, but this time you interrupted, "Jinx?".

Both the vet and Jinx looked up at you when you spoke, "Yes! She's quite the troublemaker, especially with her sister Vi," she pointed at the pink-haired feline that was being bapped earlier.

"I see," you spoke slowly as you opened the folder to their joint page. 'Must be adopted together', it read in bold under their photos.

"As they're actually siblings, we can't have them separated, it wouldn't be healthy," she explained as she started to tighten one of Jinx's braids.

It reminded you of her story from before and you instinctively raised your head from the folder to where the Labrador hybrid was sitting before, he was still staring at you.

"What type of space are you working with?" you were thankful she was asking you questions, you felt completely out of your depth.

Your eyelids fluttered in surprise, he must be territorial, you thought.

"Just a one-bed apartment," you eventually answered. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the vet lean back to glace at Jayce and her lips curled into a smile again.

"Ah," the noise of disappointment, "That's not a lot of space for play, if you were to adopt it would need to be someone more relaxed,".

She leaned forward and started flipping through the folder, unclipping certain pages and laying them in front of you.

"Unfortunately, they're all a little rambunctious here, but these are who I'd recommend," she'd placed two folders on the table.

"Caitlyn', and 'Ekko", she said aloud even though their names were written down in front of you - Jinx stuck her tongue out and made a 'Bleh' noise when she said Caitlyn.

You spent some time reading their files, they seemed nice enough, two felines; but the whole time you were reading your mind kept drifting back to the one who's eyes you could feel in the side of your head.

"What about-" you started, pausing for a moment to reconsider if you actually wanted to suggest this, but before you could get the courage to complete the sentence the vet interjected with a surprised "Jayce?!".

You glanced up from the pages to ask her how she knew what you were going to say, when you realised there was a large figure basking you in his shadow.

Immediately, your heart started beating quickly again and a nervous rush went through you. "Oh, hello," your voice shook as you spoke.

Now that he was closer you could see that his eyes were a golden yellow, which complemented his chocolatey brown hair pretty well. His nose twitched as if he was also rethinking his approach, or he was catching your scent.

"Jayce, this is..." the vet started the introduction and waited for you to say your name out loud for him, which you did.

His eyebrow raised slightly as he seemed to look you over; from your shoes to the top of your head.

Before, it felt like you couldn't make eye contact with him, but now you were struggling to look away. There was a sadness in his eyes that you recognised all too well, he was lonely too.

Unsure of how to manage the situation, you stuck your hand out for him to shake. He studied your hand silently and without movement, you were starting to think you should put your hand down when he slowly took it.

His hands were large, much bigger than your own and very warm. Although he didn't move his hand, he held a gentle grip on yours and watched where they connected.

"Nice to meet you, Jayce," you tried to say as softly as possible and timidly shook his hand up and down. His brown ears twitched slightly at the mention of his name.

After a few long seconds he let go of your hand and with a quick exhale he walked away.

You blinked a few times and lowered your hand, "Did I do something wrong?" you asked the vet, she chuckled to herself "Not at all, I'm actually surprised he showed any interest at all, he normally never moves from his spot,".

"Oh," was all you could say.

After some time, the vet stood and gestured for you to do the same, leading you towards the exit, "We should leave them to it, we try not to overstimulate them with new people too often,".

Once you were out in the halls again, you asked "Why's his hair so long?". Whilst it wasn't an unmanageable length, it was certainly dishevelled and outgrown.

"He doesn't really let people near him, let alone people with scissors and a razor," she laughed, "Like I said, he still has some feral tendencies, nothing that we're concerned about but it does mean he's a bit scruffy sometimes." she explained.

You nodded slowly to show your understanding. Whilst you felt yourself being drawn towards Jayce, the more you heard about his behaviours the more you were thinking that you weren't cut out to have a hybrid.

"I don't think I’m capable of looking after someone like him," you confessed even though it physically hurt your chest to say.

The vet chuckled again, "When it comes to hybrids, they look after themselves. All you really need to do is feed them, give them a home and attention when they want it.".

She picked up the folder again and flipped through the files, "I know it might seem overwhelming, but we don't just let anyone adopt our hybrids, there's a vetting process to it," she said as she handed you another file.

"What about my apartment? It's only one bedroom, and he's quite..." you didn't know what word to settle on, "Large,".

She nodded at your concern, "Ordinarily, I'd say it was an issue, but for a canine like Jayce, he just needs companionship and intellectual stimulation.".

You took in her words, you were hoping she would agree and tell you that it wasn't possible, that it wasn't meant to be. Then you could let this go and move onto something less demanding.

"Take this home, have a read and see how you feel. If you're still interested we can set up another meeting," you took the file from her and held it close to your chest.

Over the next couple of days, that's exactly what you did.

You read the file over and over, it felt like every detail was engrained into your brain, along with those piercing yellow eyes that were so full of sadness.

He was like you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was your reflection.

"Hello?" you spoke into you phone, the voice on the other end greeted you and asked you to verify your name, which you did.

"How can I help you today?" the receptionist was characteristically bubbly, "I'd like to set up a meeting, please?" you asked hesitantly.

The line was quiet, save for the tapping of her fingers on the keys, "Of course, is that for Jayce?" she eventually said and you felt a bolt of excitement charge through you.

"Yes, please," you confirmed. A few more details were exchanged and the meeting was set, "Perfect, we'll see you tomorrow at 1pm!".

The evening went by too quickly and too slowly at the same time.

Luckily, you worked from home so you were able to be fairly flexible with your availability, despite your morning being relatively unproductive.

Instead of doing your job, you'd spent the first three hours of your shift researching canine hybrids; their needs, requirements and any medical issues.

You'd only just started researching about feral hybrids before you realised the time, 12:30.

When you arrived he was sat in the same chair as before, but this time he wore a black tunic with the sleeves rolled up.

If not for the fluffy ears and tail, you'd think he was a business man or politician of some sort.

As you approached him - with the vet in tow - he stood.

It took you by surprise and your steps faltered. He blinked a few times and his eyebrows softened slightly for a second, before putting his hand out the same way you had a couple days prior.

A soft smile came across your lips as you tentatively took his hand and shook it, he’d copied your gesture to make you comfortable. His touch felt familiar, as if he was someone you’d known for years.

Despite the gentle nature he was showing you, his eyes still bore into you like he was trying to figure out if you were a threat or not.

When he eventually let go of your hand, he sat down and his eyes looked between you and the chair opposite him. He wanted you to sit as well.

You glanced at the soft armchair behind you and side stepped until you were in front of it; before you lowered yourself down, you turned your head back to Jayce to check this is what he wanted.

When there was no change in his demeanour, you plonked yourself into the soft cushions less than gracefully, it was a lot lower and bouncier than you’d anticipated.

“He got this out when he heard you were coming today,” the vet said from behind you, honestly you’d forgotten he was there.

You’d somehow failed to notice that on the table in between the two of you was a chess set, set up and ready for a game.

“I’m sure you’ve already read his file, but Jayce here is very intelligent, he loves these types of games,” the man sounded so proud.

Meanwhile, Jayce stared at him with a displeased facial expression, like he was waiting for him to stop talking.

“I’ll leave you to it, but I’ll be over here if you need me,” the man gave you a small wave as he moved to the other side of the room.

This was the first time you and Jayce were somewhat alone, there was a spark of excitement as well as nervousness.

You just hoped he liked you.

[solelifauna]

Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 2

Okay, so I didn't realize how much building I was gonna do around (Y/n's) social life so this chapter is honestly about knowing (y/n). Anyways, the next chapter will be from the batfam's pov and focus more on the yandere bits! Hope you enjoy this chapter tho!

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The change started slowly on a normal evening, an evening like every other. It was a football season game day, the big match between the Gotham City High Bats and the Gotham Prep Knights. For the rich prep kids, this was nothing more than another game, but for your school, this game was everything. This would help your school get the recognition and funding it deserves, and allow some students to be scouted and rewarded for their talent.

Not only that, but Gotham Prep always, every season goes to state, beating out all the other public schools in the city. They haven’t lost a game since the early 80s so there was a lot riding on this game. 

Your role, funnily enough, was representing the school as one of the Gotham City High school cheerleaders. Turns out that the gymnastics classes you took before were actually useful for purposes other than trying to impress Dick. You surprisingly took to cheerleading like a fish to water, liking the competitiveness and sense of belonging that came from joining the team. 

Anyways, you, the cheer team, and the football team were on a bus headed towards the bigger, better Gotham Prep football field. The bus was loud with music and schoolmates hyping each other up for the big game. Ethan, a friend of yours on the football team was nervously shaking his leg and squeezing his helmet so hard you thought it would crack.

Both you and your friend Arya noticed.

“Ethan, the game hasn’t even started yet and I already see a crack forming on your helmet.” You said jokingly, a gentle arm on his shoulder.

He startled, “Jesus Christ (Y/n) warn a guy next time.” Ethan spoke, offering a nervous smile.

“You need to stop freaking out bro. When you do, it freaks out the others on the team.” Arya gently said.

“I know, I know but— but there’s just a lot riding on this game. For a lot of us, this is our only way to get out of Gotham, and if we screw up the finals, we’ll be stuck here forever.” Ethan said solemnly, looking around at all his teammates.

“Well then good thing you guys aren’t gonna lose. Y’all have spent two years training to make this comeback, to make sure that Gotham City High finally gets this win. I promise you’ve worked harder than those assholes at Gotham Prep, so just go out there and put your training to use. Don’t let your nerves get to you, you have no reason to.” You calmly said.

“Yeah—yeah, we have trained harder, haven't we? Yeah, you’re right! We've just gotta go out there and play like we've practiced.” Ethan exclaimed, as if suddenly realizing why he should have confidence in himself and his team.

“Exactly!” Arya said, matching his enthusiasm and hitting Ethan playfully on the shoulder. 

The rest of the bus ride to the stadium was louder than ever, the coach and other teammates taking turns to hype up the more nervous members, to get them confident for the field. Everything was about normal once everyone made it to the stadium. The band was set up, and people were flooding the bleachers. It wasn’t until the last ten minutes before the game when normalcy died.

“Hey (Y/n), isn’t that your family?” A girl, Maya, says.

Lo’ and behold, Bruce Wayne and his entire gaggle of children were sitting on the home side of the bleachers, sporting Gotham Prep t-shirts. 

“What—oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell are they doing here, they don’t even like football like that!?” You shout in frustration.

It was then when you remembered a conversation Dick, Bruce, and Damian had at the dinner table. Something about how it would help Damian out if he started going to school events and games, getting him acclimated to what being a normal teenager was like. That was all fine and dandy, but you didn't think the entire damn family was going to show up. Oh, the gossip columns are gonna have a field day with this. You could already imagine the headlines, “Bruce Wayne openly isolates daughter (Y/n) Wayne” or even, “The Wayne Family once again publicly shows dislike for daughter (Y/n) Wayne.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought, you had bigger things to worry about right now.

“Are you good (Y/n)?” Arya questions softly. 

She was one of the only people who you spoke your sorrows to, one of the only people who actually knows of just how lonely you were. Of course everyone knew that Bruce Wayne and his family didn't really like you very much– thank you Vicky vale– but nobody but Arya and Ethan really understood the crux of your situation. 

“Yeah, I'm all good bro, don't worry about it. Just focus on the game.” You said dismissively. It didn't bother you anymore, sure it hurt a little bit, but this was expected.

“Alright, its time to shake hands with the other team, everyone line up!” the football Coach, Coach Daniels, all but yelled.

You sighed, moving to the front of the line for the cheerleaders; you were team captain after all. Both the football teams and cheerleaders made their way to the center of the field where they met. You looked back at the rest of your team, you all knew that this was going to be an unpleasant interaction, it always was. The Gotham Prep cheer captain walked up to you, disdain and poorly concealed disgust on her face. You all quickly shook hands, trying to get this exhausting ordeal done and over with, but of course the other captain had to open her mouth.

“You lower end city girls sure have your own sense of style.” Darla, which was basically code for calling you and your team sluts. Wow, how original.

“You should see what’s underneath the jacket.” You replied, giving her a sharp smile.

She floundered, clearly expecting her insult to rile you and your team up. 

“Ugh, as expected of Bruce Wayne’s biggest embarrassment. You sad Daddy doesn't like you? Or maybe she’s just glad she gets to mooch off of him before he ends up disowning her.” Another girl pipes up, drawing mind grating giggles from the rest of their team. You recognized her, she was the daughter of some hot-shot CEO.

You just tiredly look back at your team, a few of them getting angry on your behalf while others looked to you in concern. 

“What, not going to say anything?” The other captain haughtily questioned. 

“I mean, what exactly is the response you’re expecting? Yeah, Bruce Wayne doesn't like me, but at least I didn't have to buy my way into the cheer team or have my daddy pay to make sure I wasn't held back.” You stated boredly.

She was silent in shock, right before the anger came bursting through.

“You whore! I’m going to fuck you up, take you to court and sue you!” She shrieked.

“You’re going to sue me? You mean sue Bruce Wayne?” You snorted, “Like that’ll ever happen. And bitch, you couldn’t fight if your life depended on it, so next time you threaten me remember–I can and will beat the ever-loving shit outta you.”

That must have sparked some fear in her because she just turned around and led her team back to their side of the field. You’re sure others noticed your altercation, obviously having no idea what was being said, but it was clear to both sides of the field that nothing good was said. You’re ready to turn back to your side when you accidentally make eye contact with Tim. The cold, calculating look in his eyes has you shifting in discomfort, you quickly look away as the cheer team and football players head back to their respective sides.

The players took their place onto the field while your team got into formation.

“Aright guys, this’s the big one! Give it all you got, just like we practiced!” You yelled.

Just like that, the whistle blew signaling that the game started. 

By the time you reach half time, Gotham Prep is fifteen points ahead of Gotham High. Your school does its low budget halftime performance which pales in comparison to the extravagant Gotham Prep performance. Your side of the stadium grows louder, louder in support of the football team. Before you know it, the boys are lining up for the second half of the game. Thankfully, Gotham High shoots up in points, the score now becoming 34 to 29. The issue is, the game is starting to come to an end with only two minutes on the clock. The crowd is loud, but everyone knows it'll be damn near impossible for Gotham High to win now. The only way to win would be to score a touch-down, which would bring Gotham High to 35 points.

It isn't until the 36 second mark when Ethan sees an opening and makes a run for it with the ball. The crowd is booming, your own voice adding to the mix of cheers and shouts. 

“Come on Ethan! Come on!” You yell, voice undoubtedly hoarse.

There's 5 seconds on the clock when Ethan dives over an opposing player and rolls into the other team's touchdown zone. The score board changes, the numbers now showcasing 34 to 35. Gotham City High with 35. Everyone goes crazy. You and Arya are holding each other jumping up and down. Holy shit, yall won! The football team was celebrating on the field, as they’re announced as the winners, a big trophy being handed into Ethan and his team's hands. And by tradition, you, Arya and the coach go grab the large gatorade barrel and proceed to soak the football team with it. There are yelps and laughs but everyone knows what it means, it means “you’ve won”. You and Arya run up to Ethan launching into him, uncaring of the gatorade now soaking your uniforms. 

