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SEXUAL HEALING
TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER
WARNING / TRIGGERS: Reader is DEPRESSED, no thoughts of self harm or un-aliving herself. Babygirl is just having a depressive episode. Depressed themes, Sexual themes, explicit sexual content; dirty talk; soft Dom,
SUMMARY: Reader is depressed and Terry fucks her out of it
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minora please donât interact!*
 *Also, this is complete fiction. I'm writing about the readerâs depression simply based on my experiences and knowledge of depression. Iâm in NO WAY saying that this is what depression is for every individual. This is a safe space. If you or someone you know is struggling with their mental health please reach out to your local crisis center so that they can provide resources. Read with care. Love you guys <3*
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You groaned as your phone rang yet again, reaching out from under your blankets, your hand blindly slapping your bedside table in search of the device. Checking to see who called, a pained sigh leaves your lips. Terry, your boyfriend called you 4 times in the past hour. Deciding to put him out of his misery you answer the call.
âHello?â, you say, not even bothering to hide the quiver in your voice.
âBabygirl? Whatâs wrong?,â Terry asked, his voice sounding frantic.Â
A watery sigh leaves your lips, âIâm having a moment Terry, Iâll be ok. Itâs just taking a little bit longer for me to come out of it.âÂ
I hear Terryâs door shut on the other line, âIâm on my way sweet girl, Daddyâs comingâ
A muffled sob leaves your mouth at Terryâs words. Always willing to stop whatever heâs doing to help you fight the demons constantly plaguing your mind. Religious therapy and an antidepressant regimen seemed to keep the dark thoughts at bay. Every now and then the debilitating thoughts would come back rendering you useless. Your apartment desperately needed a deep clean as well as your room. Your bed becoming a cesspool, you slept, ate, and cried in the same spot for a little over a week now.Â
Rolling onto your back you let out a deep sigh, wanting to be normal and not a basket case full of emotions.Â
45 MINUTES LATER
You could hear your front door open and close, signaling that Terry arrived. You heard him set bags down in your kitchen before his light footfalls made his way to your room. He knocked twice before peeking his head in. Terryâs small smile dropped when he saw the state of you and your room. It broke his heart to see you this way.
âAww honey, Iâm here,â Terry said walking toward you. Tear tracks making their way down your face and silent sobs wracked your body.
âIâm so sorry, Terry. I didnât mean to make you come all the way down here,â You said, covering your face with your hands. Terry gently grabbed your hands, removing them from your face.Â
âSweet girl, never apologize because the air gets a little too heavy for you. Thatâs why Iâm here to take some of the load off,â Terry said with a small smile. Your gentle green-eyed giant, you grabbed your glasses, putting them on.
You brought a hand up to his cheek, âYouâre too good for this world Terry Richmond. Thank you, for being what I never knew I needed,â you say with all the sincerity you can muster.Â
Terryâs eyes shine with unshed tears, âyouâll never have to go through these feelings alone again. Baby when I said I wasnât going anywhere I meant that. Youâre stuck with me sweetheart,â Terry finishes, with a watery smile of his own. He gently raises me into a sitting position.
âHereâs what I want you to do. I brought you your favorite body wash shampoo, conditioner and those wax things you like so much. Go take a shower, wash your hair,pamper yourself. Iâm going to get started on your sheets. Okay babygirl?â, he asked. Your eyes practically turned into hearts looking at Terry.Â
A small smile formed on your lips as you said a gentle, âOkay, Daddy.â
His smile widened, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. âThereâs my girl. Now go get cleaned up, Iâll take care of everything else.â You nodded, rising slowly, and made your way into the bathroom. You didnât dare glance at yourself in the mirror. Not in the mood for the thoughts to take hold again. Turning on the shower as hot as it would get you stepped in, ready to wash the bad thoughts away.Â
Meanwhile, Terry was in your room replacing your dirty sheets, putting them in the wash, and tidying up around your apartment. He hated that he couldnât save you from your thoughts, but heâd be damned if he didnât try. He understood that everyoneâs trauma affected them differently. His put him in attack mode, while yours forced you to shut down.Â
As you washed your hair, you could feel your sense of self slowly returning. You found peace in taking care of yourself. Detangling your curls felt as if you were brushing away all the bad thoughts. Exfoliating was like scrubbing away your impurities, leaving you shiny and new. You donât know why you couldnât muster up the strength to take the 15 foot walk to your bathroom. But thatâs depression in a nutshell, making the most mundane tasks feel like climbing mount everest. You spent at least an hour in the bathroom, when you emerged you felt like a different person. Your heart warmed at the sight of your room, new sheets adorned your bed with a new hello kitty plushie and pajama set.
Exiting your room, you start searching for your boyfriend. Finding him in your living room playing your favorite vinyl and watering your plants. You will yourself not to cry at Terryâs selflessness, you just run up behind him wrapping his torso in a hug.Â
âHey, baby. Feeling better?âhe asks, turning to face you. You place a kiss right above his heart, looking up at him you nod.
âYeah honey, thank you. I donât know what Iâd do without youâ you say, staring up at him adoringly. Â
Terry pet your head lovingly, âLetâs hope you never have to find out. Now go make yourself comfortable, I ordered your favorite vietnamese take-out and Iâm going to rub your feet until it gets here.â
A warm gooey feeling spreads from your head to your toes. A slow grin taking over your face at your adonis of a boyfriend takes care of your body, mind, and soul. Settling into your sectional, you wiggle your toes playfully urging him closer. Terry chuckles through his nose, making his way toward you. Sliding down beside you , he grabbed both of your legs, placing them on his lap.
âRelax baby, Daddyâs here now and Iâm going to take care of you,â Terry said, running his hands up your bare calves. His touch warms your skin instantly. A content sigh leaves your lips as you rest your head on the arm of your sofa.
âGood girl,â Terry said, grabbing your right foot. He began slowly, just caressing your feet adding a tickle here and there pulling small giggles from your lips. Terry started to work on your foot starting slowly on your instep, applying light pressure. Then he moved to your arch applying pressure that was almost painful, causing a gasp to leave your lips.
âYouâve got a knot here, be patient Iâll work it out,â Terry said, digging in deeper. An involuntary moan leaves your lips, the release of the tenson expelling through your lips. Terry smirked, his plan was working. This kept going for a while, Terry expertly massaging your feet, and you moaning like he was massaging somewhere else. You're getting wetter by the minute.Â
The doorbell interrupts your massage as a groan leaves your lips, âI was just starting to relax,â you whined. Terry lets out a chuckle before getting up. Leaning to kiss your forehead, âYouâll have plenty of time to relax later, trust me.â And with that, he heads toward the door to grab the food. Terry doesnât let you lift a finger while he plates the food for you two. Just advising you to find something âgood to watch.â With a smirk, you put on your favorite show at the moment, âTrue Blood.â Terry liked the show surprisingly, being the first of your boyfriends to take an interest in YOUR interests. What he didnât like was how googly-eyed you got over Alcide. As trivial as it was, he wasn't going to sit and watch you drool over another man.Â
Plating your food,
Terry brought it to you. Plopping down next to you on the couch with a plan in mind, Terry just sat back and watched you enjoy your food. A small satisfied sigh leaves your lips at the first bite.Â
âMmm, itâs so good! Thank you babyâ you say, leaning in to kiss Terryâs cheek. He could feel his cheeks warm at your gratitude, placing a hand on your thigh and squeezing. Your breath hitched when Terryâs hand refused to leave your thigh. Instead tracing small circles while you ate.Â
After finishing your food you and Terry cuddled up on your sofa with a blanket. Rubbing his chest you say, âThank you for everything Terry, I donât know what I did to deserve you.â
Terry looks down at you grasping your chin forcing your brown eyes to meet his mossy green ones. âIâm just doing my job baby. What kind of man would I be if I let my woman suffer alone? Iâm here for you, I love you, and Iâll always make sure youâre taken care of.â Terryâs hand migrated to the back of your neck, pulling you in excruciatingly slow. He watched your face change. Eyes become low, lips parting, and your breathing turns shallow.Â
Terry inches impossibly closer, your lips a hairâs width apart, âWhat do you want, pretty girl?â
âKiss me, please?â you ask, fingers coming up to grip his t-shirt. A small devious smirk makes its way onto Terryâs face as he leans down, lips brushing against yours. The anticipation is killing you. You two were practically sharing the same breath, yet Terry wouldnât close the gap and lay one on you.Â
âPlease, Daddy? Let me thank you, Iâve been good haven't I?â you ask, looking up at Terry with the doe eyes that he loves so much.Â
A groan leaves his lips as Terry places your bowl on the coffee table âYou know what that look does to me, baby. Câmere,â and then his lips are on you. A surprised moan leaves your lips as you pull Terry closer, sucking his lips between yours. He grabs your hips positioning you on his lap, right atop his growing bulge.Â
âHow are you feeling honey, still sad? What can Daddy do?â Terry asks, his hand grasping and pulling at the fat of your ass. Grinding you against thick dick.Â
âTouch me, please Daddyâ, you whine. You could feel yourself soaking through the seat of your sleep shorts, having forgone underwear. Terry smiles against your lips, âI am touching you pretty girlâ. Pulling back for air, you move your attention to his thick neck. Placing wet open mouthed kisses there migrating up to his ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe. You hear Terryâs breath stutter drawing a smile from your lips. Terry pulls back in time to see the bright dopey smile on your face and he places a kiss on your nose.
Pulling your shirt over your head, Terry's eyes lock on plump mahogany breasts and chocolate nipples.Â
âFuck, pretty girl. Youâre not playing fair,â Terry says, head dropping onto the back of the sofa. A soft giggle leaves your lips. You slither up Terryâs body like a cat in heat, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âCâmon Daddy donât you wanna feel how wet I am for you? Just for you,â you whisper into Terryâs ear, finishing with a lick. A small âfuckâ leaves Terryâs lips as his hand comes cracking down on your ass forcing a small yelp to leave your lips.Â
âKeep that up baby and Iâll give you exactly what youâre asking for,â Terry said, playing with your shorts. Pulling them halfway down to jiggle your ass or tugging them high up your ass giving your clit the much needed friction you craved. You two were making out like porn stars, sloppily, lips glistening with spit. You pulled back to look at Terry, his eyes half mast filled with need and desire for you. Youâre positive your face looks the same. Terry picks you up off his lap, setting you next to him on the sofa as he gets up. Turning on your sunset lamp and turning off the lights to create an ethereal glow around your living room. Then he moves pieces of your sectional together making it a day bed of some sort.Â
âStrip babygirl, I want you naked by the time I get back,â Terry commands, then picks up your leftovers, and heads back to the kitchen. It was embarrassing how fast you threw the sticky shorts off. Your pussy was talking and Terry hadnât even touched you yet. As you wait for Terry, you start massaging your tits. Nipples forming tight peaks, tugging and pulling creates a throb you feel straight down to your clit. Small moans started leaving your lips. The ache between your thighs growing almost painful as you whined, waiting for your man to return and fuck you stupid. After five minutes you almost debate finding him.
âTerrrrryyyy,â you cry out. When you get no response you peek over your shoulder, when you donât see him you decide to start on your own. Sliding your hands down your body, youâre about to reach your pussy when Terryâs hand grabs yours, pulling a gasp from you.Â
âI said strip, when did I tell you to touch my pussy?âTerry's looking down his nose at you.Â
âIâm sorry, Daddy I need you please!â You whine, sitting up. Terry makes his way around the sofa looking like a lion stalking his prey. He stands in front of you crossing his arms, a cup in one hand.Â
âSpread those legs for me mama,let me see my pussy,â Terry said. Your legs fell open immediately the quiet âschlickâ heard between the two of you. Terryâs eyes darken, the color of a stormy sea and he takes a step toward you.Â
âHands behind your back sweetheart, you know the drill,â Terry purrs, crawling on the sofa. Taking a long sip from his cup before setting it down. Like an obedient little slut you put your hands behind your back with a small smile on your face, âLike this papa?â you asked.Â
Terry dropped his head and groaned, âIâm trying to make you wait babygirl, Iâm two seconds away from burying my face in that sweet pussy,â Terry said, his voice sounding like he was in pain.Â
âCâmon papa look at how ready she is for you, she couldnât wait for you to get your hands on her,â you scooched your ass further down the sofa, practically planting your pussy on his chin. With a growl, Terry was on top of you, hand clutching your cunt.Â
Terry started massaging your clit with his fingers releasing a relieved moan from your lips.Â
âUnh Terry, it feels good!â you said, head thrown back, and your back arched.Â
A devilish smile formed on Terryâs lips. He loved the sounds you made when he played with you.Â
âMake that sound again baby,â Terry said, tonguing your nipple.Â
âUnh! Daddy!Take your pants off please. I want to feel youâ you moan, gripping Terryâs neck. Pulling him down to lock your lips. Terry explored your pussy like it was his first time. Experimenting with how wet he could make you. Sliding his pants and boxers down he freed his monster of a dick.Â
âIâm going to fuck you baby,but first tell me how bad you want itâ Terry said, his finger picking up the pace on your clit.
âI want you so bad Terry,â you say leaning up to peck his lips over and over.Â
A small chuckle leaves his lips, âYeah? How bad? Let Daddy know sweetheart.â Terryâs working your clit between his fingers, the slick sounds permeating through your home.Â
âFuck Daddy I want you to take care of me like you always do . Youâre such a good provider, always making sure I have what I need! Ouuu! Baby, right there! Yes! Youâre going to make me cum, fuck!,â You moan out, your voice rising in pitch letting Terry know you were close.Â
âThen come on my tongue sweet girl,â Terry leans down and takes your clit in his mouth. Your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your breath staccatos
âYou look so pretty, baby. I love how wet this pussy gets for me. You ganna let Daddy fuck the bad thoughts away. Want me to make it feel better sweetie. Because I can, you know Daddy can help,â Terry slips two fingers into, causing your soul to leave your body.Â
Combined with his suction on your clit, you stood no chance against the orgasm that rocked your body. âOouuu Terry! Yesssss!â, you moaned as Terry worked your orgasm out of you.
âThatâs right pretty girl, give me that orgasm,â Terry said, adding another finger. You were beyond seeing stars at this point. There was a full milky way galaxy dancing behind your eyes. Terry had a dark smirk on his face, loving the effect he had on you. He loved making you come, how you gave yourself over to him completely. He was surprised when you forced his fingers out of your pussy, a harsh stream of liquid following. A high pitched moan left your lips as your body shook.
âYes Honey! Thatâs it!â Terry moaned, slapping your clit a few times. Your body shook and shuddered in the aftermath of your orgasm. Vision hazy as you tried to center yourself. Terry stripped off the rest of his clothes and hovered over you, his warmth seeping into your skin.Â
âHey, look at me baby,âTerry brought his finger to your face caressing you. Your eyes refocused on Terryâs soft ones, a small smile forming on your lips. Terry mirrored your expression, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a passionate sloppy kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing in a frantic meet of mouths. Both of you are trying to convey your love for one another.Â
âPapa, I need you inside meâ you wine against Terryâs lips. Terry doesnât need to be told twice, he positions himself at your entrance and eases in. Both your lips part, needy moans releasing from your lips.
âTerry, Terry, Terry! Oh my god!â You moan as he sets a punishing rhythm. Punching your cervix with the fat mushroom head of his dick. You lose yourself in the feeling of being fucked by him.Â
âHowâs that feel baby, can you feel how much Daddy loves his sweet girl?â Terry asked. How he could ask you questions while digging your shit out like this is beyond you. You just moan and nod, his thrusts stealing the breath from your lungs.
âWords baby. I need to hear you say it. Youâll do that for daddy wonât you?â Terry asks, bringing his hand up to your throat applying slight pressure. The delicious feeling pulling a needy whine from your lips. Terry was hitting all your spots and you couldnât think.
âYes daddy, I feel it. I love it. I love you,â you moan your eyes slowly making their descent to the back of your skull. Terry loved when you started babbling on his dick, saying any and everything to please him. And please him it did.Â
Terry felt like a man possessed, your pleasure the only thing on his mind determined to coax as many orgasms out of you as possible. He was going at you like a man on a mission. The push and pull, the slick sounds of him going in and out of your pussy driving him insane. Â
âI love you more baby. Iâm sorry I wasnât there to help you with the dark thoughts, but Iâm here now Daddyâs ganna fuck the depression out of you,â Terry said raising one of your knees so he could hit you even deeper.
You bring your hands up, grabbing Terryâs ass pulling him deeper inside you. âBaby youâre going to make me cummm!,â you moan out. Terry moans in your ear, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. Terry releases your lips, leaning back to look at you.Â
âOpen your eyes pretty girl, I love the way you look when you come for me,â Terry was long past close. He wanted to cum so bad, but he wouldnât, not until he felt your velvet walls pulse around his thick dick.Â
âCum with me Daddy! I need to feel you fill me up!,â You say reaching for Terryâs ears, rubbing them softly. Terryâs eyes start to roll in the back of his head. He loves it when you play with his ears.
âYouâre so good to me Daddy, always taking care of me. Youâre making me feel so good, thank you Daddy! Thank you for fucking the depression out ofâŚâ you never got to finnish your sentence. Orgasm hitting you like a bus. Terry was ejected from your pussy with the force, you squirted so hard your vision went white as a high pitched moan left your lips. Terry started in awe. He stood above you jerking his dick.
âFuck that was so sexy baby Iâm about to come,â Terry said. That all too familiar ache forming in his abdomen. Balls heavy and tight with the need to release. Your eyes regained their focus in just enough time to watch Terry erupt all over you. Painting you with his cum, a small smile formed on your face as his warm release landed on your breasts, tummy and legs.Â
âMm that was a big one daddy, thank you,â you moan, collecting his essence to taste. A moan leaves your lips as the salty, earthy musk hits your taste buds. Terry leans down, placing another kiss to your lips.Â
âHow do you feel now babygirl?â Terry asks, using the spare napkins to clean you up.Â
You place a kiss on Terryâs cheek, âMuch better Daddy, but I think Iâm still a little sadâ you said, smirking up at him. Terry shakes his head at you with a playful smile on his lips.
âWell you better go grab us some waters babygirl, Iâm not done with you yet,â Terry said before lifting you over his shoulders to carry you to your room.
THE END <3
I think this might be the fastest Iâve ever written anything. I just really wanted to create a vulnerable piece, and I LOVE how this piece turned out. This is supposed to be a one shot but thatâs TBD as of now. As always constructive criticism is encouraged but please take it easy on me, Iâm sensitive.
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between us
synopsis: phone sex with kazuha and an added surprise
pairings: kazuha nakamura x fem!reader
cw: oral(idol rec.), nipple play, strap usage(r rec.), a hint of fluff, power bottom!fem reader
a/n: proofread? no, i pulled this fic out of my ass!
cis men or minors DNI
dating a model was not for the weak. you werenât able to see your girlfriend every day or even talk to her every day. itâs been months seen youâve last seen kazuha knowing that sheâs across the world and working her ass off. youâre very supportive and proud of your stunning girlfriend. with not seeing her for months also comes with not being able to touch each other. however, you made sure none of that came between the two of you.
you decided to call her because you havenât heard her voice in so long and you think itâs time that you two talk. the phone rings three times before she picks up.
âhey baby.â kazuha says on the phone and you softly smile.
âhi zuha, sorry for the sudden call..I just miss you.â you tell her, whispering the last part
âno no, youâre totally fine. maybe we should face time?â she asks
âsure, letâs do it.â you say clicking the button on your phone hearing the ringing sound of the Facetime app and then she appears. sheâs wearing a white cropped top and jeans from her photoshoot, her long black hair cascades over her face but she quickly fixes up her hair so she can see your face as she sits in a car.
âgod you look beautiful.â she says and you feel your face start to heat up from the compliment
âheh..thank you. you look even more beautiful than me. im sitting here in a nightdressâ you mumble
âstill, you look amazing.â Kazuha beams
âthank you.. where are you?â you ask
âi was going to get something to eat but i wanted to cater to your needs.â she says
âok, then you should go ahead. we can call later.â you replied
âno! i want to see you and talk to you. we will stay on the phone. show me what youâre wearing, god Iâve been missing you.â kazuha answers
you prop the phone up on your vanity and you turn on the light exposing your dress. luckily for kazuha, youâre wearing nothing up under it.
âi just got out of the shower.â you say, awkwardly chuckling
âperfect. i canât wait to get my hands all over you again.â kazuha says and you smile.
âwell..why wait?â you say pulling down your dress, exposing your breasts. you nipples instantly hardening at the cool air from your place.
âmy god..â kazuha softly mumbles. you giggle, grabbing the camera off the vanity and you lie on the bed, spreading your legs so she can see your soaked cunt.
âlike what you see?â you ask innocently and she nods
âi love it.â she whispers. you take two fingers and your spread your pussy lips so she can see the inside of your cunt.
âmmmh i wish you were here..to show me whoâs the boss.â you softly moan as you slowly stick one of your fingers inside of your warm hole. you hear her chuckle on the end of her line but she turns off her camera as youâre exposing yourself to her.
âhold on.â she says before ending the call.
you hear the door open and you instantly put your phone down to see who it is and it happens to be your girlfriend.
âzuha..i didnât know you were coming.â you mumble while hugging her. she wraps her hands around your waist and presses her lips up against yours.
âi know, i wanted to surprise you.â she says, giving you a quick peck to the lips.
âmmh well you definitely did surprise me.â you say in a seductive manner, pulling off her jacket.
âoh? someoneâs needy.â she replied, chuckling as you hurriedly pulled her into the shared bedroom
âoh yes i am.â you growl, pushing her onto the bed.
you softly kiss on her stomach, her abs flex for you, licking all over her. she pulls her shirt from over her head, exposing the black Calvin Klein sports bra, like a good girl, she takes it off.
âkeep going, i like it when youâre in control.â kazuha mutters. you do as youâre told, you pull down her pants and eventually her boxers. she spreads her legs for you, you gulp when you see how wet her pussy for you.
you bend down at eye level with her cunt as you slowly spit on her clit. you start to lap her pussy with your tongue and kazuha whimpers. she grabs at your hair as you eat her cunt.
âf-fuck..donât stop.â kazuha moans aloud while you stick your tongue in and out of her pussy, her juices spill all over your tongue during the act. kazuha throws her head back against the headboard. you eventually start to suck on her clit, your moans sending shockwaves to her cunt as she grips your hair tighter.
you lap away at her pussy, her juices spilling all over your tongue.
âjust like that..gonna make me cum!â kazuha cries out. you pull away, sliding two of your fingers in her soaked cunt, automatically hitting her g spot. the squelching noises of her pussy alone could make you cum untouched. her moans echo through the walls as her legs twitch around your arm.
kazuha lets out a long, pornographic moan as she starts to cum on your fingers. you continue to pump your fingers in and out, helping her ride out her long awaited orgasm.
you softly blush, pulling your fingers out of her.
âthat was so good.â kazuha mumbles, smiling lazily at you. you straddle her lap on the bed, pecking her soft lips
âmmh wasnât it?â you say. she pulls you into a deeper kiss while she smacks your ass.
âneed some more of you.â kazuha purrs in your ear
âoh?â you roll over on your stomach.
âwant the strap?â she asks
âhmmâŚâ you start, thinking to yourself. ââŚyes, let me ride, i wanna be in control.â you finish
âfine.â kazuha says, getting up to get to strap from the closet in your shared bedroom. you hurry up and strip out of your nightgown.
she takes a few minutes to completely put it on. she ends up laying on the bed to wait for you. you hurriedly climb on top of her slender body, sinking your tight cunt onto her silicone cock.
âgod damnâŚâ you softly moan out. kazuha grabs onto your hips while you start to move yourself up and down on her cock. you grabs her breasts while you start to bounce up and down on her cock.
âyou look so sexy.â kazuha mumbles, looking up at you.
âmmf- feels so good zuha~â you whimper. your legs give out and kazuha wraps her arms around your waist, starting to thrust up into you while you grab her face, sloppily kissing her lips.
âf-fuck!â you moan out as she pumps her cock into you, hitting your g spot with each thrust. your skin claps against hers while you roll your eyes to the back of your head. you wrap one of your hands around her neck while she thrusts into you.
ây-yes..â she moans as your legs start to tremble.
âmmh..almost there, zuhaâ you moan in her ear, while she smacks your ass.
âshit, give it to me~.â she moans while you bounce up and down, matching her thrusts.
âa-ah!â you moan aloud, curling your toes as your orgasm runs through your entire body. after kazuha is done, she pulls out of your spent cunt.
you get off of her lap to help with taking off the harness before you throw it across the room, you will be cleaning it soon but for now you want to spend some time with your girlfriend.
you softly kiss her cheek before mumbling, âsuch a cute soft dom!â you beam as sheâs normally in control in the bedroom, however tonight was much different.
âstop..â kazuha says with a hue of pink beginning to form on her cheeks.
ânever.â you whisper before twirling a piece of her dark strand of hair around your fingers. you lay across her body, both of you holding each other.
you kiss your gf one last time, forcefully dragging yourself out of bed to start the night routine for the two of you.
a/n: everyone knows i suck at ending fics! but anyways itâs been 4 weeks since ive released something so this was super rushed, i want to try and release a fic for Christmas!!
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yet another post that gives me an excuse to yap about my beloved deities /pos
Lord Apolloâs energy feels as warm as the light he represents. i always feel so comforted whenever i reach out to talk to him. he gives off an older brother vibe who just wants to take care of you and help you get through the tough patches of life whilst also teasing you (by flashbanging me with the full concentrated power of the sun whenever i say my good mornings). heâs so reassuring and gentle, but never hesitates to reprimand whenever youâre being too hard on yourself. iâve been called out for not paying attention in class and for reminiscing about bad memories i should be moving on from.
Lord Hermesâs energy is protective yet mischievous. every time he decides to grace me with his presence, i can hear laughter in my mind and canât help but get giggly as well. whenever i think of sitting down and doing a reading, but not knowing who i should ask one for at that moment, his name is always the one to come to my mind first. it gives me the impression that he really likes to be involved in my life and to help me figure out what iâm struggling with and what i should be working on. heâs very honest, blunt, but reassuring, a perfect balance from someone who really cares about you and your life.
Lord Hypnosâs energy is one iâve been starting to feel more often. iâd be lying in bed trying to watch my silly little shows (kitchen nightmares yall we love gordon ramsay in this household) and i can almost feel myself being enveloped in his embrace, succumbing to the sweet song of his sleep. i felt myself dissociate a couple of days ago, as my mental health has been getting worse bc of uni, and i could feel his presence beside me, softly shushing my worries and patting my head. heâs a soft and gentle mentor and i canât wait to finally get the time to develop more of a bond with him.
but overall, every time i think of the gods i worship or feel their presence (which doesnât happen too often bc iâm not that spiritually advanced), i canât help but feel a surge of love and appreciation for them. it almost makes me want to cry just how much better theyâve made my life
Can people reblog this post with descriptions of what your deitiesâ energy feels like? Iâm so curious.
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fatt pin-up week 2: intimacy
a room & a bed
version from before i started messing with the bg & overlay colors (<- what a pain!!!). i like this one too.
#rosa art#palisade#art#fatt#friends at the table#phrygian#also someone in bed. decide for yourself who...#fatt pinup week#i'm really trying to mostly have fun with these.#messing with colors still takes some time...#which includes spending a reasonable amount of time on it. taking shortcuts. not focusing on details too much#lately I'm really interesting in using different brushes in the same picture to contrast stuff. worked out well here I think#the blanket is from a. weighted blanket website. i sketched over it & then painted the sketch#I can't do folds that well on my own. not yet.#i had a very specific vision for this that's not quite realized.... that's fine though i can try again#i'm not planning to stop drawing phrygian any time soon. + i wanna get better at interiors generally
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words â themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes â w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like itâs been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist ⢠ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affectionâthatâs when Mr. Crawling then became differentâquiet, soothing, kind but also⌠curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your spaceâespecially someone who he disapproved ofâwasnât something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldnât bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waistâaccidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breastânicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus farâŚ
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking youâof upsetting you againâhis motions growing confident the longer that you didnât protest. It wasnât long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawlingâs fingers didnât ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your ownâyou were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into itâyou communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kissesâas many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his ownâfingers weaving into his bony digitsâinterlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as âcloseâ, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
âClose, close, close,â he repeated.
It didnât take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighsâyet not letting you move awayâstill retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to⌠connect with you.
#homicipher#mr crawling#mr. crawling#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher x reader#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#mr crawling x reader#mr crawling x you#mr crawling homicipher#homicipher headcanons#homicipher smut#mr crawling smut#homicipher mr crawling#yandere x reader#x reader fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#x you smut#x reader smut#xposted to ao3#i wrote this after a nap after playing the game for 4 hours straight and then i had this like dream about it#and i woke up ferally desiring mr crawling like it was insane#i wrote this with possessed and perhaps crazed love#i am very normal about fandoms thanks#yapping in tags again i see
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âYour ex has never made you what?â
Sylus x reader 18+ MDNI
cw : smut, f!reader, overstimulation, p in v, stomach bulge, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), petnames, biting and probably more
synopsis : after telling Sylus you "aren't able to orgasm" because you never did with your exes, he proves you very wrong
author's note : wrote this after work, idk how because I'm literally dying so there may be a lot of mistakes lol also english isn't my native so if you find and spelling mistakes whoops
You've been dating Sylus for over a month now, it's been an... interesting ride for sure. You're over the kissing stage and teasing, but you've never talked with him about sex- well until tonight.
"If you're not comfortable we don't have to, kitten" he whispered in your ear, you were both laying in his bed, you on top of him as he scratched your head.
"It's not that I'm not comfortable... it's just embarassing, Sy" You buried your face in his chest, he raised his eyebrow at your statement. "What's embarassing?"
At his question you buried your face deeper in his chest, knowing that you have to tell him either way. "I... just can't..." you mumbled
"You can't what, kitten? Come on, tell me."
"I-I can't orgasm..." he was quiet for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh. You raised yourself up from his chest, a pout on your face. "I'm serious, Sy!"
"And why do you think you can't orgasm?" He asked, gripping your waist. "W-Well everytime I got intimate, I was just never able to come-"
"And you think that's your fault?" He raised his eyebrow, looking into your eyes, making you look away with flushed cheeks. "Well yeah, I mean it's always me who can't cum" he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again.
"Sweetie, it's those pathetic men that couldn't make you cum" He started kissing your face, making you even more flustered "But-"
"Do you want me to prove it to you I can make you come minimum 5 times right now?" You stared at him with wide eyes, Sylus wasn't the one to break his promises, but you decided to play along.
"Hmph... All talk no action-" And with that, he slammed his lips on yours, capturing them in a messy kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you smirked, not opening your lips he bit it, making you gasp as he forced his tongue inside, immediately wrapping your tongues together.
You let out a moan, his hand sliding under your (his) shirt, squeezing your breasts. As you pulled your head away to breath, his lips continued assaulting now your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping on it- leaving many marks.
His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your tits "So fucking pretty" he whispered before latching onto one of your nipples. "S-Shit... Sylus-" you buried your hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it making him groan.
After being satisfied with the amount of marks he left on your breasts, he kissed down your stomach, lower and lower until he reached your shorts. "Tell me, kitten. Has someone ever eaten you out?" He raised his head up, staring at your face while you shook your head.
"Tsk... you've been messing around with immature boys, not real men sweetie" he said before sliding down your shorts right with your panties. "Such a pretty pussy, s'wet, all mine" with that he immediately dived in, groaning at the taste of your juice.
You moaned out his name loudly, one of your hands leaving his hair and now gripping onto the sheets. Your legs tied around his head. He sucked onto your clit, his tongue doing wonders. His hand moving to grab your thigh, squeezing it (probably leaving marks as well)
"Feels- so good!" You whined, throwing your head back as one of his fingers entered you, his fingers were so much bigger compared to yours (Which they also couldn't make you cum)
He followed that up with his second finger, stretching you out. Your moans were getting louder and your walls clenched around him. "Sylus! I- Ah!" you cried out before arching your back, letting out a silent scream as you came on his fingers and mouth, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars.
All your release ran down his throat, licking his lips before getting up from between your thighs. You were trying to catch your breath, your chest moving up and down.
"What did I tell you, sweetie?" he leaned down to your ear, nipping at it, "Four more to go" you shivered at his words, his hands grabbing your legs and raising them until your knees were touching your chest.
"Now relax f'me..." he grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance, you didn't even realize he had taken his clothes off and oh
he was huge, thick too. Your eyes widened at his size, which he of course noticed, letting out a chuckle. "Worried I won't fit?" before you could even say anything, he pushed the tip in, knocking your breath out of your lungs.
Your nails digging into his back, he groaned at how tight you are "Sy..." You whined at the stretch, suddenly his fingers pinched your clit, the pain of the stretch and pleasure of his fingers made you scream, once again- making you climax.
As you were panting he continued his torture on your clit, pushing himself in even deeper, not even halfway in but making you feel like he's in your lungs.
"Fuck... Three more, kitten." after a bit more pushing, he finally bottomed out, you were already so cockdrunk, feeling all of him, every twitch and vein. He waited a bit, making sure you adjust before moving.
Starting off slow, making sure you feel comfortable, he looked at your face, sweat rolling down your forehead, hair stuck to your face, tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes closed shut and mouth hanging open as you moaned.
You looked so fucking beautiful, he lowered his head, hand grabbing your chin as he slammed his lips on yours, not wasting any time as his tongue entered and explored your mouth. His thrusts speeding up, your moans getting louder.
Suddenly, his cock hit your sweet spot, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, angling toward it, making sure to hit it again, again and again. You sobbed, biting your lip as you felt another ogarsm coming, clenching around his member.
"shit shit shit- Sy-Sylus!" you screamed as you came for the third time, already feeling so overstimulated. "N-No more- I can't-" You begged, whining.
"Shhh... two more sweetie" He wiped your tears away, leaving kisses all over your face. He suddenly pulled out, making you gasp as he flipped you onto your stomach, not wasting any second- slamming right back inside you.
"FUCK-" You gripped the pillow, burying your face in it, muffling your moans. His brows furrowed, groaning as he gripped your hips, pounding into you.
"W-Well, none of that sweetie, I want to hear you-" He chuckled, pulling you up so you were on his lap, his chest pressed against your back as he bounced you up and down on his cock.
Your head was hanging low, that's when you saw the huge bulge in your lower stomach disappearing and reappearing over and over. You were barely holding up with his pace.