It was a good day, a happy day. Everyone started loading up into the buses, starving for the victory dinner at Taco Bell. You honestly, truly forget that the Bats were even here. Shit hits the fan however, when you're in the middle of messing up a chalupa and Bruce Wayne and the rest of his brood walk in, making awkward eye contact with you. You promptly proceed to choke, Arya hitting your back to get you to stop. You do, but holy shit was that embarrassing. Also, what in the ever-loving fuck were they doing here!? 

Before you could voice your utter disbelief, another familiar face barrels into your table. Oh great.

“Hey ladies, how’d you like the game? Betcha I looked good on the field.” The voice of Adrien, a freshman player on the team, made itself known. 

He even made it a point to flex his arm muscles, hoping to impress you and Arya. You both just looked at each other before bursting out laughing. This poor freshman has been trying to get with y'all all year, despite you and Arya being sophomores. His god-awful attempts at flirting were absolutely adorable and downright hilarious. 

“Guys please don't laugh, I promise I have better pick up lines.” he begs, his demeanor that of a kicked puppy.

“I'm sorry man, you're just too adorable, we can't take you seriously.” Arya says amused.

“Why don't you go talk to one of the freshman cheerleaders? I'm sure I heard Hiba and Darla talking about how good you did on the field.” You pipped in.

“No way! Are you serious!? Oh-uh, gotta blast ladies! See ‘ya around!” Adrien stutters, excitedly scrambling off to go find the girls you mentioned.

You and Arya broke off again into a fit of laughter.

“Were you guys teasing Adrien again?” Comes a lighthearted scold from Ethan.

“Not anymore than usual. Plus, I think we finally got him to pursue girls in his own grade.” You responded, a smug smile on your face.

Ethan just chuckled before sitting down with you and Arya. You all talked and laughed some more, your mood only being slightly soured by the Wayne family’s presence at the table across from yours. You did your best to avoid their not-so-casual glances in your direction. Why they were here is a can of worms you had to marinate on later. But for now, you'd just enjoy the rest of your night.

It didn't take long before everyone started getting ready to leave. Some students had their parents come pick them up, probably to go celebrate the school's victory with their families, whilst everyone else was getting ready to load back up into the buses and head to the school where parents would be waiting for their kids. You, however, would be biking back to the manor on your own. Sure both Arya’s and Ethan’s parents had offered you a ride, but you had declined. There was no need for them to go out of their way for you, especially when they should be spending their time celebrating with their children. You’d honestly just ruin the mood with your shitty circumstances.

So as you threw away the last of your trash and started walking to leave the restaurant, you were not expecting to be stopped, let alone stopped by Bruce Wayne. You froze, not knowing what to do. What did he want?

“(Y/n),” He started, voice lacking any tell-tale emotions, “no need to get on the bus, you’ll be riding home with us.”

You noticed immediately how he didn't really give you a choice, just an order meant to be followed. You swallowed nervously, you did not, under any circumstances want to be in a car with any of them.

“There's no need for that Bruce, I–um actually left my bike back at the school and I can't just leave it there so…yeah. I’ll–I'll see you back at the manor.” You said nervously. You weren't used to talking to him and to be quite frank he scared you.

Bruce of course took note of the fact you had not called him “dad” or “father” and had called home, “the manor” instead. This is when Dick decided to chime in.

“What, you're not going to bike all the way back home, are you?” Dick jested sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah? It's how I get back home everyday.” You mention abashed. Did they seriously not even know how you got home? Whatever, you’re too tired for this.

Bruce and Dick glance at each other, their shared look holding a meaning you couldn't understand.

“Well, it doesn't matter. You’ll just ride home with us from now on.” Dick stated, faux cheer in his voice. 

“Wha–what? Hold up, I can’t just leave without my bike! It’s gonna get stolen or–”

“We’ll get a new one, now stop fussin' and get a move on,” Jason grumbles, cutting you off.

You just sigh in defeat. Why the hell are they doing this? Why now? In the end, your questions don't matter as you get marched over to the waiting Rolce Royce Limo. That was when Arya and Ethan noticed you walking away from the bus, not even noticing the Waynes in their hurry to catch up to you.

“Hey (Y/n), why are ‘ya–oh.” Arya yells out before going silent after noticing the intimidating figure of Bruce Wayne and the even more intimidating figure of Jason Todd.

“Oh, hey guys. So–uh, I actually have a ride back to the manor now so I'm all good.” You say awkwardly.

“That's–that's great! But, what about your bike bro?” Ethan questions worriedly, the awkward and almost tense energy affecting him.

“I'm just going to pray and hope that it's still there when I come back for it tomorrow.”You answer tiredly.

“Damn, well, get home safe and get some sleep. We’ll see you soon girl.” Arya says, hugging you.

You hug her back.

“You too guys, get home safe. And Ethan, good job on the field bro, we’re all super proud of you.” You voice, a small smile on your face while you give him a hug.

“Thanks (Y/n), couldn't have done it without y’all hyping me up.” He says.

“Alright, alright no more sappy, corny lines. Now get on the bus before Coach Daniels pops another blood vessel.” You joke.

“Shit, I didn't even realize that was him yelling! Ethan, we gotta go! See ya (Y/n).” Arya exclaims, practically dragging Ethan to the bus with her.

You wave at them, your smile slowly disappearing as you realize you're about to have the worst fifteen minutes of your life on this car ride. The staring you were trying to ignore when talking to your friends was more prevalent now, making you anxious as you entered the car, squirming and fiddling uncomfortably in your seat as everyone else piled in.

You internally sighed as you heard the door shut and the car engine start. Perhaps it’d be better if you drank acid and died instead, but alas, it was too late for any of that. 

You’d just do your best to stay quiet and avoid the eyes boring into your very being.

[auroralwriting]

jealousy, jealousy

bucky barnes x avenger!reader (no use of y/n)

bucky hates when his girl has to flirt with the enemy

word count: 1.5k | warnings: none

The whole idea of it was absolutely, utterly stupid.

Zemo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious when he couldn't leave your name out of his mouth during the whole Sokovia Accords issue. Now, he was up to no good once more after escaping prison, leaving the Avengers no choice but to find out what he was up to.

The only problem? He refused to speak. Well, he refused to speak unless it was with you.

Bucky felt rage creep up his whole body when Steve explained what you had to do. You had to actually pretend to be interested in every single word Zemo said, meaning even if he flirted, you had to just take it. Apparently, this genius idea was Tony's, and the rest of the team had agreed to it, meaning Bucky's opinion was next to worthless, especially when you already agreed.

He trusted you with every ounce of his being, and he knew you wouldn't do it if you couldn't handle it, but he hate the fact that Zemo was probably going to flirt your ear off. You were Bucky's girl, his doll, his special girl, his everything, not Zemo's.

Nonetheless, Bucly had to hold his tongue and silently nod as Steve explained.

"What're you thinking, Buck?" Steve asked, noticing Bucky's silent deminor.

"I'm thinking about how many ways I could murder Zemo," Bucky commented, eyes darkening.

Steve sighed, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Bucky, she said she could do this."

"It's not her I don't trust, Steve. Imagine your girl getting hit on and you couldn't do jack shit to stop it. How would you feel then?" Bucky seethed, taking a deep breath in. "Sorry, that was hostile."

With a shake of his head, Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "I understand, Bucky. But we have to get to the bottom of Zemo's plan, and he won't talk unless its to her."

The whole team sat in silence, now gathered in the meeting room. The only noise was the whirl of the fan above their heads as they watched the live footage of you standing in front of Zemo's cell.

"Zemo," You said, crossing your arms. "Being stubborn as always, I hear."

A crooked smile formed on the man's face as he leaned his head on the bars, as close to you as he could get. "Darling, I just did not wish to speak to such insolent people such as the Avengers," Zemo scowled as he spoke. "But a dove as sweet as you? How could I pass?"

Bucky felt his fists clench tightly as he watched the interaction. God, he just wanted to deck this guy straight in the nose. Ever since the Sokovian first went on the run, he always seemed to make some time mid-battle to try and make some small talk with you. It annoyed not only Bucky, but everyone. No one talks that much during a fight. However, now that he was captured, it was the perfect time to use his infatuation of you to the team's advantage.

"Tell me, what do you have planned with those," You paused, grabbing your file and flipping through the loose pages, "Ah, 'weapons of double mass extinction' as you so delicately put it."

Zemo laughed, "Extinction is not my end goal if that is what you are asking my dove."

"It wasn't," You added as Zemo continued.

"However, I am just so excited to reveal what they will be used for." He smiled. Your brow shot up, waiting for his answer. "But seeing it will be the best reveal of all."

Sam sighed, watching this all carry on from where the team was still sat. "He's just gonna play games with her."

"She's smarter than you'd think, give her a chance." Natasha said, "I'd know, I trained her."

Tony stood up, "I don't like this, I'm ending it."

Bucky held up his hand, nodding. "For once, I gotta agree with Stark. I want my girl out of his sight."

Quickly, Steve stood up, "This is our only chance to find out what Zemo has planned. He won't lay a finger on her. Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is, none of us enjoy watching him flirt with her, but it'll work." Tony sat down as Bucky grumbled, all eyes falling back to the screen that showed you now closer to Zemo's bars.

"Would your wife really enjoy knowing you're flirting with me?" You slightly taunted, wanting to push his buttons.

"My wife is dead, but you already know of this." Zemo replied.

With a knowing nod, you pursed your lips, "She was Sokovian too, yeah?"

"We were all from Sokovia, my wife and son, as well as myself." Zemo answered.

"Born and raised?" You continued. Zemo gave a nod as you thought for a moment with a hum, "Were you there when Ultron attacked?"

Zemo nodded, "Yes. That is when my family was murdered."

"I'm sorry," You honestly replied. "Does it still bother you? Not your dead family, but the Sokovia thing. You know, the floating?"

A quick glance of the situation, and it would've looked like you were now just chatting with the enemy, but you held down a smirk as Zemo replied. "Of course I am. That was my home."

"New York could be your home now," You offered. "Turn yourself in and we can get you transferred here."

Zemo laughed, "I would not wish to be here after what will happen."

Boom. You looked up to the camera, "You all got that?" You asked the camera, knowing your team was watching. You grabbed your file, standing up. "Thank you for your time, Zemo. This was very informative." You grabbed your comm and pushed it down, "Stand-by. Send Stark-Bots to check perimeters of the state. Zemo's planning on making us levitate like Sokovia."

Face pale, Zemo stood up, yelling incoherent words that fell upon your deaf ears as you left the room. Bucky, who had seen it all, was already waiting for you outside. He was quick to grab you and hold you tight to his chest.

"I'm okay, Buck," You smiled, voice muffled from your face being pushed against his strong body.

Bucky shook his head, "I know, I just don't want you near that freak again."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words as you pulled away enough to give him a kiss. "You jealous of Zemo?"

"You played into it," Bucky muttered.

"It was all fake, love." You replied. "You know I'm your girl."

Bucky couldn't help but smirk, "Damn right you are." He turned to the door that lead to Zemo's cell. "You hear that? She's my damn girl!"

You couldn't help but feel your heart thump at Bucky's words. He was always so damn hot when he was jealous. "C'mon, show your girl how much you love her." You teased, Bucky's eyes falling on you once more. He was quick to grab your waist with his metal arm, pulling you in as his other hand rested on the back of your neck, pushing your face against his as his lips locked with yours, a tight, sloppy kiss ensuing in the middle of the hall.

"I'm never letting you do that again." Bucky muttered, pulling away to speak. His breath was hot on your cheek as he spoke. He pulled you into another wet kiss as a soft ahem came from behind you both.

"This is not a room, but I'm sure your horny asses could find one."

Bucky groaned as he turned around, "Do you have to ruin every moment?" He asked Sam who stood smugly.

He put his hands in the air, "I just wanted to congratulate Nat's best student on her great work. Especially the one where she made her soldier get all jealous"

"Thank you, Sam," You smiled, a light blush on your face.

Bucky took a pen out of his pocket and threw it at Sam, "Get outta here, man!"

"Alright, alright! No need for hostility." Sam defended as he walked away.

As Sam left, you gave a knowing smile at Bucky. "So jealous over my mission, huh?"

Bucky scoffed, feeling embarrassment creep in his chest, "I wasn't jealous."

"I think you were," You argued. "Over Zemo of all peopke."

"Only I can talk to you that way," Bucky said, voice nearly a whine. "You're all mine, not his or anyone else's, and he knows it."

You smiled, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek, "And that's probably why he loves doing it so much. You know he's got a thing against super soldiers. He's gonna do anything to get under your skin."

"And he chose the worst way to do it," Bucky muttered as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Bucky looked at you with a goofy smile, pulling back. "C'mon, doll. We still got some work to do cleaning up Zemo's mess."

"Someone's feeling better," You teased as you both began to walk. "You'd better show me some more of that jealousy later," You suggested.

"Oh, I will," Bucky smiled. "You bet your fine ass I will."

[bueckersbitch]

wildest dreams - paige bueckers x reader

୨୧ warnings : sexual content

୨୧ word count : 2.4k

୨୧ authors note : hi guysssss, that photo of p on the middle was taken today and it had me thinking…

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“Chen to Bueckers, aaaaaand, it’s good!” Time froze, your hands dropped to your sides as you watched your defender walk head down to the opposing side. Everything you and the team had been working so hard for the past season, had come to a close. “The Uconn Huskies are your 2025 NCAA national champions! Bueckers will end her collegiate career with a title under her belt!” Echoed from the commentators table, “What a season from Bueckers, am I right? Amazing to witness history in real time, this team has worked through so much. I know Bueckers will be greatly missed at Uconn.” Tears started to well in your eyes as you crossed the court, putting one foot in front of the other mindlessly, the floor slightly slippery as you crashed into Paige. Throwing your arms around her. A sense of pride filled you as you laughed into her shoulder, whispering, “You really did it baby, everything you worked so hard for, those nights you prayed that God would guide our team in the right direction, those early mornings we got up to train, it all paid off.”

Paige’s arms engulfed you, arms tight around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder, “Couldn’t have done it without you ma.” Confetti starts to fall, the blue and white falling around you two, screaming of the arena silenced with noises of soft cries from you and Paige. Still, you heard the commentators, “And there's Paige and y/n, the two of them obviously very close after time at Uconn, while Bueckers declared, y/n chose to stay another year following her acl injury last season. Great teammates who had each other through it all, amazing basketball iq’s that may not play together again in the WNBA.”

There it was, the one thing you had been avoiding, Paige leaving you. Conversation arose when you chose to stay another year at Uconn. Paige was adamant that this would be her last year, and with that, she had something to prove. Not to others, but to herself. Pressure was put on her immediately from the media, talking about how all the greats that have passed through Uconn have gotten one or more national championships. If there was one thing about Paige, it was that she hated losing. You, on the other hand, had considered declaring, but something felt wrong, hurling yourself into a new environment when you hadn’t really been given the opportunity to fully explore this one. Paige was your rock. She was there for all of it. You sometimes thought she knew you better than you knew yourself. But when the time came, you chose to stay.