His mouth once again started attacking your mouth, hiding his own sounds as he was getting closer himself, the way your pussy was clenching around him felt godly. The way your tits bounced, the way drool was dripping from the corner of your lips.
"C'mon... two more..." it was insane how many times he was able to make you cum. With his fingers back on your clit, you threw your head on his shoulder and with a cry you came once again, the only reason you haven't fallen forward being that Sylus is holding your waist.
Within a few thrusts, he came too with a choked moan- filling you up with his warm cum.
After catching his breath, he pulled out, flipping you on your back once again, you barely lifted your head, looking at him with confusion written on your face.
"One more... or maybe two more?" He smirked, going back to your cunt with his mouth.
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CANâT TOUCH ME LIKE GOJO
what gojo does when heâs jealous
cw - gojo uses red as a punishment, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, riding, teasing, kinda toxic gojo idk, bratty reader, rough gojo
Gojo was making you mad, beyond livid. He had brought you to this stuffy gala full of his balding colleagues and ditched you! You found solace in the bar holding an aperol spritz staring at your husband. He was beautifully dressed cream suit with a million dollar smile as he talks to his coworkers about business.
He hasnât even thrown you a glance since he left your side. Normally you would still be next to him acting as arm candy but for whatever reason he left you to drink your sorrows. You assumed you would be stuck there for another hour or two with nothing to do. Until Hiromi Higuruma approached you. A man you had no idea was even distantly related to Gojos company.
âMrs.Gojo, a pleasure seeing you somewhere besides with Satoru,â The man teases.
âHiromi! Are you here to save me from this awful night?â It seems the lord has answered your prayers.
âYouâre not enjoying yourself? Doesnât Gojo normally keep by him at all times?â He asks, taking a seat next to you.
âSomethingâs up with him I guess, Iâve barely seen him all night and itâs horrible!â You complain.
âOh sweetheart, how could he possibly treat someone as pretty as you like that?â He moves a piece of your hair out of your face and stares at you.
âI know! I mean he invited me here, and then has the audacity to leave me,â You pout to him.
âFor the record, I would never treat you like that,â he smiles at you.
You look over at Gojo and he still isnât looking in your direction. You decide to tease both the men a little more.
âReally? Do you promise âRomi?â You give him your best doe eyes and touch his bicep.
âOn my life, sweetheart,â You both smile at each other.
In the corner of your eye you see a head of white hair coming toward you. Panic sets in but you canât help but rub your legs together. You continue putting your hands on Higurumas chest to further instigate the situation.
âBabe, there you are! Iâve been looking all over for you,â Gojo pulls the back of your stool so you canât touch Higuruma anymore and he wraps a large hand around your waist, âHiguruma, youâre also here.â
âI was just talking to your gorgeous wife Gojo. After you left her alone to talk to those gross executives,â Higuruma says.
Gojos jaw clenched and he squeezed your waist. His look of disgust apparent on his face.
âI think itâs about time my wife and I leave. Should I call you a cab Higuruma?â Gojo says.
âIâll be alright,â Higuruma laughs.
Gojo pulls you away from the bar and quickly takes you away from the party. He ignores everyone asking where heâs going or trying to talk to him. Immediately as he reaches the car he opens and slams the door for you. He doesnât speak a single word on the way home, despite your efforts to start conversation.
As you reach your home heâs immediately getting you through the door and up the stairs, he shoves you onto the bed as he removes his jacket. You hear him muttering swears under his breath.
âDo you enjoy being a slut who pisses me off? Hm? I mean really, what possibly do you get out of this?â He starts to undo the first few buttons of his shirt before he grabs your chin.
âI asked you a fucking question,â He growls at you.
âYou left me! You left me all alone! I donât know what you wanted from me, to just sit there twiddling my thumbs until you came back?â You argue at him, giving a big pout.
âWhat I donât want is for you flirting with that piece of shit in front of everyone? You know how embarrassing that is, not only for me, but for you?!â He slips off his boxers to reveal his semi hard cock.
He pulls you up and puts you on your knees. Heâs on his back and your face is inches away from his cock. But before you can wrap your lips around him something stops you. A force you canât describe, red. He activated his repelling force to punish you.
Youâre confused, upset, even angry at him. His usual punishment involves him overstimulating you but apparently not this time. You try to get past the barrier, using all your might to touch his cock. Yet nothing works, heâs the strongest after all.
âWhat did he call you?â He asks you, releasing red for you until you almost touch him, then activating it again.
âSweetheartâŚâ you whisper to him.
âAnd you fucking let him. Thatâs the part that pisses me off the most. I know he canât have you, fuck, he knows it. But it doesnât seem like you do,â He says back, piercing blue eyes scanning your face.
You crawl on top of him, the barrier between your pussy and his cock still apparent. You try desperately to grind down on him to no avail. Tears start to form in your eyes but Gojo doesnât seem to care.
âYou want it inside you, sweetheart? Or do you want âRomi?â He mocks you.
âYOU! I just wanted your attention, promise! I got so mad you left me by myself. See?! All i want is you,â You whine as Gojo smiles at you.
In a moment the red hue turns blue and you get sucked down onto his perfectly aligned cock. Youâre stuck to him like a magnet. His size makes you scream and want to pull away, but you canât. As soon as you pull away youâre sucked back onto him, you thought torture wasnât supposed to be addicting.
âFuck Higuruma, fuck him and all the stupid guys there. You thought i wasnât paying attention to you? I wanted you so fucking bad I had to stay away or else youâd be on the floor with my cock inside you,â He grunts, hands gripping your waist.
âToru! Itâs too much!â Youâre full on sobbing at this point, legs shaking and body sweaty.
âYou donât want him right? It was just to make me mad, right baby?â He asks you desperately, his hair falling perfectly in front of his eyes.
âYes! I just wanted you to fuck me, I swear,â You squeal.
His hips rut into your sloppy cunt as both of you moan and pant like two bunnies in heat. His fingers expertly tease your clit and he sucks blue and red hickies on every part of your body. Heâs holding you as close as possible. His thrusts get sloppy and his moans get slutty.
âGonna cum inside you baby, gonna fill my pussy up everyoneâs gonna fucking know youâre mine,â He says in your ear.
âIâm gonna-â Before you can even finish your sentence you pulse around his cock cumming so hard you see black.
He follow not long after, spurting hot ropes of cum inside you. He gets as deep as possible to ensure nothing slips out. He releases the technique and you fall on top of his chest, breathing like you just ran a marathon.
âHoly shit baby, that was so good,â He says, smiling.
âYeah⌠i wanna take a bath,â you look up at him.
âOkay my love, just promise me one thing. Never make me jealous again.â
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oooh so did we divorce Bruce, or is this an infidelity type of situation?
a loving family, an unpalatable desire: first meeting (unofficial)
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a/n: a tad bit nsfw. if this sounds messy, spare me. i'm running on like 4 hours of sleep and the will of a thirsty man in front of an oasis. i told yall im going insane for this plotline. ofc a&a still has my heart but I also love to occasionally write for smth else in the sidelines. send in more asks yall hehe.
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
definitely an infidelity type of situation, anon! you see, the affair was caused by all mere coincidence. you were to attend with bruce in one of lex luthor's extravagant show of a gala, hold his arm for a brief moment when you walk out of the limousine, only to be abandoned right in the middle of the enormous room.
of course, the right reaction was to be pissed, to badmouth the very man who decided to court and entertain others in front of you; but you chose to stay silent, biting back choked tears by stumbling over the buffet table, only to be met with stupid, overbearing paparazzi and journalists.
so when clark kent rushes in to save you from stuttering over the dozens of microphones and cameras shoved right in your face, granting them access to your pathetic sobsâ it's only right that your first reaction was to lean against his body, dismissing the hushed, harsh gossips of journalists.
it was at a time where you're not aware of his identity of superman. well, bruce barely permits you to enter the batcave, only if you stubbornly pester alfred does he let you, only to kick you, his darling spouse right out the moment you step on the cold, hard floors of the lair.
so it's not... a bad thing, right? your husband had a child with another woman, raised him as his own, didn't even bother to notify you with his infidelityâ so is it your fault if you slowly start to fall for a man who promises you the world? who actually has the ability to give you the world in the palm of your hands? whose kid lets you pamper him without any fight?
sure, he's coping with... the loss of his previous wife but you're such a perfect spouse, so undeniably attractive, captivating in the hearts of many. your distant eyes, the way you bite the inside of your cheeks, the way your body sways back and forth as if begging for someone, your husband, to provide you a pillar of support in the suffocating heat of paparazzi.
he could be that pillar, could be your support.
when he first came up to you, his intentions weren't to obtain gossip about the oh-so silent spouse of bruce wayne. he didn't even want to acknowledge your marital status, palms already taking your wrist just so he could lead you off to somewhere quieter.
"it's an interview," he whispers an excuse to your reddened ears. but the buzz of his breath, the warmth, the caged arm on your waist tells you it's more than that.
but you don't fight back, you'd rather be anywhere than be the spotlight of a media that eats you up, makes you doubt your marriage even more.
so you're grateful that someone came to your rescue.
this would be the first time you ever saw someone as a savior, and it's not superman, no. it's clark kent, your resident, widowed, journalist.
and for clark's case, you warm his bed better than anything else. you allow clark this sense of respite, a break from heroic activities. allow him to be human, just as he allows you to play your fantasies of being a house spouse; you're perfect for each other.
to hell with useless marriage papers that don't even give bruce a sense of obligation to act as your husband, right? what can it do, when you're absolutely smitten with the current life you're living?
the first stages of your infidelity with clark is confusing, but very much welcomed into your already hectic life.
firstly, you convince yourself, it was all mere 'emotional cheating'. you began texting clark, he does too. an occasional greeting in messages, a passing congratulation for something, then the next it was good morning messages, 'have you eaten breakfast yet?, 'how'd the appointment go?'.
you don't know when it started, when your feelings started, when you began an intimate to romantic relationship with the manâ all you knew was that the moment he revealed his superhero identity was the moment he decided to bed you for the night, the moment you grant the man, now your partner, access to every part of your depraved body, made him make you beg for more, giving him all the time in the world to kiss your imperfections, to fondle sensitive parts long untouched, to leave lovebites deeper and darker than the ones you caught bruce with.
you can't help it, he's unknowingly handsome, especially when he invites you over to his ma and pa's farm the next day, pretending to not notice the way your eyes hungrily flit over his topless body, sweat and budding pecs encased in a muscled form. over the course of dinner, you kept biting your lips, warm cheeks at the implications that clark merely wanted to sit next to you just so he could handfeed you, something about him being prideful that you'd definitely enjoy this week's harvest... but his fingers circling your thighs just seems to get you brain all haywired.
yet you stay, and continue visiting for long hours either way, enjoying the man's attention.
you know it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. but the way his son, jon looks at you like you mean the world, the way he's slowly starting to heal the longer you stay over at his place makes clark want to... what's the word? ah, he wants to turn you into his loving trophy spouse. all you need to do is provide jon with all the support in the world.
as for bruce... well, him and his family can deal with your absence for the first few months. but when the lingering feeling of emptiness becomes too much, when bruce no longer feels the worried gazes, or when dick can't hear anymore laughter in one of the supposed 'barren' rooms, or when tim's security systems tracked a missing device, one now in a completely different city.
that's when they start to yearn for someone they purposely let go
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MAKE HER REGRET IT
A/N: i was really in the mood for some smut and the neighbors trope popped into my head, so here we are!
WORD COUNT: 4.1k
WARNING: sexual content
SUMMARY:Â Harry, your freshly divorced, insanely hot neighbor needs your help: you have to pretend to be his new girlfriend when his ex-wife comes over, however your little stunt outdoes your expectations in a lot of ways.
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It's a basic instinct for you at this point to look up at the balcony whenever youâre approaching your apartment building. However youâre not looking at yours, but the one next to yours that belongs to one hot, freshly divorced guy who moved in next door about two months ago.Â
You remember the morning the moving truck appeared and you knew someone was taking the vacant apartment beside yours. You just arrived back from your morning run and you jumped right into guesses about who it will be. Maybe someone your age? A girl you can go to yoga with? Or a sweet old lady you can have tea with on warm afternoons? Hopefully not a noisy family, because the walls are way too thin to endure the screaming of a child.Â
Then you saw him. Carrying a heavy looking box up the stairs, a simple white shirt stretching on his torso, tattooed arms flexing under the weight of the box, you knew you were fucked the first time you saw Harry Styles.Â
It took you no time to lurk over the next day and introduce yourself as his neighbor.Â
âIf you need suggestions for coffee spots around the neighborhood, Iâm your person,â you smiled at him charmingly as he stood in his doorway in gray sweats and a black t-shirt, hair messy but so delicious, it was screaming for your fingers to run through his locks.Â
âI will definitely keep that in mind. I can offer to fix anything around your apartment, Iâm kind of a handyman,â he chuckled and your knees almost buckled hearing his creamy british accent.Â
Fate played on your hand, because you kept running into each other so it didnât take long for you to go out for a coffee run together and it was smooth sailing from then. You learned about how he just got divorced, his wife cheated on him and he found out on their second anniversary, tragic story and you still canât quite understand how any woman could cheat on a man like him. You practically drool every time you catch a glimpse of him arriving back from a run in nothing but a pair of shorts, his tanned skin glistening from sweat. You definitely love to move out to the balcony around the time he can be expected to appear in the late afternoon, you watch him stretch and breathe heavily and the sight alone makes you break a sweat as well, but for a whole different reason.Â
Youâve been trying to flirt with him every possible occasion, but you also make sure you donât come off too pushy. After all he just got out of a marriage, it must be hard on him to recover from being cheated on. Thereâs also a slight age difference between the two of you, not that dramatic, but that eight years could easily be a deal breaker for him, so youâve been playing it safe.Â
When youâre lying in bed late at night and sleep is not coming to you, you canât help but think of how he is on the other side of the wall, you imagine him sleeping without a shirt, maybe thinking about you the way you like to think of him⌠But itâs all just a fantasy, one you fancy very much.Â
The door to his balcony is open so you know he is home, but he is not out. You take your time walking up the stairs, your legs are definitely tired from the run you just had and just when you reach your floor Harryâs front door swings open and you stop, watching him walk over to your door. He didnât notice you, so you stay still and watch him take a deep breath as he lifts his fist up to knock, but then it falls back to his side and he shakes his head, stepping backwards before returning to his spot on your doormat and thatâs when you decide to put him out of his misery.Â
âAre you out of sugar, neighbor?â you ask, slowly walking towards him. Harry spins around with a stunned expression.Â
âOh, I didnâtâI didnât see you.â You catch his gaze running down your body and legs and youâre thankful you decided to wear your shortest shorts.Â
Playing with your keys in your hands, you finally reach him.Â
âWhatâs up?â
âUm⌠I have a bit of a situation on my hands and you might be able to help me.â
Unlocking the door you push it in and gesture for him to follow you inside.Â
âDo tell me.â
Rounding your way into the kitchen you step to the fridge to grab some water. Harry hesitantly follows you and stops by the kitchen counter.Â
âSo, I talked to Rory this morning,â he starts. Youâve heard enough about Rory, his ex wife to know that if sheâs involved, itâs for sure something messy. âYou know that painting in my living room?â You nod. âWell, she insists itâs hers, because a friend of hers painted it, but I was the one who paid for it. Whatever. Sheâs been trying to get me to give it to her and honestly Iâm over it so I gave in. She is picking it up today.â
âWhen will the part where I can help come?â
âRight here,â he chuckles nervously. âWe got into a fight, no surprise. She screamed at me over the phone and told me Iâll die alone because no one can put up with my shit.â
You need to force yourself to swallow the bitterness in your mouth. That woman sounds very much like the spawn of the devil, because who would say that to anyone? Especially to Harry? Aside from being insanely hot youâve also learned just how kind, passionate and funny he is, basically the whole deal. Rory is the biggest loser in history for letting go of a man like him.Â
âOne thing followed the other and I just⌠Um, I told her that I have someone.â
The light bulb switches on in your mind, because you already know where this is heading. And you like it, very much.Â
âI donât know what got into me, but I told her she can meet my alleged girlfriend when she picks up the painting so she can see herself that Iâm not the loser she thinks I am. And⌠as you might now, I do not have anyoneâŚâ
âYou want me to be your fake girlfriend,â you finish for him, saving him from having to say it out loud. You can see just how awkward he is, having to ask you for such a thing.Â
âBasically, yeah. Only if you donât mind being part of this shitshow. I understand if you find it weird and I donât expect you toââ
âWhen should I be over at yours?â you simply ask and watch his eyes go wide.Â
âY-You will do it?â
âSure, sounds fun. Besides, Iâm curious to see the stupidest woman on earth,â you add smirking and he finally lets out a relieved laugh as well.Â
âThank you so much, Y/N. Really, I owe you big time. Sheâll be here in about two hours.â
âPerfect. Iâll be there.â
For the next two hours, you do everything you can to bring out the hottest version of yourself. Hair, makeup, dress, everything is on spot when you step out of your apartment and walk over to Harryâs door, ringing the bell.Â
When the door swings open and Harry sees you his mouth hangs open, giving you that one last ego boost you need to be the best possible fake girlfriend ever.Â
âSatisfied with your girlfriend?â you ask, tilting your head.Â
âI-I uhâYeah! Iâm⌠yes.â
âCan I go inside then?â you ask with a chuckle and he steps aside in a hurry.
âSorry, yeah come inside.â
âSo whatâs the plan?â you ask, walking into his living room and making yourself comfortable on the couch. Harry follows, but he takes the armchair across you and you can tell he is still struggling with not ogling you, especially your exposed legs and deep cleavage the dress teases him with.Â
âI donât⌠I have no idea, I have never done this before.â
âI have.â
âReally?â
âJust once, in college. One of my friends broke up with a girl who did not take it well and I was his fake girlfriend for a week to get her to stop harassing him. It worked.â
âThen⌠I trust you with anything.â
âWhatâs the goal?â
Harry opens his mouth, but then closes, as if he is embarrassed to say whatâs on his mind.Â
âHarry, say it. Iâm happy to help with anything.â
âI want to make her regret it.â
âRegret what she said?â
âRegret everything,â he corrects and when he looks you in the eye a shiver runs down your spine from the determination thatâs behind his green irises.Â
âConsider it done,â you smile at him devilishly.Â
At your suggestion you both take a shot to ease your nerves and make it easier to lie. It seems to loosen him just enough that he doesnât look like he is about to attend an interrogation.Â
And then the bell rings.Â
âShow time,â you smile at him and as he walks over to the door you take your place on the couch again.Â
You hear the door open and then a female voice mixes with Harryâs before the footsteps follow. Harry comes into view first, but then Rory steps out from behind him and you see the pure shock in her eyes when she finally spots you.Â
âOh, hi!â you smile at her almost disgustingly sweetly as you stand from the couch and walk closer. âYou must be Rony. Iâm Y/N.â You hold out a hand for her and watch as her mouth twitches when she hears you mess her name up.Â
âRory,â she sassily says and shakes your hand at last. âSo youâre the⌠girlfriend.â The disgust in her tone is apparent, she is not even trying to hide it and it just makes it way more enjoyable.Â
âYes and you must be the cheating ex-wife.â
Harry coughs beside you, he was not expecting you to be this blunt, but the look on Roryâs face is priceless, because she canât deny what she is. Moving closer to Harry you wrap an arm around his waist and though at first he freezes at your closeness, he is quick to recover and join in on the act, his arm finding your waist as well.Â
âThe painting is over there, just take it and letâs get over with it, alright?â Harry nods towards the painting he already took off the wall, now itâs leant against the console table thatâs been underneath it.Â
âYou didnât even wrap it?â she scoffs. How am I supposed to take it like this?â
âRory, Iâm not a fucking gallery. You wanted the painting, take it.â
âItâs gonna be ruined if I just put it into my car like this!â she argues.Â
âThatâs none of my business.â
âHarry, this is so not okay! I canâtââ
âJesus, Rory fine! I think I have some bubble wrap,â he grunts, heading into his bedroom to find something to wrap the painting in, leaving the two of you alone.
Rory gives you another long, dirty look, as if you were the woman Harry cheated on her with when she is the culprit of this mess here.Â
âSo how long have you been together?â she then asks, pretending like she is just chit chatting, but you know she is eager to know everything about you.
âA little over a month now. You know, I wasnât looking for anything serious, but Harry is just the perfect guy and I couldnât stay away from him.â
âOh, he is not that perfect, little girl.â
Itâs obvious she tried to derogate you by calling you a little girl, she must be around the age of Harry, not more than thirty-six for sure, but she canât find anything to use against you other than the fact that youâre clearly in your twenties. How mature.Â
âI know. But everything he can give me makes it worth it. And the sex, ah!â
She gives you a puzzled look. You knew this would stir her up, Harry mentioned how distant they grew in the last few months and sex wasnât the same anymore. Looking at the timeline she must have started her affair around that time and Harry couldnât perform the way he otherwise could because she wasnât open to him anymore. It was a vicious cycle, but you also know Rory is the kind of woman who must have humiliated him because of that. Harry never said, but you just feel that she criticized his sexual performance when she left him even if it all happened because of her.Â
And now hearing that he is giving his all to another woman is definitely something that can drive her nuts.Â
��Oh please, he sucks in bed,â she scoffs.
âNot with the right partner. He is so good, I honestly donât know how you could let go of him.â
âHe couldnât make me cum for months!â
âThatâs unfortunate. I get an orgasm basically after every meal. He is so good at it, honestly, itâs like he just wants to please me every possible moment. I mean, I canât remember a morning when I didnât wake up with his head between my legs, he loves quickies, I have to sanitize the kitchen counter like twice a day.â You let out a chuckle and just watch as her face grows redder while staring at the kitchen counter, raging jealousy swirling in her mind for sure. Itâs clearer than daylight that she didnât cheat on him because he wasnât manly enough, this woman is simply a stupid loser who couldnât appreciate what she had, maybe panicked that she canât mess around with others and then simply chose to ruin everything.Â
Youâre more than happy to remind her what she lost.Â
âAlright, this is all I got,â Harry emerges from the bedroom with some bubble wrap he probably had left from moving, but when he sees you and Rory staring each other down, he stops. But before he could speak up, you decide to push that knife into Roryâs chest as your final move.Â
Stepping over to Harry you push yourself up against him, he drops the bubble wrap and his hands grab you by the waist instantly, though you see confusion in his eyes before you take his face in your hands and pull him closer, lips pressing against his hungrily.Â
Itâs not a sweet, shy first kiss. This is the perfect show off, messy, passionate, full of tongue and eagerness as you practically devour each other. For a bit you forget about the show youâre putting up and itâs your real desire youâve been fighting for weeks now. Every time you try to pull back Harry just keeps demanding more and you happily give him what he wants. He bites into your bottom lip when one of his hands moves down to your ass, giving it a not-at-all shy squeeze, making you moan into the kiss.Â
It feels like it takes forever for you to stop, when you open your eyes youâre met with Harryâs hungry eyes, his lips are slightly swollen and shiny from your kisses.Â
And then you remember youâre not alone.Â
âOh, fuck you. Fuck you both!â Rory pops the bubble around you and when you turn to look at her, she is already grabbing the painting, not even bothering to wrap it.Â
âIt was nice to meet you!â you call after her.
âFuck you!â she repeats, marching towards the door and youâre just smirking like an idiot, pleased with yourself for pissing her off so badly.Â
Harry follows her to shut the door behind her and you let yourself bathe in the sweet victory you just earned.Â
âThis went amazing, right? She was so mad, oh my God!â you laugh, but your smile quickly disappears when you realize the serious look on Harryâs face as he is walking back towards you.Â
Shit, maybe the kiss was too much. He didnât want it and now he is pissed at you.
âAre you mad about the kiss? I-Iâm sorry if it was tooââ
The words die down on your lips when they crash against his again, his hand cupping the back of your head while the other returns straight to your ass, groping you so hard your whole body smashes against his.Â
Your mouth opens in surprise and it gives him the chance to push his tongue against yours, he is demanding, rough and so much more raw than what you imagined him to be like.Â
âWhat did you tell her?â he asks against your mouth, moving you around until the small of your back hits the kitchen counter. âWhat did you tell her that made her so pissed?â he demands, his hand already eagerly moving underneath your dress. He presses two fingers against your clothed clit, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
âI said, ahâI said I wake up every day with⌠your head between my legs, and⌠Oh fuck!â Youâre losing your ability to speak your thoughts as his fingers start circling, the fabric of your underwear is so drenched, if you could think straight you might be embarrassed just how aroused he made you so fast.Â
âAnd?â he urges you to continue, but at the same time he pushes your underwear to the side and pushes two fingers into you without warning, making you gasp so loud that people on the street must have heard it through the open balcony door.Â
âA-and that you fuck me on the⌠the kitchen counter all the time.â
He curls his fingers inside you as he keeps talking.
âThen thatâs what Iâll do to you now. Are you okay with that?â he asks and you nod eagerly as you hold onto his broad shoulders.Â
The next moment he pulls his hand back and you whine, feeling empty all of a sudden, but then he lifts you up and makes you sit on the counter, he lowers himself and places your legs over his shoulders with careful, but confident moves. You grab onto his hair as he pushes his head between your thighs and his mouth meets your clit.Â
âOh, fuck! Harry!â you gasp out, tugging on his hair as he swirls his tongue against your swollen clit, his fingers teasing your hole again. Then they push into you and he sucks on your clit, making you see stars.Â
You imagined him to be skilled, but whatever it is he is doing to you, it feels out of this world and now you know you werenât wrong when you praised him that much to Rory before.Â
Youâre totally out of breath when he comes up, he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his tongue, your hands impatiently tug on his shirt to get rid of it. Soon the fabric lands on the tiled floor and you map out every inch of his hard chest with your palm and while you keep kissing like thereâs no tomorrow, you faintly hear the zipper of his pants come undone.Â
You look him in the eyes when you reach down and take his hard length into your hands and you canât hold back a gasp when you realize just how big he is.Â
âI know you can take it, baby,â he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth and youâre ready to take him right then and there, but he moves back, making you reach for him in panic. âCondom,â he says and you lean back onto your elbows with a sigh as you watch him disappear in his bedroom. You have just a few seconds you process that here you are, on top of Harryâs kitchen counter, with your dress bunched up around your waist, your drenched pussy on show, waiting to be fucked properly. You definitely did not expect this outcome when you woke up this morning, but youâre not complaining.Â
Then Harry appears and he is walking over to you, completely naked, his dick in his hands as he rolls the condom on while moving and you bite into your bottom lip, hoping to remember this view until the end of time.Â
When he reaches you again he simply curls his arms around your thighs and tugs on you so you get closer to the edge. His erection wedges between your wet folds and the tip pokes against your clit, making you clench around nothing.Â
âI have to admit, Iâve been fantasizing about fucking you on this counter since the day I moved in and saw you for the first time.â
âJust on the counter?â you ask teasingly.Â
âEvery surface of this fucking apartment,â he admits with no remorse.
âMake a list then and Iâm more than happy to do them all. But letâs tick the counter off first.â
âDonât have to ask me twice.â
He reaches down and circles his thumb against your clit a bit before grabbing his dick by the base and dragging it up and down your cunt a few times before pushing the head in first, letting you adjust to his thickness first. When you claw at his chest he takes it as a sign to go deeper and he keeps pushing until you take his whole length, feeling fuller than ever before.Â
âI want to go hard,â he breathes out, staying still for now.
âGo hard then. I can take it,â you assure him, though you do have doubts feeling just how stretched out you are now.Â
âOf course you can. Youâre my good girl,â he praises you and before you could get a word out, he pulls back and slams into you hard.Â
There are moments when you actually think youâre about to burst, Harry did not joke when he said he wants to go hard, his thrusts are fast and rough and he makes sure he buries his whole length into you every time he pushes into you. At one point he pulls your legs over his shoulders and it allows him to reach a point in you no one has before and it pushes you towards the edge rapidly. The counter is painfully hard underneath you, but you somehow forget about the pain and only focus on how hard Harry is railing into you. His stamina is incredible, your body already feels like goo and youâre not even doing the actual work.Â
âHarry, Iâm so close,â you moan and his fingers dig deeper into your thighs at your words.Â
âCome around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you squeeze me.â
You cry out his name again, a tear rolling down your cheek, because youâre so desperate to let go. Harry moves a hand to where you meet and his thumb returns to your clit and thatâs what throws you over the edge.Â
Your back arches and you squeeze around him uncontrollably, gasping for air as he ruthlessly keeps fucking into you.Â
âThatâs it, baby. You look so fucking beautiful, coming on my cock.â
You canât stop moaning as you ride out your orgasm. The last waves are washing over your body when his movements fall out of rhythm, he slams into you hard and he sucks on his breath before moaning out your name over and over again, pushing into you a few more times as he comes. He falls forward, his face burying into your heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath along with you. Thereâs a long minute of silent bliss, his cock is still inside you, his lips peppering soft kisses onto the skin thatâs exposed on your chest while youâre mindlessly playing with his hair.Â
When he straightens up he pulls out of you, the empty feeling hitting you again. He carefully helps you off the counter, but keeps his arms around you, because when your feet hit the floor you wobble.Â
Nuzzling your nose against his chest you take the cross pendant on his necklace between your teeth and pull back, looking him in the eyes.Â
âDonât do that, or weâre moving to the next place on the list.â
Giggling you let go of it and push yourself up to steal a kiss.Â
âGive me some time to recover, but Iâm all in to check out another place.â
âJesus, I knew youâd be the death of me the moment I saw you,â he breathes out, before his mouth claims yours hungrily.Â
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ę° Your current personality ęą
You are someone who has dealt with aggression or passive aggression from other people who created drama in your life. These people were Iâm hearing - egoistic, competitive and jealous, the kind to see the glass half empty. The energy that Iâm getting is a group of âfriendsâ ganging up against you, just for the fun of it, so that they could possibly knock you down to a peg. Thatâs what their purpose seems to have been. Also, recently, if not throughout life, youâve dealt with other people just disliking you, trying to humiliate you, backhanded jokes, mean comments to your face, etc. There was just this aggression that you could pick up from other people, even if they didnât say anything, in fact, this energy might be even stronger now. Let me give you a simple question, did you achieve something, start working or just earning in some way? If yes, thereâs your answer right there. Every time youâll achieve something as simple as a small internal or external accomplishment, youâre going to have other people start feeling all worked up towards you for no reason. It is going to amplify the strongest when you get your first job/salary/earning of some sort and when you get into a relationship with someone. Right now, you are working through your shadows and revelations that came forth due to power struggle between you, and others that you decided to peacefully step out of while you had been forced into isolation or taken up solitude. You have an interesting personality as in, you like when others are jealous of you and thereâs some drama due to it because itâs flattering but at the same, you donât enjoy it because youâre someone who seeks peace. I just heard Regina Georgeâs âand I was like âwhy are you so obsessed with me?ââ You canât deny that you do find it flattering how people seem to be kind of obsessed with you to some extent honestly. This is something you do not express outwardly to most people though. You are someone who is finding the strength to feel the beauty in life after a pretty long time. âEpiphanyâ by Jin of BTS is the energy that Iâm getting here. While, you were in this period of solitude, feeling weak and tired from the extreme aggression that you seem to have received from either a group of people or different people around the same time, you realised that youâre the one you should love and take care of. There were days when you couldnât get out of bed without really really pushing yourself to do it but now, itâs just not as bad, you seem to be more enthusiastic about taking care of yourself. You have an iron heart but not in a bad way, youâre just very firm as a person in the actions that you take. You hold a silent power that you operate with and Iâm calling this silent power because despite your actual personality and character being a certain way, youâre perceived to be pretty soft as a person. Youâre someone who seems to fear abandonment and attachment, possibly due to your past experiences because you seem to have walked away from people and youâre firm in the decisions you make in regards to your life. No matter what you were like in the past, now if you choose to walk away, thatâs it, youâve walked away. Youâre so much of a peace seeker that you avoid anyone you can if they even slightly disrupt your peace. People tend to view you as this loving person whoâs emotionally volatile, insecure, uncertain about themselves and easy to manipulate. Also, someone warm with good intentions and very imaginative.
Which is why they think youâd be easy to manipulate because they may assume that they can sell you dreams and fantasies but little do they know, you demand and expect respect from others. They donât realise that while you are a pretty peaceful person who is actively working on themselves, you crave power strongly. They donât realise that youâll always end up finding a way to have the upper-hand in any situation. Iâm not sure what it is but you lack certain morals when you stop caring about people. Youâre very in control of yourself by this point, in the past you used to think that knowledge was power so you tried to keep the other person mentally stimulated in order to keep them in your life, and you could have expressed certain thoughts in a more forceful and pushy manner but you may have realised that this is a trait of yours, and might be trying to get rid of it for the best? Youâve become very stern hearted as in, you donât mind leaving people and situations without thinking much or without much evidence? You donât really have it in you to wait it out anymore. Once you walk away, you also become closed off to communication in any form. You are someone who fakes happiness but still very in touch with your negative emotions, thoughts and patterns internally. Emotionally, you like for connections to develop naturally and kind of slowly, youâre someone who doesnât jump into being all passionate and lovey dovey with someone as soon as you meet them. Youâre like âI only know them for two weeks, I donât know if theyâre even a good person at all. They probably do not hold any loyalty towards me this early on, I do not need to trust them yetâ is the way you approach connections these days, whether youâre aware of it or not. Youâre also someone who carries most of your emotions by yourself. Even in your connections with others in the past, youâve been the one to carry the most of the burdens. The connections wouldnât even have carried on that long if it wasnât for you doing all if not most of the work. However, now youâre someone who is driven towards goals and on a dedicated mission to succeed, thatâs why your emotions seem to be much more reliant on yourself and your own progress than other people, and interpersonal connections. There have been situations that led you to ending some sort of conflict (or multiple ones) and detach caused you to feel powerless, underestimated, unworthy and manipulated in some way? You are focused on taking your power back now because youâve realised that youâre not powerless? Like, âthings can only hold power for as long as you let it hold your attentionâ is what I heard. Youâre trying to get more in control of your life but youâre not doing so in a restrictive manner. Youâre releasing any and every old bond, one by one and have grown resistant to many kinds of temptations that you would have fallen for in the past. Youâre breaking free as a person and developing more audacity in the best way possible is what Iâm hearing. Youâre reclaiming your power and are taking empowering choices. Youâre letting go of limiting beliefs that seem to have had you trapped at some point, beliefs that youâre unworthy, that youâre not powerful thatâs why others dislike you and find it easy to walk all over you. Youâre realising that they feel the need to crush you, not because youâre weak but because they are and that they want to feel powerful by crushing other people. You realise the power that you have a person after a long time and you know that you havenât even fully stepped into it yet but youâre getting there.