You pulled away from each other, noses and foreheads stuck together for a brief moment as you both smiled, “Can’t fathom that you’re leaving me, going to the big league, huh?” You said, Paige’s smile quickly fell from her face, her arm wrapped around your shoulder, she kissed the crown of your head. “We don’t gotta think about that right now, look at where we are, where God led us.” You let out a grunt, startled as Morgan jumped onto your back, laughing, “My twin! You really did that!” Morgan had been your roommate this year, and with that, your best friend. You took the young girl under your wing, personalities mirroring each other perfectly. She was one of the reasons why you found yourself yearning to stay another year. Shedding her from your back, you hugged her, ruffling her head lovingly.

-

“Alright! We have Bueckers, y/l/n, and Chen for the presser!” You took your seat in the middle of Paige and Kaitlyn. Eyes from the crowd focused on you, phones out at the ready to tweet your guys’ responses. Questions flowed like water from the interviewers in front of you, seated in rows, raising their hands when talking. Paige answered most of them, excitement exuding from her. You admired her, how the light in her eyes had returned as opposed to the hard times she went through when she was injured.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you about your time with Paige on this team, obviously, the two of you have been attached at the hip, more so this season. What has that been like?” You clear your throat, sitting up straight as Paige and Kaitlyn both turn to look at you. “Well, Paige is the type of person you really only come across once in your life. She gave me faith, in myself, in our team. And I mean, on the court, her confidence, ability to assess the court, and make plays has been something that has directly resulted in us being able to be seated here today. Off the court, she’s reliable, I don’t think there’s a single time where she hasn’t given amazing advice to all of us. She uplifted me while I was out for injury, sometimes when it got hard, like when I felt like it was unrealistic for me to even play again, she sat me down, and we talked for the entire night, how she had felt the same when she was out, how she yearned to be back on the court, how each day felt two times longer than the last. But yeah, I can’t believe she’s leaving me, it feels like just yesterday we were going through our playlists trying to pick out our first night walk out song.”

You sniffled, the ball in your throat growing larger as you carried on, glancing over at Paige when the time was right. The interviewer following up with, “Paige, how do you feel about having to leave not just y/n, but your whole team here at Uconn?” Paige brings her hand to her face, rubbing her chin, leaning on the table, “Y’know, I feel like it’s the same as last year, our loss to Iowa, there’s gonna be tears regardless of if we won or lost, because yeah, it's surreal having to imagine that a time where I can’t walk over to y/n’s apartment, or team nights in each others rooms is right around the corner. I know everyone is in good hands though, especially with y/n being the old head next season.” You scoffed, shoving her shoulder.

-

Stepping out into the Tampa humidity, your tracksuit immediately becomes uncomfortable, a shower after the presser left you here, outside with Paige. “We fuckin’ did it.” Paige points to a screen, you look up at the building, eyes widening. Screen bright with “Uconn Huskies, NCAA Women’s Basketball Champions.” Husky in the center of the screen, confetti graphics around it. Your arms crossed, but your mind was at ease after the historic season behind you. “Yeah, we really did huh?” Paige shook her head in disbelief, grabbing your hand and walking you over to the car you guys had rented out for the trip. She opened your door for you, hopping in the driver's seat to drive you guys back to your hotel.

-

As soon as you guys got to the elevator, it was game over. The whole ride back, Paige’s hand found comfort on your thigh, softly toying a little too close to your core. Paige eagerly pushed the elevator button, grabbing your waist to pull you in. Her lips parting before shoving your hair over your shoulder, granting her access to your neck, sucking right below your ear. Your mouth parted as you let out soft hums, left hand reaching up and into her hair, while the other gripped her bicep. The muscle flexing, feeling like it could burst right through her tech’s sleeve. Somewhere along the way, her hand had found its way to your ass, kneading it while using it as a way to pull you in closer to her. Elevator dinging as you guys reached the floor you were staying on.

Urging Paige to your room, you made her detach from your neck, to your dismay. She followed you like a lost puppy, sneakily kissing your shoulder whenever she got the chance. You tapped your card to your room, shoving the door open as soon as it blinked green, dragging Paige in with you. You gasped as Paige shoved you against the door, pressing her leg in between your legs, resuming her action of leaving marks on your neck. Her hands unzipped your jacket, dragging it off your frame, guiding your arms around her shoulders. She ground you onto her thigh, and if your senses weren’t heightened by the blonde in front of you, you would’ve missed the “So proud of you baby.” that escaped from her pink lips. However, you longed for more, the kisses not helping with relieving the ache in between your legs, “Paige please, nmph, need you.” Paige pulled away, putting her hands on either side of your head, having her arms caging you in, “Yeah? Y’gonna show me how bad ma?” You move one of her arms, slipping away and towards the bed, you undress yourself, leaving you in a navy blue bra and underwear set, hooking your hands together behind you, slightly pushing your tits out. A lovesick face took over Paige’s features, “Fuck, we win like that, and my girl looks like this?” You nod, “Gotta give you the best, 31 points P? You have no idea how bad I was holding back in the locker room.” Smiling, you pull her by her sleeve, toying with the ties of her sweatpants. Silently asking if it was okay to undress her. She nods, and you start getting rid of the clothing, pulling her white tee up over her head, exposing her pink nipples to you, peaked from the antics between you two. You kept her boxers on, black waistband ending below her stomach. You ran your fingers over it, feeling the hardness of it.

She had you on her lap, your back flush against her chest, she was sat against the headboard. Her arm was snuggly wrapped around your throat, bicep pulling you backwards so your face was beside hers. Paige’s free hand unclasped your bra, the arm that was around your throat was the one she simultaneously used to pinch your nipple, you felt it hardening from the stimulation. “So pretty baby, imma get you right for those 25 points, yeah?” she whispered, kissing the side of your face after. “Mmm please, want that so badly.” You said. Paige snuck her hand down to your core, middle finger running through your slit over your underwear, circling your clit slowly, teasing you. Your hips bucked up at the motion, the throbbing from your cunt evident now, you shut your eyes tight, begging, “Please P, I did so good for you.” Referring to the way you played. Paige continued her ministrations on your pussy through your underwear, whispering directly into your ear, “Poor baby, I’m sorry, jus’ look so pretty for me, like this.” She quickly gives in though, peeling your underwear down to your knees, you shoved them off the rest of the way. Her arm quickly found its way back around your throat, she moved her hand assertively, touching your inner thighs. Her fingers swipe quickly through your soaked slit, accumulating slick, using it to circle your clit. She moves down, pushing two fingers in you to the hilt, curling upwards and into the spot that turns your brain fuzzy. “Yeah ma, take that shit.” You respond with a moan, leaning your head back onto her shoulder, “Paigeeeeee, f-feels so good baby.” You manage to get out, Paige repeatedly switches between pushing into you and rubbing your clit. You’re close, and Paige knows you, so she knows you’re close too. As you teeter the brink of release, she pulls away, biting your ear as she does so. She unhooks your arm from around your neck, and you whine frustrated with the lack of release. Paige loved having you this way, needy, and her in control of when you released.

Paige’s hands engulfed your waist, moving you off her lap, you turned around, finding her shoving off her boxers. She looks at you with glazed blue eyes, “So fine ma, got me soaked.” She spread her legs, the soft glow of the hotel lamp showing the abundance of wetness between her legs. “Wan’ you to ride me, need that shit right on me.” She took your hands in hers. You hooked your right leg over her left, and your left under her right, shoving your slicked cores together. You both moan with satisfaction, letting out whines while Paige groans at the feeling. Her hands find home on your waist, and yours grip her biceps, arm not fitting into your palm. You grind faster onto her, the wetness between you two aiding you to do so. Your clits align with each other, sending relief throughout you, causing you to moan, loud. “Fuck, Paige.” you call out, keeping that same angle to where your clits are aligned. Paige’s mouth is open now, pink lips swollen, eyes fixated on where your cores meet. “Yeah, ma. Y’gonna gimmie that cum?” You nod, willing to do anything to get her to release. “Listen to that shit, all for me huh? Pretty pussy’s all mine?” Your eyes close, and you hear yourself gushing, wet sounds coming from the both of you, the “silence” gives you time to find words before you can say, “Yeah P, baby it’s all yours.” Paige hums with approval, noticing you close to release again, “Ma? Wanna feel that shit gushing on me.” You gasp, her downright dirty words fueling the feeling in your abdomen, “Gonna cum for you P, promise.” You keep grinding, digging into her arms. Then you feel it, your climax taking over, squirming against her. “Ohhhhh fuck baby.” Paige gets out, still chasing her climax. You whine, overstimulation quickly taking over the pleasure, but as you look up, you realize Paige yearning for her release, so you keep grinding. You bring your hands to her nipples, pulling on them. She grips your waist tighter, guiding your pussy onto hers. Combined stimulation between her pussy and nipples makes her cum, “Yeah ma, gonna give that shit to you, fuck.” Her words make you cum along with her, holding each other as you both ride out your highs.

You eventually open your eyes, finding yourself face to face with Paige, laying down. Her hand strokes your cheek, “Can’t go without you ma, gonna use all my flight points to fly you out to Dallas.” She promises, and you smile, because you know you can’t go without her either.

[aespabangedbang]

•••MUNCHING OPPA'S EUNCHAE•••

Writer's Note: The long waited Eunchae smut is here. Thanks to haters I lost my initial 4K draft so it took this long. It's a new smut from scratch, better and filthier. I made it 2× lengthier than I wished to make up for the waiting, enjoy it fuckers!

Tags: (FULL CON) Incest, Gangbang, Consentual Hardcore, Oral, Anal, Pissing, Creampie, Breeding, Training, Taming, Physical and Mental Breaking, Bloody, Nympho, Free Use, Pregnancy and more. But all (FULL CON).

Warning: Pure Smut, don't ask for mortality.

Word Count: 8150 words.

“HAVE YOU BROUGHT THE PILL?” I asked loudly to my friends, whom I have invited over for my little sis Eunchae’s birthday party. Well it was a week ago, but I have arranged another special one for her.

My parents are away fortunately, dad on a oversea business trip busy fucking her busty secretary while mom said she have an urgent project and went other side of the country. That's a lie, she is cheating with her director. I know because I once caught her red handed, getting breed. And for my father's secretary, he let me fuck her last time I went to his office.

“Yeah, but are you sure about it?” He shows the after pill and replies.

“She is your own sister, I can't believe you are ok with this. Though I am not complaining, he he he!” another one replies.

“Trust me guys, she is my sis and that's why I am sure this will work. Our parents’ fucking perverted genes in her. So like me she will love it!” I reply with a grin on my face.

“If you say so. Here is the booze for the party.” This one brought a big box of Soju for all.

“We should have brought a few box of condoms instead of just one after pill. I am not sure about this bros.” This one has a habit of sweating about every little details.

“Chill dude, if she gets knocked up I’ll take full responsibility. Even if it's one of yours. I can take her for abortion….. Come on, don't bring down the party mood.” I say with annoyance.

“Just accept the offer dude, you don't get an offer like this everyday.” This one is as chill fucker as me.

“Truth to be told, I always wanted to pin Eunchae and fuck her, she makes me crazy!” This one friend of mine is her senior in college. I know he has had a crush on her for years.

“Can’t wait to creampie your sister back. It's payback time for what you did to my mom last month!” This one’s mom is such a dirty bitch, I ended up fucking her when I stayed in his house last month.

“In my defense, it's your mom's fault for not rejecting my advances. She took her bra off and showed me how big her boobs are. How can I not fuck her after that. She didn't even try to fight me and enjoyed it.” I tease him by acting like I am grabbing his mom's ass, my hip humping the air.

“That's why we are here with such a nasty plan. Girls have holes and we have cocks, so sharing those holes for taking care of our cocks is the best thing we can do for each other!’ I pat his back, now we are at the front of our house.

I ring the bell, my lovely sis Eunchae comes running to open the door. She turned 18 a week ago. She is in a famous Kpop idol group, renowned and loved by millions of her fans. She is pretty tall and cutesy, her personality is the sweetest.

“Welcome home Oppa, thanks for coming for my birthday again Oppas. I know my Oppa can be demanding sometimes, but I am happy that you all have come again!” She says with a sweet voice. She is looking as cute and delicious as ever. Her protruding boobs are like donuts, her perfectly round butts are like cakes and her bulged pussy looks like a muffin. I lick my lips, can't wait to taste my 18yo sis. Some of my friends whistle from behind and can't hide the anticipation.

We all went to the living room where I prepared a mid-sized birthday cake, shaped like a pyramid. It has a secret in it, you will know it soon. It's not exactly her birthday so we don't wait for midnight and start cutting it. Usual stuff, set candles, blow 'em up and make a wish. She starts cutting it from the corner and gives us all, enjoying her birthday again like a princess. The thing about princesses is that they are destined to be nothing but cock warmers. And I am going to prove it soon.

Soon the blunt cake knife gets stuck and she can't cut anymore. She looks puzzled, I take the knife and start cutting the secret in it. What is it? It's a massive 7 inch long and fat red flexible dildo, now coated with cake and cream. I say “Ta Da, it's my special gift for our birthday girl Eunchae!” “W-what is this?” She takes the dildo from my hand and is visibly confused. “It's a dildo for celebrating the fact that my little sis is now a grown up woman!”

“What does it do? This looks a lot like your little elephant bro…..” She grabs it with both hands, not sure what it is. Shaking it around like jelly. “It shakes like a toy, I am not a kid anymore oppa.”

Wait what?

Like thunder the realization that my supposed to be slutty sis don't know what even a dildo has struck us all. How the fuck are we gonna even fuck her then? No no no this can't be happening, I prepared so long and even brought my fuck buddies home for this. No way my nympho parent gave birth to a normal child like her, she must have a lewd side like me. Gotta find it out before I become a joke to my friends.

My friends are looking at me with questioning eyes as if asking what now? We don't fuck anyone without consent, so it's up to me to tame her into a slut. I take a breath and answer her, “Yes dear Eunchae, it IS a replica of male penis. More precisely a sex toy to masturbate when you are horny.” I say with a straight face like it's the most normal thing for an Oppa to give her sis a dildo as a gift in front of his friends.

“A S-SEX TOY! Eeuw, it's gross. Why are you giving this to me?” Her face flushed red immediately. Holding its tip with two fingers. “Cause you are 18 now and it's about time you grow into a mature woman. You need to explore your sexuality in order to be a fully grown lady. Instead of getting heartbroken by some one night stand boy trying to figure it out, I decided to help my sis grow into the young, empowered proper lady you ought to be. Your other Oppas are here to help you with that. It's going to be fun, trust me.”

“You want to do WHAT? I don't get it. How can you all help with my sexuality? What are you even planning?” She is getting suspicious, I gotta take control. “Do you trust me or not? I did all these just for your pleasure and well being. Oppa gonna help you understand. Just listen to me, ok?” I put my hand around her cheek. This is my last chance, if she says no then it's over. “Ok, I trust you oppa. But how is this gonna help? How are oppas gonna help me?”