ę° Your future spouseâs personality when youâll be together ęą
Theyâre going to be a very contemplative person when theyâre by themselves. They will have this ability to look for beauty in everything. Theyâll value passion greatly and will be able to find not only beauty but also wisdom, knowledge and Iâm not sure what word to use but a feeling of peace mixed with passion and love for something universal, not anything all that divine but just a zest for life itself? I hope you understand what Iâm trying to express right now. Theyâre going to be the type to overanalyse situations and people. I do not recommend trying to get them jealous or something of that sort because theyâre going to get defensive and argue. Honestly, if you like your men (or women) obsessed and slightly possessive, you are going to love what Iâm telling you. Theyâre going to stalk your social media pages, keep tabs on you, ask you where youâre going, who youâre going with, etc. If you tell them that you are going out with your friends and one of your friends is very active on socials, theyâre going to view their stories to see if youâre with them, who all are present and what you are up to. Theyâre going to have a positive outlook on life after having undergone emotional lows, dealt with negative emotions, letting go and forgiven themself, and others. They are going to be extremely ride or die when it comes to you. Theyâre going to be there to support you and will be committed to being with you through thick and thin. Theyâre going to overcome loneliness, thanks to you and theyâll be utterly grateful to you for that. Theyâre going to find themself becoming more secure due to your connection and theyâll want to provide you with a secure home too. Theyâre going to have more trust, hope and faith in life, and Iâm getting that itâs going to be because of you. Youâre going to be welcomed by them with open arms. Theyâre going to be a lavish spender and could indulge in something like a substance though. Iâm not getting it being in excess amount but lol, the money spending, indulging in just life, whatever their guilty pleasure is is going to be very big. Theyâre going to be a go getter when it comes to their goals. For some of you, they could be a protein junkie who eats a lot but then works out equally as much. The part I just mentioned is not going to be applicable for all of you.
Theyâre made for success because they are willing to work for it. I just heard âI canât complain about having a lot on my plate when my goal was to eat.â There are going to be moments when they will misjudge you, theyâll doubt themself which could lead to some unfair blame and false accusations but theyâre not going to let it get there. I just heard âitâs not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect. Itâs my right to be hellish, I still get jealous.â However, emotionally they are going to be heavily committed to you. To them, youâre basically going to be one with them. Theyâre going to have a pretty good sex drive that will be emotionally driven because of how much theyâll love you. They will be an optimistic person usually and very passionate when it comes to you, and life itself. Theyâre going to crack a lot of jokes with you and also their friends. Iâm getting the two of you just sitting there, making fun of the way someone said something or did something and having a good laugh about it. Theyâre going to want to be a good spouse and partner. Theyâre not just going to want you to be their spouse so that they can say that they have someone, itâs going to be deep and emotionally fulfilling to them. âIshq sufiyanaâ or âdivine, passionate and deep loveâ is literally how your connection is going to be, itâs going to be sort of divine in nature or at least thatâs how theyâll perceive. Theyâre going to feel like the impossible is possible with you due to the synergy that youâll share, a very divine and deep one that will only make them feel like they come alive even more everyday. Theyâre going to feel like youâre their soulmate and are going to act the part with you. Theyâre going to be so emotionally content with you and the family youâll create (even if itâs just the two of you), they wonât be able to stay away from you, like they just wonât. Supposing, they have to travel for work, theyâll feel like their heart isnât beating the way it should, only after they come back home to you will they feel fine again. The two of you are going to bond because much like you theyâre also a silent power and iron hearted. It only makes your love more real though. Theyâre going to be very childlike though, like no matter how much they grow up, theyâll always continue being like their child self i.e. kind, fun loving, pure and innocent but just in a bigger and more grown body đ. You gotta be careful with their heart, theyâre so pure, they need to be protected for real. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.
âš ! ŕł Pile 2 ęą
ę° Your current personality ęą
In the past, you used to be someone who used to work in harmony with others and almost blended with others in a way where you even started thinking, and looking at things from their perspective even if it was hurtful and disrespectful towards you. Youâve grown to become someone who values passion and has a very passionate nature that you, yourself are aware of, and you have this understanding now that youâre not as helpless as you once felt. You might feel like even though the helplessness felt real back then, it never really was. One thing that you seem to be aware of is that others did put you in this situation of helplessness but instead of being all âIâm the victimâ, even though you have the awareness that you didnât deserve it, youâre instead reasonably accepting where others did you wrong and where you did yourself wrong. You donât seem to care as much about what others think anymore. You are starting to become more empowered but you know that this is not the end, that youâll only grow to become more and more empowered going forward until you fully step into your power. You are at a phase where you find it both funny and angering that you let yourself be trapped by shitty people and shitty situations. Youâre not being excessively hard on yourself anymore though. Instead, your life is changing and youâve made the choice to actively change for the best too. Youâre embracing transformations and all the events of the past that are helping you grow into a new version of yourself. Youâre still in the process of it. Youâve become very cutthroat and donât mind being mean. You realise that your boundaries were too low at some point, your standards were too low which led to you experiencing low quality experiences so youâre honestly a bit defensive. Youâre reestablishing your boundaries and have already managed to do enough of it. Youâre very firm in your boundaries at this point and desire to be yourself, even if it offends others. Youâre also very hardworking and have this desire to improve your skills, and build new ones. You value routines, self improvement and productivity these days, and actively try to manage them. You still hurt sometimes but Iâm getting that compared to how much you hurt the past and how helpless, and trapped you felt, this is nothing. Hurtful memories and thoughts pop up into your mind sometimes but you are choosing not to operate from that state of hurt at this point. Emotionally, youâre giving yourself a chance to be a kid, youâre going yourself a chance for newness, youâre giving yourself a chance to dream and to feel happy, joyful and grateful despite all the pain that youâve experienced. Youâre starting to find and develop this new passion for life and yourself, and also a new way of thinking and communicating that is creating this contentment within you. Youâre starting to count your blessings is what Iâm hearing. There was once a time when you wished for nothing more than to change, to be open to newness and now you have it, despite feeling heavy hearted sometimes, usually youâre pretty content and satisfied these days even if youâre not filled with utter joy, you still have an inner joy within you.
Youâre planning your future based on your passions while trying to make the most out of your life right in the present moment. I saw this video on Instagram, basically the girl asks god to make her life better than 99% of the people and god fulfils her wish but she ends up living the same life she currently has because her life is better than 99% of the people already. You seem to be sort of aware of the fact that despite the problems, you also have your own set of blessings anyway so youâre choosing to not let the sorrow and negativity you feel sometimes overpower you. You value passion so much, you probably think about sex a lot too. On a soul level, you fear being abandoned, betrayed and hurt. You fear being heavily emotionally involved with people just to be left behind. Youâve realised that the realest connections are those that flow naturally yet at its own time and not the connections where you seem to vibe right away just to be disillusioned later. Youâve learned many tough lessons through the tough realisations that you had when you had to accept things as they were. Youâre very passionate and seem to be focused on your goals in some way. Youâve realised that no one can bring you the happiness that you can bring yourself. You try to be enough for yourself while also actively developing as a person. You have a great zest for exploring and seeing where life has to take you. Youâre sort of detached and yet anticipating growth, and change in your life. Your approach to connections have changed, you want to be the one who gets approached and pursued. You have this desire to leave all of your past behind, to simply be present and youâre doing really well, I would say. You sometimes think âjust like I desire connections, other people also desire connections. They can come to me if theyâd like.â Your standards for the people youâre going to let in seem to be pretty high too. You are proud that you have matured enough to not look at your past too nostalgically. Youâve become someone who doesnât value your history with people as much anymore, you only value what their recent and current actions show you. Youâve given up on carrying the burdens of connections solely by yourself, you prefer dealing with your emotions by yourself and these days dealing with negative emotions for you is to just letting them go, just letting them slip away. Youâre someone who prioritises self care and is deliberately taking care of yourself. Emotionally, youâre remaining a lot of control within yourself. Youâre at a point where if anyone tries to get you out of your emotionally peaceful zone, youâre going to get angry and possibly blow up. Youâre very selfless emotionally and desire someone so strikingly and unconditionally kind, and selfless in your life that you would naturally feel like you can give out unconditionally, selflessly and generously. You also think about virtues like kindness and selflessness a lot because itâs innately in your nature. Despite choosing to have stronger boundaries and not being as selfless as you once were, youâre still kind and giving in some way. You seem to have a lot of faith in yourself. You believe that the grass will always be greener for you no matter where you end up because you have the resources to and are willing to water it.
ę° Your future spouseâs personality when youâll be together ęą
Your future spouse is someone who doesnât mind leaving people behind. I keep on getting something about peace here, they do not like it when people try to mess with their peace of mind. There seem to have been times in community settings like school, church, etc. or work settings in which people have taken offence to their presence for no reason and made it their mission to humiliate, hurt and leave your person out within those environments. Something like this could have happened during their school life, possibly middle school for some of them or highschool which has caused this thing to stay deep within their psyche. âI can never forgetâ is what Iâm hearing. They will still be carrying some baggage from that time. What seems to have been even more heartbreaking for them was that they didnât even feel like they belonged anywhere. Some of them didnât even feel like belonged within their own family. âYouâre in the wind, Iâm in the water, nobodyâs son, nobodyâs daughter.â They didnât feel like they belonged anywhere so wherever they were was their home. Theyâll know how to take good care of themself. Theyâll also be good natured and genuinely consider others including you obviously. Theyâre going to put a lot of emphasis onto both self care and selflessness. When they were younger, they felt like they were loved only when they tangibly added onto otherâs lives so they naturally tried to be of service to others but at some point, they found out that they could be disrespected despite what they do for others but they found an inner joy when giving out freely and selflessly so they will try to give out to those who they think deserve, and need it. It seems to be very subconscious, something that they wonât be aware of. Theyâre going to worry about your well-being and quite literally the type to scold you if you tell them that you havenât eaten yet. Theyâre going to be the one to pursue a connection with you and will be very sensitive, and tactful. Theyâll know just what to say to make your heart flutter and slowly open up to trusting them. Theyâre going to be a true romantic and such a charmer. Like, you wonât even be able to stay mad at them because theyâll know just how to melt your heart. Iâm getting that whenever youâre with them, youâll just be smiling ear to ear. Despite the baggage that theyâll be carrying, theyâre going to be a very present person. Some of them are also going to be very physically active as well. Theyâre going to know how to make you feel special by expressing their gratitude for you. âYou know, I donât know how I got so lucky to get with you.â The love that youâre going to share is going to feel surreal in nature due to how well theyâll treat you. Theyâre going to be quite a flirt with you. In fact, I donât like to say this and itâs not intentional but due to how smooth their tongue naturally is, there will be moments when youâll probably get mad about them flirting with others. Iâm getting a very golden retriever kind of a personality from them.
Theyâre going to be very touchy with you in little ways such as resting their head on your shoulder, tugging at your sleeves, kissing your shoulder, kissing your neck, so on and so forth. Despite moments when youâll get upset about their smooth tongue, theyâre going to make it up to you by romancing you. Theyâre also going to be genuinely remorseful because despite their intentions, theyâre going to understand where youâre coming from. Theyâre going to be the type to pepper you with kisses all over your face while apologising to you. Instead of jumping to be all defensive when you point out something that hurts you or makes you feel less secure within the connection, theyâre instead going to take accountability for their actions and tongue, and genuinely try to make it up to you and will try not repeat the same thing in the future. Theyâre honestly very pure of heart. Theyâre going to be a bit more secretive about their negative emotions initially but youâll be able to see right through them because the connection youâll share will be very youthful in nature. Like, youâre going to bring out their inner child so youâll naturally end up seeing their vulnerabilities. Even throughout the marriage, late into it, theyâre going to have the biggest crush on you. Honeymoon phase? What is that? Theyâll only know your connection. Theyâll be psychically connected to you. Youâll understand each other without having to say much if anything at all. I just heard âcompleting each otherâs sentencesâ. Deep into the marriage, theyâre going to break down in front of you and legit cry, not caring about gender roles, and stereotypes. Iâm getting that your marriage is going to be one where there will not be particular gender roles, theyâre going to want to take care of you and the household in any way possible, and youâll want to do the same. There could be some childhood or abandonment wound for many of your future spouses. Theyâre going to have worked on healing their wounds of not having been enough in the past, of having been left out in the cold, of having been abandoned time and time again. They could have felt abandoned by their family emotionally and financially, like even if they had family, it was basically as good as not having any. Not every one of them is going to have had a bad family life but theyâll still have dealt with abandonment in the past and will have dealt with the aftermath of that. Theyâll have released the grief and will be moving forward with you after having overcome a lot of despair. Theyâre going to have an understanding of whatâs truly valuable and thatâs going to be you, thatâs going to be the present moment and just life as it is. Youâre going to heal their inner child, make their inner child feel happy and safe, and they could never not love you due to who you are and how you make them feel. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.
âš ! ŕł Pile 3 ęą
ę° Your current personality ęą
You are a loving, kind and nurturing person who is thinking about how youâre never anyoneâs first choice. âNobodyâ by Mitski is coming through here. You have always been very empathetic and kind, often even trying to look at things from the other personâs perspective and just remaining eternally loving, and empathetic. âYouâre losing meâ by Taylor Swift is coming through. âHow long could we be a sad song? Till we were too far gone to bring back to life. I gave you all my best meâs, my endless empathy and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. Fighting in only your army, frontlines, donât you ignore me. Iâm the best thing at this party (youâre losing me) and I wouldnât marry me either - a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.â Youâve developed this mindset of âwhatâs the point of genuinely doing for people if they wonât even recognise it or appreciate it?â You used to have good intentions towards people and tried to be there for them in tangible ways. Youâre thinking about all the times that you were neglecting yourself by trying to be there for others just because you wanted to remain unconditionally loving. You wonder if you were scared to be lonely sometimes. Youâre adjusting your priorities currently because you feel like youâre being unable to take care of yourself as well as you could. A very specific message but someone here could have not been taking their medicines or multivitamins for a few days now, possibly a week or so (maybe you ran out of it or just forgot). Due to how everyone has preferred someone else over you, you sometimes wonder if youâre just that unworthy or at least if people deem you to be so. Internally, you seem to be aware that youâre a very worthy and admirable person but for some reason, it seems to remain unrecognised by others which confuses you. Your self esteem seems to be really low and youâre a bit more self reliant these days because in the past, being kind, loving and social, someone who gave a lot led you to nothing but humiliation, disrespect and loneliness. Iâm hearing that song in my head but itâs been such a long time since Iâve heard it, Iâm not sure what the lyrics are. Just looked it up and âwhat do you get when you fall in love? A guy with a pin to burst your bubble, thatâs what you get for all your trouble. I'll never fall in love againâ, âwhat do you get when you kiss a guy? You get enough germs to catch pneumonia. After you do, he'll never phone ya. I'll never fall in love againâ, âdonât tell me what it's all about âcause I've been there and I'm glad I'm out, out of those chains, those chains that bind youâ and âwhat do you get when you fall in love? You only get lies and pain and sorrow. So for at least until tomorrow. I'll never fall in love again.â Iâm also getting that you have money and career on your mind, thatâs what your main area of concern these days is. You felt left out in the cold, actually, itâs not just a feeling, you were in fact left out in the cold. You pretty much had your life turned upside down and everything stripped away from you. Currently, youâre trying to climb up this rock bottom and have already made significant progress. There seems to be a lot of financial responsibility placed upon you so there are times when you get into small disagreements and discussions with people because of money?
Probably just family members. You could feel like there is no one to not only emotionally support you but also financially support you. Someone in your family could have made a financial promise to you but could not follow through. It could have been something as simple as âfocus solely on your education because Iâll make sure you get to complete your educationâ just for them to be unable to live up to that promise. Your worst of the worst fears came true, Iâm not even exaggerating right now but you have just been facing it and trying to rise above it all. Youâve already survived the worst and you seem to be aware of that. Youâre learning a lot from the past and are trying to build a stronger foundation, and more stability for and within yourself. You feel isolated and are choosing to be alone as well. Youâre slowly healing, even if you donât feel like it, trust your journey. One thing that I need to correct you about are your little anger tantrums that youâve been having recently. Youâre facing a lot of setbacks in your life and tend to feel uninspired by it sometimes but you still try to get up, and maintain a routine. You seem to have failed to do so many times this year but itâs almost the end of the year and youâve not yet given up, that says a lot. Even emotionally, youâre pretty alone. Just a hack for you, you need to commit to a routine and goal consistently, thatâs how youâre going to grow emotionally and become more stable. You feel like emotionally too, within connections most people are inefficient and youâd rather be alone than settle for such inefficiency. You lacked receiving respect from your peers at one point which led to you feeling powerless and possibly even manipulated. You could have fallen victim to other people acting like they were better than you, that they were right when in reality, they were just self absorbed and acting self assured but back then, it was easy for you to fall victim to them undermining you. You seem to have had an inferiority complex back then honestly. It caused you to feel confused yet angry but with no where to express any sort of emotions at all. You were given the misinformation that something was wrong with you and you believed it. Now that youâre starting to come to your senses, youâre like âhow could I be so stupid?â and youâre mostly angry at these people. Youâre focused on your own ethics, morals, money and provision of some sort. Many of you here seem to be providers or at least self providers at a young age with a genuine desire to provide outwardly to others. You are currently breaking free from all that had you trapped and feeling disempowered. Youâre starting to accept yourself and are becoming free. Youâre embracing your authenticity and are not as afraid of being the black sheep anymore as you once were. You are making choices everyday that your course of life could depend on. Every little change you make could make or break your future. Youâre a very emotionally intense person and have jumped to conclusions that if they loved and respected you, theyâd not put you through everything that you had to go through. You are also self protective and slightly closed off when it comes to connections because you desire emotionally rich and intense people who will choose you, and only you. You lack tolerance for anything lesser than this.
ę° Your future spouseâs personality when youâll be together ęą
Right off the bat, I am getting that the both of you will act out in ways that are incompatible with each other. Initially, before the two of you get together, theyâre going to feel connected to you and will want to explore that connection with you, and will desire directness so theyâll come forth fast but itâs going to come off as kind of off putting to you. Youâre going to awaken this love within them, the desire for it, this excitement and youâll make their inner child very very happy. Theyâll be taken by you almost right away but they seem to flirt in a way where they come off egoistic and arrogant. This reminds me of that one time when one guy called me weak right on the first meeting as an attempt to apparently âflirt with meâ đ. I found him very off putting too so I totally get you here. Youâre going to see them as someone who has high expectations for themself and others but fears new responsibilities, and is sort of commitment phobic. Itâs going to be funny because theyâll be getting so emotionally involved with you, having so much love for you and just feeling giddy around you, like theyâll feel like a child around you quite literally which could lead to their personality coming off a bit childish too. The way theyâll present themself will make you not want to trust them. Theyâll end up acting like a bit of an âall talk, no actionâ kind of a person. Youâll also find them to be sort of rude when theyâll try to tease you and you wonât have it in you to put up with whatever this bullshit is. Not my words, thatâs how youâll think. Oddly enough, theyâll also be acting with a lot of integrity and fairness. Theyâre going to have a lot of life lessons that theyâre going to share with you. Theyâre going to be truthful with you for the most part but youâre still going to doubt their loyalty due to how commitment phobic they come off. Youâre just going to find them to be unstable for you. Youâll think that youâll be around each other for just a short time then move on with your lives once you lose touch with each other. At some point, theyâre going to end up making you feel unwelcome and vice versa. This is why I was saying that you will both act out in ways that are incompatible with one another. Youâre going to feel like itâs just difficult for the both of you to come into the same page and theyâre going to feel like that too. Youâre going to think that they didnât take enough of an initiative when it came to you so they mustâve not wanted you enough. Theyâll feel like maybe you lack feelings towards them and it was all in their head. You will probably fall out of touch with one another and theyâre going to miss you so much. Theyâre going to find more of themself, more love and more direction within their life but thereâs going to be this lack of emotional fulfilment. Theyâre going to reminisce over you and miss you so much when youâre in no contact. Iâm not sure how youâll come back together but their love for you will not have lessened with time, instead it will have only intensified, alongside their awareness of it having grown stronger. When youâll first meet each other, even if you really wanted to, you would not have been able to make it work because you will just be so out of sync with one another but this time apart is going to be beneficial in terms of being sure about your feelings.
You will make them question their values a lot and they will make you question yours which could be the reason you feel triggered by each other, hence you put this off as something unstable and ânot rightâ for you. You will put the past behind in order to move forward together. When youâll be together, theyâre going to create a lot of conflicts with you because first, you seem to be incompatible with each other, second, theyâll sort of question your loyalty and their importance in your life, theyâll just feel like you were more than fine without them when you lost contact the first time so why wouldnât you be fine now? Youâre going to love this pile if you like your partners obsessed with you though because they will be. Also, I think that youâre going to enjoy seeing them all riled up over you because it will make you feel desired but at the same time, youâll also not like it. The connection youâll share will be so complicated, I donât even know what to say. Youâll most likely be opposite in some ways which will lead to an irresistible attraction but also disagreements. Theyâre always going to want to do right by you within the connection and will want to grow old with you. Theyâll be committed to you and will take accountability for anything that might have affected you negatively. Theyâre going to want to have the partnership be fair and balanced. Theyâre going to get pretty jealous and will want to be your one, and only in every way. Theyâre going to be quite a grudge holder though. Theyâre going to feel unstable within your relationship sometimes because of how you didnât seem to have any problem being away from them the first time you lost touch. If you talk to them in a slightly different tone, cancel plans or travels, theyâre going to feel upset and slightly unstable. Theyâre going to sometimes feel like they have an overload of things to do all the time but they still make up time for you but you donât do the same for them so maybe youâre still keeping your options open because of how the first time around they let you go. âIs he/she still mad at me for that?â Aww, theyâre insecure within the relationship but very sweet. Even years and decades into the marriage, theyâll still feel just as giddy and happy around you. Theyâre going to admire, adore and deeply love you. Theyâre going to care about your feelings and will be very keen on making the relationship succeed. Theyâre going to remember your younger days and will want to tear up at how much youâve both grown. The excitement that theyâll feel towards you, the way theyâre just filled with utter and childlike joy with you, will never disappear. Something interesting that is coming through here is that the universe or god didnât intend for you to be together as life partners. It was originally supposed to be something that brings you both comfort, something that you learn from and are able to grow into your best selves, discover your individual purposes in life and beat emotional dissatisfaction by yourselves after meeting each other but you will make the impossible possible by desiring each other and loving each other so purely. Oh yeah, you were asking for an emotionally intense and rich partner, you will get exactly that. Congratulations. Thank you for reading. Much love and take care.
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â DARLINâ CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE ? ,
ᥴꪍâ sum. if you knew youâd be sandwiched between two of your dadâs colleagues, youâdâactually letâs not finish that sentence. turns out you get walked in on by shiu kong, tojiâs best friend whoâs also your ex boyfriend. awkwardâŚ
wc. 6.5k
warnings. fem! reader, toji & shiu kong, threeĹome, age gap + (reader's over twenty), unprotected, shiu walks in on you and toji, size kink, cowgirl dp, sucking toji's nipples, praise, degradation, shotgunning, double penn, overstim, spit, squĂrting, spanking, face-fucking, cunnĂŹllingus.
dbf! toji masterlist.
oh, everything felt like a fever dreamâŚ
one of those dreams that was so good that you just never wanted to wake up fromâyeah, those ones. itâs been quite some time since your little fling with your fatherâs best friend took off, as if youâd even call it a 'fling' anymore. perhaps you were getting a bit too attached. maybe he was too, the both of you ended up screwing around literally any chance you got. so secretive, youâd almost gotten caught when your panties were found that one time. thankfully, toji came up with some bullshit excuse that was surprisingly believed.Â
he had a single taste of you, just a taste and he was whipped. addicted just like that. it was a sunday evening, pretty quiet and you were currently drying yourself off from the shower. toji came out right after you, and he lifted you, pressing a sweet wet kiss near the corner of your lips. âmhm. how much time do we have, baby?â
âlike an hour,â youâd mumble, your legs swiftly locking around his slim waist. tojiâs kisses were always so sloppy and rough, a faint touch of passion trodding underneath before his hand found its way near your ass again. a towel wrapped around his waist, another wrapped around your torso, so wet. âi think heâs still out.â
âso i have ya all to myself again,â he rasps, leading you towards the bed, his warm lips coat a plethora of steamy kisses all down your collarbone before placing you down. âperfect.â
although, perhaps it wasnât as perfect as toji initially thought. because who knew youâd get walked in onâagain? not by your father thankfully, but shiu kong, tojiâs long-time best friend, and no one other than your one and only ex-boyfriend.
shit.
you moan, feeling him lie you back down towards the mattress. toji stares at you, such an appetizing stare. he was feral, feral for you.
the two of you had been going at it for hours just moments ago in the showerâyet he wasnât exactly finished with you. toji had stamina equivalent to a hefty stallion, he showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
your eyes peer at his body, his perfectly sculpted hardened pecsâ he was a statue, his entire frame had you soaked. momentarily, he then starts to slowly peel your towel off. heâs slow, basking in your beauty, seeing your body was a sight he doesnât think heâd ever get used to.
âdamn. look at this perfect fuckinâ body,â he huffs out, taking in every sight of you. every curve, every angle . .
you felt your heart throb for a moment before he leans in to plant a multitude of chaste kisses near your tummy. toji then lolls his tongue out briefly, creating a wet trail to lick way down between your legs. âmessy girl. âs still running down yâer thighs.â
âclean it off me then.â youâd tease him, parting your legs ever further for him.Â
toji tsks, kissing his teeth before brushing a thumb between the slit of your folds. so damp, so swollen . . . swollen just from a few moments ago.
you watch as he gets on the bed, it sinks down a tad bit from his weight â a springing noise commences in the process. he decides to be a mere tease and blows against your pussy. near the very entrance part. the moment he watches you twitch as a response, he snickers. âooooh. someoneâs eager. look at how ya respond from just a little blow, baby.â
ât âŚ. toji,â youâd choke out, grabbing onto the ruffled slightly wet strands of his hair. âhurry up ân just finish.â
ânah. girl. what i tell ya âbout rushing me?â he grouses, and his abrupt switch of attitude made you throb.
you whimper once you watch him graze a thumb down your sopping cunt. your body was still immensely wet from the shower, he brings a single kiss towards your folds before lapping up the remnants of your syrupy flavor. ânow shut the fuck up ân let me enjoy my mealââ
the entire atmosphere gets indecorously ruined once your door opens, and the familiar person standing there is the last person youâd expect to meet eyes with.
ââŚâŚ.oh my,â a low rasp escapes from his mouth, and you sit up as well as does toji. there stood shiu kong, in nothing but his usual attractive business attire. his hands were deeply buried into the fronts of his pockets, and a typical lit cigarette stuck out of his mouth. âfushigurooo?â
â⌠shiu?â youâd mutter, and toji glances at you.Â
âpsh. donât tell me you two know each other,â toji dramatically rolls his eyes, getting up to close your sprawled out legs for him. your mouth suddenly felt dry and shiu stares at you with the most blank, unreadable expression.
you awkwardly squeeze your thighs together. âuh, sorta.â
âsortaâŚ? sorta?â shiu replies, and heâs amused. you lowly grumble to yourself, finding this entire situation crazily awkward. better yet, howâd he evenâyou had too many unanswered questions. âaw. now doll, donât try âta be all smug in front of this cheap bastard. she means to say, we used to be a thing.â
toji grows quiet before, clicking his tongue out of sheer annoyance before scoffing. âyouâre joking.â
the entire room felt so hot, you had the most dumbest expression on your face the entire time.
talk about timing . . seems like the universe was never on your side.
your ex-boyfriend and the guy you were currently messing around with in the same room? only to discover that they had history also. talk about a small fucking world. you clear your throat, shielding your body with a cover before mutterng. â...shiu, why are youââ
âdid ya forget, doll? iâm your dadâs handler,â shiu says with a mere bland tone. he shifts his weight before pulling his hands out his pockets. his posture was straight and he fixes his collar. the band of his watch glimmers in the light, so flashy.
god, he was so sexyâŚ
forevermore with a cigarette sticking between his pink lips, his gaze that he gave you was so intimate. hooded eyes that you always got lost in, you could never forget shiu. âtold your father i had to use the menâs room, only to find out youâre getting all nasty for this bum,â and then he smirks. âwoah. toji you grew two inches.â
you were smart enough to know shiu was talking about tojiâs height..
ââŚdoll,â toji repeats with a mocking sneer, ignoring his little comment.
perhaps you were a bit delusional, but judging from tojiâs tone he sounds⌠jealous? âstill canât believe you dated this guy,â he yawns, sitting up to strech before glancing at you. âwhoâs better in bed?â
â...huh?â you murmur, not expecting a question as such as that. again, the entire room felt thick of hot tensed air. you squeezed your thighs shut before realizing both of them were giving you the same intrigued stare. they favored each other if you squinted.
mayhaps your type was quite obvious. older guys with dark hair, tall and buff ⌠the list continues to go on and on. âum, probablyââ
âgirl, donât answer that.â toji grumbles, immediately cutting you off from speaking any further.Â
shiu snickers, making himself comfortable by sitting between the both of you. âawh. mad that she was gonna say me, toji toji?â
âcall me that again ân youâll be six feet under, shiu.â he stares at him, and you nearly gasp once you feel toji softly place his hand down near your thigh. his touch . . . it never failed to make you practically weak in the knees.Â
you feel yourself growing more hot the more toji gingerly skims a thum between your squeezed thighs before you speak, âso you two know each other?â
âyeahh, we fuck on the low.â shiu shrugs, and that makes the tips of tojiâs ears boil. the difference between toji and shiu was somewhat cute yet humorous. toji was more laid back and stern whilst shiu was more playful and perhaps even a little dominant. âtoji would never admit it though.â
ââŚ..weâre just close friends,â toji bleats, and a near cute pout tugs on his lips. heâs still holding onto your thigh, yet it starts to go higher and you had to restrain yourself from moaning. âhe works for me too or whatever,â and thatâs when toji leans in close to you, scudding a thumb near your chin. âenough about him though.â
firmly, toji grips your chin before closing the remaining distance with a kiss. a rough kiss. you already lost whatever composure you had left, moaning right into his mouth the moment his lips mashed against yours. minty, he always had such a sweet candied flavor to him.
toji groans himself, feeling your tongue swiftly glide against his, giving it a brief suck.
the way you were somehwat of a . . . sloppy kisser so to speak, he always found it so cute. you breathe through your nose, warm jagged breaths colliding amongst each other before suddenly youâre pulled away abruptly.Â
your peripherals spot shiu lingering near the corner of you. you turn while he holds your chin now, removing his cigarette before whispering in a low, âmmm. may i get a taste too, doll?â
âyâyes,â you mutter immensely, and you donât even realize how fast you said it before shiu swipes a thumb against your bottom lip. so shiny, heâs missed your lipsâhe remembers how you taste, it was saved all the way in the back of his mind. he stares at you for a long while, a quite stern yet relaxed expression.
ânow now, open that mouth for me,â he whispers, and you listen without even questioning. âjust like that, goooood girl . .â
toji watches the two of you. heâs got the biggest scowl on his face and its adorable.
itâs not like you two were a thing or anything, but he wasnât fond of sharing his new favorite girl.
once you part your spit-glossed lips, shiu blows a nice amount of smoke into your mouth. a decent sum of smoke. you moan, wanting him to kiss you and after long seconds later, he finally does. shiuâs kisses were more sincere and passionate. it was as if he was waiting to kiss you again for ages, it felt natural. you couldnât lie to yourself, you missed shiu . . a lot more than you wanted to admit probably. nothing relatively bad caused the two of you to break up. the two of you just separate and decided to be just friends, but did friends kiss the way you and him were doing?Â
probably⌠not.
a concoction of your own saliva concisely mixes with his, and you can still taste the rough scented smoke on his tongue. you feel yourself throb, grazing your tongue near his before toji pulls you off.
âokay thatâs enough,â toji growls, and then you watch as he wipes your lips. you could tell he wanted more of you, and not like toji would ever admit it, but . . seeing you kiss shiu turned him on a little. âtell me,â he says, and his thumb runs across near your chin. he was so close to your lips, nearly inches apart from kissing you again. âwho do you want more? me or that idiot?â
you keek at the two of them, both exchanging the same lust filled gaze before you hum, merely out of breath. âiâ i want both..â
âgreedy girl,â shiu snickers, moving a few strands of hair away from your face. shiuâs right beside you before he makes you sit right on his lap. you hear toji grumble before he starts to peel the cover that was shielding the top half of your body off. âi bet youâre still a mess from toji, huh,â and he gently reaches in between your legs to rub against your slick entrance. you moan, feeling shiu drag two fingers inside. he feels the residuum of tojiâs cum that filled you to the brim, merely leaking all out before he chortles. âmy, what a dirty girl. howâs it feel when i do . . this?â
you mewl out another whimper, feeling him curl his fingers further inside before shiu runs it against your swollen slit. âgâgood,â and then you stare at toji whoâs got the cutest jealous scowl. âtoji . . kiss me.â
âdonât fuckinâ tell me what to do,â toji carps, and he cups your face, kissing you anyway. you lean into his embrace, and thatâs when you feel shiuâs knee propped up right underneath youâright between your precious thighs.
you moan, your body moving rhythmically before sooner than you knew it, you were riding shiuâs thigh, you hear shiu cackle, a hand teasingly sliding up your frame. he bounces his thigh and a tiny squeal leaves past your lips as tojiâs tongue roughly swipes against yours. you felt so hot, being felt by two menâtwo men that wanted you just as bad as you wanted them. the friction, it had you whimpering all inside tojiâs mouth, you couldnât stay still and they both found it adorable.
âso eager,â shiu murmurs, a hand squeezing against your hip. his roughly textured fingers always felt soft on you, you remembered his touch like it never left your body.
(mainly because it didnât, it never didâŚ)
you were still a bit damp from your shower, nearly dried off when shiu leans in to kiss near your neck. âtoji doesnât deserve a pretty girl like you,â he whispers, taking a fleeting pause between each pull away he makes. âjusâ look at how yâer riding my thigh right now, doll. you missed this, missed me.â
toji turns your head to focus strictly on him now, deepening the passionate kiss before he bites gingerly near your bottom lip. you moan, your arms slinging around his neck before he eventually breaks away.
âshut up, shiu,â he scoffs before a hand trails down towards your ass, he gives it a firm squeeze before spanking it. âyou want both of us, princess? ân look at me when you answer.â
the entire room felt clouded with heat â the tension, you could feel it from a mile away. you were pulsing, yet you were most likely sure it wasnât your heart but instead right between your legs. you stare into tojiâs eyes, murmuring out a sweet, âyes, i want you both,â and tojiâs thumb continues to run against your lower lip. he teasingly pulls it down, darkened eyes flickering towards your mouth before you moan. âplease...â
âsuch good manners for a good girl,â shiu utters, and he continues to twitch his thigh against your legs. you were still insanely sensitive thanks to toji earlier, feeling his hand rub right near the inner part of your thigh. the way his pants against your leg creates so much friction, you started to spasmâit was that easy. âi bet i can make you finish quicker than toji ever could.â
âoh please. is that a challenge?â toji gruffs, and he suddenly makes you lie flat on your back.
you swore things like this only happened in the moviesâbeing shared between two hot men, coincidentally enough, you had some sort of history with the both of them. more-so shiu, toji was just a mere fling, nothing more . . or was it? âdonât get so cocky. i last longer than you anyways.â
âyeah? and how would you know?â shiu snickers, placing his cigarette back between his lips.
â . . . . â
their banter was so annoying yet it was practically laughable. you eye as they both sat over you, shiu makes you suddenly sit up before youâre laid flat on all fours. your palms dig into the silk cushioned sheets and tojiâs right in front of you. âpretty girl,â he huffs out in a rough voice, grabbing ahold of your chin. âstick out that tongue ân say ah for me, baby.â
you comply with ease, slowly rolling out your tongue and toji groans.
always so obedient, you watch as he removes his own shower towel before being met with his hefty shaft. you could never get used to the sight, despite how feral he had you just moments ago.
âyâer pretty but youâd look even prettier with this bratty mouth stuffed all full,â he grumbles through gritted teeth. you moan, feeling as toji rubs and smears his fat tip against your lips. he then smacks against your tongue and you moan, oh so desperate for him to hurry. the way your tongue tried to sneak a lick but couldnât due to the movements, cuteâŚ
tojiâs tip was dashingly pretty, swollen with a pearly pink tip. he had a few specks of black hair near his base, the carpet most certainly matched the drapes. your tongue strums against the head before he grips a handful of your hair strands. a brief yank that makes you slightly jolt forward earns a sweetened moans from you.
âtojiâs made such a mess out of you, huh,â shiu says from behind you, and you gasp once you feel him bring a kiss towards your ass. his kisses were sweet and gentle, he brings a single sharp spank to your ass simply to watch the recoil jitter right before his eyes and he grins. âmhm. missed this ass. look at how happy she is to see me again.â
your back arch you had going on was immaculate, hands propped into the fat sheets of the bedâyour eyes remained focused on toji the entire time, slowly but surely lapping up the remaining sprinkles of pre that coat his tip near his frenulum. his most weak spotâŚ
you made sure to take your time, purely savoring his sweet yet bitter taste. he groans, pulling your head forward just a second before you whine once you feel shiuâs tongue run against your soaked entrance.
âaw. toji got ya all soaked already? damn shame,â shiu grits, and your eyes suddenly droop out of pure pleasure the moment he delves his tongue right between your slit. you couldnât lie, you missed his long tongueâso long, it reached many many places.
his technique was always killer, a bit different than toji. he preferred eating you from the back, the tip of his hooked nose prods everywhere, getting damper and damper in the process. he removes his cigarette of course before he dives in, and you could barely concentrate. you couldnât process anything in that small brain of yours. it was merely impossible.
âeyes up here, girl,â toji reminds you in a rough pitched voice, bringing your head to face him once more. you felt the sensation brew and brew, nerves forevermore pulsing through your veins. your mouth was full, tojiâs cock was so fat that strands of your own spit starts to seep out near the corners of your lips. pouring down like a waterfall, you were a drenched mess.
and he loved it.
âoh fuckinâ shit, how âbout that? yâer drooling for me,â he scoffs, bringing a thumb to wipe it all away. âsuch a mess,â and then he slowly thrusts his hips into your mouth, making you cling onto his beefy thighs. âsuch . . a . . fuckinâ . . messsss,â heâd coo gruffly between thrusts. you could savor his taste forever, such thick balls reaching to the very back of your throat. âhowâs it taste. the meal okay?â
it was a mere joke, he knew you couldnât physically reply due to your throat being blocked with such bulky inches of dick, but you nod.
âyeah? yeah. best meal youâve ever fuckinâ had. donât forget it.â
you whine, feeling shiuâs tongue resume against your clit. he knew just where to go, to pivot and slither his tongue past all the right spots. heâs always been a sloppy eater, occasionally breaking away to spit right onto your swollen folds. it was his favorite part. spitting on your cunt only to clean it up happily with his tongue.
âsheâs so pretty,â he sighs, and then thatâs when he blows on your pussyâstraight on it. your eyes start to roll back, it was dramatic, reallyâŚ
âget her niiiiice ân wet. i know toji always fails at that part,â shiu jibes, and that earns a vexed glare from toji. you tremble within him, his tongue being practically no match for you. you part your lips, nearly gagging once toji reaches way past near the roof of your mouth. âooooh. that spot, baby?â he purrs in a seductive voice, watching his own spit trickle right in between your puffed folds. it was a sight to witness, glistening spit making your entire clit sheeny.
âsheâs gonna cum, shiu,â toji groans, basically guiding your head by this point. you bobble back and forth, back and forth, a hand then wrapping around his erect shaft. your thumb skims against the few veins that coat near his dick, and you continue to moan out sweet muffled whimpers. so close, you could nearly taste your candied orgasm approaching.
shiu hums, two rough hands spreading your ass a bit further before he starts to create loooong sloppy sucks.
by that point, you were just near the edge. he was so good, you felt your nipples start to perk and tenseâyou whine, still taking toji into your mouth before you watch toji start to moan louder too. the both of you were approaching quickly, he huffs out a single breath before giving you a single head pat. âmake me cum girl, fuckinâ do it.â
you blink thrice, feeling your eyes become watery for a brief moment. gradually, you swipe your tongue against his tip before sinking deeper down. your throat was so compatible, compatible with his inches. so much saliva ran down the sides of your mouth and down your chest. he had to keep wiping it like a true gentlemen.
gentleman was⌠a word.
waves started to grow, rising and rising. the build up of it all was purely exultant, euphoric evenâŚ
for the both of you, it felt so hypnotizing. equivalent to a tsunami about to create total havoc, he felt the ache in his thighs subside before building back up again. your maw lowers just a tad bit. and toji groans lowly, making your head go back and forth until he heard those sweet gagging sounds once more.
he was really that big, you always wonder how he even fit inside your mouth sometimesâhe always made it for thoughâŚ. just for you.
his favorite girl.
the moment toji cums, itâs so much.
it comes out in warm spurts. ropes and ropes galore.
your tongue catches it all, making sure to not miss a single drop. it tasted sweetly bitter, sugary but bitter. he shakes a bit, a hand still tightly grabbing onto the crown of your head as he finishes down your throat. whenever he came, he came a lot. toji never failed to leave your throat full, loaded with such velvety ropes of his honeyed flavor. âs-shittt,â heâd pant, feeling his chest tighten. hearing toji stutter was always cute, the swear that left past his lips sounded so enchanting. he swallows, and whilst he pulls out his now flaccid length, he grumbles. âstick that shit out for me.â
you loll out your tongue yet again, showing him that you proudly swallowed it all and he wipes a few beads from his forehead, feeling at such a high, ââŚ.phew girl.â
you end up finishing shortly afterward, your body jerking against shiuâs tongue. it felt so intense, you shook violently, legs shakingâcontractions arising everywhere. his tongue slows down, still against your clit before the endorphins that ran through your body waves and roams all throughout. you bit your lip, finally coming undone and your moan was so pitchy and loud.
âforgot how noisy ya usually get,â shiu remarks, and you felt yourself still profusely throbbing. you swipe a tongue over your lips before moaning. once shiu gifts your ass with a final mean spank, itâs so rough. âawh,â and then he shifts his gaze towards tojiâa very flustered-and-out-of-breath toji. âlook at toji babygirl. âs all speechless. is he usually like this?â
ânâno,â you spat, intaking a sharp breath before sitting upright. your entire body still felt warm, tingles running all over before you stare at toji yourself.
he glares at the two of you, suddenly feeling cornered before sternly.
âshut the fuck up. âm not flustered,â and then he grabs ahold of your arm. softly, he pulls you into his chest before he falls back. âany-fuckinâ-way,âweâre not finished here, little girl. we havenât even gotten to the best part,â and you watch as he gives himself a few concise strokes. he was surprisingly hard a bit, despite his previous release. âshiu, get over here.â
âah, so demanding,â he sneers. with glossy eyes, you reach for shiuâs black long slacks, giving it a cute tug. he hums out in sheer amusement, watching your fingers unzip near the fly of his pants and you could make out the bulge that was eagerly presenting itself. he moves closer, closing the distance between the two of you before toji briefly lifts you up. âoh i see,â he whispers, and then you feel shiuâs hands softly graze against your waist. âdoll, can you handle both of us inside?â
âyâ yes,â you quickly reply, throwing your arms over toji. he snickers at you, that same scar that runs across his lip contorting each time his facial structure twitches. again, this entire thingâthis entire scenario, it felt like a dream. a fever dream.
a fever dream, you never wanted to wake up.
not now, not ever.
âyeahhh? letâs see,â shiu breathes, and he gingerly brings his hands towards your hips.
thumbs of his gently presses into your skin before he picks you up. by now, youâre hovering over tojiâs angry tip. toji leans back, all manspread with that annoying sly grin. heâs waiting, awaiting patiently. he was never a patient man, but for you, maybe that could have been changed.
you moan, slowly but gradually sinking down onto tojiâs thick length.
the sounds your cunt made upon impact was so lewd, salacious squelch after squelchâit ringed into your ears, so tediously repetitive. as you got lowered down onto toji, you wriggle your hips a bit, grinding forward and he grunts. âdonât fuckinâ do that,â he mutters, spanking you. âstay the fuck still.â
shiu gazes from afar, and thatâs when he whips out his own hardened shaft â he breathes, smothering his glossed lips together before preparing to go inside of you too. into somewhere where it wasnât so occupied, you let off a soft whimper once he inserts himself, real slow.
you were a ticking time bomb, gnawing down on your lip as you started to feel madly stuffed. youâve felt stuffed by toji, but with them both? you felt extra stuffed, double stuffed even..
âs-shiu âs big,â you moan, feeling him slowly ease his way insideâeverything felt so hot. your ears, the very tips of them was probably fuming with a scorching temperature by now. âfuckkkk.â
âalways the right size for you, baby girl,â shiu huffs out, a thumb strumming against your sides. you stare at toji and heâs got the biggest pout on his face. the fact that you two had history irked him for reasonâagain, he shouldnât care. it shouldnât bother him. the two of you werenât even together but still. it pissed him off, he felt threatenedâas if he had some sort of competition against his best friend. âthere we go, easy now. bare with me,â and his voice was so low, right up against your ear. being double stuffed between the two of them, you whine. your hand placement was right onto tojiâs beefy pecs before you tap on him, yearning desperately for his attention.
âwhat.â toji grumbles, his tone was sharp and he grips onto your waist just as youâre about there at taking both of them fully. his pout was cute, briefly glancing at shiu who was propped right up behind you.
his pecs were so soft, chiseled even. it flexed a bit each time you ran a finger against his skin and he shudders a bit. âcan iâŚâ you mumble, a quick short second stare averts towards his nipples. they were so hardenedâperky, you felt awkward at even asking but they were so big, literally right in your face. âcan i suck on them?â
âgirl what?â
you moan, starting to move forward against the both of them, a pace startingâso incredibly stuffed, they both reached deep inside of both holes before you clench. you huff out a single breath before repeating yourself. âi said can iââ
âi ainât deaf, i heard what ya said,â he responds, bringing the left cheek of your ass a brief squeeze. âyou wanna suck on my ⌠nipples?â
âawhhh. donât be mean, let her suck toji. iâd suck too,â shiu cackles, and he starts up a jerking rhythm. you moan out, feeling the girth of them both wholly stretch you out. it felt too good, drool-worthy. âyour tits, i meanâpecs are fuckinâ huge man.â
âshut up. yâer both fuckinâ weirdos,â toji swats, clearly irritated. it was cute, he was cute. he then averts his darkened green eyes back towards you, pleading with your eyes. âfuck. fineâŚ.fine. just not so rough, âm sensitive there.â
you smile, leaning near his chest before softly rolling your tongue against his nipple near his left chest.
you earn an abrupt strained moan from toji, and he wasnât kidding. he really was sensitive there, his head throws back slightlyâso much was occurring that you kind of forget how you were being stuffed full of not only one cock but two. you were quite vocal yourself. slumped against toji as you start to suck on his nipples, you gingerly nibble against it and he slips off a whine.
âaw, doll. you got him soundinâ like a girl.â shiu titters, and his rhythm had you moaning with tojiâs pec right into your mouthâyou felt your mouth âpopâ in surprise, feeling shiuâs fingers slither down against your back. his touch, it was so warm. the way heâd strum his fingers alongside your back had you throbbing desperately for more.
âsâshut up man,â toji groans, a hand grabbing onto your head. he gives it an awkward pat, not exactly wanting you to stop because it feels good. the way you flick your tongue against his nipple, lathering it with your salivaâso lewd, heâs always loved that part about you. he ruffles your hair and for a split second you can see that his eyes sort of soften. âshit baby. just like thatâŚâ
tojiâs rough and mean demeanor went away for a moment it seems.
you whimper once youâre brought back to reality. reality of feeling yourself soak up both shafts buried deep inside of you, buried to the very hilts. your cunt pulsed and pulsed as youâre just rutting back and forth against him. youâre jerking, it was so repetitive as the bed creaks. it created the same harmonic noises of squeaks and creaks, forevermore ringing into both of your twitching ears.
âf-fuckinâ freaky girl,â he breathes through clenched teeth, watching as your eyes playfully linger up at him. âno oneâs everâ did that to me before.â
your body felt so warm against theirs, both bodies colliding against youâyou felt the pace quicken, clenching down on both of them before a whine slides out. your mouth was still primarily occupied, sucking on tojiâs nipple. with a muffled, âmhm,â you suck down a bit deeper, making sure to coat every part of the center of his pec with spit.
he stares at you the entire time with dark dilated pupils, sucking his teeth before he feels his cock twitch inside you.
he was turned onâŚ.
yet after a while it dawned on him, toji wasnât gonna cum from being inside of you with shiu, he was gonna cum from you sucking on his sensitive nipples.
a hard reality to face, he was the epitome of embarrassed.
âfuck,â he growls, watching you still attach your lips against his nipplesâshiu continues to stuff you full from behind, he starts to feel his breathing rapidly pick up. tojiâs thigh aches as heâs just bouncing it against you. âshiu, quit fuckinâ looking at me like that.â
âlike what?â he chortles, and you were approaching close too â it was coming quick, so quick that you could barely even fathom anything.
you were merely drooling against tojiâs hardened pecs, feeling as if you were in heaven. you always did wonder what his pecs tasted like, and it didnât disappoint. you moan, lapping your tongue up against his nipple once more before he groans out again. this time, itâs the low pitched moan he always does when he gets close. his jaw tightens and he spanks your ass, a rough smack that brings you back into reality again for the umpteenth time. shiu snickers, making you arch forward in toji a bit more before purring, âaw. gonna cum just from our girl suckinâ on yâer tits?â
our girl.
for some reason, shiu addressing you as his and tojiâs girl made you throb a bit. actually, âa bitâ was quite the understatement. you were convulsing, stuck in a lewd frenzy as you were just spasming out. every few seconds you felt shiuâs thumb prod against the outer part of your hole, his strokes was slow yet deep and thoroughly thorough. same with toji, although he was starting to merely bottom out. more like he already was.
âfuckkk,â toji groans, and you suddenly lean in to kiss him. he moans right into your mouth, tasting bitter arousal all on his tongue. he pants heavily, short two second pants pouring into your mouth. wrapping his arms around you, he shudders from the sudden cold air that wafts against his bare chest.
he ends up finishing inside of you, such sloppy ropes of cum pouring right into youâyou slump against his chest once more, intaking all of his warmth before squeezing him dry.
shiu was reaching his peak too, the more he picks up his frenetic pace, the more he was so close to give you another deep filling. it was so sticky, you felt the remains of tojiâs sopping cum run down your dripping cunt, jerking forward against him you let off a moan before reaching down to touch yourself.
âah. no touchinâ our pussy.â shiu swats your hand away softly, pinning it behind your back.
yet everything comes to a halt when your phone rings.
your ears twitch at the loud screeching ring of your ringtone, it was more closer to toji so you mutter.
âwho is it?â
âyâer dad.â he replies, fat thumbs turning the brightness down on your phone whilst he squints.
âa-answer it. just tell him âm busy.â you whine in a shaky voice, merely feeling yourself about to burst right into both of them.
âokay.â toji snickers.
toji swipes the green button to accept the incoming call, putting it on speaker for you all to hear.
âheyyy honey⌠i was just calling to check on you. i had to go step out for a moment to buy some beer. want anything?â
âhey buddy,â toji snorts. âshe said sheâs busy.â
âtoji?â your dad responds with a tone of pure confusion. thereâs a long three second pause before he adds onto his sentence. âuh. whatâre you doing with my daughterâs phone?â
âwell shit. thatâs a good question,â and you nudge on toji, watching him merely burst out into a straight goofy guffaw. youâre so close to your orgasm that your vision started to blur. stars clouded your entire eyesight, and you feel shiu guide your hips to its inevitable release. âheh. âm just joking man. sheâs âŚâŚ.. takinâ the trash out. left her phone on the table.â
âoh okay! thatâs so sweet of her, tell her i said thank you.â
âiâll be sure to do that,â toji grunts, his thick base thwacking against you â he was still a bit sensitive from his previous release, and shiu ends up dumping a load into you after a while. you end up mimicking his actions, releasing yourself but toji has to cover your mouth. âsince you asked, iâd take a pack of beer too. we still up for the game tonight?â
âyeah man! go packers!â
toji sneers, feeling you coat his entire lap with your slick arousal. you were soaked, a quavering mess before shiu pulls out.
âiâll talk to you later though. drive safe,â
and he tosses the phone aside once your father replies with a cheery âalrighty then!â he was so oblivious. if toji hadnât have been covering your mouth when you orgasmed, you were sure he was gonna hear. it was a lewd sight entirely, you started to suck on tojiâs fingers and he eyes you with a sly smile. he wasnât so whiney anymore, in factâ you ended up squirting on them both with them still shoved inside of you, so much too.
it came out so much, you were filled up with slick amounts of seed as well as damping yourself. you feel all against tojiâs chest, moaning before shiu spins you around to kiss him. you lean into his touch, still tasting a good amount of smoke thay resides on his breath.
toji watches for a few long seconds before pulling you to kiss him insteadâyou moan, savoring both of their tastes before you feel tojiâs fingers skim against the entrance of your filled up pussy.
âwonder how yâer dad would react at you doing this instead of taking the trash out. getting stuffed by his two friends, tchhh,â he mutters, delving two thick fingers into your cuntâ he swirls it into a circular motion before pulling it out, staring at the mess that coats his digits. âshiu. câmere.â
shiu inches towards toji before smirking. he gives his best friend a sly grin before humming. âyes, toji?â
âtaste her for me.â
shiu lets toji slide his fingers into his mouth, and he sucks on them.
slowly, he glides his tongue across his fingers, tasting every inch. you found it a little hot as you watched, the way shiu stared at toji in such a playful gazeâyou started to feel like the third wheel for a moment.
âmhm,â he mumbles, cleaning both of his fingers before he pulls it out. a pretty sheeny cobweb of spit left his mouth before he wipes his lips, dark irises focusing back towards you. âyou taste so sweet on tojiâs fingers, doll. like you always have.â
it was so filthy, they were filthy and you only wanted moreâŚ
you gasp once toji suddenly drags you off his lap, making you bend over for him. âi want more of a taste, bend the fuck over, princess.â
you do, being face first between shiuâs parted thighs and he gives you a subtle head pat, a thumb slides against your lips before he brushes his finger to make your jaw hang open.
you had heart eyes, metaphorically, not literally but even stillâ
a sweetened whimper pours from your glossed lips the moment tojiâs tongue swipes against your folds, wasting no time to suck near your throbbing impulsing nub, tasting the aftermath that they both created with no shame whatsoever.
in front of you, you wrap a hand around shiuâs length, staring into his eyes before suddenly near the edge of the bed, you jolt at hearing your dadâs voice through the phone . . .
âwhat the actual fuck am i listening to?â
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jinx x fem!bombshell!reader
synopsis: You are a model for (victorias secret equivalent but in arcane universe) and jinx becomes infatuated with you. Known for you bombshell persona and explosive personality, you are the most well known model in all of piltover and zaun. Possibility even watching noxus and the other regions.
warnings: 18+, smut, kissing, smut, wlw , the use of a toy, jinx calls you sugar,
a/n: my first jinx fic <3, also on ao3 (not yet, under doorkiluv)
note | pls give me feedback (and don't only just like but also reblog and comment) this was supposed to be short but it went overboard
đ˛ Ë. ⥠đđ˘đ§đą đĄđđ đ§đđŻđđŤ đđđŤđđ đŚđŽđđĄ for Piltover. Too clean, too polished, too boring. The people were all fake smiles and ridiculous hats, and she preferred the chaos of Zaun to its glittering streets. That all changed the day she first saw you. Sheâd been in Piltover on a whim, loitering in the shadows as she planned her next prank. Explosives in a fancy clock tower, maybe? She hadnât decided yet. But her chaotic thoughts screeched to a halt when she looked up at the enormous neon screen in Piltover Square and saw your beautiful face.
You were walking down the runway in a show so glamorous it put Piltoverâs polished spires to shame. Wrapped in a shimmering, barely-there gown that hugged your curves, you strode with an air of absolute confidence. Your bombshell persona was magnetic, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music as the crowd erupted into applause. You gave the camera a cheeky wink and blew a kiss, and Jinxâs brain short-circuited.
âHoly⌠Who the hell is that?â she muttered, her wide eyes glued to the screen.
A vendor passing by glanced at her. âThatâs her. You donât know? The biggest model in all of Piltover and Zaun. Hell, even Noxus and Ionia are crazy about her.â
Jinx didnât respond, too transfixed by the image of you flashing across the screen. You were a living firework, a walking explosion of charisma, beauty, and sheer presence. Your bold, flirty persona was a match for her own chaos, and it wasnât just your looks that had her hookedâit was the energy you carried, the way you owned every moment. From that point on, Jinx was utterly captivated.
Back in her lair, your face became a constant presence. Jinx scavenged every poster, magazine, and billboard she could find that featured you. Her walls were covered in them, glossy images of you smirking, posing, and looking like you owned the world. She couldnât get enough of you, and it drove her mad in the best way possible.
âLook at her,â sheâd whisper to herself, lying on her bed and staring at a magazine cover where you lounged in a shimmering gold corset. âSheâs a walking explosion.â
Whenever one of your commercials aired on Piltoverâs big screens, Jinx made a point to watch. Sheâd perch on the rooftops, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you spoke directly to the camera, your voice sultry and teasing. Sometimes, sheâd mimic your lines, laughing to herself at how ridiculous she sounded compared to you.
The first time Jinx saw you in person, she nearly short-circuited. You were in Zaun, of all places, stepping out of a sleek transport at one of the fancier underground clubs. It was rare for someone like you to venture into the depths, but you carried yourself with the same confidence that lit up your photoshoots. Heads turned as you walked through the crowd, a knowing smirk on your lips as if you knew exactly the effect you had on everyone around you. Jinxâs pulse quickened. This was her chance.
She darted through the crowd, weaving between gawking onlookers until she was standing at the bar beside you. Up close, you were even more stunning, your beauty almost overwhelming.
âDidnât think Iâd ever see you in a dump like this,â Jinx drawled, leaning casually against the counter. Her nerves were on fire, but she masked it with her usual cocky grin.
You turned to her, one perfectly arched brow raising as you took her in. Your gaze lingered on her bright blue hair and manic energy, and a small, amused smile played on your lips.
âMaybe I like a little chaos,â you replied, your voice smooth as silk. âAnd you certainly look like the chaotic type.â
Jinx grinned wider, her confidence surging. âOh, sweetheart, Iâm not just chaosâIâm a full-blown explosion.â
The two of you spent the night trading flirty remarks and playful banter, the tension between you crackling like a lit fuse. Jinx couldnât believe her luck. You werenât just a pretty face. But you had a fiery, explosive personality to match. You were bold, unapologetic, and just as dangerous as you were beautiful. At one point, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, âSo⌠whatâs it like knowing the whole damn worldâs obsessed with you?â
You laughed, the sound low and sultry. âI donât mind the attention,â you said, turning your head so your lips were almost touching hers. âBut right now, Iâm more interested in you.â Jinxâs heart nearly stopped.
Back at her lair, were things escalated rather quickly. Jinx couldnât keep her hands off you, tracing every curve and line of your body like she was memorizing you. Her fingers lingered on your hips, her lips trailing heated kisses along your neck as she whispered breathless praises. âYouâre even better than the posters,â she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. âDidnât think that was possible.â
You teased her with your signature confidence, your voice dripping with flirtation as you pulled her closer. âSo youâve been staring at my posters, huh? What did you think about me?â
Jinx blushed, but she didnât back down. Instead, she grinned wickedly, her fingers tightening on your waist. âThought about all the things Iâd do if I ever got you alone,â she said, her tone low and rough. âAnd now, Iâm not holding back.â
The tension was electric, charged with the crackling hum of her inventions and the intensity of her gaze on you. She had been teasing you mercilessly all evening, brushing her hands against your skin, dropping flirty remarks that sent heat pooling low in your belly. You could feel the mischief radiating off her as she twirled one of her newest creations in her hand. It was a bright, colorful pleasure device she'd been gushing about for days. Jinx loved experimenting, and tonight, you were her favorite subject.
She grinned at you, her sharp, mischievous grin that made your heart race every time. "Alright, Sugar," she purred, tossing the toy between her hands like it was some casual gadget and not something designed to make you lose your mind. "You trust me, don't ya?"
You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your usual flirty composure. "You mean to tell me that thing isn't gonna explode?"
Jinx cackled, tossing her head back. "Not this time, babe! Well, probably not. But hey, if it does, at least we'll go out with a bang!" She winked, and despite your hesitation, you couldn't help but nervously laugh. "You're impossible," you murmured letting her guide you to the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets.
"And you're irresistible," she shot back, pressing you down onto the bed with a surprising gentleness for someone so wild. Her hands were steady as they traced over your skin, her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you, Sugar," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and heat. "Promise I'll make it fun."
The first sensation was the gentle hum of the device she'd created, a soft vibration against your folds that made you arch into her touch. It was colorful and whimsical, much like Jinx herself, with blinking lights and playful patterns painted across its surface. Despite its toy-like appearance, the way it worked against your body was anything but innocent.
Her free hand skimmed over your inner thigh, her touch featherlight and maddeningly slow. The wetness pooling between your legs became impossible to ignore, and Jinx took full advantage, sliding the toy up until it pressed directly against your bundle of nerves. A slick, wet sound began filled the room, the vibrations amplifying the noise as your arousal spread. Jinx froze for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh, look at you," Jinx teased, her eyes bright as she watched your reaction.
"Didn't take much, huh? Bet I could've just touched you, and you'd be melting for me." You tried to retort, but the words caught in your throat as she pressed the device lower, her mischievous grin widening as your body jerked in response.
"Aw, Sugar, don't hold back," she crooned, tilting her head to the side as if studying you. "I like hearin' you. Makes it more fun for me."
Your head fell back, a moan slipping past your lips as she adjusted the settings, the vibrations intensifying. She laughed softly, her free hand stroking your thigh as if to ground you. You buried your face in your hands, mortified but too overwhelmed by the pleasure to stop her. The toyâs vibrations grew stronger, and the obscene wet noises only intensified as she moved it against you, her laughter turning into a low, appreciative hum. âDamn, you sound so good,â she murmured, her tone dipping into something more serious. âBet I could make you scream just with this.â
Your hips bucked against the toy, your slick arousal coating it and making the sounds louder and wetter with each movement. The lewd squelching only seemed to spur Jinx on, her grin growing wider as she adjusted the settings, sending sharper bursts of pleasure through your body. âListen to that, Sugar,â she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âYouâre a fuckinâ symphony for me. All wet and messy, just how I like it.â
The embarrassment of her words was quickly drowned out by the mounting pleasure, your moans growing louder as the toy worked you closer to the edge. Jinxâs free hand slipped beneath your thigh, lifting your leg to spread you open further.
âLook at you,â she said, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched the toy glisten with your slick. âSo damn pretty like this. Could stare at you all day."
Her words made your cheeks flush, though you couldn't focus on embarrassment for long. Every nerve in your body was alight, the sensation of her toy paired with her teasing kisses and caresses driving you to the edge. And then she pulled it away, grinning wickedly at your gasp of frustration. "Not yet, Sugar," she said, clicking her tongue. "I'm not done playin' with you."
She shifted her attention, leaning down to press her lips against your neck. Her kisses were hot and open-mouthed, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You felt her grin against your throat when you whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. Her lips found your collarbone, her teeth sinking into the delicate skin to leave another mark.
"Gotta leave my mark," she murmured between kisses, sucking a particularly dark bruise just below your jaw. "Let everyone know youâre mine. My perfect, messy little bombshell.â Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you hesitated, your modeling career flashing through your mind. "Jinx, I..."
She pulled back, her wide, manic eyes locking with yours. "Aw, don't worry about all that fancy-shmancy stuff," she said, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity. "Bet they'll just airbrush it or whatever. C'mon, Sugar, lemme have my fun."
Your protests melted away as she kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. The way she looked at you, like you were the most precious thing she'd ever seen, made your resolve crumble. "Fine," you murmured, breathless. "Do your worst."
Her grin was feral. "Oh, babe, you asked for it." Jinx worked her way across your body, leaving a trail of marks in her wake on your neck, your collarbone, and the valley between of your chest. Each one was a testament to her possessiveness, her need to claim you in a way that went beyond words. "You're gonna look so pretty tomorrow," she murmured, her hands and lips everywhere at once. "Walkin' around all marked up, like a damn work of art."
You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the consequences anymore. Her touch was overwhelming, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure through you. She alternated between using her toy and her hands, keeping you teetering on the edge but never quite letting you fall. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice dark and playful as she hovered above you. "C'mon, Sugar, lemme hear it. Tell me how bad you want me to finish you off."
Your pride wavered, but the need coursing through you won out. "Please, Jinx," you gasped, your voice shaking. "I need you. Please."
She chuckled, clearly satisfied with your quick surrender. "That's more like it," she said, finally pressing the toy back against you. The sensation was overwhelming, and this time, she didn't stop, driving you higher and higher until you finally shattered, a cry escaping your lips as you came undone beneath her. Jinx didn't stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling, your body spent and your mind hazy.
When she finally set the toy aside, she crawled up beside you, pulling you into her arms with surprising gentleness. "See?" she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told ya it'd be fun."
You tilted your head up to meet her gaze, a small smile playing on your lips despite your exhaustion. "Guess I'm stuck with you then," you teased, your flirty nature peeking through even now.
Jinx grinned, her signature chaos in her expression, but there was something softer there, something that tugged at your heart. "Damn right you are. You're mine, babe. Every last gorgeous inch of you." Her fingers danced across your body, tracing the bruises she'd left, her eyes filled with pride as she admired her handiwork. You shivered under her touch, the sensitivity from her earlier teasing still lingering.
"Look at this," she mused, her tone somewhere between awe and glee. "You're a freakin' masterpiece, Sugar. Better than any of those shiny posters they plaster all over Piltover and Zaun."
You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound weak but genuine. "You think so?"
"I know so," she said firmly, leaning down to nuzzle her face into your neck. "They see the bombshell, the glitz, and the glam, but I get this. I get the real you, all wrecked and perfect just for me." Her words sent warmth spreading through your chest, the vulnerability beneath her usual bravado making your heart ache. You reached up to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
Jinx snorted, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. "Too good? Babe, I'm a menace. But I guess l've got a soft spot for you."
"Lucky me," you teased, letting your fingers trail down to the nape of her neck. She leaned into your touch, her grin softening into something sweeter. "Damn right. You're the luckiest gal in all of Piltover, Zaun, maybe even Noxus." Her playful boasting earned another laugh from you, and she kissed you again, slower this time, her earlier fire giving way to something gentler. The kiss lingered, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.
When she finally pulled away, she flopped down beside you, pulling you into her arms as if she couldn't bear to let you go. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat as your body relaxed into hers.
"Y'know," Jinx murmured, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back, "I used to look at those big, fancy posters of you and think, âShe's way too good for someone like me!"
You tilted your head up to look at her, surprised by her confession. "Jinx..."
"But then I thought," she continued, her voice growing steadier, "what's life without a little chaos, right? And lucky for me, you're just as explosive as I am." Her words brought a smile to your lips, and you reached up to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. "Guess we make a pretty good match then, huh?"
She grinned, her manic energy shining through even in this quiet moment. "The best, Sugar." As the adrenaline from earlier began to fade, you let yourself sink into the warmth of her embrace, her steady presence grounding you. Despite the chaos that always seemed to follow Jinx, moments like this reminded you why you'd fallen for her in the first place.
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Imagine best friend Mattheo being absolutely obsessed with his innocent little Hufflepuff bsf but she just canât tell. Everyone else knows, and it is quite obvious, but she just canât think someone like him would want someone like her. But when she jokingly says sheâs gonna get Cedric to take her virginity he decides itâs time he came clean.