I take the dildo from her hand and shove her shoulder downward, making her sit on the floor. “First we need to clean this dildo up. Can you say AHA for me princess?” “Use the kitchen towel, it's right….” I stop her and insist, “OPEN. YOUR. MOUTH. BITCH!” Having a hard time keeping my urge to shove my dick in her mouth right away. “DID YOU SWEAR AT ME OPPA!” She shouts, pouty with anger. “Come on Eunchae, just do it. Says one of my friends. “Your bro knows what he is doing.”

Reluctantly she opens her mouth a little, but enough for me to shove my expensive long fat dildo half the way in. Her gag reflex kicks in, she coughs and her eyes bulge trying to take the length. I pull a little out and keep the tip in, giving her a sec to breathe and push again trying to go as deep as I can. After a few thrust she starts retching and her hands that are around my wrist pull me out with all her force.

She starts coughing violently, her tongue comes out making more room to breathe. After a few moments to regain composure she asks “W-WHAT THE HELL O-OPPA? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CHOKE ON THAT?” She keeps coughing from discomfort. “It's called blow job if you are giving and face fuck if you are taking, little sis. It's most likely the very first thing man will make you do when having sex so you have to be good at it.” I explain with a successful grin, my fucking sis have taken the bait.

“S-Sex? This is Sex? I thought they only penetrate your vagina while having sex. That's what is written in the books.” She replies, still gasping for breath. We are dumbfounded that our absolute sex monster of a parent gave birth to a virgin fairy who doesn't even watch porns. She is something else and it's Oppa's job molding her into what she really meant to be. That is, another nympho in society who fucks all and get fucked by everyone else.

“This is called oral sex Eunchae. You see mouth is also a hole and you can fuck any hole with a cock while having sex.” Properly explained by one of my friends. “I didn't know it. Then can you fuck nose and ears too? But that thing won't even fit into those holes.” I facepalm, why the fuck is she embarrassing me like this? My fuck buddies will troll me saying this for a long time. Don't be this innocent, it's straight up stupidity. They start laughing loudly, really amused seeing what a good girl Eunchae is despite her entire family being big time fuckers.

“No Eunchae, you can't fuck nose or ears. Only your mouth, pussy and asshole.” I try to say it with a straight face. “NO, no way that can fit in my ass. It will break me in half. You are joking!” She replies with disbelief. “You will find out soon princess. Let's keep it up.” “No no no, I am not choking on that again!” She tries to fight back but like we care. You have given consent bitch, now your holes are ours.

“Hold her guys.” I signal them. They go and grab her hands, I grab her hairs and yank her head back. “It's time you take it all the way in lil sis!” I lick my lips, ready to train her mouth properly. “No no oppa, I don't wa…. ACKK ACK ACCKK!” I shove the dildo again in her mouth, fucking her face with it. Her gag reflex trying to push it out but like I care. Wasted a lot of time trying to bait her, it's about time I reap the result.

AUGH AGGH AGH AUGH AGGH AUUGH

She is gagging hard on the dildo as I am advancing deeper little by little with each thrust. Her eyes are tearing up, squirming body but it's no use. We hold her steady and eventually the flexible dildo makes it all the way in. Eunchae’s face has turned red from continuous suffocation. Her throat has visibly bulged, looking like a python trying to gulp its food. I grab her buldged neck, “Now that's a hole ready for fucking. Good job princess!” And then promptly pull the dildo out.

AUGH AGHH GUHH AHHH AHH HAA HA

She is trying to catch her breath again. “P-please don't c-choke me on it!” She begs. “Don't worry sis. Your blowjob training is over. Let us go to the next stage!” “W-what now?” She asks. “The main course! Trust me you will have the time of your life soon.” I reply, it's about time I take her cherry.

I start to pull her mini skirt down. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OPPA?” She is dumbfounded. I don't answer, once her skirt is gone I put my hand on her lace panty. “DON’T, YOU’LL MAKE ME NUDE!” She screams. “That’s the whole point here Eunchae. We are gonna fuck you and teach you about your sexuality. Trust me it will be amazing.” I take a breath, giving her time to process the bizarre idea. “But if you want I can stop, don't worry we are not forcing you.” I give her false assurance. “But, are you sure you don't want to get pleasured by so many Oppas? We will treat you like a real queen, Princess Eunchae!”

I pour the poisonous honey in her ears. She should take the bait. If she is anything like my mom and dad or even me, spreading her legs is an easy choice. She looks hesitant, which means she is actually thinking about it. “Come on, you are now an adult Eunchae. Stop thinking like a teen and enjoy life!” Says one of my fuck buddies. “O-OK. LET'S DO IT! I AM NOT A KID ANYMORE. I AM A LADY AND I CAN HANDLE IT!” She shouts in an attempt to encourage herself. “I AM READY!” She clenches her fist in the air!

YESSSSS! A combined group shouts fill the room as we have secured our hunt. “Grab our big lady’s limb and lift her up, boys!” I order my friends who don't hesitate to grab her hands and legs, lifting her in the air. They spread her legs, the little fabric of her slim panty hardly hiding her pussy lips. Her pussy is already wet from the arousal build up. “Look at you getting so wet! Can't wait to get fucked by Oppa? You bad bitch!” I start slapping her pussy loudly, for the first time she starts moaning in response!

SMACK AHH SMACK AAH SMACK AHH

She is moaning with every slap. I stop soon after, grab her panty and tear its string in one strong pull. Behold Eunchae's glistening wet pussy, her milky white swollen folds and pink hole is on full display for her Oppas. Wow, sexy, so hot, oh my fuck, what a bitch, lovely, crazy good; my friends filthy remarks make Eunchae shy. “Don't keep looking, Oppas!” Eunchae says while hiding her embarrassed face behind palms.

My friends’ hands are busy touching and exploring her juicy pussy, moving her folds aside and taking a better look at her needy baby hole. They put their fingers inside her pussy, making her moan even more. Some put their wet fingers in her mouth, making her taste her own juice. Her puckered asshole is clenching from the teasing. We lift her top up, her lace bra can't hide the erected hard nipples. I pull and tear her bra too, her small yet perky boobs come out. Another round of appreciation comes from her Oppas seeing how fuckable she has turned this 18.

No point waiting. I take my baggy pants and boxer off in one go, my 6 inch plus long and 1 inch fat fully erected cock jumps out, standing high with its wet tip. Ready to fuck my sis at last! “THAT'S TOO BIG OPPA! IT WON'T FIT!” Her eyes go wide seeing my girth. We laugh, cause she has no idea exactly what else is going to get in her holes from now on. “Relax Eunchae. It's gonna hurt a little at first but soon you will be at an all time high. Just relax and breathe, ok?” I assure her.

I set my tip at her entrance, rubbing her slit with my tip teasing her more. "PUT IT IN OPPA, I AM READY!” She shouts again gathering courage. I push, my tip barely enters, her virgin hole is so tight. Eunchae is holding her breath for embracing the shock, her face nervous. I push again, now my bulbous tip goes in. AAHHH, a moan comes out of her mouth. One of my hands goes for her boobs, the other goes for mouth muffling her. I chamber my cock back, and pull the trigger to kill her virginity once and for all.

Thanks to all the foreplay from us, her pussy is perfectly lubricated. So with just one powerful thrust I go all the way in kissing her cervix. “MMPHFFM...” her muffled cry makes me so horny. I am in, at last I am in my Eunchae's pussy! It's so tight like biting me off, it's so warm like burning my dick. Actually it's my first time fucking a virgin too, all the other whores I fucked were already used. Her eyes watering up, “Easy Eunchae easy, Oppa is here. The pain will be your pleasure soon!”

I pull my dick all the way out leaving only the tip, fresh blood coating my boy. The iron-like blood and her feminine musky cum smell makes us feel so aroused. I thrust my hip pumping all the way in again, hitting her cervix easily. The on air missionary position helping me to reach so deep in her. “MMF MPH…” Eunchae is crying from the pain of torn hymen and cervix hits as well as the discomfort but sorry lil sis, I don't want to hold back.

I point them to give me her panty and bra back to me. “IT HURTS OPPA, GO SLO MMFP MPHM…..” I don't let her finish the yell as I stuff her mouth with her undies. I start pumping her with full force now, she got a total 8 dick to please tonight. So I can't afford to go sissy on her. Fast and hard is how she can make us happy, her pain or discomfort is temporary anyway. She is bucking her hips in the air, her hands and legs trembling with each thrust. She is crying as the pain and overwhelming pleasure take over her. All the hits on her cervix are making it bruised.

MMPH MFPH MMH MHMM MMFM MMH

Her struggling is clear, her hands on my chest and pushing me back. But I am not slowing down. I nod my bros to hold her tight and start bucking my hips even harder, my finger goes for her erect clit and starts pinching and rubbing it. She starts arching her back on air, trying to pull herself out. She can't take this overwhelming pleasure anymore. I can't care any less.

UUGH UGH UGHH UGGU UGH UGHHH UGH

Her muffled tone change shows she is close. I keep the double assault on her until she starts convulsing and jerking, her pussy almost biting my dick off making it impossible to thrust. Then she cum for the first time in her life, her floodgates open and drench me in her female juice. She cum a lot, watering my belly, balls, dick and her pussy, thigh and belly.

I should just stop and let her enjoy her orgasm, but since when I do the right thing! I pull out her makeshift gags and go for a incestuous kiss, my both hands grabbing under and around her hip keeping her close to my body and in position. My bros put her hand around my neck and let go of her, her legs naturally go around my body. Now she is basically riding me on air.

Aaaaand I thrust up, she is still orgasming making it more stimulating. I am bouncing her body on my dick with my hands while my hip is busy thrusting up. Our lips locked while her body is jerking from mind blowing pleasure. Her head goes back and she barely screams, “OP-PA S-S-STOP H-HURTS AHH AHHH AHH AHHHHH….” But my hip is not listening, seeing my lil cute sis going crazy on my dick makes me want to fuck her even harder. So I go to the sofa and put her on her back.

Without carrying her body weight I feel light like a feather. I put my hand behind her head, start to muffle her by kissing. My hip is going blurry, I am feeling sore in my cock and back muscles. Eunchae's wet pussy bites on my dick again, starts cumming for the 2nd time a few sec after. Her legs scissoring me hard, trying to close the gap between our crotch so that I can’t pump anymore.

HMPH HUMPH HMMPH HMUPH HMPH

Her eyes are hitting the back of her head from extreme pleasure. But it's not saving her as I am close to my climax, making me fuck her like a mad horse. I start groaning loudly, never in my life I got this stimulated, the taboo of fucking my sister who is a virgin and cutie makes me go over the edge. My balls clenching painfully before my orgasm hit me……

My knees go weak. I fell on Eunchae, my head beside her head. Her creamy soft boob pressing against me. Don't have time to appreciate such horny feeling as I am cumming nonstop in her. So much hot jizz has shot inside her, flooding her baby hole, leaking around my dick. My hip is not stopping, like it has a mind of its own. Both of our bodies are trembling from overstimulation, yet I can't stop. My dick is numb, my ball aching from cumming so much. My hands and legs are shaking and for the first time in my life I have lost all energy to thrust one more time.

I just rest on her body regaining breath, then pull out and a big blob of cum gurgles out from her pussy, slowly going down to the sofa under me. I lie beside Eunchae, both of our chest heaving. I ask her somehow, “Did you love it?” “I-IT FU-CKING HURTS O-OPPA!” a weak slap comes flying at my face. I digest it, after all it's my fault she is going through the pain. “Anything else princess?” I ask her knowing no way she doesn't love her first time. “I-IT FEELS F-REAKING GOOD, AAHH…!” Her body convulsing even now, more and more cum making their way out of her idolized swollen pussy.

I recover faster, of course a seasoned fucker got it under control. I stand up, my bloody dick is getting smaller as the orgasm is dying. But not letting that happen. I take my dick to Eunchae's mouth, ”Suck me clean princess!” “W-what? It's bloody and gross Oppa, eeuw!” She tries to move her head but I grab her and shove my cock in. Start face fucking her, after few thrust I go deep throat. My cock makes it way too deep, making her throat bulge and coughing.

Mmmh mmph mmp mphh mmph mmmh

The throat training at the start is coming handy. She is now actively sucking my cock, making it better. I grab her head and use her like a fleshlight for long enough to make me cum again. Each and every thrust made her gag and the depth of her throat sore.

Ropes after ropes of my baby batter painted her mouthpussy, making her choke. She is trying her best to keep her gag reflex away, sucking with enthusiasm to pleasure her Oppa. She is already getting a hang of it. I pull out with a loud plop sound, cum starts to leak at the corner of her lips.

I am spent, absolutely. Never came so much in such a short time. Who knew my ex virgin sis had such amazing holes. Now I notice one of my friend is busy recording the fucking ceremony of Eunchae, I was so focused on her that I didn't notice. “Send all of us a copy of that later bro, gotta keep the momento.” I wink at him and say. I make Eunchae sit, then pull her legs apart and bring them at her shoulder height. Taking a good look at the scene of my breeded sis.

“Oppa is so proud of you, my little wench! You’ll make a perfect little fuck doll, a masterpiece of a cumdump. Oppa will make sure of it!” I shove my dick in her throat few more times holding her legs, my Eunchae looking at me with a fuck me eyes. “I hope it didn't hurt too much. Let Oppas make it up with pleasure for you.” I lewdly say to her, cupping and kissing her mouthpussy. My tongue goes in again tasting both of our juice.

I break my incestuously sexy kiss, then order my fellow fuckers, “Oppas gang, bang your lil sis Eunchae all you want! I am spent, so let me take some rest.” I give Eunchae's small boobs a hard squeeze before moving away giving the line for my friends. They immediately start to undress, each and everyone’s XL and XXL sized cocks are aiming at Eunchae. “S-SO BIG OPPAS, THESE W-WON’T FIT!”

“I am going first.” The friend whose mom I fucked come forward. “Take the phone bro, keep recording.” The one who was recording gives me the phone and goes forward. “What about her ass?” Says the jinxing one. “Later dude, let her take some breath.” I assure him. I gave them one condition that I’ll be the first to taste all her holes first. After that they can fuck her as much as they want, not my problem.

“YOU ARE SO BIG OPPA, DON'T PUSH AAAAAAH….” My motherfucking friend is already at it. “IT HURTS AAAHH SO BIG AHHH YOU ARE BREAKING MY TUMMY AHHH ARGH DON'T HIT MY UTERUS ARGGGH…..” She starts screaming trying to take the 8 inch motherfucking cock of my friend. “Argh this bitch cries too much. Oi, plug her throat.” He signals another one. He walks on the sofa and stands over Eunchae, his bushy crotch and smelly cock in front of her mouth, makes her frowning. “I-IT S-SMELLS AAHH ACKK ACRGG ACK…..”

Of course we don't care about her complaining. Bitches sucks whatever is given to them, sweaty, salty or smelly don't matter. I am filming them fucking my precious little sis Eunchae like those cheap sluts we fucks at group outing. Eunchae would be amazing for streets, she got the talents for it. Should I rent her up after this, that would be so hot. Fuck! My sis fucking every street goons as I rent her up for some extra money does sound like lucrative business plan.