Possibly with some soft smut if you are comfortable with it of course
bsf mattheo riddle x hufflepuff reader
hopefully this matches your request <3 iâll most likely make a part 2 for this because.. youâll see ;) 3.5k words
you lived a rather simple uncomplicated life, attending hogwarts as a hufflepuff with no interest in anyoneâs drama. though you kept to yourself most times you tried to be nice to all your peers maintaining your classic hufflepuff demeanor, despite this there was one thing that was different about you.
you see, you didnât see or understand why people donât like other houses just because of âhouse rivalryâ especially the students who werenât even participating in any sports or point winning. and with this over your years though you had few friends you had one best friend who at first seemed rather impossible to be friends with.. mattheo riddle.
when you two met you were a fourth year and him a fifth, coincidentally you were going on to a few friends about your annoyance with people automatically assuming the worst of slytherin even though you yourself werenât in their house or nearly like one. mattheo overheard this heated- adorable voice coming from behind him and he walked towards you carefully.
he sat down in front of you beside your friend as she gawked faces towards you at his presence. âyou donât think weâre too mean, huh?â he questioned small laugh leaving his lips. âi just think that some people are misunderstood and just because some wizards turned out bad doesnât mean all of them in your house areâ you looked at him answering his question with ease
he smirked in amusement and leaned a little closer to you âhm, hufflepuff eh? what year are you puff?â he sat back examining you and you didnât fail to notice that nickname he slipped in âfourth year but i have an early birthday which is annoying because i could technically be out soonerâ you sighed ignoring his staring.
âwell, seeing as itâs ravenclaw against gryffindor do you wanna watch the quidditch game with me i know the best viewâ he stood up and held his hand out for you, you look towards your friends and theyâre both nodding their heads for you to go so you did.
from that point on you and mattheo had been best friends, sadly he was in his seventh year and now you in your sixth nothing much had changed in your life. living vicariously through mattheo and his stories about slytherin parties and how you should go to one with him before itâs too late, heâd tell you about his sexual adventures and your jaw would drop everytime.
you yourself also confided in him though with much less interesting things, telling him how you feel unlikeable by guys sometimes because they never try to get or talk to you, or how you feel lonely because youâve never had a a boyfriend before. hed always help soothe the thoughts away, telling you that itâs only your brain making those things up , âlisten y/n, anyone who doesnât love you is fucking insaneâ.
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talking to your friend zarah whoâd been there since day one you always told her what you told matt, for the most part. âi just donât get why nobody is interested in me zar, like am i genuinely that uglyâ you plopped onto your bed sighing dramatically. âyouâre not ugly and if you think no guys want you youâre blind i know one in particular that really, really wants youâ she giggled.
you looked at her with a confused expression âi must be missing something because i have no idea who youâre talking aboutâ you awaited her response and she just rolled her eyes and sighed âgirl your practically boyfriend of a best friend you do everything withâ she gave you a duh look and you just laughed. you genuinely couldnât believe sheâd even think heâd like you especially with all the girls heâd been with, âyouâre hilarious, we both know he doesnât want me he wants all the girls he tells me aboutâ you started to compose yourself but zarahâs expression didnât change.
âyou literally must be blind y/n do you need glasses? or should i say puff? letâs talk about how that man hasnât stopped calling you that pet name since youâve met.. heâs in loveâ she rolled her eyes raising her hands in the air. âi still donât think he wants me so thereâs no convincing meâ you shrugged her off and she groaned getting up and leaving your shared dorm.
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âpuff you gotta come to this party, slytherin won agains gryffindor i just know this is gonna be the party you want to go to pleaseeeâ mattheo put his hands on your shoulders shaking you âfiineeâ you attempted to answer between shakes before he let you go âif i wouldâve known it was that easy i wouldâve done that years agoâ he rolled his eyes.
âanyways itâs tonight at like 8 so iâll just get you from your dorm at like 7 do you think theyâll let me in? actually whatâs the password?â he didnât give you time to finish any of your sentences before you just gave him the password âbutterscotchâ you whispered, in response mattheo laughed âfucking butterscotch merlin thatâs hilariousâ you looked up at him and rolled your eyes walking away.
âiâll see you at 7 puffâ he yelled across the hall and you just gave a thumbs up and continued walking. you honestly were quite nervous seeing as youâve never necessarily been to a party before, youâve made small appearances at hufflepuff parties but youâve heard they donât even compare to slytherin.
making your way into your dorm you spot zarah and you pull her up from the common room couch âi finally said yes to a party need help nowâ you quickly mumbled and she quickened her pace âwhen does it start girl i need the info right this second come on youâre talking too long for meâ she rushed and you blurted it all out â8pm heâs getting me at 7 he has the password he will be at the dormâ closing the door behind you two you both stopped to catch your breath
âsooo is it a dateeeâ she shimmied her arm on you winking âi already told you he doesnât like me!!â you replied to her relentlessness. âugh whatever we need to get you ready girl itâs already sixâ she pushed you onto your shared vanity chair and pulled out all of your makeup and a few things of hers, âcreative control?â she asked smirking at you âmm fine but not too muchâ you agreed âweâll seeâ she giggled.
after around 30 minutes she finished your makeup and she showed you the finished product, looking at yourself in the mirror you thought how you never wouldâve put on red lipstick yet you feel really good in it. she gave you a small smokey eye and a small winged liner and you felt you looked more aggressive then you were, but you kinda loved it.
âitâs so much but so prettyâ you admired yourself and the makeup she put on you slowly getting used to the feeling of fake eyelashes on your eyes. âiâm so glad you love it, but we need to find an outfit like three hours agoâ she joked and rushed to your closets âi actually have the perfect dress in mind if youâre feeling the want to rep slytherin greenâ she raised her eyebrows up at you in a suggestive matter âsure why notâ you shrugged
she handed you a velvet body con forest green dress that you were sure was going to be extremely short and you mean in every place. she held it up onto you âthis will be perfect. get it on come onâ she rushed you into the bathroom and you began putting it on âthis is sooo tightâ you called out as you struggled âoh i forgot it was a corset back wait i need to help you can i come inâ she yelled through the door
âyeah come on i need this thing one me alreadyâ you struggled more as she walked in and immediately began to help you loosening the strings of the dress and pulling it down onto you âthere we go now suck in like your life depends on itâ she said half jokingly and began retightening the corset back. with every pull it felt like your chest was spilling out more and more and your ribs were shrinking âokay merlin thatâs enough before i canât breatheâ you huffed and she stopped tying it off in a bow
âstop you look so hot y/n i bet matt will be droolingâ she teased and you just rolled your eyes âwhat do we do with my hairâ you looked at her with horror as you only had ten minutes before he should arrive. you quickly began curling your hair not really caring if it was messy just giving it some body and just as you were spraying perfume on there was a knock on your door.
zarah looked at you and whispered âanswer it go go nowâ she pointed to the door like she was afraid to touch it herself and you walked over opening it to see mattheo in an all black button down with the top few buttons undone and black dress looking pants yet somehow he didnât look overdressed. he didnât say anything for a minute he was just staring at you looking up and down in awe âholy fuck y/n who did your makeup you look woahâ he put his finger on your chin moving your head around examining your makeup
âzarah isnât it prettyâ you smiled and he removed his hand and replied âyeah you are, now letâs goâ he grabbed your hand and you looked behind you waving bye to zarah âheâs so in love with youâ she whispered before the door slammed closed.
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once you got the the party you noticed there were already many slytherins already pregaming and mattheo brought you two to them, âletâs get some alcohol in you little puffâ he winked and poured you a shot of who knows what, you smelled the foul drink and it made your nose burn âcome on do itttâ he cheered on and you held your nose throwing the shot back gagging at the taste. âhow do people enjoy thatâ you made a face at him âlike thisâ he replied taking two shots himself, ânow catch upâ he winked pouring you yet another
âif i didnât know any better id say youâre trying to get me drunk mattâ you laughed and he looked at you amused âobviously thatâs what im trying to do itâs a partyâ he put the shot glass to your lips and you parted them taking the burning substance down your throat, âeugh that didnât get any better the second timeâ you shook your head in disgust. âhm, let me make you an actual drinkâ he grabbed a clear liquor and a red juice mixing them together adding more alcohol than your past two shots and handed it to you
âmatt this smells foulâ you looked up at him, âjust try it trust me the slytherins have the masking drink downâ he winked and you reluctantly took a sip, and to your surprise all you tasted was juice. after taking another few sips you quick began drinking it and mattheo pulled the cup from your lips âslow down there this shits dangerous youâll get so drunk you wonât be able to walk straightâ he chuckled. âitâs not my fault they made it taste like juiceâ you shrugged still sipping.
âhey mattheo have your little hufflepuff take some shots with usâ enzo threw his arm around your shoulders and mattheo pushed them off almost immediately âno she doesnât need any shotsâ he spoke âyou didnât even ask meâ you protested, granted you didnât necessarily want to take any shots you just didnât like being talked for. âoo are you sure youâre not slytherin you got an attitudeâ enzo laughed handing you a shot and you looked at mattheo who rolled his eyes as you took the shot.
throwing the shot back the burning sensation took over your throat and you could feel it rushing down your throat. you coughed a bit and chugged your drink for comfort âpuff youâre going to get shitfaced slow downâ matt fully took your cup this time and you were already feeling it. giggling looking up at him âokay now who was going to tell me partyâs are funâ you continued giggling.
the music started playing and the slytherin common room was now getting more and more packed. you saw fifth year students and up in here, even a few ravenclaw and hufflepuffs your recognized. to your surprise in the corner of the party you spotted cedric diggory talking to a group of girls holding a drink.
pansy noticed your head being stuck in a certain direction and followed your eyes âoh em gee, someoneâs got their eyes on a certain hufflepuffâ she winked shoving her shoulder at your âshhhhh heâs just nice to look atâ you giggled at her and she giggled along âyou two would be soo cuteâ she added dragging you back to the drinks
âletâs take some shots!â she exclaimed handing you two , you took them smiling and shot them back with her, a woo leaving her mouth. âhere chaser, chaser!â she shouted handing you another drink this time what looked like a lot of the punch, downing it all she laughed âgirl weâre gonna be goneâ. looking around you were seeing doubles of everything but didnât want the night to already end.
âso, are you a virgin?â pansy shouted over the music making your already alcohol flushed face even redder âpansy!! you canât just ask that!!â you shouted back flustered at the intrusive question, âiâm only curious girlâ she giggled and gave you begging eyes âcome onnnnâ she shook you till you gave in âfine yes i am but donât tell anyone!â you replied back as lowly as you could over the music
âwho would you lose it to?â she giggled âi lost mine to blaise hehe sshhhhâ she winked, considering she just told you her secret you felt obligated and just looked around âi mean i guess cedricâ you giggled as she pointed at him after your response. before she could say anything else you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and drag you off. trying to kick your way out was useless and they brought you to an empty dorm.
through all of this you couldnât tell who it was kicking and screaming for them to let you go till you heard mattheos voice âpuff calm down itâs just meâ he sighed putting you down on what you now assumed was his bed âwhy did you bring me in here that was so scaryâ you huffed trying to gain your composure. âdiggory?â he scoffed not answering your question.
you looked at him confused as to what he was on about âwhat do you mean? what about cedricâ you cocked your head to the side in confusion âyou lost your virginity to him??â he questioned stepping closer to you looking rather.. pissed. you just laughed in response âme? lose my virginity to cedric?.. youâre funnyâ yeah you fantasized about it but it certainly wouldnât happen.
âwhat were you talking to pansy about then??â he looked at you unconvinced, âshe asked if i lost it and i said no, but id let him take it.-â you shrugged âbesides you know i tell you everything matt iâve never even had a boyfriend let alone a guy be interested in my virginityâ you sighed laying back onto the bed now feeling upset.
you heard mattheo sigh and you picked your head up to look at him, his eyes stared back at you in silence before breaking it âbelieve me thereâs a lot of guys who want to get in your pantsâ he rubbed his fists and you gave him a confused expression yet again âwhat are you on about matt?â you were getting sober just from all of this extra mystery.
he walked over to the bed sitting beside you, âlisten when we met you were just.. blooming completely and i would be lying if i didnât say i first went up to you because of your looks.. well overtime you know we became friends and i noticed other guys staring in ways they shouldnât have been so i had to teach them a lesson.â he looked at you and yo didnât know how to respond to something like that.
âwhat exactly are you saying matt?â you didnt understand what he was poking at, did matt mean to say he basically likes you? were you reading too much into this? âlook y/n, no one else in this school fucking deserves you. hell i donât deserve you but i know i can treat you how you need. donât ask me what took so long to confess to you y/n, but do you feel even remotely the same?â he let it all out quick and fast, and your mouth dropped.
âyou want.. me?â you looked at him in disbelief and he just smiled âthatâs what that whole speech was about, yeahâ he chuckled nervously awaiting your reply âwhy?â you sighed still slightly unconvinced âhave you fucking seen yourself puff? youâre so undeniably gorgeous, i donât know how i hold myself back from you everydayâ he leaned in closer to you making this all seem more real. without thinking you allowed yourself to lean into him, faces and lips meeting for the most magical first kiss you couldâve ever imagined.
âyouâre so fucking beautiful y/nâ he grabbed your face pulling you closer to him till you straddled over his lap sitting down continuing the now makeout. âthis is so much better than.. imaginedâ you huffed through the kisses. you could already feel mattheos member growing beneath you and you never thought youâd be the one experiencing this from your best friend.
youâd be lying if you didnât admit to a fantasy or two about him in the past but this was already one thousand times better than ever imagined. mattheos lips kissed their way down your neck leaving small marks tiny moans leaving your mouth, âi need to hear more of that, y/n, let me eat you out.. please i need a tasteâ he continued his kisses along your neck bringing them back to your lips âiâve never- mm yesâ you replied as his fingers began making circles over your underwear.
âyou sound so good fuckâ he groaned pulling you off of him and getting off the bed, âyouâre sure of this?â he questioned one last time and you just nodded impatiently awaiting his next move. next thing you knew he was yanking you to the edge of his bed and slowly removing your pants and underwear looking up at you from below. âholy fuck puff.. youâre fucking soakingâ he breathed out over your pussy sending tingles down your spine.
without warning his mouth met your untouched area and you felt things never imaginable. his tongue made its way around your bulging clit, flicking it up and down and making his way to your entrance sucking and licking âyou taste so good holy fuckâ he huffed going right back in not even looking up at you, âcan i put two fingersâ he spoke from your pussy and you couldnât even properly answer âmm y-yesâ you replied between your moans.
you felt his slender fingers teasing your entrance and he slowly began inching one in and out teasingly, âmattheo-â you huffed and he chuckled shoving both fingers in, loud moan escaping your mouth and this new feeling. he did a few different moments trying to figure out what makes you moan the most, soon his tongue was sucking expertly on your clit as his fingers twisters and curled inside of you.
âmatt i want to.. tryâ you moaned at this pleasure wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you now. âmm but youâre not ready yet puffâ he continued devouring your pussy simply divulging in it as if heâd never eaten anything before. his pace on everything quickened and you were already near your own orgasm, âif you donât s-stop iâm gonna cumâ you moaned loudly trying to control yourself.
âlet go for me sweetheartâ he sucked harder on your clit, the nickname and action forcing your orgasm to flood over you harder than youâve ever been able to make yourself experience. your body was shaking and you couldnât hold your reactions back, mattheo slowly licked your gushing area clean before standing up âmm now i think youâll be ready soonâ he smirked leaning down over you, grabbing your chin and giving you a kiss.
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Villain System vs World - Riddle Rosehearts x reader
You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.
i had so much fun writing this, i hope you like it just as much!
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Youâve had a week. Not just any weekâa rough week. Work has been an absolute dumpster fire, deadlines have been chasing you like a pack of rabid wolves, and your responsibilities are piling up like a game of Jenga about to collapse. If someone were to ask how youâre doing, youâd just laugh maniacally and hope theyâd back away slowly.
So, when you finally make it home, the first thing you do is collapse face-first onto your couch with all the grace of a dead fish. After a moment of just lying there, contemplating whether adulthood is some kind of elaborate prank, you do the one thing that always makes you feel better: grab your phone and open up your webnovel app.
You scroll through your favoritesâah yes, the classics. Trashy, absurd, villainess webnovels that are objectively terrible but subjectively amazing. Youâre talking about the ones with titles like âIâm the Evil Dukeâs Twisted Ex-FiancĂŠe, But He Loves Me Now Because I Have Plot Armor!â or âMy Death Flags Mean Nothing Because I Can Charm My Way Out of Everything (And Also, Dragons)â.
Itâs like junk food for your brain. You know itâs not good for you. You know there are objectively better stories out there. But the drama, the ridiculous misunderstandings, the sheer stupidity of every character decisionâitâs beautiful. Itâs a hot mess, and you are the fly drawn to it.
Except this time, you somehow pick the worst one.
You donât know if itâs because your standards are already on the floor and this one somehow dug under it, or if the exhaustion has finally gotten to you, but itâs bad.
The story is all over the place. The villainess is cartoonishly cruel, like she wakes up in the morning and thinks, âWhat heinous thing can I do today?â But sometimes, you swear she doesnât even want to be that way. Itâs like the author just decided, âVillainess = bad,â and put their brain to bed.
The plot? Oh, itâs a mess. The villainess and heroine are sistersâthe real daughter of a Duke and the adopted, sweet angel who gets all the Dukeâs affection. Naturally, they both fall for the same guy: Riddle Rosehearts, some prodigy with a complex about rules, order, and justice. Of course, the Duke arranges for his precious adopted daughter to marry Riddle, and the villainess? She flips out, does a bunch of cruel things (of course), and eventually gets herself killed in a totally overdramatic fashion.
Okay, typical villainess plot so far. Nothing new there.
But the worst part? The treatment of poor Riddle. Itâs like heâs just a toy to be fought over. The sisters practically claim ownership of him like heâs a fancy handbag. Then, once the villainess is conveniently eliminated, the author gives Riddle this tragic backstory. Harsh childhood, crazy controlling momâyou know, the works. You brace yourself for the resolution, for him to rise above his traumaand find happiness.
Nope. His trauma is treated like a joke. Nothing gets resolved. Heâs just stuck in this gilded cage, with the heroine taking over as the new warden. And somehow, thatâs supposed to be the happy ending?
Itâs horrible. Itâs nonsensical. Itâs everything you could want right now.
You should stop. You know you should stop. But the sheer absurdity of it has you in its grasp.
And you don't even want to think about the love decagon. Yes, decagon. There are 9 men dying over this heroine who has the personality of rusty spoon.
You snort, your laughter echoing through your empty apartment. Itâs awful. Itâs brain-rotting, cringe-inducing garbage.
You love it.
The plot is hanging on by a thread, and yet, there you are, fully committed. You donât need quality writing, deep themes, or even consistent character motivations. What you need is to watch this trainwreck unfold until the bitter end, and youâll be damned if you donât see it through.
But thatâs when the universe decides to kick you in the teeth. In a sequence of events so absurd you couldnât make it up if you tried, youâoh, wait for itâdie. And not in some grand, noble fashion, either. You slip on some residual shampoo on your bathroom floor, and fall face first onto a tap. Ouch.
Really?
Out of all the dramatic, swoon-worthy ways to die, like saving a kitten from a burning building or sacrificing yourself for someone you loved, you went out like a fool. A shower slip. One minute youâre standing, and the next, youâre faceplanting like some poorly executed slapstick scene.
And then, boom. Everything went black.
Which brings you to now. You feel odd. The texture of the sheets beneath you isnât quite right. Theyâre silkier than the cheap cotton sheets you usually wrapped yourself in before bed. The air smells... different too. Not to mention, the bed feels way bigger, and youâre nestled in something way too plush to be your beat-up old mattress.
You bolt upright, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the room. You squint around and your eyes widen. This is⌠not your room. Gone are the band posters, the laundry in the corner, and your trusty alarm clock with the missing buttons. Instead, youâre surrounded by opulence: heavy velvet drapes, an intricately carved wooden dresser, and a huge vanity covered in jewels.
Your heart drops.
Slowly, you lift your hands. They are... not your hands. These are dainty, perfectly manicured hands. No chewed-off nails. No pen smudges from your hours of work. Just smooth, perfect fingers, topped off with the exact kind of expensive manicure you'd normally cringe at paying for.
No. Fucking. Way.
Frantically, you throw the blankets off yourself and scramble to the nearest mirror. What you see staring back at you isnât your own reflection.
âOh. My. God.â
Youâve been isekaiâd. Into a webnovel.
And not just any webnovel. No. The terrible one youâd been reading before your humiliating death. Youâre in the body of the villainess, the character who was basically a walking disaster from beginning to end. Not to mention, she was set to die a very messy, very public death within a few weeks.
âOh god. Iâm screwed.â You pace around the room in a panic, wringing your hands together. âHow am I supposed to survive this? I canât be a villainess! I donât even like drama!â
You glance around desperately for something, anything that will give you some semblance of control over the situation. This canât be happening. Maybe this is all a weird dream? You pinch yourself. Hard.
âOw.â Nope. Definitely not a dream. Just your reality. Fantastic.
Then, you spot it. A glowing screen, floating mid-air right next to your head.
The classic system menu, like the ones from every villainess isekai youâve read.
Except, instead of comforting you, this one makes you want to scream. Because in glaring red letters, it says:
âVillainess System Activated! Complete your tasks or face severe consequences.â
You blink. âConsequences?â
A new notification pops up, smug as hell. âSevere punishment will be dealt if you fail your villainous duties."
Oh, great. Youâre trapped in a parody of an isekai where you not only have to survive as the villainess, but also complete quests like some twisted game. Lovely.
You stare at the system menu. âThis is going to be fine,â you mutter, trying to convince yourself. âI just have to do the opposite of whatever got this chick killed. Just... stop being a jerk, right?â
But no sooner do you say that when the system blinks and pops up your first quest:
âSystem:Â Ruin Lady Heronâs Garden Party. Reward: 50 Villain Points.â
Are you kidding me?
You groan, rubbing your temples. âOkay, but hear me out,â you say to the system like itâs a person you can negotiate with. âWhat if I ruin it... with a compliment? Like, I tell her that her flower arrangements are so beautiful that she faints from the shock?â
The systemâs reply is immediate: âInvalid. Must complete task in line with villainess behavior.â
âOh, come on!â You pace the room again, muttering under your breath. âFine. You wanna play it like this? I can play.â You crack your knuckles. âWeâll see who outsmarts who.â
The next hour passes in a whirlwind of panicked planning. Youâve read enough villainess novels to know the basic rules: never do what youâre supposed to do, but always make it look like you are. Itâs malicious compliance at its finest.
So, when you arrive at Lady Heronâs garden party, dressed to kill (because apparently thatâs a thing villainesses do), youâve already concocted your plan.
The system wants you to ruin the event? Fine. But youâll do it your way. You compliment Lady Heronâs flowers with the fakest smile you can muster, pouring on the charm. You gush about her decorations until sheâs practically glowing, all while subtly steering the conversation away from the usual petty gossip that gets the villainess in trouble.
Instead of sabotaging the food, you pretend to be horrified when the catering staff makes a small mistake, swooping in to save the day and looking like a hero in the process. And as for the âaccidentalâ tripping of the hostâs dress that was supposed to happen? You deftly catch her instead, earning surprised gasps from the crowd.
By the end of it, the systemâs fuming, and youâre basking in the glory of having completed your âvillainous taskâ without actually being villainous.
Malicious compliance for the win, you think smugly.
The system didn't like your attitude and it wants it to be known.
"System: Next quest: Defeat the chicken in the garden."
No problem, right? It wasnât like you were going up against a raging dragon or anything. It was just a chicken. A harmless little chicken.
Wrong.
You found yourself standing in a dusty barn, staring down the most demonic creature youâd ever seenâa puffed-up, red-eyed chicken with an attitude problem. This thing wasnât just any chicken; it looked like it had gone ten rounds with a tiger and won. Twice.
âI canât believe Iâm doing this,â you muttered under your breath, rolling up your sleeves as the chicken fluffed its feathers like it was about to brawl. You eyed it warily. It eyed you back, and for a second, you swore you saw flames in its eyes.
"System: Quest update: âDefeat the Chicken of Doom!"
Chicken of Doom? You squinted at the thing. âYou couldâve warned me, you know.â
"System: Whereâs the fun in that?"
The chicken let out an ear-splitting squawk and lunged at you like a tiny, feathered fury. You dodged, barely, as it pecked the air where your face had been a moment earlier. This was no ordinary chicken. This thing had skills.
You scrambled out of the way, trying to think of a strategy that didnât involve you getting pecked into oblivion. âSystem! Any tips here?â
"System: Aim for the legs. Thatâs where the power is."
The legs? You glanced down at the chickenâs scrawny legs. âIâm pretty sure itâs coming for my face, not my ankles!â
"System: Well, you could always just run. But thatâs not very villainous, is it?"
âOh, you are the worst,â you grumbled as the chicken made another wild leap for your head. You ducked, grabbed a nearby rake, and swung it around like a makeshift sword. âAlright, chicken. Letâs dance.â
What followed was an embarrassing display of you flailing around the barn, trying to fend off this demonic poultry with a rake while the system laughed at you from the sidelines.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dodging and weaving, you managed to hook the rake around one of its legs, pulling it off balance. The chicken flopped onto its back, flailing wildly as it squawked in outrage. You quickly pinned it down with the back-end of the take, panting heavily.
"System: Congratulations! Quest complete. 50 Villain Points awarded."
You glared at the systemâs message. âI better get more than 100 points for this. I deserve a medal.â
"System: How about the satisfaction of knowing you just defeated the Chicken of Doom?"
You groaned, wiping sweat from your forehead. âNext time you send me on a quest, can it be against something less likely to murder me? Like a butterfly?â
"System: No promises. But look on the bright sideâyouâre officially undefeated in chicken combat. And you now are +50 Villain points richer"
âFantastic,â you deadpanned, finally letting the defeated chicken hobble away with its dignity intact. âJust what I always wanted to be known for.â
You walked out of that barn a little wiser, a little bruised, and a lot more wary of small farm animals. From that day forward, chickens were officially your sworn enemies.
Villain points: 100
You were still in denial that you were in that novel. But what's a better wakeup call than running into the main lead? The guy who the story revolves around, Riddle Rosehearts.
You had decided to take a stroll in the academy's gardens when a loud squeaking noise caught your attention.
Turning the corner, you stumbled upon a scene that confirmed your worst fears: Riddle Rosehearts, was hunched over a small enclosure, tending to a couple of prickly hedgehogs.
âWhat in the worldâŚ?â you muttered, leaning in closer. Riddle was meticulously checking their little habitats, his brow furrowed in concentration. You had to admit, he looked oddly cute.
As you watched, one of the hedgehogsâwho seemed to have more ambition than senseâdecided to attempt an escape. It made a daring leap right off the side of the table, and you could practically hear the collective gasp of the students around you. Time slowed as you saw the tiny creature plummet toward the ground.
No!
Without thinking, you launched yourself forward, arms outstretched, preparing to catch the little spiky ball of chaos. You almost made it, but instead of a graceful landing, you miscalculated and ended up face-first in a pile of fallen leaves, with a hedgehog landing right on your back.
Riddleâs eyes widened in shock. âWhat are you doing?!â
With the hedgehog squirming atop you, you tried to push yourself up. âJust⌠saving this little guy,â you said, glancing over your shoulder. The hedgehog seemed to be enjoying the view from its leafy throne, completely unfazed by the near disaster.
âAre you okay?â Riddle asked, half-concerned, half-amused as he stepped closer. You could see a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, which was both infuriating and endearing.
âYeah, just a minor case of heroism!â you replied, attempting to sound cool while still half-buried in leaves. âNo big deal. Just saving lives one hedgehog at a time.â
The students around you started whispering, some trying to hold back laughter. Riddle, however, seemed genuinely impressed, his cheeks turning a shade of red that almost matched his hair. âUh⌠thank you?â he said, fumbling for words. âThat was⌠very quick thinking.â
As you finally managed to roll over, the hedgehog took that moment to scuttle off your back, plopping down on the ground with a little thud. You turned to Riddle, brushing leaves off your shirt. âYeah, well, itâs what I do best. Hedgehog rescuer by day, unremarkable student by night.â
Riddle blinked, processing your words while his face continued to betray a mix of flustered admiration and confusion. âYou⌠you look quite cool doing that,â he said, almost to himself, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
You smirked, enjoying the moment. âCool? Well, thank you.â
Riddle opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly flustered. âRight⌠um, thank you again. I usually prefer to do everything by the book, but you⌠you have a knack for chaos.â
âJust trying to shake things up a bit!â you replied, grinning. âBesides, whatâs life without a little excitement?â
His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and for a moment, you thought he might actually explode. âExcitement is⌠not exactly my strong suit,â he admitted with a seriousness that almost made you laugh.
Just then, Cater called out, âHey, Riddle, are you blushing over there?â
Riddle straightened up, all business once more. âI am not blushing!â he snapped, though it only made the others laugh harder.
You couldnât help but chuckle yourself. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, itâs very becoming.â
At this point, he was trying desperately to regain his composure, his usual dignified self crumbling under the unexpected twist of fate. âRight, well⌠um, thanks for your help,â he stammered, trying to pivot back to his hedgehogs as if that would restore some order to his day.
âAnytime!â you replied cheerfully, already plotting your next move in this wild webnovel world. After all, you might just have to become the chaotic force that turns Riddleâs world upside down.
As you left him there, you couldnât help but thinkâyup, you were definitely in that webnovel. And you were not hating it.
"System: New quest: Sabotage the dinner. +100 points"
Oh this was a quest you were willing to do even if the system didn't ask you to. All you need to do was question your darling sister's yapping and you'll be set.
The dinner is going about as smoothly as youâd expect a social gathering could in this godforsaken story. Which is to say, not smooth at all.
Youâre sitting at a long, polished table that looks like itâs seen better daysâprobably because it's held together by the sheer willpower of outdated noble customs. Your dear sister, the illustrious heroine of the world, is seated at the opposite end of the table, positively glowing in her usual self-absorbed way, surrounded by a gaggle of male leads that have somehow become entangled in her web of charm. Including, of course, the third male lead, a guy whose name you donât even care to remember, but who keeps giving you condescending looks from across the table.
Your father, seated next to her, is smiling like heâs watching his favorite child perform in a school play. Every time the heroine opens her mouth, heâs doting on her with embarrassing enthusiasm, nodding along like sheâs spewing pearls of wisdom when, in reality, itâs more like dribbling out some very glittery, very ignorant garbage.
âOh, Father,â your sister begins, in that overly sweet, almost nauseating voice of hers. âDid you know that dandelions are actually a type of flower? Most people mistake them for weeds, but I just find them so fascinating.â
You internally groan. Seriously? Dandelions? Thatâs the big revelation sheâs bringing to the table tonight?
Your father beams at her, his eyes twinkling as if sheâs just solved world hunger. âMy dear, youâre so clever. Itâs amazing how much you know!â
Ace, seated next to you, nearly spits out his water. You glance at him and catch the barely-restrained laughter on his face, which only makes you want to snicker along with him.
You give him a look that says "brace yourself."
You lean forward slightly, your face the picture of politeness, and say with a small smile, âWell, technically, dandelions are considered invasive species in most gardens. I suppose calling them âfascinatingâ is one way of putting it.â
Your sister blinks at you, clearly confused by the subtle jab, while Treyâwhoâs seated beside Riddleâhides his smirk behind a delicate sip of wine. You catch a glint of amusement in Riddleâs eyes as well. Even he seems to be enjoying this trainwreck.
The heroine, though, refuses to let her utter lack of botanical knowledge slow her down. âOh, well, I was just trying to emphasize how misunderstood they are! Like, did you know dandelion tea is supposed to help with digestion?â
You canât help yourself. âIs that why youâve been so full of it lately?â
Thereâs a loud snort from Cater, who quickly covers it up with a cough, but not before giving you an encouraging grin. Deuceâs shoulders shake as he tries to hold back laughter, while Ace is full-on grinning at the chaos youâre creating. Trey is still playing it cool, but you know heâs on the verge of losing it too.
Your sister pouts at you, her lower lip trembling like sheâs about to burst into tears. Oh, here we go. The waterworks. But honestly, youâre not about to feel guilty for calling her out when she practically walked into it.
âYou always have to be so mean to me,â she whines, her voice wobbling dramatically. âI was just trying to have a nice conversation!â
Your father, predictably, jumps to her defense. âNow, now,â he says, giving you a stern look. âThereâs no need to be so harsh with your sister.â
Harsh? Oh, please. If this is what he considers harsh, he clearly hasnât spent much time around actual harsh people. Not that youâre about to say that aloud, of course.
âApologies, Father,â you say, trying to keep your tone as neutral as possible while still dripping with passive-aggression. âIâll be sure to keep my comments to myself next time.â You pause for a beat, and then add with a pointed look, âUnless, of course, theyâre about real flowers.â
Cater and Ace lose it, full-on laughing at this point, and Deuce isnât far behind. Even Trey is chuckling softly into his drink.
And thenâoh, wait, is that a smile on Riddleâs face?
It is.
Holy crap.
For the first time since this disaster of a dinner started, you see a genuine smile tugging at Riddle Roseheartsâ lips. Itâs small, but itâs there. And itâs directed at you.
Well, well, well, you think. Who knew Iâd get the tiniest bit of amusement out of the stoic redhead tonight?
Riddleâs mother, who has been sitting quietly at the head of the table this whole time, seems to notice as well. She raises an eyebrow at you, and while she doesnât say anything, the slight nod of approval she gives is as close to praise as youâre ever going to get from her.
Meanwhile, your sister has resorted to dabbing her eyes with a napkin, and the third male lead looks like heâs about ready to crawl under the table and disappear. Honestly, with the way his face is turning red, you wouldnât be surprised if he just bolted for the door.
As the heroine sniffles dramatically, trying to regain her composure, Riddleâs mother clears her throat. âPerhaps itâs time we moved on to the next course.â
You sit back in your chair, feeling rather pleased with yourself. Youâve always known how to work a room, but this? This was practically a performance art piece. A subtle roast of the dinner partyâs most insufferable members, all without breaking a sweat.
Trey gives you a subtle thumbs-up from across the table, Cater is still grinning like an idiot, and Ace is wiping tears from his eyes. Even Deuce looks like heâs enjoying himself more than usual.
And Riddle? Heâs still smiling.
All in all, youâd call this a successful dinner.
"System: +100 points"
Villain Points: 200
You reached a compromise with the system during a mind numbingly boring tea party. You were doing your best to sit there with a polite smile plastered on your face while your sister droned on about her latest dress, but all you could think about was the fact that there were probably better uses of your timeâlike, say, literally anything else. Maybe you could fake a sudden illness and make a run for it? Or trip over a conveniently placed teacup and disappear into the shrubbery?
And thatâs when you heard it.
"System: New QuestâMake it through this tea party without falling asleep. Reward: Not looking like a complete fool."
You almost snorted out loud, but quickly caught yourself. Great, the system is back at it again with these stellar rewards.
Gee, thanks, system. Truly motivating stuff.
"System: Oh, Iâm sorry. Did you want something better? How about I throw in 50Â Villain Points?"
Your eyes widened. Wait, 50 Villain Points just for not dozing off during this boring nonsense?
"System: Well, technically, you just have to stay awake. I never said you couldnât look bored out of your mind."
You grinned slightly, trying to hide your amusement behind your teacup. Youâre starting to grow on me, you know that?
"System: Likewise. I must say, I didnât expect someone like you to actually stick with me this long. Most people wouldâve either ignored me or gotten themselves killed by now. But you? Youâve got potential."
Aw, stop, youâre gonna make me blush.
"System: Iâm serious! Youâve got guts. You think outside the box. Youâre not afraid to bend the rules a little. And thatâs why Iâve got a proposition for you."
You leaned back in your chair, intrigued. Oh? Go on, Iâm listening.
"System: Hereâs the dealâIâll start giving you quests that arenât designed to get you killed or humiliated beyond repair. In exchange, you have to promise to actually follow through on them. And I donât mean half-heartedlyâI want 100% commitment. Deal?"
Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying youâve been giving me death traps this whole time?
System: Well⌠not death traps, per se. More like⌠character-building exercises.
I swear to God, system, if you ever make me fight a rabid chicken againâ
"System: That chicken was a necessary evil! Character development! But fine, fine. No more chickens. Only reasonable, non-lethal missions from now on. What do you say? Partners in villainy?"
You tapped your chin, pretending to mull it over. Hmmm⌠sounds tempting. But whatâs in it for me besides the joy of your sparkling company?
"System: Oh, you know, the usualâpower, influence, fame, and fortune. Plus, Iâll throw in some juicy blackmail material for when your sister inevitably gets on your nerves again."
Your grin widened. Now that is the kind of offer I canât refuse.
"System: Thatâs the spirit! Now, first mission as my official partner: Sabotage your sisterâs next grand entrance. Nothing too catastrophicâjust a little stumble, maybe some ruffled feathers. Keep it classy."
And just like that, you and the system were officially besties. It was weirdly comforting knowing you had a sarcastic AI watching your backâand occasionally messing with your enemies. Sure, it mightâve been the weirdest friendship ever forged in the history of villainy, but hey, youâd take it. Youâd never be bored again with this delightful chaos agent in your corner.
As you left the tea party with your head held high, the system chimed in one last time.
"System: By the way, next time your sister brags about her shoes? âAccidentallyâ mention that those went out of fashion last season."
You smirked. Oh, system, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
+50 points, + 1 extremely powerful ally.
Villain points: 250
It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. You had gone into the library looking for a quiet place to relax after a long day of trying to stay out of family drama. But of course, there was Riddle, hunched over a mountain of books with his hands gripping his hair like it had personally wronged him. Not to mention, your sister was sitting nearby, yammering on about⌠something. Something that was definitely not helping Riddleâs clear state of panic.
As soon as you walked in, your eyes locked with his, and in that instant, you could practically hear his brain screaming for help. It was a silent plea, one you couldnât ignore.
With a sigh and a bit of a smirk, you sauntered over, interrupting your sisterâs endless tirade about her latest frivolous pursuit. âOh, there you are! Iâve been looking everywhere for you,â you said brightly, grabbing Riddle by the arm and pulling him up from his chair before he could protest.
Your sister blinked at you, clearly thrown off by your sudden intrusion. âExcuse me, we were in the middle of an important conversationââ
âWere you though?â You raised an eyebrow. âIâm pretty sure Riddle needs a break. Heâs been studying for hours, right?â You didnât wait for an answer, instead giving Riddle a quick nudge. âCome on, letâs get some fresh air.â
To your relief (and amusement), Riddle offered no resistance, letting you whisk him away from the library and your sisterâs insufferable voice.
Once you were safely in one of the quieter gardens, Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI donât know how much more of that I couldâve handled. Thank you.â
âNo problem. Honestly, I did it for my own sanity too,â you chuckled, leading him to a bench under a shady tree. âBut seriously, you look like you havenât slept in days.â
Riddleâs face flushed a bit as he glanced away. âIâve been⌠focused. Thereâs a lot to cover.â
âYeah, I can see that,â you replied dryly, nudging him to sit down. âBut if you donât rest, youâre going to burn out. Even someone like you canât run on fumes forever.â
He hesitated for a moment but eventually sat down, clearly too tired to argue. âI suppose youâre rightâŚâ
Riddle leaned back against the bench, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. You thought heâd sit there for a few minutes, maybe catch his breath, and thatâd be it.
Except he didnât just catch his breath.
Nope.
Instead, Riddle Rosehearts, the pristine, perfectly poised model student⌠fell asleep on your shoulder.
And you? You froze.
Oh no.
Oh God.
What do I do?!
Your mind spiraled as you sat there, staring at the top of his bright red head resting comfortably against you. You were acutely aware of the warmth of his body pressed against your side, his quiet, steady breathing, the softness of his hairâ
Wait. Why is his hair so soft? Itâs like spun silk.
Does he use some kind of magic conditioner? Should I ask him for hair care tips?
No, focus! Focus!
You peeked down at him again, and he looked so peaceful, his usual stern expression completely relaxed. You could feel your heart racing, and the logical part of your brain screamed at you to keep it together, but the other halfâthe half that was currently hyper-aware of Riddleâs head resting on your shoulderâwas completely losing it.
Is this what bliss feels like? Is this how people write poems? âOh Riddle, how thou art like the setting sun, warm and brilliant yetâWAIT, what am I thinking?! I am losing my mind! THIS IS BAD!
But also⌠very, very good?
You glanced around nervously, wondering if someone might see this. Would this look weird to people? Am I weird for not moving? I canât move. Heâs asleep. If I move, heâll wake up and think Iâm a weirdo for staying so still and letting him nap on me like this. Oh God, what if he thinks Iâm weird?!
But even as your brain launched into a full-blown existential crisis, you couldnât deny how nice this felt. Riddle looked so softâso vulnerableâand for once, he wasnât burdened by the weight of expectations or responsibilities. He was just⌠Riddle. And that made something inside you feel oddly tender.
Your gaze softened as you looked at him. Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe I could get used to this. Maybeâ
Then, without warning, Riddle stirred, shifting slightly before blinking his eyes open. He looked groggy for a second, but as soon as he realized where he wasâwhere you wereâhis entire face turned scarlet.
âAh!â he gasped, jerking upright. âIâ! I didnât mean toâ! Iâ!â
You blinked at him, trying very hard to pretend that you hadnât just gone through a whole mental rollercoaster while he was napping. âUh⌠itâs fine. You were tired. Happens to the best of us.â
He quickly straightened his uniform, flustered beyond belief. âThat was⌠highly inappropriate. I apologize. You must think Iâm terribly uncouth.â
âNah,â you said with a grin, waving him off. âYouâre a hard worker. Even someone like you deserves a break.â
Riddle looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. âStill, I shouldnât haveâ"
You laughed and patted his shoulder. âRelax. It was kinda cute, honestly.â
He looked at you with wide eyes, his blush deepening. âC-cute?â
Realizing what you just said, your face turned bright red. âUh, yeah, like⌠in a respectable, admirable way, obviously! Because, you know, falling asleep is⌠healthy⌠and stuff.â
From behind you, you heard Aceâs familiar snicker, and you turned to see him and Deuce standing there, both of them with identical grins.
âYouâre totally simping,â Ace teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âOh my God, go away.â
Riddle coughed, straightening his back and trying very hard to regain his composure. âAhem. I think Iâll⌠return to my studies. Thank you again for helping me earlier.â
He stood up, still looking mildly mortified, but as he walked away, you caught the faintest smile on his lips.
Ace elbowed you with a grin. âYouâve got it bad.â
âShut up,â you grumbled, your face still burning as you watched Riddle leave.
But deep down, you couldnât stop smiling either.
You sit at the breakfast table, staring at the notification hovering just above your coffee.
"System: New Quest: Get your sister to humiliate herself in front of the Empress. Reward: 100 Villain Points."
Your sister, ever the radiant queen of smugness, lounges at the other end, flipping her hair like sheâs about to step onto a runway. Her latest self-important monologue about being 'practically irreplaceable' in the Empressâs inner circle grates at your nerves.
âWhatâs with the face?â Ace flops into the seat next to you, raising an eyebrow at your sudden, murderous glare.
Deuce, ever the responsible one, follows, setting down his tray with a clink. âYou alright? Youâve been quiet.â
You groan, rubbing your temples. âI got stuck with⌠a task.â
Ace snickers. âWhat, the worldâs worst chore or something?â
You glance at your sister, now preening at her reflection in a spoon, and mutter, âWorse. I need to make her humiliate herself in front of the Empress.â
Both Ace and Deuce freeze, staring at you in disbelief.
Ace nearly snorts his drink. âYouâwait, what? You have to do that?â His eyes practically light up. âThatâs hilarious.â
Deuce, always the voice of reason, frowns. âWhy do you need to do that? That sounds kinda⌠extreme.â
You sigh, trying to keep it vague. âLetâs just say... itâs a long story. But trust me, itâll be worth it.â
Ace leans back, grinning like heâs just been given front-row tickets to the chaos. âOh, I am so in. We have to take down the drama queen? Say no more.â
Deuce hesitates, but after a glance at your sisterâwhoâs loudly bragging about her upcoming meeting with the Empressâhe sighs. âI guess if itâs for a good cause... she could use a little humility.â
âPerfect.â You clap your hands together, a plan already forming. âBut it has to look natural. No obvious sabotage.â
Ace smirks. âYou say that like Iâm not an expert in âsubtle.ââ
The banquet is set in a lavish garden, with your sister already dressed in the most elaborate gown she could find. She looks like sheâs ready to steal the spotlightâand she fully intends to. But youâre three steps ahead. As you, Ace, and Deuce trail behind her, you start whispering the plan. âShe always does that thing where she stands up to give a toast in front of everyone, right?â
Deuce nods. âYeah, she loves being the center of attention.â
You glance at Ace. âThink you can handle making sure her âcenter of attentionâ moment doesnât go as planned?â
Ace grins wickedly. âLeave it to me.â
Your sister, in all her glittering glory, steps up to the platform. The Empress and her courtiers watch on, curious, while your sister clears her throat, preparing to launch into one of her legendary speeches.
Ace winks at you, positioning himself near the platformâs support. With the lightest nudge, it shifts, just enough to unbalance your sister. As she stands, her heel catches on the uneven surface.
Her eyes widen. âWhaâ?â
And down she goes, arms flailing dramatically as she tumbles straight into a nearby fountain.
Thereâs a collective gasp from the crowd, and the Empress looks mildly surprised as water splashes everywhere. Your sister, soaked and sputtering, looks utterly mortified.
Ace bites his lip to keep from laughing. âOops.â
Deuce winces but nods. âWell... that worked.â
You canât help the satisfied smirk tugging at your lips as your system pings again.
"System: Quest Complete. Reward: 100 Villain Points."
âPerfect,â you murmur under your breath, already thinking about the next quest.
As your sister sputters her way out of the fountain, dripping wet and desperately trying to regain her composure, the crowd falls into an awkward silence. You can practically hear her brain scrambling to salvage the moment.
She forces a bright smile, pushing wet hair out of her face. âWell, that was⌠unexpected,â she says, laughing nervously. âI suppose even the most poised among us can have a moment of... gracelessnessâ
The Empress raises a perfectly arched brow, but remains silent, watching with a cool, unreadable expression.
Your sister, in her panic, decides to fill the silence with her usual brand of arrogance. âIâm sure someone will fix that platform,â she says, waving a hand dismissively at the servants. âHonestly, who would set up something so poorly constructed? I couldâve been seriously hurt!â She glances at the Empress and adds, in a misguided attempt to flatter, âBut of course, I suppose even the Empressâs court isnât immune to suchâŚÂ minor mistakes.â
Ace and Deuce both freeze. Your stomach drops.
The Empressâs lips tighten just slightly, a subtle but dangerous shift. âMinor mistakes?â she repeats, her voice icy and sharp.
Your sister, utterly clueless, laughs again, louder this time, still trying to brush it off. âOh, of course, not your fault, Your Majesty. Iâm sure your staff just⌠overlooked something. It happens, right?â
The crowdâs collective inhale is deafening. Even Deuce slaps a hand to his forehead, muttering, âOh noâŚâ
Ace looks like heâs about to choke trying to hold back his laughter. âSheâs done,â he whispers gleefully.
The Empress finally stands, her gaze narrowing on your sister. âI assure you,â she says with a smile that doesnât reach her eyes, âsuch oversights are very rare in my court.â
Your sister opens her mouth to respond, but thereâs no coming back from this. The Empress has already turned away, addressing one of her advisors with a wave of dismissal. Your sister is left standing there, soaked and utterly humiliated, in front of everyone.
As the system pings again in your headâ "System:Â Bonus Quest Complete: Cause a Major Faux Pas. Reward: 50 Villain Points"âyou canât help but smirk.
"Well," Ace leans in, whispering, "mission accomplished."
As you watch your sister fumble through an awkward curtsy, trying to salvage what little dignity she has left, the familiar ping of the system goes off in your head againâbut this time, it sounds... different.
"Villain System: Achievement UnlockedâTotal Disaster;
Reward: 50 Villain Points + Bonus Perk!"
Before you can fully register the notification, the system continues, breaking its usual monotone, deadpan style.
"System: Honestly..." there's a brief pause, like it's trying to hold back a laugh. "I have to hand it to you. This... this was beautiful. I mean, wow, top-tier humiliation. The look on her face? Priceless. I didnât think you had it in you to pull off such magnificent chaos so effortlessly. Not to mention the insult to the Empress."
Another chuckleâthis time, you can feel it reveling in the scene.
"System: You're really becoming quite the villain, huh? Iâm almost impressed. Well, because you've reached a new level of villainyâand honestly, youâve earned itâhereâs a special perk. You hit 1,000 points, and Iâll give you an out. You can get rid of me. Completely. No more schemes, no more quests. Freedom from this system."
For a moment, you can barely believe it. The systemâs offering you a way out?Â
"System: Oh, but until then, Iâm not going anywhere. And really, wouldnât it be a shame to stop now? Youâre on such a roll."
You shake your head, but even you can't deny the chaos was a little satisfying. Your sister, now the talk of the court, dripping with embarrassment, is living proof of that.
"What's up?" Ace asks, glancing at you. "You look like you just won something."
"Yeah," you mutter under your breath, smirking. "Something like that."
Villain Points: 500. 500 points to freedom.
The test results had come out earlier today and Riddle had topped it, as usual. But he was not allowed to come celebrate with the rest of you, which has led here.
Itâs late at night, and the manor is quietâeerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves outside Riddle's window. You stand beneath the window with a strawberry tart in your hands, feeling very much like a strange version of a fairy-tale hero. Except, instead of rescuing a damsel in distress, you're here to sneak contraband dessert to an overworked boy whose mother monitors his sugar intake like a hawk.
"Riddle!" you whisper-shout up to the second floor. "Let down your hairâuh, I mean, your bedsheets!"
Thereâs a pause before Riddleâs head pops out of the window, confused but intrigued. "What are you doing out there? Itâs late."
"Shhh!" You gesture for him to keep it down, holding up the tart like itâs some sort of forbidden treasure. "I brought you a strawberry tart. Your mom might have banned it, but we live dangerously in this house."
Riddleâs eyes widen, and for a moment, you think he might actually tear up. "You... You risked sneaking a tart past Mother... for me?" He looks genuinely touched, and you can see the internal battle raging between his desire to stay obedient and his deep, insatiable love for strawberry tarts.
"Yes, I am willing to defy the Tart Tyrant for you," you say, nodding solemnly. "Now hurry up and lower the bedsheets before she finds out and decides to have me beheaded for dessert-related treason."
Riddle hesitates for just a second, but the lure of the forbidden pastry is too strong. After a moment, he vanishes from the window, only to return with a neatly tied set of bedsheets. He throws them down like some kind of serious, rule-abiding Rapunzel.
You take a second to appreciate the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, then quickly tie the tart to the end of the sheet rope. âAlright, here comes the goods!â You give the bedsheets a tug to let him know the package is secured.
With a little effort, Riddle pulls up the tart with the same solemnity youâd expect if he were receiving an ancient royal artifact instead of sugar-laden contraband. He gingerly unties the tart and holds it in his hands, staring at it like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.
You then somehow use the bedsheets to get up there too. Wow maybe you are truly a fairy-tale hero.
"You truly are remarkable," Riddle says, his voice soft with gratitude. He turns his gaze toward you with such an earnest expression that you suddenly feel self-conscious.
You wave him off, trying to play it cool. "Eh, it's nothing. Just saving you from a tartless existence."
But instead of saying anything, Riddle leans down and, with the utmost care and sincerity, presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, like some sort of old-fashioned gentleman. "Thank you," he murmurs.
And thatâs when it happens.
Your brain shuts down. Completely. Like someone pulled the plug on your thoughts and left you staring blankly into space. The only thing running through your head is static. You don't even register the tart anymore. Did he justâ? Did Riddle Rosehearts justâ?
You short-circuit so hard that your mouth moves, but nothing coherent comes out. âGuh... buh... uh...â Great. So much for playing it cool.
Riddle, ever the gentleman, doesnât seem to notice your malfunction, as heâs too busy taking the tiniest, most delicate bite of the tart, savoring it like heâs trying to make it last forever. "Delicious," he whispers, clearly over the moon.
Meanwhile, youâre still stuck on the whole hand kiss thing. Did that actually just happen? Did you fall into an alternate reality? Is this still the same planet?
Ace is going to have a field day with this.
"Uh, well... goodnight!" You finally manage to blurt out before spinning on your heel and power-walking away, almost jumping off the balcony instead of climbing down, mentally screaming at yourself for turning into a malfunctioning robot over a simple gesture. You hear Riddle chuckle softly behind you, a sound that somehow makes your heart do a weird little flip, and then his window quietly closes.
The whole way back to your room, you're fighting off the most embarrassing grin. Maybe this little night mission was worth it after allâshort circuits and all.
The next morning, you wake up to a new notification from your ever-so-charming system.
"Villain System: New QuestâMake the heroine cry and win the baking competition. Reward: 100 Villain Points"
You stare at the message, blinking. Make the heroine cry? Thatâs one thing, butâŚÂ win the baking competition? You donât even bake.
"System: Oh, did I forget to mention? The heroine has won every year because itâs women-only, and the original villainess didnât care about trivial things like baking. Now sheâs got a free pass to victoryâunless, of course, you do something about it."
You roll your eyes. Right, of course. But then, an idea hits you. Trey. Who needs to bake when you know the one person who could win with his eyes closed?
In this kingdomâs prestigious baking competition, there's one important loophole: while only women are allowed to officially compete, each contestant is permitted a single helper. Of course, most participants choose their helpers from other women to maintain the spirit of the tradition. However, thereâs nothing in therules that says it has to be a woman.
The heroine, ever the strategic darling, has chosen none other than the Sixth Male Lead as her helperâan aspiring nobleman known for his meticulous manners and refined taste. His calm demeanor and careful attention to detail make him a safe bet, and you overhear the heroine boasting that, with his assistance, her victory is all but guaranteed.
Yeah, not this year.
Instead of following tradition, youâve asked Trey to be your helper. Trey Cloverârenowned for his skill in the kitchen, and quite possibly the one person who could bake the heroineâs smug little plans into pie. The original villainess never cared enough to bother with this competition, which gave the heroine free rein. But now? Now she has to face you, and by extension, Trey.
And Trey Clover doesnât play for second place when it comes to sweets.
Later that day, you find Trey in the gardens, tending to some herbs. He looks up, giving you that calm, friendly smile. "Need something?"
"Yeah, actually. Thereâs a baking competition coming up," you say nonchalantly, "and I need to win."
Trey raises an eyebrow. "I thought it was women-only?"
You shrug. "It is, but I thought you could, you know, help me win."
He chuckles, brushing some dirt off his hands. "What kind of help are we talking?"
"Let's just say," you grin, "weâll be making a dessert so good that even the Empress and Emperor will swoon. And if sister dearest happens to cry... well, that's just a bonus."
Trey looks amused but intrigued. "Alright, Iâm in. Letâs see what we can whip up."
The day of the competition arrives, and as expected, the heroine is floating around the kitchen like she owns the place. You catch a glimpse of her smug smile as she arranges her ingredients, clearly confident that victory is hers.
Little does she know.
You and Trey work quietly, making an intricate dessert that smells so good even the judges start peeking over your shoulder. Itâs a delicate mille-feuille with layers of crisp pastry, rich cream, and fresh fruit, and the entire hall is already filled with its tantalizing aroma.
"Are you sure you want to go this hard?" Trey asks, smirking as he plates the dessert. "This might be overkill."
You laugh. "Overkill is the goal."
As the competition moves forward, you notice the heroine starting to fidget. Her confidence wavers when she sees your masterpiece, and by the time judging begins, sheâs outright glaring at you.
The Empress and Emperor sit at the head of the table, and when your dessert is placed in front of them, you watch as they take a bite. First, thereâs silence. Then, the Empress closes her eyes, a look of pure bliss on her face.
The Emperor leans back, sighing deeply. "This... this is incredible."
Even the Prince, sitting beside them, takes a bite and pauses. He leans in toward you with a subtle smile. "Such talent... A skillful partner would be quite the asset to the royal family."
You raise an eyebrow but smile politely.
"While I appreciate the compliment, Your Highness, Iâm not interested in marriage at the moment. My hands are quite full with other matters."
The Prince looks mildly disappointed, but the Empress shoots him a warning glance, and he wisely backs off. You can feel the heroine seething from across the room.
Then, Riddle, whoâs been observing the competition from the side, steps up to taste your creation. He takes a small, cautious biteâand his entire face lights up. His normally stern expression softens, and he looks so genuinely pleased that you canât help but feel a little flustered yourself. Who knew Riddle could be this cute?
"This is... delightful," he says quietly, and for a moment, you forget about the competition entirely.Â
"Glad you like it," you say, your voice a little softer than you intended.Â
Ace nudges you from the side, wiggling his eyebrows. "You blushing? Never thought I'd see the day."
"Shut up," you hiss back, feeling your face heat up even more.
Meanwhile, the heroine, who has been watching the whole scene, looks on the verge of tears. As the judges declare you the winner, she loses her composure entirely and storms out of the hall, sniffling dramatically.
Ace bursts into laughter. "Wow, you really made her cry, huh? Iâm loving this!"
Deuce, more concerned, pats you on the back. "Well... at least you won the competition?"
You smirk, satisfied. "Yeah, Iâd say that went pretty well."
As you leave the competition hall, your system chimes in again.
"Villain System: Quest complete! 100 Villain Points awarded."
"System: Iâll be honest. I wasnât expecting you to fluster Riddle like that, but hey, bonus points for making the Prince back off too. Well played. +25 points"
Villain Points: 625. 375 points left till freedom.
You had to do something about the funny little flips your heart did when you even dared to glance at Riddle and so here you were, dramatically declaring a âStrategy Meetingâ with Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce. You had even assigned rolesâlike some kind of overly elaborate battle planâbecause, in your mind, this was war. And the enemy? Your increasingly uncontrollable feelings for a certain redheaded, rule-abiding, perfectionist nobleman.
You stood at the head of the table like a general ready to command the troops, but instead of warriors, you had your collection of questionable allies. Trey and Cater were lounging comfortably, while Ace and Deuce seemed entirely too excited about the prospect of scheming.
âAlright,â you began, pacing in front of the group. âHereâs the deal. I think I like Riddle.â
You were met with silence at first. Then, Ace broke into the most ridiculous grin. âPfft, of course you do. Youâve been mooning over him for weeks now. Congratulations on finally catching up to reality!â
Deuce elbowed him. âHey, donât make fun of them! Itâs... uh... commendable that youâre so serious about it.â He gave you a sympathetic smile, like you were some kind of lovesick puppy.
Cater, who had been leaning back casually in his chair, gave you a teasing wink. âAww, our little villain is going soft. I guess all that sneaking tarts and saving him from certain doom finally got to you, huh?â
Trey, ever the calm and rational one, simply folded his arms and gave you a small smile. âWell, it makes sense. You two have spent a lot of time together. Heâs... a good guy. A bit high-strung, but good.â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âThis is not helpful. I need a plan, people! Riddleâs mom already thinks Iâm a conniving little troublemakerâhow am I supposed to make a good impression while also, you know... not being painfully awkward around him?â
Ace raised his hand dramatically like you were in the middle of a classroom. âSimple solution: you donât. Just be yourself. Heâs already used to your brand of chaos. Besides, you already saved him from his momâs sugar ban, so Iâd say youâre ahead of the game.â
Deuce nodded, adding, âYeah! Plus, youâre like, really smart and cool, so... youâve got this!â
âOkay, so,â Cater piped in, âin terms of strategy, you could always stage some grand gesture. I mean, Riddleâs all about tradition and propriety, right? What if youââ
Suddenly, a voice interrupted from behind you. âWhat are you all plotting now?â
You froze, spinning around to see none other than your mother, the Duchess, standing in the doorway with an amused look on her face. She had an uncanny talent for sneaking up on people.
âM-Mother! I, uh... itâs nothing serious. Weâre justââ
She raised an eyebrow, cutting off your fumbling explanation with a wave of her hand. âIf youâre scheming about Riddle Rosehearts, dear, you could use a bit more refinement. Fortunately for you, Iâve decided to assist.â
âWait, what?â You blinked at her, feeling like the ground had just shifted beneath you. âYouâre... helping me?â
She gave you a knowing smile. âWell, itâs about time someone showed that other daughter of mine what true charm looks like. Youâve always been the more intelligent one.â
âUh... thanks?â You werenât quite sure how to respond to that.
Without another word, your mother turned to the butler who had been standing in the hallway. âMake sure everything is in place for dinner tonight. And do make certain the maids are aware of our... little plans.â
âYes, Your Grace,â the butler replied with a subtle bow before whisking away.
You stared after him, feeling both flustered and slightly panicked. âMother... what are you planning?â
âOh, donât worry,â she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. âItâs nothing too drastic. Just a little adjustment to how tonightâs dinner will go.â
That evening, you found yourself at the weekly gathering/dinner, sitting at the long, ornate table alongside your parents, Riddle, his mother, andâunfortunatelyâyour sister, who was already droning on about some utterly mundane topic that only she could make sound self-important.
And then, the plan began.
The maids moved around the table, loudly discussing their work. "Oh, our youngest lady is always so kind to us, isn't she? Such a breath of fresh air!"
"Yes, yes," another maid replied with an exaggerated nod. "And always so intelligent! Did you hear how she handled that situation at the garden party? Simply remarkable!"
Riddleâs mother perked up at the praise, her sharp gaze cutting from the maids to you, her expression intrigued. Your sister, on the other hand, looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.
The butler, who had been refilling glasses, suddenly spoke up as well. "Ah, I must say, our young miss has shown extraordinary grace and poise recently. A true future lady of the house, if I may be so bold."
You were mortified. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you desperately tried to shrink into your seat. This was not what you had planned. You could feel Riddleâs eyes on you, and you were certain you were about to pass out from sheer embarrassment.
Your sister, however, could not stay silent. âExcuse me?â she snapped. âI donât know what all this nonsense is about, butââ
But the maids and butler kept going, seemingly oblivious to her anger. "Indeed, I canât think of anyone more suited to such a role!" one of the maids declared.
Riddleâs mother hummed thoughtfully, clearly impressed by the blatantâand likely orchestratedâpraise. âIt is quite rare to find such well-rounded young women these days,â she mused, looking at you with a glint of approval in her eyes. âPerhaps I should consider the advantages of such a match after all.â
You nearly choked on your drink. Riddle, across from you, was staring at his plate like he was trying to become one with it. He looked both horrified and... pleased? Maybe?
And just when you thought things couldnât get worse, Aceâbecause of course, it had to be Aceâleaned over and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, âHey, at least you know Riddle's mom doesnât hate you anymore. Progress!â
You shot him a glare, but the damage was done. Everyone at the table had heard, and Riddleâs mother raised a curious eyebrow at you both. You could practically feel Riddle sinking further into his seat.
The dinner continued with more awkward small talk, with your mother throwing in subtle digs at your sisterâs lack of... everything, while you tried your hardest not to combust from sheer humiliation.
But heyâif nothing else, at least Riddle wasnât the only one who felt like he needed to escape to the nearest corner. Small victories, right?
"System: Quest: Make Riddle Say Something Mean to Your Sister. Reward: 100 Points"
The system pings you with the next quest, and you almost laugh out loud. Get Riddle to say something mean to your sister? The guy whose idea of an insult is reminding someone to follow the rules more carefully? You know thisâll be near impossibleâhis mother raised him to be the picture of etiquette and politeness.
But, then again, opportunity tends to strike when you least expect it, and with your villain system, those moments come with a bit of flair.
It all starts innocently enough: horseback riding. Youâre a natural at it, of course, and as you effortlessly guide your horse around the course, your sister glares at you from the sidelines, arms crossed.
"Oh, how shocking," she drawls loud enough for everyone to hear. "A masculine activity. How unbecoming for a lady."
Before you can snap back, someone else beats you to it. "That's funny, I quite like horseback riding too," The Empress says, her voice as polite as ever but with just enough edge to make your darling sister freeze.
And when Riddle adds that he also enjoys horseback riding, you almost snort. Of course, he does. Riddle would have to enjoy something that involves strict rules and perfect posture.
Your sister's eyes flicker toward Riddle, suddenly aware that insulting horseback riding is not the wisest move when he is within earshot. She stammers, trying to recover. "IâI mean, I didnât say it was entirely inappropriate. Itâs justâ"
You just stare at her, subtly challenging her to continue. And she takes the bait.
Sensing an opportunity to show off, your sister decides to prove sheâs good at it too. "Iâll show you how a real lady rides a horse," she declares, moving to mount the closest horse. The horse, sensing the storm of bad vibes radiating from your sister, immediately snorts and takes a few steps back.
âSee, even the horse knows better,â Ace mutters behind you, earning a chuckle from Deuce. You canât help but grin.
Your sisterâs attempt to get on the horse is nothing short of a disaster. Her foot slips, her balance is off, and the horse finally has enough. In one swift move, it bucks her off before sheâs even properly seated, sending her tumbling to the ground in an undignified heap.
For a second, there's stunned silence. Then, in true âsisterâ fashion, she gets up, furious and embarrassed, and hits the horse on the flank.
Oh no. She did not just hit the horse.
Riddleâs face turns redânot his usual "Iâm about to scold you" red, but the kind of red that suggests a leviathan-level insult has just taken place. "What are you doing?" he snaps, shocking everyone in earshot. Even you pause, surprised.
You quickly recover, barely holding back your grin. You can already feel the points tallying up.
"That was completely uncalled for," Riddle continues, his voice icy. "You should apologize to the horse."
Your sister sputters, clearly not used to being reprimanded by someone like Riddle.
"IâI didnâtâ"
"Violence toward an innocent animal," the Emperor chimes in from his observation point, his tone dripping with disapproval. "Disgraceful behavior."
The Imperial Princess, who has been watching with her arms crossed, gives a snort of laughter. "Well, clearly not everyone can handle themselves with grace on horseback."
Your sister looks like sheâs about to implode, her cheeks burning redder than Riddle's hair. "I didnât meanâ"
"Please," Riddle says, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. "Letâs not make this any worse for yourself."
The system pops up again with a cheeky little message.
"+25 bonus points: The system respects that level of carnage. Well done."
Honestly, even you canât help but respect the sheer scale of the damage your sister just managed to cause to her own reputation in a matter of minutes.
Riddle, whoâs usually the epitome of control, saying something that mean? The Emperor, the Imperial Princess, and the Empress all scolding her? Itâs a beautiful mess, and youâll take the points with a smile.
Villain Points: 750. 150 points left till freedom
Youâre lounging in the courtyard, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when chaos inevitably strikes. You donât know why you thought you could have a quiet afternoon without something going wrong. The universe must have you on its watchlist, and today, it decided to throw a wrench in the form of Deuce Spade sprinting across the courtyard, holding a goose under his arm like some kind of barnyard Olympian.
The goose then shows a surprising amount of athleticism and manages to pivot in his arms and jump down.
âGET BACK HERE, YOU FEATHERED MENACE!â Ace screams behind him, waving what looks like a loaf of bread. You raise an eyebrow, confused but intrigued. âUh⌠do I even want to know?â
âTheyâre trying to catch the Duchessâs prized goose,â Cater pipes up, appearing out of nowhere. âIt escaped from the coop. Again.â
You squint at the scene unfolding before you, watching as Deuce trips over a bush, while grabbing its tail, sending both himself and the goose tumbling to the ground, feathers everywhere. The goose immediately makes a break for it, flapping wildly in your direction. You canât help itâsome deep, misguided instinct kicks in. You blame your duel with the chicken of doom. Must help friends! Must catch rogue poultry!
You leap to your feet, determination surging through you. This is it. This is your time to shine. You throw yourself at the goose, diving for it like a soccer goalie saving the game-winning shot.
And you miss. Not just missâyou whiff it entirely. Instead, you skid along the ground, getting a face full of dirt and grass. The goose, clearly uninterested in whatever heroic save you were attempting, runs straight towards the nearby rose bushes, where Riddle is calmly reading a book.
âGot it!â you yell, trying to recover from your very undignified position. You scramble to your feet and sprint towards the goose, not thinkingâabsolutely no thoughtsâjust vibes and feathers.
âSTOP THAT GOOSE!â you hear Deuce shout, which only makes you run faster.
But then⌠things go wrong. Horribly, hilariously wrong.
The goose, in a feat of poultry acrobatics, launches itself directly at Riddle. In a panic, you leap towards them, determined to protect Riddle from the poultry projectile. Unfortunately, in your zeal to save him, you overestimate your athletic prowess, launching yourself way too high and way too fast.
You soar right over the rose bushes. For a brief, glorious moment, you feel like youâre flying. Like Icarus, youâve flown too close to the sun.
And then gravity kicks in.
You crash into Riddle, knocking his book out of his hands as you both go down in a very undignified heap. Riddle lets out a startled yelp, and youâre pretty sure your entire life flashes before your eyes in that split second.