They are taking turns fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time in many different threesome positions. Standing on the sofa, putting her on the arm rest on her belly, on air grabbing her hands and legs, putting her on the tea table on her back, putting her on the ground on all fours; My bros are having the time of their life. It takes around half an hour of nonstop Eunchae fucking before my cock start to feel aroused again. I really emptied my ball back there.

All of them have busted their nuts inside her. Each of them end up breeding her pussy and enjoying their cock in her mouth at least once. They always ended with cumming in her, so she drank and collected enough cum in her pussy and belly to make Oppa proud. Eunchae is now officially the cumdump of me and my bros. We shall free use her like this from now on, anytime and anywhere. The day of her innocence is over with this birthday.

“It's break time guys, let my poor Eunchae catch some breath. She deserves it, went all out for us for her first time.” I say like the responsible older bro that I am. I take some tissue and go to wipe her clean. She is on the floor now, her limbs sprawled wide showcasing her holes. Her pussy is gaped and cummed amply, I am kinda sure the after pill won't work after this. While wiping her wet pussy and sticky lips dry, I imagine how crazy she will look with a preggo belly. Fucking our pregnant Eunchae's big belly would be amazing!

“I-is it over Oppa?” Eunchae says with a weak hoarse voice, clearly exhausted and her voice broken from continues deepthroating in her hour long ordeal. “We are getting a break lil sis. Let all of us catch some air. Come on, sit up.” I pull her up and make her sit, she holds on my leg like a koala and leans her head on my thigh. Man, I would love to fuck that innocent face again but let's keep our words. “Open the Soju guys, it's drinking time.”

For the next hour we sat around on the floor and enjoyed our Soju. All of us are naked, Eunchae sitting beside me leaning on my shoulder, crossing our arms. We drink, share many of our fucking stories. How I forcefully fucked one of our aunt and nobody in our family know it till now, how that friend who love my sis busted his nut everyday thinking of forcing Eunchae, how we once fucked a pretty female police officer double penetrating her in the back alley of a arcade, how Eunchae lusted for sex like any teenagers but were shy about it……

Eunchae in the center of our gossip now. She shares how scary yet adventurous she felt at first when I wanted to fuck her. She says her throat and uterus aching from continues poking of our dicks, but she absolutely craving the pleasure of getting fucked. “Argh my tummy and throat is in pain Oppas, it's painful to even sit or talk straight. But I can't wait to get fucked by you all again. The pleasure is too much, I am going crazy!” She guides my hand into her crotch and moans painfully once I start fingering her.

I have made Eunchae drink for the first time, her face is already flushed. Teaching the lil sis how to fuck, suck and drink is definitely a job for Oppa. Few more shots and she starts talking a little sluggish. She climbs on my lap and starts kissing me deep, our tongue getting twisted together. She is grinding her pussy against the length of my cock, making me rock hard again. “F-FUCK ME AGAIN OPPA ARGGGH….!” She begs me with a growl, our first time drunk Eunchae can't contain her newfound lust.

“Easy lil pussy, there is more than your baby hole that can pleasure you, or us!” I give her my devilish smirk before lifting her up putting my hands under her legs, like when I fucked her on air. “Let's go to the princess’s chamber knights, it's time we give her some through fucking!” I command my council of fucking knights. “KYAAAA, PLEASE FUCK ME OPPA!” She is impatiently humping me, makes a nasal scream while being a little drunk. “Take the dildo.” I tell that to my bros.

We go to her bedroom that's decorated with all the cute and cool things, befitting our princess. I throw her on her bed, her body springs up from the mattress's bounciness. I flip her on her tummy, then bend her legs making her ass go high. I take the dildo from their hand, “Give me the lube.” “What lube? You didn't tell us to bring any!” Damn, I bought the dildo so of course it was my job to buy the lube, why did I even think they’ll bring it. Damn!

After thinking a little while I got an idea. I say to Eunchae, “You don't fuck nose or ears, but asshole. So we will now fuck your ass hole lil sis! IT'S EUNCHAE SODOMIZE TIME!” I say it loudly the hype everyone. “A-SS HOLE? IT WON'T FIT OPPA, YOU WILL TEAR ME APART!” Despite being drunk she still understands the level of pain she will suffer going through this. “Getting broken is part of the process of becoming an adult. Don't worry princess, it won't hurt that much.” I start pulling apart her butt cheeks and puckered ass hole, spitting a big lump. “Come guys, spit her hole. The more the better!”

We start spitting big lumps and I use my finger to smear it inside. Then we spit the soft dildo too. Then I start pressing it. Her asshole is so tight and narrow, even my finger had a hard time poking. “Relax your ass sis, it will hurt if you tense up.” But this only makes her more nervous and her hole tighter. So I proceeded to brute force my way in. I stand up, my friends hold Eunchae's butt steady in the high. I place the dildo on her entrance like a drill and give a hard shove, my body weight behind it. With a puff sound it goes in an inch. “FUUUUUCK! I-IT’S BRE-AKING ME OPPA!” She screams so loud that our ears go deaf.

I don't care about her pain. I start drilling my way in, pulling the dildo up to the tip and then thrust again. Inch by agonizing inch, I am advancing into her asshole. Eunchae's painfully sharp moaning filling the room, “OOH OOOH OOOHHH OH OH OHHHH OHH OOH OOH OHH……” I spit again, my bros pitch in. But our little saliva hardly makes it better for her. By the time I put the entire 7 inch dildo in her ass, she had passed out from the pain. Her body trembling from the intense pain of almost dry sodomization. Blood leaking around the dildo, painting her hole red.

“Someone pee on her face.” To bring her consciousness back of course. No, we don't use water when we have pee to do the job. “Let me do it.” Says that friend who has a crush on her. I hold Eunchae's head still as he starts peeing on her face, his hot smelly jizz brings her back to reality soon. “ARGHHH OHHH AHHHGH….” She starts crying immediately regaining sense, her broken ass is bleeding. It's clear she is in immense pain. I pull the dildo out, it's coated with her blood. She immediately arch her back, her limbs are throwing around from unimaginable pain. “K-KILL ME OPPA, I-I CAN'T T-TAKE THIS P-PAIN ARGHHH….”

She bites down on the pillow to control herself. I signal my bros to bring more soju. I take the bottle to her mouth and say, “Sip it sis, this will help with your pain.” She drinks half of the bottle, getting calmer a little after. “Still wanna fuck? Though it's ok if you want to rest. No force sis.” I give her false assurance again. “Though it's gonna be hard to get fucked like this in future.” I am rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy again to bring the arousal back. My friends are busy messaging her boobs and stimulating her nipples. We are doing this so she gets the bait and agrees.

“OHHH OHHHH AH OH ARGH, DO IT OPPAS. FUCKING KILL ME, FUCK!” My fingering becomes faster until she starts convulsing and cumming again. I nod my bros, we have to strike while the iron is still hot. The 8 inch dick bro goes and plug Eunchae’s mouth deepthroating her, it's my que to claim her ass as the first man ever. I set my dick at her bloody entrance, look at her slutty face getting fucked, grab one of her legs at my shoulder and shove it in. Slowly but surely I shove it all the way into her ass on my first go.

Poor Eunchae starts shaking again from the pain. My cock is soaked in her blood, now working like lube. Both of us fucking her in two front, showing her no mercy. She is throwing her legs while her hands clawing the bed cover to cope with the onslaught. My friends are cheering from the sideline, the recording and continued insult toward my bitch of a lil sis makes me satisfied. That's the fucking young daughter this family deserve. “HOW IS OPPA’S COCK UP IN YOUR ASS, LIL SIS?” I shout from excitement.

MMMPHF MFPH MPHHF MMPH MMMFP

She responds with whimpers as her throat is still plugged in. Soon that friend of mine pull out and cum on her face and boobs. No we don't give her any time to even catch breath as the next one shoves his dick right away, claiming the princess one more time. Meanwhile my cock is so red from her blood, it must have tattered her anal skin further. With every thrust she keeps jerking like a toy. Her tightness of young and virgin ass soon push me to the edge.

“ARGGG ARGH TAKE MY SEED YOU WHORE!” I start cumming again, though not as much as the first time but still enough that when I pull out my cum mixed with her blood start oozing out. I jump towards her face, throw the one face fucking her and shove my bloody cock down her throat. “TASTE YOUR BLOODY ASSHOLE YOU FUCKING BITCH!” I keep thrusting until she makes my cock clean of any blood. I pull out and throw her head back, she has started to cry from the abuse but who cares. I move aside and my bros flocks in like hyenas to feast.

“She is all yours, use her as you wish guys.” I give the green signal for free using her. One of them immediately lie down, his leg hanging outside. Others make Eunchae sit on him as he guides his cock into her pussy which was dripping with her own juice. Another one forces his cock up her ass and starts double penetrating her. “I-IT HURTS OPPA B-BUT I L-LOVE IT AAARGGGH FUUUUUCK MEEE ACK ACK ACKKK…..!” She screams from the pleasure of getting broken. She is sweating like a geyser while the air conditioner is running, which goes to show how much of an ordeal it is. Her whole sweaty body adding new layer of hotness.

Yet, my bitch lil sis Eunchae doesn't want to stop. For a domestic bitch she is a real piece of art. They are fucking her bloody, she is screaming from agonizing pain but none can stop her pursuit of sexual pleasure. They plug her deepthroating again, she is now having sex in the perfect threesome position. Feeling proud that I have turned her into a perfect slut. My bros are having a hard time lasting, most ending up cumming within 5 min of sex. The next one coming and filling the gap just to last even less.

Same goes for Eunchae, her pussy is like a faucet. She is now convulsing too often, cumming and even peeing with every thrust. They push their penis all the way in and she starts pissing, they pull out and she stops. They go in and she starts pissing again. Like their dicks are the key to this fuck doll. They insert the key she sprouts piss, they pull out and she stops.

Soon they can't even last a min inside her. Her masochistic pleasure makes everyone too horny to last long. They flip her, now the one lying under her is fucking her ass while the one standing fucking her pussy. “FUCK, I CAN'T KEEP FUCKING THIS CUNT ANY LONGER!” Says the jinxing friend before creampie her pussy once again. I move his gasping body aside and enter her gaping sticky pussy again, they cummed so much that my cock basically pumping those out. “Look at you bad girl getting cummed so many times. Do you want a baby that bad you lil piece of fucking pussy! She whimpers in answer but I dunno what that means.

“GEEZ, SHE IS TOO LOOSE NOW! Oi bro, let's put two cocks in her pussy.” I says that to the one who was fucking her ass lying under. We both angle our cock in front of her slit and enter one after another. My cock is over while he is under, stretching her pussy to the point it will never get closed completely. The one fucking her mouth pull out cumming and then Eunchae's inhuman scream comes out, “U-UMMA A-APPA SAVE M-MEE SS-SAVE ME ARGGGH….” For the first time she screams with fear and rejects the sex, it's too much for her to handle.

“Wow, calm down sis. You are making me sound like we are forcing you. Remember you gave us consent? Haha” I laugh back at her stupidity but who cares. A fuck doll will get fucked until she can't be fucked anymore. No room for complaints. I choke her neck, cutting air making her face red. We are rhythmically double pistoning her baby hole. The friction of our cocks and the insanely tightness of her stretched pussy makes me orgasm. With a primal roar I cum once again inside my sis’s overused and over stretched pussy. Blood and cum leaking out, her body convulsing once again as she squirts and pisses all over me.

“ARGH FUCK, YOU ARE SUCH A NASTY LITTLE FILTHY BITCH!” I start slapping her pussy every time she pisses from thrust, her pussy lips become black from bruises. After enough torturing I stop, my hand aching so her pussy is numb for sure. “That will ease your pain, hehehehe!” Like fighting fire with fire. “Be at ease bros, our sis is completely broken now. Let's go solo from now on, one at a time enjoying ourselves taking our time.” I give my poor Eunchae some ease as the caring older brother.

After that we fucked her solo for the rest of the night until dawn arrive. Claiming her pussy, impaling her asshole and face fucking her one after another is the norm now, it's her reality from here on. Kissing, biting and hitting her as we feel fit need no description. I fucked her few more times, she is now hardly moving or making sounds. Only occasional groan and whimpers leaving her overused mouthpussy. While her real pussy is dripping with cum and piss. Her eyes are turning upward with every thrust. Be it mind or body, Eunchae is nothing but a broken girl through and through.

We end up our mega serial of fucking Eunchae drama at the dawn. Everyone was exhausted, Eunchae passed out from the night long ordeal. But like any epic, this one needs a grand finale. I put her on my shoulder and take her to the bathroom and slap her back to reality. “RISE AND SHINE YOU FUCKING PRINCESS!” I put her on the ground leaning against the shower glass. She wakes up looking at me with weak eyes. “W-what Oppa?”

“IT’S GOLDEN SHOWER TIME!” And we start pissing on her face, open mouth and body. 8 men's pisses together is like a shower, drenching her completely. She tries to hide her face behind hand so I yank her head pulling her hair and shove my cock back in her throat and start pissing directly in her food pipe. The gurgling sound comes out as she tries not to drink but I go all the way in to make sure she drinks all of it. I pull out and other make her drink all of their piss, turning my lil sis into a public urinal.

“WHO IS OPPA’S URINAL EUNCHAE? SAY IT!” I yank her piss drenched face close to me, “M-ME O-OPPA HUURK HURK HA HURK……” She can hardly finish and start vomiting out everything in her belly. Well it's mostly piss, cum and soju as mucus like white semen is floating in her piss. “EEUW, YOU ARE SUCH A NASTY BITCH EUNCHAE.” I lightly stom on her tummy making her vomit even harder. Her coin sized gaped pussy and permanently gaped asshole discharging blood and cum too. Getting mix with the water as I am spraying water on her.

The fucking Birthday ceremony of Eunchae is over. My friends clean themselves a little and takes their leave one by one, thanking me for the fucking hospitality. I get back to my senseless Eunchae whom I left in the dry bathtub. I carefully clean the sticky semen, blood, piss, vomit and sweat from her body. After half an hour she is as new as she was yesterday morning, like the innocent virgin she was. I dress her up in her trousers and tuck her under the sheet in my bed. She got a fever from the torturing lovemaking with 8 Oppas, it's expected.

“Here Eunchae, take these pills.” I give her a painkiller and an after pill with a glass of water. She takes them before lying on my bed, her eyes get teary. “Oppa,” She asks softly, “I am scared! Am I a bad girl now?” She looks sad. “You are the all Korea bad girl now Eunchae. You are literally the most sexually free girl. Imagine all the amazing fuck you will have in future, how many man will taste your pussy! You ought to be the happiest, YOU LIL BITCH!” I assure her by giving her the courage to walk the life of a shameless nympho slut.

“I got to clean our rooms sis. We made a mess in the living room and yours, remember?” I give her head a kiss and stand up. But suddenly I remember that I need strength to do all these cleaning. Fuck it, I pull my pant and bring my dick out. “But first recharge Oppa, little bitch.” “NO NO WAIT OP….” I thrust all the way in and start fucking her face slowly. “AHHH AHH AH YOU ARE RECHARGING OPPA LIKE A FAST CHARGER, AHHH!” I start pumping harder and faster deepthroating her once again.