When the dust settles, youâre on the ground, somehow tangled up with both Riddle and the goose, who looks mildly offended by this whole debacle. You can barely process the pain in your elbow because, oh noâyouâve just tackled Riddle Rosehearts in broad daylight. Youâre doomed. Absolutely doomed.
Riddle, red-faced and thoroughly flustered, pushes himself up, brushing stray feathers off his jacket. âWhat in the worldâŚ?â
âI, uh⌠was trying to help?â you say weakly, still half-sprawled on the ground with the goose now comfortably perched on your back, like some sort of bizarre poultry crown.
Before Riddle can reply, Ace and Deuce finally catch up, breathless and thoroughly amused by the sight before them.
âNice one!â Ace cackles, doubling over with laughter. âI didnât think youâd go for the full-on tackle!â
âYeah, wow,â Deuce adds, clearly struggling to keep a straight face. âReally⌠really brave of you. Or maybe just⌠really dumb?â
Cater, meanwhile, is gleefully giggling during the entire thing. "I canât believe you almost took out Riddle over a goose!â Riddle glares at them, cheeks still a furious shade of pink. âThis is not funny. Someone could have been hurt!â
You finally manage to sit up, the goose still somehow perched atop your shoulder. You look up at Riddle, giving him a sheepish grin. âUh, well⌠thanks for breaking my fall?â
Riddle huffs, brushing dirt off his sleeves as he stands. âNext time, please consider not risking your life over poultry.â
âAw, donât be mad, Riddle,â Cater teases, still giggling. âOur hero here just wanted to protect you from the fierce Goose of Doom!â
Riddle shoots him a glare that could melt ice.
Ace leans over, giving you an exaggerated thumbs-up. âHonestly, this is peak comedy. I canât wait to see the look on Treyâs face when he hears about this.â
You groan, already feeling the embarrassment sink in. âJust⌠just help me up, please.â
Riddle offers you a hand, though he still looks like heâs debating whether to scold you or just cry. As he pulls you to your feet, the goose squawks indignantly, finally hopping off your shoulder to strut away, victorious.
âSee?â Ace says, still grinning like a fool. âThe goose is fine. No harm done.â
âNo harm,â Riddle repeats, looking at you with a sigh. âExcept perhaps to our dignity.â
You canât help but laugh at that, your cheeks burning. âYeah, well, dignity is overrated. At least we caught the goose⌠eventually.â
Riddle shakes his head, a small smile finally tugging at his lips. âNext time, letâs leave the heroics to someone a little more... suited for it, shall we?â
You nod, rubbing your sore elbow. âDeal. But if that goose comes at you again, Iâm not making any promises.â
Riddle just shakes his head, turning away to pick up his book. And he takes your hand and ties a handkerchief around a scratch you didnât even realize was bleeding. You can still hear the teasing laughs from Ace, Deuce, and Cater echoing in your ears, but you canât help the grin that tugs at your own lips.
Yeah, you mightâve girlbossed a little too close to the sun today. But at least you made Riddle smile and he held your hand!(kinda) . And, well, the goose is still alive, so thereâs that. Small victories.
"System: Quest: Become the Flower of the Ball. Reward: 50 Points"
The system's new quest pops up with a glorious pingâBecome the Flower of the Ball. Easy enough, right? Except, of course, your sister has always held that title. The "Flower of the Ball" is not just the prettiest person at the event; itâs the one who commands the room, whose influence and elegance leave everyone talking for weeks. And you? Well, with Cater on your side, youâre about to change that.
First step: rumors. Cater helps you work your way through the gossip circuit like a seasoned pro. With just a few whispered suggestions here and there, you have half the ball convinced that youâll be arriving in something that will make your sisterâs dress look like an afterthought.
Next, your motherâwhoâs never liked your adopted sister, mainly because of your father's favouritism âdoes her part by pulling the strings and reserving the best tailor exclusively for you. Your sister? Sheâs stuck with second-rate options, fuming in the background. By the time you step into the ball, you look absolutely perfect. The dress is a masterpiece of fabric and sparkle, the kind that makes everyoneâs heads turn the second you enter.
Cater sneaks by your side as you walk in. "Nailed it, babe," he whispers, giving you a wink. "They're already talking about how your dress makes you look like a literal god."
And indeed, the whispers from the crowd follow you like a wave. Mission accomplished.
Your sister, of course, tries to maintain her usual position of dominance. Sheâs chosen the 7th male lead as her escortâa decision that reeks of desperation since she couldn't snag a higher-ranked noble. You, meanwhile, had originally planned to attend with Ace and Deuce, they were your closest friends after all, just to keep things low-key. But before you can finalize that plan, Riddle appears, looking composed as ever, and offers you his arm.
"I thought it might be appropriate if you accompanied me," he says with a shy smile. "Since my fiancĂŠe has chosen to attend with someone else this evening."
You almost laugh. Of course, she has. She likely thought it would make her look more desirable, but now it's given you a perfect in. Going to the ball with Riddle is about as high-profile as it gets.
Your sisterâs eyes widen the moment she sees you walk in with him. Her expression morphs into barely-contained outrage, but before she can say anything, another bomb drops.
Riddleâs motherâstern and poised as alwaysâleans over to one of her confidantes and just loud enough for you and your sister to hear, says, "Well, perhaps this arrangement is for the best. It wouldnât be surprising if we reconsider the sister for our familiesâ union."
Cue dramatic gasp.
Your sisterâs face twists in horror, while the 7th male lead stands there, visibly confused as to why heâs even part of this drama. "Whatâwhat did she mean by that?!" your sister hisses, shooting daggers at you and Riddle.
You smile sweetly. "Oh, who knows? Perhaps she just appreciates my company more."
Before your sister can explode, the Imperial Princess herself enters the fray. Your sister, still seething, is barely holding it together when she steps forward to greet the Princess, but her curtsey is sloppy. The Princess raises an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. "Hmm, interesting technique," she says coldly, her eyes flicking to you with approval as you execute your bow with flawless grace.
Your sister sputters, trying to recover, but itâs too lateâthe Princessâ interest is already elsewhere. The rest of the ball quickly follows suit, flocking to your side. Riddle, ever the gentleman, offers you a subtle smile as the room begins to orbit around you instead of your sister.
And then, like clockwork, your sister makes yet another blunder. This time, itâs with the cutlery at the dinner table. The 7th male lead awkwardly copies her, both of them managing to insult half the table in the process. Youâd almost feel bad, but honestly, theyâre making it too easy.
The system, naturally, is having the time of its life. "+25 points: Honestly, this is comedy gold. Extra points for the mess."
You flash a victorious smile, knowing that by the end of the night, youâll be crowned as the new Flower of the Ballâyour sisterâs reign well and truly over.
Villain points: 825. 175 points to go.
Riddle wasn't quite sure when it happened. Maybe it had been a gradual realization, building slowly every time he saw you speak your mind with that sharp wit of yours, or maybe it was something that had struck him like a lightning bolt during a moment like thisâwatching you hold an entire room's attention, bright and confident in your own, distinct way.
You were just so... you. The way you spoke, that glint of mischief in your eyes whenever you were about to say something cleverâit was entirely captivating. It was easy to see why people were drawn to you, why they wanted to bask in your energy.
Right now, you were standing near the center of the room, laughing animatedly as you shared some story with your friends. Your expression was full of life, each gesture adding color to your words, your smile lighting up the whole space. Riddle couldnât help but find his gaze lingering on you, taking in every detail.
And then, out of nowhere, you turned your head, locking eyes with him across the room. For a split second, he felt his breath catch. He should look away, he told himself. But he couldn't. He was rooted in place as you spotted him.
Your face lit up even moreâif that was even possibleâand you raised your hand, giving him an enthusiastic wave, completely unabashed. There was something so genuine, so utterly you, in that wave. Your arm flailed just a little, and you were smiling so broadly, so openly, that you looked a little silly. But it didnât matter.
Because, in that moment, Riddle felt something click into place. He might like you. He might like you quite a lot, actually.
Without even thinking, Riddle found himself waving back, a small smile creeping onto his face. He felt warm, a strange fluttering sensation settling in his chest. He probably looked ridiculous, waving with that soft, dazed look in his eyes, but he couldnât bring himself to care.
You gave him a thumbs-up, your grin widening, and Riddle had to stop himself from laughing. His heart was pounding in his chest now, a warmth creeping up his neck, and the realization hit him with startling clarity: you made him feel light. You made him feel... happy, in a way he hadnât quite understood before.
He might have spent his whole life avoiding this kind of chaos, but when it came to youâwhen it came to your laughter, your brightness, your way of pulling him into your orbitâRiddle found he didnât mind the chaos at all.
In fact, he was pretty sure he was completely smitten with it.
"Villain System: New QuestâHumiliate the heroine in front of the heir to the throne, the First Princess. Reward: 100 Villain Points"
You read the message and resist the urge to sigh. Your sister is a piece of work, sure, but the system really seems hellbent on making her your eternal punching bag. But hey, if the system insists⌠who are you to resist?
As luck would have it, the annual hunt is coming upâan event where the bachelors of the court go off into the woods to prove their worth, while the bachelorettes sit around and gossip like they're at an overpriced brunch. However, this year, the Imperial Princess, renowned master swordswoman and all-around terrifying person, has decided to spice things up by organizing a competition of swordsmanship for the ladies.
Before the hunt and the competition officially start, it's tradition for those not participating in the hunt to present charms to their loved onesâlittle tokens of affection and support to tie onto their swords before they charge off to slaughter things in the woods. Itâs all very romantic, except, of course, when itâs you and your friends.
You've prepared four charms for Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce. Mostly because you know these four will be fighting like it's a matter of life or death (because, let's face it, itâs mostly about showing off at this point), and the least you can do is give them something to remind them not to do anything stupid and die.
You hand them out one by one, and each of them reacts in their own, very predictable way.
Cater takes his with a grin, twirling it between his fingers like itâs a prize from a carnival. "Aw, thanks, bestie! Now I have no choice but to win." He strikes a pose, charm held up as if heâs already envisioning the animal he's gonna get.
Deuce just flushes, taking the charm with both hands as if it's some sacred object. "I, uh, Iâll do my best!" he declares, looking both touched and slightly stressed by the responsibility youâve just put on him.
Ace rolls his eyes, snatching his charm like youâve just given him an extra chore. "Ugh, seriously? Now I gotta win for you?" He gives a dramatic sigh, but you can tell heâs secretly proud, especially with the way he ties it onto his sword with a flourishâmaking sure everyone nearby notices.
Trey, ever the gentleman, accepts his charm with a warm smile, nodding in thanks. "I appreciate it," he says, his tone so sincere you almost feel bad about how unserious the others are. "I'll try to bring back something worthy of this."
You wave them off with a grin. "Just try not to get yourselves killed, alright? I donât need the guilt."
They nod, though Ace gives you a playful smirk. "No promises, but hey, if I survive, I'll owe you one."
Youâre not entirely sure if thatâs comforting, but at least they seem motivated... in their own, ridiculous way.
But then comes the surprise: Riddle. Normally, Riddle doesnât accept charms from anyone. The whole court knows he rejects them all, your sisterâs included, and itâs practically common knowledge that theyâre engaged.
And yet, as youâre about to turn away, you feel someone tug gently on your sleeve.
You look back, and thereâs Riddle, cheeks tinged pink, looking almost⌠shy? âI⌠noticed you hadnât given me a charm,â he says, his voice quieter than usual.
Your heart skips a beat. Riddle? Asking you for a charm? You quickly pull out an extra special one youâd prepared just in case, trying not to look too smug as you hand it over. âOf course, I saved the best for last,â you tease.
He takes it with both hands, his blush deepening, and carefully ties it to his sword. "Thank you," he says, the sincerity in his voice making you feel just a little warm inside.
The time for the competition arrives after they leave and naturally, your sister finds this whole idea beneath her. Women should be "gentle and poised," she says, like she hasnât spent the last three months practicing how to flutter her eyelashes in just the right way to ensnare the nearest man.
Then she makes a godawful comment. "I'm sure I'm better than everyone here anyways."
The Princess's eye twitches at your sisterâs comment, and you can practically smell the impending doom. âIs that so?â she says, voice calm but sharp enough to cut glass. âThen perhaps youâd like to prove it.â
Your sister blinks, feigning innocence. âOh, but Your Highness, you're a general, a dame, it would hardly be fairââ
âNo, no,â you butt in, already feeling the villainous urge rising. You smile sweetly at the Princess, âIâll do it.â
Your sisterâs eyes widen, and you swear you see a flicker of fear. âYou?â
âYes, me.â You roll your wrist casually, like this is nothing. After all, youâve been secretly training with your mother(a former knight) for weeks. And letâs be realâif you can endure her strict-as-hell lessons without fleeing for your life, your sister stands no chance.
The crowd of onlookers murmurs, excited at the prospect of some royal drama. The Princess smiles approvingly. âVery well. Letâs see what youâre made of.â
The competition begins, and your sisterâoh, sweet, naive, overly-confident sisterâstruts up to the sparring ring like sheâs about to breeze through this. She hasnât even drawn her sword, too busy preening for the audience.
The Princess stands off to the side, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. âWhenever youâre ready,â she says dryly.
Your sister scoffs, finally drawing her sword with confidence that stems from absolutely nothing tangible.. âThis wonât take long.â
It really doesnât.
You sidestep her first swing with ease, and she fumbles, her balance thrown off. Sheâs clearly never sparred against anyone with any actual skill, and it shows. You suppress a laugh, offering her a mockingly sweet smile. âHaving trouble?â
Her face flushes with anger, and she lunges again, this time with less grace and more brute force. You parry her strike effortlessly, spinning around her and tapping her shoulder lightly with your blade. âPoint.â
The crowd gasps, and you can practically feel Riddleâs mother watching you with approval from her seat. Your sister glares at you, red-faced and flustered. âThat was just luck,â she hisses.
âSure,â you reply, twirling your sword for added flair. âLetâs see if your luck improves.â
Spoiler: it doesnât.
By the end of the match, your sister is out of breath, red-faced, and thoroughly humiliated. You, on the other hand, havenât even broken a sweat. The Princess claps her hands together, beaming. âWell done! I think that settles the matter.â
Your sister looks like sheâs about to cry, and you canât resist twisting the knife just a little. âMaybe next time, youâll think twice before insulting women who actually know how to use a sword.â
The Princess snorts.
By the time the bachelors return from the hunt, everyoneâs gathered around to see who brought back the biggest game. As expected, Ace and Deuce present their game to you: Theyâd both managed to snag huge wolvesâboth proud and slightly smug. Cater hands you his deer with a wink and a grin. Even Trey, with his calm composure, looks pleased as he hands over his bear.
And then, to everyoneâs shock, Riddle approaches. Heâs carrying what is clearly the biggest game of the day,a bear and a lion, and as he presents it to you, the whole crowd falls silent.
Your sister looks absolutely mortified. The other male leads, meanwhile, are either empty-handed or have brought back something pathetically small in comparisonâa rabbit here, a pheasant there. But Riddle? Riddle has the prize catch, and heâs offering it to you, her sister who just humiliated her in front of the entire royal court.
The center of attention, you smile graciously as you accept the game, thanking him softly. The crowd erupts into whispers, all eyes on you and Riddle. Your sister looks like she wants to crawl into a hole and disappear, and you canât help but feel just a little triumphant.
Meanwhile, the system chimes in:
"Villain System: Quest complete! 100 Villain Points awarded"
"Villain System: Bonus reward! 50 Villain Points awarded.
System: I wasnât expecting you to charm all of the top hunters into giving you their game⌠but hey, overachieving is such a villainous trait. Well done."
You nearly roll your eyes at the systemâs snarky tone. Of course it would reward you for accidentally out-villaining yourself. But hey, whoâs going to complain about extra points?
Villain points: 975. 25 points to go, you're so close.
It was a peaceful afternoon in the garden, one of those rare moments where you and Riddle had a quiet space to just⌠exist. He was sitting across from you, his face slightly softened from its usual stern expression. The hedgehogs nearby were doing hedgehog things, oblivious to the world.
"I suppose itâs something I donât talk about often," Riddle started, his voice softer than usual, like he was letting you into a part of himself he kept locked away. "My mother was strictâis strict. Everything had to be perfect. The rules, the grades, my behavior⌠there was no room for failure. Not even a sliver."
You nodded, already knowing this story from your countless hours reading the webnovel. But hearing it from him directly? It hit differently.
"I wasn't allowed to have friends or play outside. My entire childhood was about memorizing rules and doing things perfectly," he continued. His eyes stayed on the hedgehogs, but his expression grew distant, lost in the painful memories. "Every mistake I made was a punishment⌠every misstep was a disappointment."
You could feel the lump forming in your throat. Here it comes. The part that always got you while reading.
"But the worst part," Riddle whispered, his voice almost cracking, "was that I started to believe I wasnât good enough⌠not for her, not for anyone."
That was it. The dam broke.
You tried to keep it togetherâyou really didâbut the sheer weight of Riddleâs story, the pain in his voice, it hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest. You started sniffling. And then⌠it escalated.
Youâre not just crying; youâre ugly crying. Weâre talking snot, hiccups, the whole I-will-not-survive-this package.
And then, in between gasps, you suddenly blurt out, "I swear... I SWEAR, Iâll get revenge for you! No one will survive my wrath!" You shake your fist to the sky like youâre about to start a one-person war against his emotionally distant mother.
Riddle looks at you, eyes wide with shock. He hadnât expected this. No one had. Not even you.
"Are you⌠are you crying?" he asked, sounding both bewildered and concerned, because letâs face it, you were making sounds that werenât even human anymore. Somewhere between a hiccup, a wail, and a seal being slapped.
"Y-YES!" you sobbed, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt, which didnât help because now you just had tear-streaked sleeves and a snotty nose. "IT'S SO SAD!"
Riddle blinked, completely caught off-guard. âItâs⌠itâs not thatââ
By this point, you were full-on hysterical, tears streaming down your face as you flailed around in righteous fury. Riddle just sat there, completely overwhelmed. He had expected maybe a few words of sympathy, a comforting pat on the shoulder. What he hadn't expected was for you to declare full-scale emotional war on his behalf.
Riddle, for his part, was speechless. And also⌠redder than his hair.
He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat awkwardly. "I⌠appreciate the sentiment, butâ"
"No, Riddle!" you cut him off, wiping your nose aggressively with your sleeve again. "You deserve someone who loves you without conditions! And Iâm going to make sure the world knows it!" You stood up dramatically, only to trip over a rock, stumble, and fall back into your seat. "Ow."
Riddle, despite the chaos, couldnât help but let out a soft chuckle at your sheer determinationâand the fact that you were still crying while swearing vengeance. It was⌠endearing, in a very chaotic, unpredictable way.
You, however, were still in your feelings. "I canât believe your mom! Iâmâsniffleâgonna burn her rulebook. Watch me."
Riddle, who had started the conversation with the intention of sharing something personal, now found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions he didnât know how to handle. But⌠somehow, through your teary declarations of revenge and your intense empathy, he couldnât help but feel something stir inside him.
He looked at youâyour face blotchy, your eyes puffy, your determination unwavering despite the fact that you were an absolute messâand he realized that you werenât crying just because you felt bad. You were crying because you cared. Like, really cared.
His heart skipped a beat. Maybe⌠maybe you were the kind of person who could see past all his rules and expectations and justâfeel for him. No judgment. Just empathy.
"I⌠I didnât realize it would make you so upset," he said quietly, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "But thank you. Really."
Through your sniffling, you managed to nod and offer a watery smile. "Itâs not fair. You deserve better, Riddle. I mean it."
And with that, Riddle found himself falling just a little harder for youâugly crying and all.
Itâs a regular afternoon tea party, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and your sister is⌠making out with the eighth male lead in broad daylight behind a rose bush.
Ah. Classy.
You had only wandered over to sneak a mini ĂŠclair when you caught them. Whatâs worse is they werenât even being subtleâlike, they might as well have put up a sign that says, âWeâre Ruining Our Reputations Here.â
Shocked beyond measure, you accidentally let out the loudest and most undignified gasp. Itâs so loud that the entire tea party freezes mid-sip. Cups stop midair, all eyes turn to you like youâve just declared war on the empire.
âDid someone choke on a scone?â Trey asks, concerned, already standing to assess the pastry crisis.
You try to subtly redirect everyoneâs attention back to their tea, but itâs too late. The damage is done. The Imperial Princess, the Empress, the First Prince, the Emperor, Riddle, your parents, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, and Riddleâs momâall eyes are now locked on you and the unfortunate scene happening behind you.
Your sister and the eighth male lead pop their heads out of the bushes like deer caught in headlights, looking horrified. The heroine, of course, immediately bursts into tears. âI canât believe you! How could you ruin my private moment!â she wails, mascara already running.
You blink. "Private? You were basically holding auditions for 'Romeo and Juliet' in front of the entire garden."
"Enough!" The Empress's voice cuts through the chaos like a sword. She glares at your sister, then glances at you for an explanation. You're about to open your mouth whenâ
"An outrage!" The Imperial Princess thunders, stepping forward with the grace of a tiger ready to pounce. "Is this what passes for decorum these days?"
Before you can even begin to process the incoming storm, your sister points her trembling finger at you. âItâs her fault! SheâSheâs been plotting against me this whole time! She wanted to embarrass me!â
You raise an eyebrow, utterly deadpan. âBy forcing you to lock lips with the eighth male lead in broad daylight? Wow, my plans are so intricate even I donât understand them anymore.â
Ace is snickering so loudly into his teacup that heâs shaking, and Deuce is doing his best to hold back tears of laughter. Caterâs trying to stay neutral, but even heâs got a lopsided grin.
Riddle, on the other hand, looks like heâs trying to create a new spell that will instantly smite him while his mother⌠well, his mother seems like sheâs gonna cut someone.
Riddleâs mom, the always composed Lady Rosehearts, steps forward, glancing at your sister with such a cold expression that you could swear the temperature drops five degrees. âThis engagement," she begins icily, "will not proceed. If there is to be any union between our families, it will be with someone more appropriate." She then turns her gaze to you. âSomeone like you.â
Cue a choking noise from Riddle, who looks ready to faint on the spot. His cheeks turn red as he stares wide-eyed at his mother, clearly having not expected this. Treyâs eyes widen too, but he quickly coughs into his fist to hide a smirk. Ace elbows Deuce with barely concealed glee.
âU-Um, Mother?â Riddle manages to stutter out. âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
His mother gives him a rather smug look, clearly having already made up her mind. âI mean that if this union is to benefit both families, it would be much more suitable for you to marry someone with intelligence, grace, and⌠a bit of common sense. Someone who hasnât made a public fool of themselves.â Her eyes drift back to your sister, who is now dramatically sobbing into her hands.
Your father looks like heâs just been hit by a runaway carriage, staring in horror at the scene unfolding before him. âLady Roseheartsâsurely this is a misunderstandingââ
Riddleâs mom raises a hand. âIf there is to be any marriage, it will be between my son and your younger daughter. Or,â she adds sharply, âthere will be no marriage at all.â
You stand there, blinking at the whirlwind you just caused by gasping too loudly at your sisterâs terrible decision-making skills. You glance at your mom, who has her face buried in her hands. But when she peeks through her fingers, you see the slight glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Sheâs pretending to be scandalized, but deep down⌠sheâs absolutely living for this. You know she's elated that you got your guy.
The Emperor himself clears his throat, trying to restore order to the royal circus. âWell, this is⌠unprecedented,â he says, diplomatically, though thereâs a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, like heâs holding back laughter.
Your sister, meanwhile, continues her sobbing performance, practically flinging herself into your fatherâs arms. âPapa, how can they treat me like this?! You always told me Iâm the heroine!â
You try to hide your grin. âHeroine of a tragedy, maybe.â
âEnough!â Your father groans, looking utterly defeated. âYouâve done enough damage, girl.â
Riddle reluctantly speaks up. âI⌠I suppose Mother has made her decision.â His voice wavers a bit, and for a moment, he seems like he might collapse under the weight of all this sudden attention. But then, his eyes meet yours. And despite the chaos, despite his mortification, thereâs a small, shy smile on his face.
âYou,â he begins hesitantly, âyou wouldnât⌠mind this arrangement, would you?â
You laugh softly, glancing at the ridiculous mess that was this tea party. âHonestly? I'm quite fond of you so, why not?â
Ace lets out a snort of laughter, while Cater gives you a double thumbs-up from across the table. Trey just smiles warmly, giving you an approving nod. Even Lady Rosehearts looks somewhat satisfied.
The system, not one to miss an opportunity, dings in your head again.
"Villain System: New achievement unlocked! Engagement broken! Also⌠bonus points for making a royal spectacle of it. 100 Villain Points awarded."
With this, you're free from the system. Maybe it's time to retire your villain act.
You nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. But for now, you simply give Riddle a small, reassuring smile.
âWell,â you say, âguess weâve got some wedding planning to do.â
It was a grand banquet, the kind where you could practically smell the prestige in the air. The Imperial Family was seated at the head of the table, all regal in their elegance. You were just trying not to trip over your own shoes and embarrass yourself in front of the Empress again.
Riddle, of course, was the epitome of decorum. Every movement was precise, every word carefully measured. Untilâjust as he went to refill the First Princeâs wine glassâhis hand slipped ever so slightly. The tiniest splash of wine splattered onto the pristine tablecloth. It was so small you wouldâve missed it if you werenât watching him so intently.
But Riddle noticed. Oh, did he notice.
His face immediately paled like heâd just seen a ghost wearing polka dots, and his eyes darted across the table to where his mother sat. Lady Rosehearts was blissfully unaware, engaged in conversation with the Emperor, but Riddle looked like he was about to meet his maker.
You could almost hear his internal screams.
To anyone else, it was a non-event. But to Riddle, this was a catastrophe of the highest order. You could practically feel him sweating next to you, despite his rigid posture.
Time to act.
âOh no!â You gasp dramatically, standing up and pointing directly at yourself. âI canât believe I just did that!â
Everyone at the table stopped and stared, clearly wondering what on earth you were talking about. Even the Empress raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and mild amusement flickering on her face.
Riddle blinked, looking at you like you had just spontaneously grown a second head. âWhatâŚ?â
You plopped down a napkin over the tiny splash of wine, covering the evidence. âIâI accidentally knocked the bottle when Riddle was pouring!â you announce loudly, offering a sheepish smile. âIâm so sorry, Your Highnesses. How embarrassing.â
The Empress smiled indulgently. âItâs quite all right, dear. Such things happen.â
Lady Rosehearts glanced over at the napkin-covered spot and frowned slightly, but then she looked back to you and said, âNo harm done.â
Meanwhile, Riddleâs face was a mix of confusion, shock, andâwas that gratitude? He blinked again, still processing what just happened. His mother hadnât even glanced at him in disapproval, and now you were taking the fall for a spill no one really noticed.
As the conversation around the table resumed, Riddle leaned in close, whispering under his breath, âWhy would you do that?â
You grinned and shrugged. âBecause Iâve got a heart of gold, obviously. And I quite like you, you knowâ
Before Riddle could respond, Ace, who had been watching the whole debacle with barely restrained glee, leaned over from his spot across the table. âYouâre down so horrendously,â he said, just loud enough for you and Riddle to hear.
You shot him a look. âYouâre just mad you donât have someone as gracious as me taking the fall for youâ
Ace wiggled his eyebrows. âMaybe, but at least I donât go taking the fall for my fiancĂŠ before weâre even married.â
Riddle flushed a bright red. âIâIâthis isnâtââ
You laugh, leaning back in your chair. âYou know, Ace, sometimes you just have to be a hero.â
âSure, âhero,ââ Cater chimed in, leaning in on the action with a smirk. âOr, you know, simp of the year.â
Riddle, still flustered, shoots both of them a glare, but you can tell heâs secretly relieved. The impending doom of his motherâs wrath was averted, all thanks to your impromptu performance.
With a small sigh, he finally mutters, âThank you,â so softly you almost miss it.
You give him a wink and lean back in your chair, feeling pretty pleased with yourself. âAnytime, partner.â
Ace nudges Deuce. âYou think we should get them âWorldâs Greatest Simpâ matching mugs for the wedding?â
Deuce shrugs. âI think itâd be cute.â
Riddle buries his face in his hands. "Please, spare me."
But the corners of his mouth are lifting, just slightly.
It happened when you decided to climb the academy's tallest tree. It was a brilliant idea in your mindâafter all, youâd just spotted an adorable sparrow nest precariously hanging from one of the highest branches. Rescue mission mode engaged.
The execution? Less brilliant.
You were halfway up, dangling from a particularly wobbly branch, when you heard a very familiar voice calling your name from below.
âWHAT are you doing?â Riddleâs voice was half exasperated, half astonished.
You looked down (mistake) and saw Riddle, arms crossed, staring at you with a mix of bewilderment and that very specific âYouâre in troubleâ look he usually reserved for rule-breaking.
âIâuh,â you stammered, âIâm saving the sparrows?â
There was a long pause. Riddle blinked. âYou climbed that tree for sparrows?â
âLook, I know itâs a bitââ
âThatâs the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard,â Riddle interrupted, running a hand down his face. âDo you even have a plan for getting down?â
â...Iâll figure that out later?â
Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like âOf course you will.â
By some miracle (or the sheer force of your chaotic will), you managed to secure the sparrow nest and shimmy your way down without falling to your doom. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you triumphantly held the nest up, smiling wide.
âSee? Mission accomplished!â
Riddle just stared at you, mouth slightly open, as if he couldnât believe what he was seeing. Then, out of nowhere, he laughedâa soft, bewildered laugh that grew louder the more he looked at you, dirt-covered and grinning like an idiot.
âYouâŚâ he started, shaking his head with a small, fond smile, âYouâre such an idiot.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his words. âIâhey!â
âNo, really,â he continued, stepping closer, eyes full of amusement. âYouâre reckless and absurd and you do things like climbing trees to save sparrows and covering for me in front of the imperial family without thinking it through.â
You frowned, feeling a bit defensive. âWell, someone has toââ
âAnd yetâŚâ His voice softened, and suddenly he was close, much closer than you expected. His gaze locked onto yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat. âAnd yet⌠I donât think I could imagine my life without you.â
Your brain took a second to catch up. âWait, what?â
Riddle took a breath, as if bracing himself, and then met your eyes with the most serious expression youâd ever seen on him. âIâm saying that Iââ he hesitated, his cheeks turning pink, but his voice was steady, âIâm in love with you.â
You stood there, stunned, staring at him in complete disbelief. Riddle Rosehearts just confessed his love to you.
ââŚEven after all the dumb stuff?â you asked, still processing.
Riddle laughed again, that soft, endearing laugh that made your heart flip. âEspecially after all the dumb stuff.â
There was a beat of silence where you just stared at each other, and for once, your usually silly brain kicked into overdrive. You stepped closer, leaning in with a sudden smoothness you didnât even know you were capable of.
âWell,â you said, your voice dropping to a low murmur as you tilted your head toward him, âlucky for you⌠Iâm your idiot.â
And before Riddle could even respond, you kissed him.
It was soft, and sweet, and everything perfect. For a moment, Riddle was so surprised he froze, but then he melted into it, his hand gently cupping your face like heâd been waiting forever to do this.
When you pulled back, Riddle was completely flustered, his face red as a tomato, but there was a dazed smile on his lips. âThat⌠That was unfair.â
You grinned, leaning your forehead against his. âYou love it.â
Riddle shook his head, still smiling. âI really do.â
And from that moment on, it was clear: you may be the academyâs resident chaos agent, but you were his chaos agent, and he wouldnât have it any other way.
You finally got a private moment to yourself. It was time to say goodbye to the villain system that you may or may not have gotten fond of.
The notification flashed across your vision, blindingly bright:
[Congratulations! Youâve accumulated enough points to finally say goodbye to the system.]
You blinked. "Wait⌠really? I can finally get rid of you?"
[Yes. Itâs been a wild ride, hasnât it?]
Wild ride was an understatement. The system had dragged you through schemes, quests, and enough drama to fill a ten-season TV show, all for the purpose of toppling your sister's reign of terror. And now, at long last, you were free.
"...So that's it?" you asked. "No final boss fight? No sudden plot twist where you take over my body and reveal youâre the real villain?"
There was a pause before the next notification popped up.
[Actually... about that plot twist...]
You groaned. "I knew it. What is it this time? Are you an evil AI? A demon? Oh God, please tell me youâre not my fairy godmother in disguise."
[Iâm⌠actually the original villainess.]
You stared at the screen for a solid five seconds. "...What."
[Yeah. You, uh, you kinda possessed me.]
You blinked rapidly, your brain short-circuiting. "WHAT?!"
[I was the original villainess of this world. The real one. You didnât just get isekaiâd into some random character. You got me, because I wanted you]
"Oh my God," you muttered. "Youâve been here the whole time?"
[Yup. Watching you fumble around like an idiot. No offense.]
"None taken, but wowâuh, okay," you said, rubbing your forehead. "So Iâve just been⌠helping you take revenge on your sister this whole time?"
[Well, duh.] The system sounded almost smug. [She tormented me horrifically when I was still alive. Thatâs why I pushed you to make her life miserable. I wanted justice.]
"Justice," you repeated, thinking back to all the chaos, sabotage, and general insanity. "That was justice?"
[Look, we both know she deserved it.]
You couldnât exactly argue with that. "I mean, fair. So what now? You just leave?"
There was a long pause before the system replied.
[Well... you actually have more points than you need. You can buy my identity if you want. Get the full story. You know, if you're curious.]
You hesitated for a second, but then shrugged. "Eh, why not. Hit me with it."
The system pinged, and suddenly, memories flooded your mindâher memories. You saw everything: her upbringing, her struggles, how she had tried so hard to be perfect for her family, only for her sister to constantly outshine her. You saw the cruel way her sister belittled her, humiliated her in front of the court, all while smiling sweetly to the outside world.
And then⌠the tragic ending, where the villainess was cast aside, labeled a monster, and killed.
By the end of it, you felt like youâd been punched in the gut.
"Oh, wow," you whispered. "She really was awful to you."
[Told you.]
"Man⌠Iâm so sorry," you said, your voice softening. "You went through all that, and then you ended up stuck with me."
[Honestly? It was kinda fun watching you screw up everything at first.] The systemâs tone was teasing now, but there was an undeniable warmth underneath it. [But you did a good job. Better than I ever did. You were a little unhinged, but hey, thatâs probably why I liked you.]
You couldnât help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess? I tried my best."
[You did more than that.] There was a strange fondness in the systemâs voice. [You turned this whole world upside down. You made people laugh, cry, and probably question their sanity. Honestly, I couldnât have asked for a better revenge.]