MMPH MFPH MMMPFH MMFPH MMPH

Some morning crows fly away from the disturbing sound of Eunchae's sexual treatment by her Oppa. Well she better get used to it, sluts can't choose their fuck but only enjoy getting fucked, kekeke…….

Epilogue:

It's been nearly 3 months since her fucking birthday party. My sis have turned into a obedient lil slut who fucks me and my fuckbuddies without any pay. She gets fucked often, enjoying the cunty lifestyle wholeheartedly. She is making my life a breeze, like the other day I passed an exam gifting Eunchae to my professor for a night. Fucking a young tender meat like her earned me a lot of credits. Like the rest of her family members she is also such a nympho bitch!

But, today she literally sprinted to the toilet from her room. I follow behind her to find out the issue. Her head was spinning and vomiting, “Oppa?” She asks weakly. A quick pregnancy test comes positive. Yeah, we shouldn't have done it raw that day. A single pill didn't save her from getting bred after so much cum filling her womb. “Oppa what now?” She asks cutely, slumping on my lap. “It’s ok Eunchae, Oppa shall take you for abortion soon so don't worry. You just enjoy being the cunt you are destined to be.” I start kissing her deep, my tongue melting her mouth and making her forget everything else…….

We have just arrived at the party, we are a little late. Eunchae made a fuss on the way for her dress, sometimes she can be so stingy argh! Anyway, it's one of my new friend’s marriage party, it's a pretty big venue. Eunchae wearing a sexy stylish costume with curves and cuts in all the right places. Like any normal party we enjoyed it halfway through. I went to socialize with others, leaving her to enjoy. When I come back, she is gone.

I know exactly what she is going to do. So after hastily looking for her I find her outside the venue in the garden, already giving a chad looking middle aged gentle man blowjob. She is taking his cock all the way in, deepthroating with such skill and ease. “You are at it again you nympho bitch!” I ask her, startling the dude. “D-DO YOU know her? Look, it's not what you are thinking. I am not forcing her. She herself is…..” I don't let him finish, “Relax dude, that's my lil sis Eunchae. She is a nympho so don't worry. Enjoy yourself and try not to cum too early!”

I pat him in the back. Eunchae pulls her head out with a gahh sound, she is blowing his shaft with both hands. “I’ll be there soon for the dance bro, give me half an hour Mmph mmphf mmphh….” And she immediately starts choking her on his cock taking it back in deepthroating herself.

She is now a fuck to reckon with. Nobody is safe from my Nympho bitch, there is nothing she can do or no one she can't fuck for sexual pleasure…..

"AH FUCK, TAKE MY SEED YOU STUPID CHEAP SLUT!" The man shout and grab her head cumming, cum starts leaking out at the corner of her lips. Eunchae take her head back with a plop sound, then licks her own lip clean saying, "You are fucking delicious, daddy!" Her slutty expression can take any men on his knee. She lift her dress exposing the open slit laced black lingerie for him, "What are you waiting for?" Her voice is full of lust. She is far from ending this, her sex session have just started.

THE END UP YOUR HOLES 🖕

+1 Eunchae × Karina pic from the only one dedicated aespa smut writer.

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Ride my thigh - N. Hischier

6 days of kinkmas

pairing: Nico Hischier x girlfriend!reader

summary: Nico's girlfriend has a thing for his thigh and he knows what to do with that

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), thigh riding, swear words

words: 2.0k

note: happy december guys!🎄

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It was a casual day. Nico had only a morning skate and for the rest of the day he was yours. You’ve talked about this the night before and decided to decorate your apartment for the upcoming Christmas. That’s why, he drove with Jack for training so you could pick him up and go to buy a Christmas tree. You’ve been excited since you woke up and said goodbyes with him. It was your first Christmas together and wanted to make them perfect. Nico didn’t care about it, knowing that he won’t be feeling the Christmas spirit with the schedule he has but he wanted to make you happy. 

You made a list with things to do that you planned for today while eating breakfast. When the clock hit 11AM, you grabbed your purse and Nico’s car keys and drove to the rink. When you parked the car, you sent him a message that you’re waiting for him. After a couple of minutes, he left the building and started walking to the car. You quickly stepped out of the car to greet him and change positions. Nico always was a driver and you were his passenger princess. When he turned the engine, you connected to the car radio and played a Christmas song. 

“You’re truly excited for Christmas”. Nico jokes, placing his hand on your thigh.

“Yes! I love Christmas, since I was a kid it was my favorite holiday and I’m just happy that I can share it with my favorite person this year”. You turned to look at him. You saw that his cheeks become red at your confession. “Aren’t you excited too?”

“Yeah, I guess. I haven’t spent Christmas with my family in a long time and I just don’t feel it the way you feel it babe”. He admitted.

“That’s why I’m here to remind you how magical time it is”. You grabbed his hand and kissed it.

You saw that Nico doesn’t feel comfortable talking about this so you changed topic and asked him how the training went. He talked all the drive about it and you were happy to listen to his rambling. He wasn’t the most talkative person and every time he spoke more than two sentences, it made you smile that he was finally getting out of his shield. Ten minutes later, he parked in front of the shop and went to open your door. You thanked him and grabbed his hand going to buy Christmas lights and Christmas tree baubles. 

You loved the color theme of red and green. If you could, you would decorate the whole apartment in those colors but you didn’t want to overwhelm Nico. You agreed to buy white lights and colorful tree baubles. He thought it’s gonna end here but you saw the whole alley with Christmas ornaments and you lost it. It was your type of candy store. You started throwing into the cart figures of reindeers and Santa statues to decorate the living room and bedroom. 

Nico had to drag you out of the store, positive that if you could, you would buy everything. He packed all the things in the trunk and drove to a place where you can buy a Christmas tree. You didn’t want to push him into anything crazy, knowing that you crossed the line at the store with the decorations. 

“You can pick the tree”. You said.

“Why?” Nico was confused, he knew how excited you were to pick the Christmas tree.

“I don’t want to make Christmas all about myself. It’s our Christmas, that's why you can pick whatever tree you want. I’ll be happy with anything you decide to buy”. 

Nico didn't say anything, only nodded. None of you spoke during this ride. Nico was concentrating on the road processing your words. You were thinking about where to place the decorations around the apartment. Twenty minutes went by and Nico opened the door for you. You were too focused to even realise that you arrived. You undo a passenger belt and step out. Again, you grabbed his hand and let him guide you around this place. 

You saw many good options but haven’t said anything. It’s Nico’s pick not yours you had been repeating in your head all the time. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and pointed to the Christmas tree. It wasn’t a big tree, only a little bit taller than Nico but it was super lush. You fell in love with this tree and immediately agreed with him on this choice.

After two hours of running errands, you returned to the apartment. You placed all the decorations on the kitchen island while Nico went with the Christmas tree to the living room. You found a perfect spot for the tree in a corner between the window and tv screen. When you two were done with this, you went to the bedroom to change into something comfortable. You put on one of his shirts and sweatpants. He announced to you that he’s gonna take a shower and then he’ll be all yours. You nodded and went to the living room.

You turned on the tv and put youtube on with the imitation of the fireplace to make the vibe. You placed the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the speaker to play Christmas music. You wanted to play “Last Christmas'" or “All I want for Christmas is you” but instead played Sabrina Carpenter EP “Fruitcake” with more modern Christmas songs. When you finished, you went to unpack the ornaments from the bag. Nico went out of the bedroom and you froze over how hot he looked.

He wore one of the old Jersey’s shirts and those slutty shorts that were showing his thighs. You started drooling over it and looked at his legs. They were so big and muscular. Especially his thighs. You always had a kink on them but never addressed them to him, thinking it might sound weird. That was your little secret. Nico’s laugh brought you back to reality.

“I have eyes here babe”. He went to you and hugged you from behind. He placed a kiss on your neck and you turned all red that you’ve been caught. 

“I know”. You said nervously trying to change the topic. “I think we should start with decorating the tree and later do the rest of the apartment”.

“Whatever you want, I’ll follow your lead”. He kissed your cheek and grabbed the lights. You took the Christmas tree baubles and went after him. 

You spent an hour decorating the tree and placing everything to look perfect. During this you laughed and joked about this. It was entertaining for both of you and you were grateful that Nico hadn’t felt that he’s doing this as punishment. He was slowly getting the Christmas spirit. With time, he was singing the songs with you. Despite it, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good his thighs look. You caught yourself looking at them when he was focused on something different. 

At least this is what you thought. Nico was perfectly aware of the fact that you was drooling at his thighs. He always felt that you’re having a thing for them because you loved placing your hand on them and squeezing them. That’s when he came up with a great plan of how to pleasure you. When you were done with the tree, you wanted to go to the kitchen to grab other decorations and Nico grabbed your hand and stopped you.

He placed his lips on your and started kissing you passionately. You moaned and when your lips were open, he placed his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues were fighting for dominance. After a couple of seconds you pulled out of each other to catch a breath. Before you could do anything, Nico sat on the couch and pushed you so you sat up on his lap. He started kissing you again with more eagerness. 

He started going with kisses down your cheeks and jawline. You pushed your head behind and he kissed your neck, biting the soft spot near your left ear. You started whimpering while he was doing it. You grabbed his shirt to take it off but he stopped you.

“Babe, do you trust me?” He asked but you were scared of where this is going.

“Y-yes”. 

“Ride my thigh”. Nico said casually and you gave him big eyes, shocked at his words. He laughed at your reaction. “I saw how you’re always looking at them. I know that you found them attractive, you’re not so gentle about it so use them”.

“But… I don’t know how. Never done it before”. You said shyly.

“Sit on my right thigh and just ride it. I’ll help you”.

You obeyed him and sat on his right thigh. You slowly started to move around them feeling the wetness in your panties. Nico started to take off your shirt and saw that you don’t wear a bra. She started playing with your boobs, sucking your nipples. Your moves became more rapid but your sweatpants were annoying you. You stood up and Nico gave you a weird look.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, concerned.

“I need to get rid of my sweatpants. I want to feel you skin to skin”. You said while taking them off. 

“Dirty girl”. He grabbed your waist and pushed you back on his thigh. You moaned at the feeling and he smiled at this sign.

You started moving around his thigh again, this time the pleasure was bigger. Every time your clit was going around his leg you felt like you might cum in a moment. Nico came back to kissing your chest, hands still on your waist. You felt so dirty by doing this but also felt so good. It was different than always but his thigh was incredible. You never thought that riding his thigh might give you such pleasure. You were moaning his name like crazy. With time your moves slowed down and he saw it.

“Already tired?” Nico joked. 

“Yeah but it feels too good to stop”. You admitted.

“Let me help you”. 

Nico grabbed your hips and started moving your body. You placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady when he was doing all the work. You were moaning into his ear and he swore this was music to his ears. He could listen to your whimpers all day. This made him sure that he’s making you feel so good. The feeling of your pussy dragging along his thigh was spectacular. You could feel that his leg it’s getting wet from your juices but you didn’t care.

“Oh Nico, I’m so close. Don’t stop”. You begged him.

“Haven’t planned this”. He kissed your cheek and started moving his thigh with your body so you could get your release. You started moving your hips faster with Nico’s hands still on them. You threw your head behind, the feeling was overwhelming you. 

“Nico!” You screamed when the orgasm hit you. Nico hadn’t stopped moving. He helped you to ride out the climax. When you laid on him, he immediately placed his hands on your back and pushed you closer to his chest. You saw that the end of his short had a wet spot and laughed at the sign. 

He was caressing your hair with his right hand while the left one was still on your lower back. “Shh, you did amazing babe”. He whispered into your ear like it was a secret. 

Nico grabbed a blanket that was laying on the couch and placed it around you when he felt you shivering from the cold. He picked you up with ease and went to the bathroom to run a bath. He helped you clean up while still whispering cute things into your ear. 

“We need to do it again. Your thigh is incredible”. You said and he laughed. “Not as great as your hands or cock but good”.

“Anytime babe”. Nico kissed your forehead.

[lizardho]

I think the worst day I had as a missionary is hard to pin down – for comedy bad day stories, I like to talk about my cute companion who ripped three pairs of pants in one day because his ass was so fat. Literally, two in the morning, we missed 3 appointments in the afternoon because people kept cancelling on us, and we ended up far away from home visiting “Less Actives” in the downtown area. We find a family who says we can come in once their dad get home, and we sit down to wait for the dad to get in and RIIIPPP goes the third pair of slacks this man wore that day. I hand him my suit jacket and he wraps it around his waist like a bashful adolescent who just started his period at an inconvenient time. We catch a ride home on a bus and ended up home an hour early. He cried for like 30 minutes while stitching up his pants, and I got to rest a lot more than expected that day. We ordered a 4-cheese pizza and went to bed early that night, having walked probably 5-6 miles that day knocking doors and getting turned away.

Another bad day was the day the Mexico City Temple was re-opening. It was a funny experience for me because the evening before I was contacted by the Mission President and told that an elder in our district had confessed some serious sins to him and that those sins precluded him from going to the temple. The MP told me that nobody in this elder’s ward could get time off to babysit him so he was begging one of us – I didn’t want to go to the temple, it was a crappy way to spend a P-Day in my opinion, so I told the MP I’d do it. I spent the day eating popsicles and napping with an elder who, in between Bolis and naps, would shakily and tearfully confess that no fewer than half of his companions had secret phones they used to watch porn, hire prostitutes, and buy drugs. This was bewildering to me since I had been Trying So Hard my whole mission and had always felt inadequate, and these elders who were doing better than me and more respected than me were somehow out here fucking, doing drugs, and jorkin’ it.

I was actually in a “Punishment Area” at the time because in my last area one of my life-threateningly attractive companions had gone into the homes of widows to repair their electrical wirings (he was a trained electrician prior to going on a mission.) Being alone in the home of an 80-year-old widow with failing lights was “against the rules” to the extent that me mandaron a la goma, and some handful of guys I’d been told to view as role models were out here breaking actual laws and shit. Of course, I knew in my heart of hearts that I was in this area because of the Deep Evil that Lay Within My Heart (wanting to kiss Elder Electrician on his stupid himbo lips) but my MP could not have known that, just like he didn’t know that the guys he was making Zone Leaders were getting their dicks sucked and snorting cocaine. That honestly felt outrageous to me.

I feel like the stereotypical “worst day” of a mission is the last day – they take you to the airport in a big van, all melancholy and nostalgic. We sang on our drive to the airport – elders and sisters tearfully sang or hummed hymns together. I was deadpan the whole time, it was such a relief to be going home. For me the worst part of the day was the relief – the release of pressure. The pressure to perform, to be “on,” to be at your best, is omnipresent for elders. I was the only person flying to Phoenix, so for the first time in two years I felt a release from that pressure. Nobody was scrutinizing me, I no longer felt that every thought, action, and feeling was being evaluated and judged as a sign of my true character. It was hard to realize, a the pressure let up, that I had been holding all that weight for two years without knowing when it had started. I remember getting confused in Customs and needing someone who spoke Spanish to talk to me because I kept forgetting words in English. I remember getting home and my family waiting for me and feeling like it was all finally done, finally over, I could finally breath. It didn’t feel bad, but it did feel heavy. And it definitely was not the worst day of my mission.

The actual worst day of my mission, though, was about 5 months in. At the 6-month mark I was expected to make a long trip down to an area of town near La Basilica de Guadalupe to submit my visa paperwork, and the mission office had sent me an extra $500 MX to use for transportation costs. When I withdrew the money they had sent for the month, I noticed it was higher than expected. My companion, a senior companion and district leader, had the cell phone. He was talking to another elder while he waited for me to withdraw my monthly deposit. I approached and asked if I could use the cell phone to call the mission office, as I had questions. He said “no,” and ignored me. I waited until the conversation ended and asked again, and again, angrily, he said, “No.” I said “Elder, relax, I just need to call the mission office to see why they sent me more this month than usual.” His face turned red as he realized other elders were watching the exchange occur. He handed me the phone, I called and was told the money was for transportation costs, and laughingly returned the phone to my companion. He took it, told the other elders he needed to tie his shoe but they could head on over to the District Meeting, and waited until they were out of eyesight. Once that was done, he grabbed me hard by the wrist, dragged me into a hidden corner out of earshot from others, and said, “If you ever disrespect me or my authority again I swear to God I will kill you.”

I was actually shocked. This guy had spent the last month and a half being SUPER nice to me, so I thought he was kidding and I was just confused. I laughed and said “Haha, yeah, your authority over the cell phone is sacred,” and tried to walk away but he didn’t let go of my wrist. He pulled me back and said “I will literally slit your throat if you ever talk to me like that again. As senior companion my authority over YOU is sacred, and I will not let God be mocked by you.”

I realized that he was serious. Like, actually threatening-my-life serious. I could see it in his eyes, I could feel it in the way he squeezed tighter on my wrist. In actuality, the idea seems laughable now. The guy was absolutely chickenshit. He cried if his shits were too hard, he couldn’t end a human life, but I still didn’t let myself fall asleep first for the rest of our time together. And I still hid the two knives we had in a different area while he was showering the next morning.

If I’m being honest though, even that wasn’t the worst day of my mission. That was bad, and each subsequent time he told me he was going to cut my throat for minor infractions against his God-Given Authority Over Me (like not wearing a belt for morning scripture study, or not taking the path he thought was best to get to a lesson) was a bad day. Every P-Day where he read my emails over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t telling my parents about how he was treating me, every day he told me that the ward members would never believe me over him, every day he put me down in front of other elders and they laughed in agreement, every day he was in a bad mood and took it out on me was a bad day. But the worst day was the day I told the mission president about it. I told him about the threats to my life, his temper, his physical abuse, hiss manipulation and rule-breaking, and the mission president told me “The time to tell me this was 6 months ago. The time to forgive him and focus on your own failings is now.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as confused or betrayed as I did then. Like, man oh man, that was a rough thing to hear, but as the day went on I kept feeling more and more confused and scared – had I misinterpreted everything? Had I miscommunicated something in telling the story? Had I not been objective enough in recounting the threats against my life? Was it true that a senior companion actually had the authority to hurt me if I went against his authority? Was I wrong the whole time? I had no idea, to be honest, but it was bewildering.

Knowing now what I wish I had known then, I would have done things differently. But in the moment, on a mission, knowing that my biggest reason for going on a mission was the hope that the Spirit of God, which hymns told me burns like fire, would burn the faggot out of my heart. I think I felt like I deserved it. Like somehow that elder knew the evil I was hiding and felt compelled by God’s power to hurt me. I think that’s what made it so hard to defend myself in the moment – I did not have that problem with other elders. The companion who told me we were gonna wrestle to settle an argument lost three consecutive matches and pouted about it for like a week. The elder who threatened to punch me for making a joke at his expense got knocked on his ass just for raising his fist. But this elder got into my head first, and that made it hard to fight against it. Instead of fighting against it, I just silently lived with actual, verifiable, diagnosed, by-the-book, DSM-5-TR Posttraumatic Stress Disorder because I thought I deserved it. It took consistent supervision of my clinical work revealing countertransference with Male LDS clients (I consistently discussed addressing shame in a client’s presentation where no shame or discomfort had been reported), an awkward conversation with @inbabylontheywept after an even more awkward dinner with a cousin who vaguely reminds me of that companion, and a bad acid trip where I had visceral flashbacks to my mission, before I was able to realize that I was living with a pain that was as abnormal as it was unnecessary.

Even once I realized it, even once I got help, it was hard. I remember telling jokes about what happened to my therapist and seeing her jaw just…drop. She said she didn’t know it had been that dangerous for me. The session ended and he sent me the PCL-5 (a good, evidence-based, highly face-valid measure for PTSD) and some other measure for dissociative symptoms and I was like “Girl, I just took this class, I know what you’re trying to measure and this ain’t it.” I reported my symptoms accurately and was fully prepped to confront her the next session. She showed me my scores and the norms used, and I was like “Oh fuck, this looks really bad on paper,” and she was like “Yeah, I can’t imagine living like this” and I just sobbed for most of that session. We ended up doing 9 months of TF-CBT and ACT (largely because I am a terrible and uncooperative patient, realistically I think I could have been done in like 5-6 months if I wasn’t so stubborn) before I was discharged from treatment successfully.

The thing that was so weird about starting therapy for PTSD was that it made things feel worse for a while. I started taking edibles a lot more. I started behaving differently around family members and Mormons. I started being outright hostile to elders I could see. It took about 3 months before I could see the missionaries and not have an actual fight-or-flight response to their presence. I think the way I had made it a far as I did without getting treatment was by repressing the thoughts, feelings, and memories that made it all hurt, and a soon as I let them just be there it was like all the confusing aching hurt came back. The first few months of therapy were just spent expanding the amount of time I could feel that hurt before turning to other means (like dissociation, cannabis, repression, etc.) so I could actually address the experiences without crashing the rest of the day. It was hard. I know I ended several sessions sweating a LOT from the exertion it took to just let the feelings happen. By 6 months, however, I could go into a church building without blacking out from panic. By 9 months I could sit in the same room as elders without sweating and shaking like a chihuahua on Adderall. 3 months after therapy and me and my supervisors noticed that my work with Mormon men had improved substantially. 6 months after therapy and I was able to begin writing anonymous stories online. Now, about two years after completing therapy, I feel like I can talk about it without needing the cloak of anonymity, and that is empowering.

Again, I am not sure why I’m typing these stories out – they’re not fun to write, I don’t love that my family can find these posts, but I guess I just like to remind myself and others that it can always get better. That mind numbing platitude, the old thought-terminating cliché that “it gets better, just power through it” doesn’t give enough credit to how much it hurts to get through it, but it does get better. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. The triggers can go away with time, great effort, significant expense, and a lot of discomfort. The world can feel safe again, the hurt can feel bearable, that nagging worry that I might have deserved this, or that I did something wrong, can eventually go away too. It’s not easy to do it, and I have an incredible respect for the patients of mine who can pull it off, but it is undeniably as doable a it is difficult. If this story resonates with anyone, if it feels close-to-home, if these experiences feel shared, just know that the relief I talked about can feel shared too. Know that it’s worth it to get the help, that you deserve the help, that you deserve to live a life that doesn’t hurt you, that you deserve to be a full person and not a living prison for the pain and memories. Know that healing yourself does not involve extending forgiveness to Them, whoever They are. That the pain you felt will not be made less important by making the pain less potent. Know that taking care of yourself now is, in a way, taking care of yourself then. And Please, with a capital P, take care of yourselves.

Thank you to my family, especially my immediate family (special shout outs to @flowerologists and @inbabylontheywept) for the support and patience with me as I dealt with this.

Thank you to my therapist, Jordin Borques, who I recommend highly to anyone seeking trauma therapy in Arizona.

Thank you to my wife, @cintailed, for being the push that got me into therapy, and for taking care of me at my worst and still being here with me.

Thanks to my mission president for being such a colossal disappointment to Christianity that my departure from the church was inevitable.

And a general thanks to the queers for being so cute and making life worth living, even on bad days.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Harpercollins wants authors to sign away AI training rights

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/18/rights-without-power/#careful-what-you-wish-for

Rights don't give you power. People with power can claim rights. Giving a "right" to someone powerless just transfers it to someone more powerful than them. Nowhere is this more visible than in copyright fights, where creative workers are given new rights that are immediately hoovered up by their bosses.

It's not clear whether copyright gives anyone the right to control whether their work is used to train an AI model. It's very common for people (including high ranking officials in entertainment companies, and practicing lawyers who don't practice IP law) to overestimate their understanding of copyright in general, and their knowledge of fair use in particular.

Here's a hint: any time someone says "X can never be fair use," they are wrong and don't know what they're talking about (same goes for "X is always fair use"). Likewise, anyone who says, "Fair use is assessed solely by considering the 'four factors.'" That is your iron-clad sign that the speaker does not understand fair use:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/27/nuke-first/#ask-questions-never

But let's say for the sake of argument that training a model on someone's work is a copyright violation, and so training is a licensable activity, and AI companies must get permission from rightsholders before they use their copyrighted works to train a model.

Even if that's not how copyright works today, it's how things could work. No one came down off a mountain with two stone tablets bearing the text of 17 USC chiseled in very, very tiny writing. We totally overhauled copyright in 1976, and again in 1998. There've been several smaller alterations since.

We could easily write a new law that requires licensing for AI training, and it's not hard to imagine that happening, given the current confluence of interests among creative workers (who are worried about AI pitchmen's proclaimed intention to destroy their livelihoods) and entertainment companies (who are suing many AI companies).

Creative workers are an essential element of that coalition. Without those workers as moral standard-bearers, it's hard to imagine the cause getting much traction. No one seriously believes that entertainment execs like Warner CEO David Zaslav actually cares about creative works – this is a guy who happily deletes every copy of an unreleased major film that had superb early notices because it would be worth infinitesimally more as a tax-break than as a work of art:

https://collider.com/coyote-vs-acme-david-zaslav-never-seen/

The activists in this coalition commonly call it "anti AI." But is it? Does David Zaslav – or any of the entertainment execs who are suing AI companies – want to prevent gen AI models from being used in the production of their products? No way – these guys love AI. Zaslav and his fellow movie execs held out against screenwriters demanding control over AI in the writers' room for 148 days, and locked out their actors for another 118 days over the use of AI to replace actors. Studio execs forfeited at least $5 billion in a bid to insist on their right to use AI against workers:

https://sites.lsa.umich.edu/mje/2023/12/06/a-deep-dive-into-the-economic-ripples-of-the-hollywood-strike/

Entertainment businesses love the idea of replacing their workers with AI. Now, that doesn't mean that AI can replace workers: just because your boss can be sold an AI to do your job, it doesn't mean that the AI he buys can actually do your job:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/25/accountability-sinks/#work-harder-not-smarter

So if we get the right to refuse to allow our work to be used to train a model, the "anti AI" coalition will fracture. Workers will (broadly) want to exercise that right to prevent AI models from being trained at all, while our bosses will want to exercise that right to be sure that they're paid for AI training, and that they can steer production of the resulting model to maximize the number of workers than can fire after it's done.

Hypothetically, creative workers could simply say to our bosses, "We will not sell you this right to authorize or refuse AI training that Congress just gave us." But our bosses will then say, "Fine, you're fired. We won't hire you for this movie, or record your album, or publish your book."

Given that there are only five major publishers, four major studios, three major labels, two ad-tech companies and one company that controls the whole ebook and audiobook market, a refusal to deal on the part of a small handful of firms effectively dooms you to obscurity.

As Rebecca Giblin and I write in our 2022 book Chokepoint Capitalism, giving more rights to a creative worker who has no bargaining power is like giving your bullied schoolkid more lunch money. No matter how much lunch money you give that kid, the bullies will take it and your kid will remain hungry. To get your kid lunch, you have to clear the bullies away from the gate. You need to make a structural change:

https://chokepointcapitalism.com/

Or, put another way: people with power can claim rights. But giving powerless people more rights doesn't make them powerful – it just transfers those rights to the people they bargain against.

Or, put a third way: "just because you're on their side, it doesn't follow that they're on your side" (h/t Teresa Nielsen Hayden):

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/19/gander-sauce/#just-because-youre-on-their-side-it-doesnt-mean-theyre-on-your-side

Last month, Penguin Random House, the largest publisher in the history of human civilization, started including a copyright notice in its books advising all comers that they would not permit AI training with the material between the covers:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/19/gander-sauce/#just-because-youre-on-their-side-it-doesnt-mean-theyre-on-your-side

At the time, people who don't like AI were very excited about this, even though it was – at the utmost – a purely theatrical gesture. After all, if AI training isn't fair use, then you don't need a notice to turn it into a copyright infringement. If AI training is fair use, it remains fair use even if you add some text to the copyright notice.

But far more important was the fact that the less that Penguin Random House pays its authors, the more it can pay its shareholders and executives. PRH didn't say it wouldn't sell the right to train a model to an AI company – they only said that an AI company that wanted to train a model on its books would have to pay PRH first. In other words, just because you're on their side, it doesn't follow that they're on your side.

When I wrote about PRH and its AI warning, I mentioned that I had personally seen one of the big five publishers hold up a book because a creator demanded a clause in their contract saying their work wouldn't be used to train an AI.

There's a good reason you'd want this in your contract; the standard contracting language contains bizarrely overreaching language seeking "rights in all media now know and yet to be devised throughout the universe":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/19/reasonable-agreement/

But the publisher flat-out refused, and the creator fought and fought, and in the end, it became clear that this was a take-it-or-leave-it situation: the publisher would not include a "no AI training" clause in the contract.

One of the big five publishers is Rupert Murdoch's Harpercollins. Murdoch is famously of the opinion that any kind of indexing or archiving of the work he publishes must require a license. He even demanded to be paid to have his newspapers indexed by search engines:

https://www.inquisitr.com/46786/epic-win-news-corp-likely-to-remove-content-from-google

No surprise, then, that Murdoch sued an AI company over training on Newscorp content:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2024/oct/25/unjust-threat-murdoch-and-artists-align-in-fight-over-ai-content-scraping

But Rupert Murdoch doesn't oppose the material he publishes from being used in AI training, nor is he opposed to the creation and use of models. Murdoch's Harpercollins is now pressuring its authors to sign away their rights to have their works used to train an AI model:

https://bsky.app/profile/kibblesmith.com/post/3laz4ryav3k2w

The deal is not negotiable, and the email demanding that authors opt into it warns that AI might make writers obsolete (remember, even if AI can't do your job, an AI salesman can convince Rupert Murdoch – who is insatiably horny for not paying writers – that an AI is capable of doing your job):

https://www.avclub.com/harpercollins-selling-books-to-ai-language-training

And it's not hard to see why an AI company might want this; after all, if they can lock in an exclusive deal to train a model on Harpercollins' back catalog, their products will exclusively enjoy whatever advantage is to be had in that corpus.

In just a month, we've gone from "publishers won't promise not to train a model on your work" to "publishers are letting an AI company train a model on your work, but will pay you a nonnegotiable pittance for your work." The next step is likely to be, "publishers require you to sign away the right to train a model on your work."

The right to decide who can train a model on your work does you no good unless it comes with the power to exercise that right.

Rather than campaigning for the right to decide who can train a model on our work, we should be campaigning for the power to decide what terms we contract under. The Writers Guild spent 148 days on the picket line, a remarkable show of solidarity.

But the Guild's real achievement was in securing the right to unionize at all – to create a sectoral bargaining unit that could represent all the writers, writing for all the studios. The achievements of our labor forebears, in the teeth of ruthless armed resistance, resulted in the legalization and formalization of unions. Never forget that the unions that exist today were criminal enterprises once upon a time, and the only reason they exist is because people risked prison, violence and murder to organize when doing so was a crime:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/11/rip-jane-mcalevey/#organize

The fights were worth fighting. The screenwriters comprehensively won the right to control AI in the writers' room, because they had power:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/01/how-the-writers-guild-sunk-ais-ship/

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III — GAMBARE, GAMBARE // In the world of crime and blood, Sukuna knows what's off limits. You certainly are one of those things and yet, he's unable to stop thinking of you.

contents: smut, little angst-ish in some places, mafia!au, unprotected sex, a hint of body worshipping, violence, mentions of death, subtle threats, reader discretion is advised — 3,2k words

a/n: third part, thank you so much for support guys! it means the world to me to see how INSANELY big is the tag list now. i literally love y'all~ ❤️ also, just as the first part got inspired by the absolutely menacing quote from our king, it only felt natural to include the famous gambare, gambare (do your best) into this one.

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Sukuna prefers to think of himself as one of significant intelligence. Over the years, during which he ruled over the entire criminal milieu, he proved himself to stand atop of anyone who dared to even think of overturning his jurisdiction. All the exceptionally dumb bold ones that once wished to take the position of a boss from his hands had learned the hard way why troubles with Sukuna Ryomen are the least desirable fate of anyone who bears any volume of oil inside their brains.

It’s not only tactical or business intelligence that he’s priding himself with. It’s also the excessive knowledge about general rules of life that allowed him to comfortably push and pull the edges of what’s right and wrong, bending his own reality to his liking. Now it’s intuitive – he just knows where he can put more pressure and where it’s not worth his time. He knows what to bet his money on and what won’t realistically pay back. And most importantly, up until that point, Sukuna thought he can tell with his eyes closed which people he should consider crossing paths with, what men can be useful whilst he aims to reach his targets and which crowds he shouldn’t mess around with – for various reasons, most of which being just business and inconvenience. Same thing concerns women. Ryomen’s position works like a magnet and not a day passes by without girls, often way too young to even think of him, throwing themselves at him, led by fantasies of money and power veiled in the shades of love. If he wished, he could have a different toy every time the night falls and if he’d be just slightly less trained, he might have fallen for the temptation. But he didn’t.

Sukuna learned it from experience, not exactly his own, but of his pawns, that allowing random women in the proximity of their profession usually leads to catastrophes. Girls get persistent, they grow attached, they fall in love sooner than it’s even logical and then they threat, they blackmail; all of which eventually leads to their deaths because dealing with just barely adults that weaponize tears and screams is something he doesn’t allow in his circle. There were no exceptions, any man bearing similar power to Ryomen knows that there’s no place for romance in the world of death and bones, the one that’s stained in red and sorrow. If there happens to be love, it’s always of people from inside the criminal circle, sharing the same set of broken morals. Mafia should never tie itself romantically with civilians. Especially him, the leader, the menace that he is in the world of misdeed, murder and corruption, knew all too well why he should never, ever, even think of someone from outside of his tale as of anything more than one time plaything. That would be irresponsible, straight up naïve. It would be foolish. He knew all of that and not even once he felt any need to engage into any kind of relationship with someone that he deemed non-profitable to his general targets.

Then why the fuck he kept thinking of you? Why he kept seeing you after what was supposed to be a fun one-time fuck? Why did the taste of your lips and the sweet scent of your skin made him so completely addicted that he couldn’t focus on his own business without his mind wandering to the memory of you at least once an hour? He just liked your body, he told himself every time he thought of sending you a message. You were a good lay, it was purely physical. You did, after all, take his dick like you were born solely for this very purpose. He was meeting you only for sex and it was an accident that some of these meetings began with a dinner. All of the gifts he showered you with were just a form of payment for the service. Sukuna knew much better than to let his emotions take control of him.

“What’s on your mind?” Your quiet voice tore Ryomen out of the realm of his self-criticism. The tone that you spoked with was raspy, the testimony of the rough, throat-fucking he had used you for just few hours prior, and yet, it still somehow flowed with cottony softness, so characteristic to you.

“Nothing important,” he replied bluntly, lowering his gaze to where your face was buried into the broad muscle of his chest; your frame completely hidden in his own, much larger and stronger. It was another night you spent in his house, one of those that began with the reservation in one of Tokyo’s best restaurants that served traditional Japanese cuisine. You showed up in a dress made of dark olive silk, long enough to reach your high-heeled sandals and clinging to your shapes as if it was made to be worn over the divinity that was your body. The long, scandalous slit exposed one of your legs and the thin straps accentuated your shoulders and cleavage just perfectly. It was a dress that he himself bought and ordered to be delivered to you in an expensive box before that day. Now that very same gown was laying somewhere, discarded on the floor in the living room of his mansion.

“Sometimes I feel like you’re plotting my death,” you chuckled against his skin, the vibration of the act made him scoff because both him and you knew that the scenario you offered wasn’t exactly falling into the realm of fiction.

“If I were to kill you, I wouldn’t need to plot it. One bullet is all it would take,” he retorted with calm and despite any logic, instead of creating some distance, instead of running away you hummed at his statement and pressed your lips to the center of his chest.

You were way over fearing Sukuna and his world. The few months that you spend seeing him, you came to terms with the heavy weight of tragic fate that was now resting on your shoulders. It couldn’t end well, you shouldn’t tangle yourself with a man such as him, the path of your normal life should never come even close to the blood tainted one he was walking through. You should have never left the club with him and once you did, you should have run out his house the moment he gave you a chance. Instead of that, you stayed. That night, after the time of Ryomen’s pursue and the unfortunate event with Naoya and his gang, soon turned into two. Then just few more and then many more. The one-night stand evolved into continuous romance and though it was strewn with roses and intimacy, it came also with the realization that the more you see him, the less days you have left. There was no way for someone like you, an outsider, the mere civilian with no mafia bonds whatsoever, to be living a long life. Sukuna has enemies, there are people that want the power he holds and will eventually target you. That is, of course, if he doesn’t kill you himself over time – out of boredom or prevention. You knew a lot, he had told you more than he should.

But you loved him. You had seen him do some pretty dark things that would make most people’s eyes water, and in all honesty, it did the same thing to yours, but then, with you, Sukuna was always protective. You loved the way he always seemed to know just what you needed, the way he read you like an open book and knew just what to say or do to put you at ease. You loved the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world, how he made you feel beautiful, even on the days you felt like a total mess. He was a danger, a threat so deadly you shouldn’t play with it, he was a flame that you were bound to burn yourself on, but he was also the only person in the world you felt so safe around. Ever since you met, he had protected you. Even if his words were harsh and his own deeds rough, he never failed to envelop you in a bubble inside of which nothing and no one could hurt you.

“Oh, how much you’d miss me,” a certain sense of amusement hinted in the tone you used as the sheepish smile stretched your lips. Ryomen acted suddenly, grabbing the tiny thing that was your body and pressing your back to the mattress. His fingers wrapped around the frail of your neck; it wouldn’t take much of his strength to snap it and yet, you seemed rather comfortable with his grip secured around your airways. Over the time you managed to grow enough trust to know he won’t hurt you for no reason. Your lover was a man powerful enough, there was no need for seeding fear in you. You were also smart enough to differentiate the real danger from the playful acts. If Sukuna truly wanted you to be scared, you most definitely would be scared shitless.

“You think so?” His tone dropped an octave as he crawled above you; your bare figure now trapped underneath the weight of his presence. He got your legs between his initially, the heavy shaft of his dick rested over your lower belly as he shifted his hand from your throat down to cup your breasts. Your body seemed to never stop attract him, no matter how many times he touched and tasted it. You looked almost angelic in the dim light of that morning; the remnants of sleep still painted over your features and the only things that disturbed the innocence of your picture were the marks he had left on your plush, velvety skin. Red and angry spots that he sucked onto your flesh adorned the beauty of your frame, ultimately making you his own. “Aren’t you a little too confident?”

“I think I’m confident just enough,” you grinned playfully, smoothing over his hands, one staying on top of his palm on your breast and the other reaching up his arm to touch more of him. There was always a hunger lingering inside of you, you were never completely satiated and even if your body was utterly exhausted, you were always happy to take more. Sukuna made you feel ecstatic, like you were really his only one and though it was an illusion that you chose to believe in, it felt good to imagine yourself as his only care.

“And why would I miss you, huh? Aren’t you only a plaything for me?” The question he asked was meant to sound venomous but the sound of his voice betrayed the lighthearted intention. “Do you think I’ll blink twice when discarding you when I get bored of what you can give me?”

“I don’t think you’ll hesitate,” a chuckle once again shook your chest gently as you watched how Sukuna gently pulled your legs up from underneath him and brought one of your ankles to his face. The kisses he smeared along your shin were delicate, completely contrasting with the threatful impression that he was trying to make. He was worshipping you so openly, it made you blush every time. “But even though I know you wouldn’t think twice before killing me, I also think you’d miss me afterwards.”

Once the tender caresses finished, your calves landed on top of his shoulders as he leaned forward, squeezing a breathy moan out of you as he pushed his length into you to the very base of it, sliding on enough spit that it made the entrance easy. Ryomen learned your body through and through, he knew you can take it, he knew you’re always ready and eager to take him. Even if it’s early, even if it hurts. No matter when and where, if he told you to sit on his dick in the middle of a grocery store, you’d probably do just that and ask no questions. And yet, he knew where the boundaries are. Not once he pushed you when you were feeling bad. Not once he used you when you were not ready. The knowledge he now had about you came from observation.

“I think I would miss you,” he purred, his lips so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke. He’s got you in a mating press, filled to the brim with his bricked-up manhood and completely at his mercy. “You are addicting.”

“So keep me safe,” you whispered, cupping his face and chasing the kiss he was yet to give you. The request caught him slightly off guard. The pleading undertone made his heart clench; a feeling that he’s gone without for a decade at least and though he hated the odd sensation in his chest, he also couldn’t deny the warmth that spread throughout his body.

“You are safe with me,” the reassuring lie he followed with a heavy press onto your lips, sealing his words with his own tongue and silently promising you his protection. A vow that he wished to keep and yet, feared he won’t be able to. But now, it wasn’t important. Now you were here, in his bed, on his dick. Now there was just you and him.

Your dainty fingers found their place in his hair as he began thrusting into you. The new slick that combined with the remnants of the night made his movements easy as he dragged his hips back almost all the way out and then pushed back to the point of his pelvis clashing with the back of your thighs and your ass. The pace he set wasn’t fast. It wasn’t anything of what he’d most often pick, there was no violence intertwined into the melody of his hips. That morning it was sensual, it was deep and just rapid enough to stimulate every sweet spot inside of you. Stroke after stroke he was driving you crazy, he just barely started and already you felt yourself dripping. The filthy, wet sounds filled in the early aura and the muffled moans and whimpers accompanied them.

Sukuna allowed your legs to fall lower from where they were pressed against your chest and you hooked them around his hips. The newly earned access to his neck and shoulders you immediately used by allowing your hands to wander in the area, scratching his skin just to force a low purr from his throat. Every sound he made, you swallowed greedily as the kiss continued. Your tongues were dancing to the fiery rhythm of intimacy.

The coil in your stomach tightened all too quickly, you wished it to give you more time to enjoy what he was willing to give you but no matter how much you wanted your body to calm down, he made it absolutely impossible to achieve. Your veins were running with pure ecstasy and lust, the heated flurry that now was your brain was focused only on him, on the rhythm of his hips, on every sweet little lie that he whispered to you. Ryomen knew how to make you weak, he knew just how to angle his body to hit that one spot, the most sensitive one and you could feel him grinning against your lips. He knew you were close. The delicious squeezes that your cunt did on his girth were enough of a hint to notice and it gave him a sense of pride to be able to make you come undone so easily.

“Just few moments more,” he murmured and you nodded eagerly. Tears prickled in your eyes, gathering along your lash lines like crystals that he wished to kiss away, but was now too engulfed in the taste of your lips to part. His movements got quicker, just a little heavier as he began slamming into you with more force than at the beginning. Mornings tend to rid Sukuna from the ability to last – the ones that he spends with you in his arms, with your naked body pressed against his, unknowingly shifting against his dick for hours. That makes him unable to keep his composure for too long. Sometimes he feels like you strip him of all qualities that he once prided himself in, leaving him bare only to your eyes, with only the most primal needs exposed and he felt good with that kind of freedom.

“…don’t stop, oh god, ‘kuna~”, you were whimpering, arching your back underneath him and squeezing your little hands over his shoulders. “I can’t, I—”

“Oh, you can. Do your best,” Sukuna chuckled, teasing you with such impossible tasks. Your head fell back, your thighs were trembling against his sides and he could tell he’s losing you. You were far too deep in the realm of desire to hear his words; all of your world now came down to what you felt, to how you felt him and Sukuna loved your blissed out state. He loved the way he was the one to push you so far over the edge that you wouldn’t notice if the world was ending. But what he loved above that, was how you were gripping onto him; holding him tightly, pulling him closer as if you never wanted him to move away, as if he was everything you needed. And he was.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered against your throat, painting the skin over there with wet trails of kisses and new, red marks – the ones gentle enough to fade in a matter of hours. You moaned something incoherent. “Cum for me,” he allowed, not even sure if you’re registering his words. It had to be unconscious; the way your brain caught his voice between the blurry lines of everything else.

Your climax hit you like a rock; his name was slipping over your tongue continuously, so sweet and breathless that Sukuna was once again reassured that he never wants to hear anyone else calling him. Your walls were squeezing his throbbing length, he twitched and flexed inside you, groaning with satisfaction and before he allowed himself to come, he pushed himself up. As he sat on his heels, he pulled you with him; your body now on top of him and he used his hands to guide your hips up and down his dick. You wrapped yourself around him, finding a safe space for your face right where his neck connects with his muscular shoulder and all he needed to feel the bliss was the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin.

White seed painted your insides as he shot it as deeply as he could reach with you on top of him. Few more moves, few more groans and you could feel him relax. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he shifted slightly to lean against the headboard, straightening his legs in front of him. You stayed pressed against his chest, catching your breath and feeling the tension leaving your body as the morning went by. And as Sukuna held you so close to his heart, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that it felt so right and that made the question bloom inside his brain. Was it still strictly physical? Was it ever only about sex?

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