For a moment, you felt a lump form in your throat. "So⌠what now? Do you just disappear?"
[Yeah. Itâs time for me to move on. But⌠hey, Iâm rooting for you. Go live your best life. Be happy. And if you ever need to knock your sister down a peg, do it in style. For me.]
You smiled, blinking away the sudden wetness in your eyes. "You bet I will. And heyâwherever you go, I hope you get to relax for once. You deserve it."
[Pfft, I doubt it, but thanks.]
There was a brief pause, then another notification popped up.
[Goodbye, little reader. Itâs been real. And rememberâalways aim for the drama. It makes life more interesting.]
With that, the screen dimmed, and the system was gone.
You stared at the empty space where the notifications used to be. "Aim for the drama, huh?" you muttered, a grin tugging at your lips. "Well, I guess thatâs one thing Iâm good at."
As you turned around, ready to move forward without the system hovering over
you, you felt something. A strange, gentle sensation, like the faintest brush of a breeze, except it wasnât just that. It was warmer, more personal, and⌠oddly comforting.
It took a second, but then it hit you. "Waitâ"
You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Was thisâ?
It was as if the original villainess was giving you a ghostly hug. Soft, delicate, but so real you could almost feel her presence.
Tears welled up in your eyes, completely out of nowhere. You werenât supposed to feel emotional! Not over a systemâno, not just a systemâa person who had suffered more than you ever realized.
"I⌠Iâm sorry I couldnât fix everything for you," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I tried, I really did, butâŚ"
You felt that warmth grow a little stronger, like she was reassuring you, telling you that you had done enough. More than enough. Maybe, in a way, youâd freed her. Given her peace.
The weight of that ghostly embrace made your heart swell, and before you could stop yourself, you started crying. Again. But not the ugly, chaotic crying from beforeâthis was softer, deeper. The kind of crying that cleansed your soul.
"Iâll do it," you whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Iâll finish what I started. Iâll take her down. Not just for meâbut for you."
The presence seemed to linger for a moment longer, and then it was gone, leaving behind a quiet strength in its place.
You wiped your eyes, steeling yourself. The resolution hardened in your chest like iron. Everything you had been planning, all the revenge, the chaos you had been orchestrating, it wasnât just some game anymore. It was personal.
For her.
With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and looked out toward the path ahead, a fire burning brighter than ever inside you.
"Iâll finish this," you muttered, fists clenching. "And itâs going to be beautiful."
And with that, you walked forward, no longer just a reader in someone elseâs story.
This time, you were the one in control.
The day of your wedding to Riddle was perfect. Every detail was as if the universe had conspired to make sure nothing went wrong. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and laughter echoed throughout the grand venue. Your friends were all there, supporting youâAce and Deuce bickering over who looked better in their suits, Cater contantly checking if everything was aesthetically pleasing, and Trey managing everything behind the scenes with his usual calm, though you caught him grinning at you more than once, proud as ever. Even Che'nya had shown up, popping in and out of sight as he pleased, throwing teasing remarks at anyone who passed by.
Your sister, however, was absolutely seething. She stood stiffly, dressed impeccably, but with a scowl that could burn down the entire venue. You knew she was fuming because she had always imagined herself in your place, standing beside Riddle. Too bad for herâyou had the upper hand now.
You glanced at her briefly as you passed by, a wicked smile tugging at your lips. âDidnât think youâd have the guts to show your face here. I almost admire it,â you whispered sweetly as you walked past her, arm in arm with Riddle.
She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a word out, you tossed one last barb. âDonât worry, Iâll make sure to toss my bouquet to you. Maybe you'll get married next? You know, if they can find someone that can stand you?â
Riddle squeezed your hand as if to remind you to behave, but even he had a hint of a smirk on his face. Your friends snickered behind you, and Che'nya, perched casually on a railing, added a quiet, âOof, thatâs gotta sting.â
The ceremony itself was beautiful. Riddle stood there looking like heâd stepped out of a fairytale, his usually stern face softened by the moment. As you exchanged vows, there was a lightness to the air that made everything feel surreal. You could see how much he cared in the way his hands trembled ever so slightly when he held yours.
Ace, unable to help himself, whispered loudly, âYou sure Riddle isnât going to pass out from the nerves?â
Deuce elbowed him, but you could barely hold back a laugh. Even Riddle blushed a bit, shooting a glare at Ace but unable to hide his own amusement.
When it was time for the reception, the fun really kicked off. Che'nya gave a surprisingly emotional speechâwell, for him at least, as he vanished mid-sentence and then reappeared to finish his speech. Trey quietly made sure everything ran smoothly, even sneaking a slice of cake for you before the official cake-cutting, while Ace and Deuce took over the dance floor with some wild moves that had everyone laughing. Cater even got caught spiking the drinks and you couldn't help but laugh.
After the wedding, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light over the celebration. Everything had gone smoothly, almost too smoothly. Even Riddleâs mother, who was notoriously hard to please, had remained poised and polite throughout. But you knew there was still unfinished business, and the weight of it settled heavily on your chest.
Youâd seen the way she treated Riddle for yearsâthrough the pages of the webnovel and now, up close. Sure, she liked you, had even hinted at being pleased with your match to Riddle, but that didnât erase the years of pressure and manipulation she had placed on him. The burden he had carried because of her was too great to ignore, and today, of all days, you were not going to let it slide.
You spotted her near the garden fountain, quietly observing the festivities. For a moment, she looked almost serene, her icy exterior softened by the beautiful day. But that didnât change how you felt.
Taking a deep breath, you walked over. "Lady Rosehearts," you began, your voice steady but laced with unspoken tension.
She turned to you, a smile on her lips. "Ah, my dear. You were magnificent today. Truly the picture of grace and elegance. I couldn't have asked for a better match for my son."
Her words were warm, genuine even, but they only fueled the fire burning in your chest. You didnât respond right away, just stared at her, waiting for the right moment to unleash what youâd been holding in.
Finally, you spoke, your voice low. "I appreciate your kind words, but thereâs something I canât let go of." You stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "For years, youâve pushed Riddle to be perfect. You suffocated him with your expectations, and it hurt him. I canât stand by and let you pretend that didnât happen."
Lady Rosehearts blinked, caught off guard. She opened her mouth to respond, but you held up a hand.
"You like me, and Iâm grateful for that, but I love Riddle." Your voice wavered, not with fear, but with emotion. "And because I love him, I canât ignore the damage youâve caused. The pressure you put on him to be someone he wasnât. The way you never let him breathe. You may have done it out of love, but it hurt him."
She stared at you, the weight of your words sinking in. There was no immediate defense, no cold dismissal. She simply looked⌠surprised.
"IâŚ" she began, but faltered. "I thought I was doing what was best for him. I wanted him to succeed, to be respected."
"But at what cost?" you snapped, unable to hold back the edge in your voice. "You wanted him to be respected so much that you never let him make his own choices. He deserves to be happy. And he deserves your respect, not just as your son, but as a person."
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. You could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the realization that perhaps, just perhaps, she hadnât done as well by Riddle as she thought.
Before she could respond, Riddle appeared beside you, having noticed the tension from across the garden. He stood tall, his usual calm demeanor in place, but you could sense the vulnerability beneath it.
"Mother," he said quietly, his voice steady but with a new strength behind it. "Sheâs right."
His mother turned to him, the surprise evident on her face. "RiddleâŚ"
"I know you wanted the best for me. I know you love me. But I needed more than just discipline and expectations. I needed to know that it was okay to be myself. To fail, even." He paused, and his eyes softened. "I love you, Mother. But you have to let me live my life. Iâm not a perfect image for you to sculpt."
The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken words. You held your breath, waiting for her reaction, unsure of what to expect. You had always imagined her to be unmovable, too set in her ways to ever change.
But then, her expression softened. She took a step toward Riddle, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "I⌠didnât realize. I thought I was protecting you. But I see now that I may have been too harsh, too controlling." She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Riddle. "Youâre right. Both of you. And I am truly sorry."
You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in her voice. This was not the cold, unyielding woman you had expected. There was genuine remorse in her eyes.
She turned to you, her tone softer. "Thank you. For helping him find his way. And for standing by his side."
For a moment, the three of you stood there, the weight of years of tension slowly lifting. It wasnât a perfect resolutionâyears of damage couldnât be erased with one conversationâbut it was a start.You sighed, the anger that had been simmering inside you finally ebbing away. "I only did what anyone who loves him would do," you said, glancing at Riddle with a soft smile.
Riddleâs mother nodded, and though her usual composure was still in place, there was a warmth in her expression that you hadnât seen before. "Then Iâm glad he found someone like you." But you saw her expression crack a little and so did Riddle.
Then, Riddle, ever the perfect son, stepped forward. "Mother, itâs alright." His voice was soft, vulnerable in a way you hadnât often seen. He reached out and offered her something you never expectedâa hug.
For a moment, she hesitated. Then, slowly, she stepped into his embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around him. It was quiet, emotional, andâbefore you knew itâyou were also pulled into it.
The warmth of the group hug surrounded you, Riddleâs mother surprisingly holding you a little tighter than you expected, as if silently acknowledging the forgiveness Riddle was able to give because of your presence by his side.
She then pulled away, wiped her tears and wiped the tears that you didn't realize were falling from your eyes either. "Congratulations, again, I'm proud of you both" was all she said as she turned to leave.
As she stepped away, leaving you and Riddle alone in the garden, you let out a long breath, feeling a sense of closure you hadnât expected.
Riddle turned to you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For standing up for me. For everything."
You smiled, reaching out to take his hand. "You donât need to thank me. Weâre in this together, remember?"
He squeezed your hand gently, his usual stoic expression melting away into something softer, more vulnerable. "I know. And I wouldnât have it any other way."
From across the garden, you saw Trey and Che'nya watching, Trey giving a subtle nod of approval, while Che'nya grinned, undoubtedly waiting to pounce with some teasing remark later.
But for now, you just stood there with Riddle, the weight of the day finally settling in. Youâd wonâboth the battle for his heart and the battle for his freedom. And in that moment, everything felt right.
The courtroom was packed, filled with nobles from all across the empire. This was the moment youâd been waiting for, orchestrated with the help of your closest friends: Treyâs calm, methodical planning, Caterâs relentless information gathering, Ace and Deuceâs enthusiasm (and occasional chaos), and, of course, Riddle, who stood by your side, his presence a steady reassurance.
Your sister stood at the center of attention, oblivious to the storm about to hit. For years, she had manipulated and destroyed anyone who dared stand in her way. She thought she was untouchable, the darling of the nobility, admired and respected. But you knew the truth, and so did everyone in this room, thanks to the carefully gathered evidence that was about to expose her for the monster she was.
Cater had planted seeds of the truth you found out that grew into full-fledged whispers about your sisterâs darker deeds. Even now, the tension in the room was palpable as people murmured, casting glances her way.
You stepped forward, the letter you held clutched tightly in your hand. Riddle gave you a small nod of encouragement, his eyes steely as he took his place beside you.
"Ladies and gentlemen," you began, your voice clear and sharp, cutting through the room's murmurs. "I come to you today not with accusations, but with the truth. The truth of the heinous crimes committed by my sister."
There was a gasp from the crowd, the air thick with shock and intrigue. Your sister's face remained calm, but you saw the flicker of worry in her eyes.
"She has embezzled from the kingdomâs treasury, siphoning off funds meant for the empire's welfare," you declared, holding up the documents that Trey had meticulously helped you gather. "She has blackmailed noble families into silence, using threats and false accusations to maintain her hold over them. And worst of allâ"
You paused, letting the tension build as you cast your gaze over the room, making sure every pair of eyes was locked on you. Then, with quiet, deliberate force, you spoke.
"She has been responsible for the poisoning of the emperorâs own cousin, Lady Astoria. A death that was pinned on an innocent maid."
The room exploded into chaos, gasps, and shouts of disbelief filling the air. Your sisterâs face drained of color, her facade finally cracking as people turned toward her, expressions of shock and outrage growing with every second.
"These documents prove every crime," you continued, your voice strong and unwavering as Cater passed around copies of the evidence to the nobles. "She thought she could keep her secrets buried. But not anymore."
"These are lies!" your sister shrieked, her voice desperate as she clutched at the air, trying to regain control. "This is a setup! Youâve all been deceived!"
But it was too late. The emperor himself stood up, his eyes narrowing in fury as he glanced over the evidence. The knight commander beside him was already moving, her sword drawn as the guards approached your sister.
"For your crimes against the empire, you are sentenced to death," the emperor declared, his voice cold and final.
Your sister screamed, fighting as the guards seized her, but there was no escape now. The nobles who once fawned over her turned away in disgust, her power crumbling in mere moments.
Riddleâs hand found yours, his grip tight but comforting as you watched her dragged away. It shouldâve felt sweet, but instead, you felt a strange heaviness settle in your chest. This was the end, wasnât it?
As the execution was carried out in the courtyard, the crowd watching with bated breath, you stood off to the side, Riddle at your side, and your friends close by. Ace whispered some snide comment about how dramatic everything was, and Deuce elbowed him to shut up, but you couldnât bring yourself to laugh.
When it was over, the finality of it hit you like a truck. You had done itâexposed her to the world, avenged not just yourself, but the original villainess too. You expected to feel victorious, but instead, a deep sadness settled in your chest. She should've been the one to see this.
And then, just as you were about to turn away, you saw her.
A faint, ethereal figure stood near the edge of the courtyard. The original villainess. Her eyes were softer than you imagined, her expression free of the bitterness that had fueled her desire for revenge. She looked⌠peaceful.
Tears welled in your eyes, and before you knew it, you were crying, really crying. Ugly, messy sobs that you couldnât control. All the rage, all the sorrow, everything you had carried from her spilled out in that moment.
"I did it," you whispered, barely audible, but you knew she heard you. "I did it for you."
The specter of the original villainess smiled, a soft, almost sisterly expression on her face. And then, in a moment that almost felt too surreal, you felt herâfelt her give you a final ghostly embrace. It was as if the weight of her vengeance had lifted, her spirit no longer bound by the chains of hatred. She was free now, and so were you.
With a final nod, the specter faded into the night, leaving you standing there, tears streaming down your face. You wiped them away as best as you could, sniffling and trying to compose yourself, but the lump in your throat remained.
The warmth of the original villainess's hug lingered long after she faded, her presence now a bittersweet memory. You stood in the quiet, feeling an overwhelming sense of both loss and completion. For the first time, it felt like the weight of both your lives had lifted.
Then, a soft flutter of wings caught your attention. A small dove descended gently, perching on your shoulder. It was so light, so delicate, and for a moment, it just sat there, as if offering comfort. You held your breath, watching it. The dove turned its head toward you, as though it knew. As though she knew.
You blinked, tears pooling in your eyes again as the dove gave a soft coo and flew away, soaring into the sky. Something inside you broke at the sightâsomething that had been held together for too long. The tears came harder now, not out of sorrow, but of release.
"She's freeâŚ" you whispered, your voice trembling. "She's finally free."
Your chest heaved with emotion, sobs you couldnât control spilling out as you watched the dove disappear into the distance. All this time, everything you had done, every struggle, every sacrifice, was for her. And now, it was over.
Riddle turned toward you, concern flickering in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears. "Yeah⌠yeah, I am. Itâs justâ" You paused, looking up at the sky. "My sisterâs gone now. And I think⌠I'm at peace."
Riddle stood beside you, his own heart heavy with the weight of your emotions. Without a word, he reached out, gently pulling you into his arms. His embrace was soft but firm, grounding you when you felt like you might fall apart.
Riddleâs grip on your hand tightened, and when you looked at him, there was something unspoken in his gazeâunderstanding, maybe. "You did what was right," he said softly. "And now itâs over."
You took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing his hand in return. "Yeah. Now itâs over."
With Riddle by your side, and your friends waiting for you just beyond the courtyard, you knew that the hardest part was behind you. You had avenged the original villainess, exposed your sister for what she truly was, and now, finally, you could walk away from all of it.
Riddle leaned closer, his voice gentle but filled with quiet strength. "Come on. Letâs go."
Together, hand in hand, you turned away from the past and walked toward the futureâyour futureâwith the love of your life, your husband, Riddle, by your side.
Boy, was this a ride to write, but i genuinely haven't had this much fun writing before, and it got longer as i went.
For the next Trashy Novel Chronicles, which twst char would you like to see? I have a few plots planned for these, I'll eventually write them both but which one do y'all wanna see first?
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push me on the counter, call me princess [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]
pairing: dom!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x dom!natasha romanoff
summary: you and wanda develop a connection you definitely shouldn't have with someone in a relationship. unbeknowst to you, it's all part of their plan.
warnings: PURE SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> mentions of cheating! [no actual cheating, though! wandanat have an agreement, R doesn't know about it until things get spicy]; mommy + daddy kink; nipple play; impact play; wanda using her powers to hold R down; fingering [R receiving]; oral [Nat receiving]; twinges of humiliation; degradation + praise; nat's a little mean but we love her for it; use of the term 'slut'; probably more but i forgot
wordcount: 3.3k
a/n: so...i'm technically not doing anything official for kinktober this year because school is kicking my butt already BUT i have a few ideas for some very filthy smut fics so i'll be posting them this month. i haven't written for wandanat in a minute so i hope i did them justice. please let me know your thoughts, i hope you enjoy <3
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It was supposed to be a one time thing.
That's what you told Wanda when she pushed you against the farthest wall in some dingy, badly-lit, New York bar.
The two of you had come back from a long, draining, mission and, instead of staying at the Compound and actually resting, you decided to go out and get drunk to let off some steam. The mission had technically been a success, but it had also been a pain in the ass...and in the shoulder, thanks to the knife wound you'd received.
So, yeah, maybe going out wasn't the best idea in the first place.
In your defense, it was borderline impossible to say no to the witch. Mainly because she was very convincing when she wanted to be, but also because of your massive, and borderline ridiculous, crush on her.
To make matters worse, Wanda was pissed off at Natasha for...something and you ended up taking the place of a supportive partner.
It would have been fine had the drinks in your system not made your inhibitions lower significantly, which rendered you helpless against the green-eyed woman of your dreams. Then again, it's not like you were particularly against that idea in the first place.
Maybe that made you a horrible person.
Maybe that made Wanda a monster.
But how could she be one when she whispered the sweetest words in your ear while taking you over the edge and destroying you in the most pleasurable of ways? How could there be anything wrong about her soft caresses and gentle smiles?
A part of you knows the answer. It's wrong because the witch's heart isn't yours. Or worse, because someone else's heart belongs to the witch.
Because for all their problems and arguments, Wanda and Natasha love each other. At the very least, they tolerate each other enough to stay together.
And you don't fit into their relationship.
You shouldn't.
But Wanda isn't a person you can just ignore.
She makes that perfectly clear no less than a week after your little "mistake".
You're in the kitchen at the Compound, eating some leftovers and scrolling through your phone to keep yourself occupied, when Wanda walks in. You don't need to look at her to know she's pissed off. Her energy is way too heavy to mean anything else.
"Hey, Wands," you say, barely looking up from your phone out of fear of falling under her spell once more.
She walks over to you, leaning against the counter and silently watching you for a second. Her silence honestly scares you, but you don't question her yet. You know better than that.
"You've been avoiding me," she says, her voice soft yet not gentle. "Why is that?"
A shiver runs down your spine at the question.Â
You know you can't lie to her, she's a freaking mind reader, but you can't exactly tell her the truth. You've both been trying to ignore it since the morning you woke up tangled together in her bed.
A bed she shares with someone who isn't you.
"I've been busy," you reply with a shrug. "Kate's been forcing me to train every day."
Clearly, that's the wrong answer, considering the tilt of her head.
Yup. You're fucked now.
"Is that so? I didn't realize you two were such good...friends."
Wanda pushes herself off the counter, taking slow, calculated, steps until she's standing behind you. If you weren't so focused on keeping your voice steady, you might have been able to guess what her plan in.
"Well, we both love annoying Clint and making Yelena mad."
She hums in response as her arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you back until you're firmly pressed against her.Â
The action almost makes you fall off your stool. You somehow stay put, though, even as every fiber of your being tells you to leave. The harsh truth is that you don't want to leave.
You want her so badly that the consequences don't seem to matter.
Nothing matters but her.
Which is exactly what she wants.
"You should be careful with the little archer," she says, her hands not so subtly caressing your sides. "You know she's just going to use you then throw you away when she's bored."
The irony in her words isn't lost on you.
You open your mouth to let her know that when her hands move up and brush against your chest. It takes all your willpower to stop yourself from gasping.
"Wanda," you hiss. "We're in the middle of the kitchen."
"Relax, detka," she whispers into your ear, your body instantly obeying her words. "You know I won't let anyone see."
"Do I?" you reply. "Because it seems exactly like something you'd enjoy."
The witch chuckles despite herself. "That's true but you're not the only trying to keep things a secret."
You know her words should make you feel worse about this whole thing but right now, they only serve to turn you on. As messed up as it is, there's something exciting about the situation.Â
About how much Wanda wants you.
So, even though you know you should push her away, you lean back against her, allowing her hands to explore your body however she wishes.
Your obedience (if you can even call it that) is instantly rewarded by the other woman. Her hands sneak their way under your shirt, her fingers drawing teasing shapes on your warm skin as she makes the journey upward.
"You're such a good girl for me, baby," she mumbles almost absent-mindedly. "Letting me use you like this. Letting me play with you whenever I want."
A part of you wants to put up a fight. To show her you have a bigger backbone than she realizes. That you're able to switch the tables on her whenever you want.
Unfortunately, that part of you goes quiet the second her fingers find your nipples. "Look at you, all ready for me, huh?"
"Shut up," you mumble as your cheeks heat up.
Your words of defiance earn you a sharp pinch to your already sensitive nipples. "Watch your mouth, sweetheart."
It's impossible to stop your back from arching as the leftover sting rushes through your system. You'd learned the hard way that Wanda could either be the sweetest or the most unforgivable lover. In a way, it made being with her all the more exciting...and unpredictable.
Then again, you can't pretend you don't like it. If you didn't, you would have never gotten mixed up with her in the first place.
"Sorry," you whisper, not sounding particularly sincere.
If Wanda notices, she doesn't point it out and instead goes right back to playing with your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples as she pleases.
Her actions only serve to make you more and more desperate for her. It's almost embarrassing how good she is at reading you. At knowing exactly what buttons to push to turn you into a shaking, pleading mess.
A part of you knows it's thanks to her powers that she can read your desires so well, but you ignore the thought for now. You could beat yourself up over all this later, right now, you had a very important task ahead of you.
"You're eager today," she teases, her eyes zeroing in on the slight movement of your hips. "Did you miss me that much?"
You're not sure why you're in such a defiant mood today but your mouth moves way faster than your thoughts. "Yeah, Kate was too busy today."
You don't see the scarlet that begins to overtake her eyes since you have your back to her. You miss the warning signs until she uses her magic to bend you over the counter, keeping your hands behind your back.
"You're going to regret talking to me like that," she says, holding you down easily thanks to her magic.
It's obvious you should apologize and yet you remain as composed as you possibly can given the situation. As stupid as it is, you're still mad at her for putting you in this situation.
Out of the two of you, she was the one who was in the wrong. She was the one fucking up her relationship just because she was upset with her girlfriend. And she had the audacity to pull you down with her.
To make you like it.
You couldn't place all the blame on her and yet you did it anyway. As if that would somehow fix the entire situation.
Her hand comes down on your ass before you can make your predicament worse. The sudden sensation makes you jump, the leftover sting taking over your mind.
"Wanda." Your attempt to sound mad falls completely flat since your voice is far too breathless for it to be convincing.
She spanks you again. Once. Twice. Each time striking both harder and faster.
"Try again, detka," she tells you, her voice unforgiving. "And then maybe, I'll go easy on you."
She won't.
You know she won't. But the idea that she could is more than tantalizing enough.
Although, then again, it wasn't like you didn't enjoy calling her by her beloved title.
"Mommy," you whisper, your voice sounding way too loud in the empty kitchen.
You don't need to be looking at her to see the proud grin that takes over her features.
This is the real reason why she wants you. Why she likes being with you. Because she doesn't need to fight you to get you to submit to her every whim.
"Good girl." Wanda's hands toy with the waistband of your pants. "Tell me what you want."
You allow the silence to drag on for a second longer than necessary. You both know you won't deny her, you can't, but that doesn't mean you can't keep her guessing.Â
Maybe then she'll grow tired of you and stop using you so carelessly.
"Want you to touch me...please, mommy."
You half expect her to drag the moment out until you can't hold yourself back from begging for more. For her.
She doesn't, though, because unbeknownst to you, she's playing a different kind of game with you today.
Wanda uses her powers to undress you, barely giving you a second to register just how vulnerable she's leaving you. You know no one will walk in on you two, she promised you that much, but that doesn't make it any less scary...and thrilling.
"Look at you," she coos, her fingers spreading your slick folds. "So wet and I've barely even touched you. Such a needy thing, aren't you, sweetheart?"
It's embarrassing how hard your walls clench around pure air from the mere tone of her voice. It's that intoxicating mix between degrading and sweet that you want everything she's willing to give you.
"Yes, mommy," you whimper.
"Oh, I know," she says, pushing the tip of her index finger into your tight cunt. "She's such a good girl, isn't she?"
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but her powers hold you down and stop you from turning to look at her. Your question is answered before you can even ask it, though, as a certain pair of black boots make their way into your field of vision.
"I'm not sure." The sound of Natasha's voice sends a shiver down her spine. "She looks like a desperate slut to me."
Wanda stops you from answering, thanks to her powers. "Oh, come on, Nat, don't be mean. Look how eager she is to be played with."
The redhead rolls her eyes. "That just proves my point."
The witch laughs, taking the moment to sink her finger deeper into your pussy, relishing the wet sounds that fill the kitchen. You're more than a little humiliated, but there's nothing you can do to stop it. Worse, there's nothing you can do to deny how wet the situation is making you.
How desperate you are for more.
Wanda knows. Of course, she knows. It's partly because of her powers and partly because she knows your body far too well. And because she knows you so well, she gives you a chance to call the whole thing off before it even truly starts.
"What's your color, y/n?"
It would be so easy to say "red" and stop everything. You know there would be zero judgement. That despite whatever agreement they've come to, they'd both take a step back and make sure you were okay.
And yet...you can't seem to form the word.
Because, as much as you don't want to admit it...you want this.
"Green..." you whisper.
Wanda leans in, taking your mind off of Natasha's eyes on you, and peppers soft kisses across your back. The softness of her lips is a stark contrast to her previous demeanor and it helps calm down your speeding nerves.
The Russian steps forward, her hand cupping your face and gently tilting it backward until your eyes meet. "You want this, don't you, darling?"
You don't want to admit it but you can't bring yourself to lie to her. "Yes...I want this."
The sharpness in her eyes fades away slightly. There's still an edge of annoyance in her features but she looks almost as turned on as you feel. "Good girl."
Your walls clench around Wanda's finger and she chuckles before starting to move in and out of your tight heat. "I think she likes you, Nat."
"Shut up."
Wanda adds another finger into the mix, expertly stretching you out and drawing out a long moan from your parted lips. "That's it, just give in, sweetheart. Doesn't it feel better when you stop thinking so much?"
It's startling how right she is.
She doesn't wait for an answer this time, though, she simply speeds up her movements, curling her fingers in the way that drives you crazy. The pleasure slowly overwhelms your mind, removing all other thoughts until all you can focus on is how good it all feels. How much you like submitting to them like this.
"Mommy..." You whine, watching the way Natasha's eyes darken in response to your sounds. "Please...need more."
"Aw, are two fingers not enough for you, baby?" The fake pity in her tone turns you on more than it should. "Does your greedy pussy need more?"
You nod desperately, ignoring the humiliation that lingers in your every move.
All that earns you is another laugh from Wanda and an eye roll from Natasha.
The redhead steps back from you, causing you to whimper, before her hands move to her belt. Her eyes remain on yours as she starts removing her garments, slowly revealing the red strap-on resting between her legs.
Your lips part almost instantly once you catch sight of the full size of it and just how incredibly dominant it makes Natasha look. You shouldn't be surprised considering what everyone, including Wanda, always say about her. Then again, seeing is believing.
"So fucking eager, aren't you?" You know the Russian is technically making fun of you, but you can't help feeling a bit proud of yourself for the grin on her face.
She steps forward, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair and guide you forward. There's something weirdly soft about her movements, about the way she takes her time with you. Maybe, just maybe, she likes you more than she's let on.
You wrap your lips around the head of the dildo, your eyes glued to Natasha's face. You can see the flecks of pleasure spreading across her features, the way she clenches her jaw to stop herself from vocalizing it. It's like you're stuck in a far too arousing competition with her. Each of you trying your damn harderst to break the other.
Unfortunately for you, you also have Wanda working behind you, her fingers restlessly pumping in and out of your soaked entrance. She knows exactly how to wind you up.Â
Exactly how to keep you on your toes yet wanting more.
Natasha guides you further down her cock, working the length deeper into your mouth. "You look so much better like this, malyshka."
"I told you," Wanda pipes up, choosing that exact moment to work another finger into your tight heat. "You just wanted to be a party pooper."
"Keep talking like that and you'll be next, Maximoff."
"You're no fun."
You've never heard Wanda like this. So pouty and borderline bratty. It's a stark contrast to the dominant woman you've grown so attached to. To the one that turns your brain to putty with just a few words.
"Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. Mommy's still in charge here."
You moan in response, the sound muffled by the dildo currently stuffing your mouth.
"If you're Mommy," Natasha says, starting to thrust into your mouth. "Does that make me Daddy?"
You try to voice your approval for the title but neither of the women pay attention to you. They just keep talking like you're not even there, like all you are is a toy for them to play with.
"I thought you didn't like being called that."
The redhead shrugs in response. "I don't but now I'm curious."
"I think our good girl would like it."
You wait for Natasha to complain and say something about how you aren't theirs. Maybe make fun of you again for even thinking they'd ever entertain that idea.
She doesn't, though.
All she does is double her efforts as she keeps thrusting into your mouth.Â
The kitchen fills with the sounds of your pleasure as they both play with your needy holes.
You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with each one of their well-timed thrusts. You're completely at their mercy and you love every second of their never-ending show of dominance.
Of control over you.
Wanda's movements speed up and you do your best to ask for permission to cum, knowing all too well the consequences that would await you if you forgot. It's practically impossible to speak, though, considering the way Natasha is still thrusting into your mouth, her hips grinding against the base of the dildo each time she slips the length back inside.
"I know, baby," the witch reassures you. "You want to cum so bad, don't you?"
All she gets is a muffled whine in response, your body jerking forward when her thumb teases your swollen clit.
"Go ahead, darling," Natasha speaks up, her voice practically a low growl. "Cum all over Mommy's fingers for me."
You're not used to receiving such a command from the redhead and yet your body reacts immediatly to her tone. Your whole body seems to come alive as you fall over the edge, Wanda's fingers never ceasing in their movements. She expertly draws out your pleasure until you're left shaking and panting.Â
The ringing in your ears doesn't allow you to hear the string of moans that leave Natasha's mouth as she watches the scene. The sight of you coming undone so violently causes her to fall apart, her fingers tightening in your hair until you're sputtering for air.
Thankfully, Wanda knows your limits well.
No words are exchanged as she uses her magic on you again. You're barely coherent, your mind still too muddled by pure pleasure and the cotton-filled haze of submission.
She gently sets you down on the couch, wiping down your soaked skin with a wet cloth, making sure to look you over in case their rough movements bruised you up.
"You okay, darling?" The witch asks as she settles down next to you.
You nod in response, shifting a little until your head rests in her lap. "Yeah...just tired."
"You should get some rest, detka. We have a lot to talk about."
Her words make you laugh. "That's an understament, Wands."
"Whatever." She moves her hand down to run her fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as sleep overcomes you.
There's a lot you don't understand, a lot you really figure out, but you feel safe with the knowledge that you haven't ruined anything. That you're not an intruder in their relationship. If anything, you're a welcome addition.
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Keeping You Warm (The Milkman x F!Reader)
Author's Note: It's been a long (LONG) time since I wrote smut, so please excuse anything, plus English is not my native language so I apologise for any mistakes. But I do hope you enjoy this!
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Smut. However, it's quite light/soft, so to speak. The reader has a female genitalia.
Word Count: 1.957
âDouble shift again, Francis?â I asked over the phone.
âIâm sorry, (Y/N).â I heard Francisâ tired voice say in almost a whisper.
âIs there really no other person who could take the shift? Itâs the third time this week, Francis. Youâre killing yourself.â I sighed as I rested my head on my hand.
âNot really; everyone has been quitting lately because of the rise in the number of the doppelgangers' sights.â I heard the sound of glass bottles clattering in the background.
âJust⌠Donât push yourself too hard, okay? Youâre already tired and worn out. I understand that thereâs a job that needs to be done, but youâre human.â
âI know. Donât worry, Iâll take care of myself. Donât wait up for me, okay? Get your rest. You need it more than I do. Bye.â
âBye.â I hung up the phone, lowered my head, and laid it on the table.
It has been nearly two weeks since I last saw Francis, which is foolish since we live in the same apartment. However, due to our jobs and taking shifts, our schedules haven't been exactly the same. Itâs actually gotten worse because heâs been taking double shifts to cover the lack of people, and now he has to deliver the milk and stay an extra shift preparing all the packs for the next day, which means not only collecting the empty bottles but also refilling them and sorting them out in the boxes. We only see each other when the other one is asleep since I start my shifts early, and he only gets home quite late.
As I was lost in thought, someone knocked on the window. Steven was waving his papers to get into the building.
âSorry,â I mumbled, proceeding with my work.
Eventually, my shift ended, and I went to my and Francisâ apartment. While setting down my things, I checked my schedule for the next day, and a big smile spread across my face. It was a day off. I decided to wait up for Francis, so for the next few hours, I occupied myself with getting dinner ready and tidying up the house. When I ran out of things to do, I sat in the living room watching one of my favorite shows.
It was past midnight when I heard the keys to the front door. Francis walked in looking as tired as ever, sighing as he locked the door, the tension leaving his shoulders at being home becoming visible.
âWelcome home, love,â I said, getting up from the couch.
âI told you not to wait up, (Y/N),â Francis whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.
âIâm not working tomorrow, so I thought I would wait for you,â I whispered back. I held his face in my hands, and he looked exhausted. âDo you want to go to bed? We could cuddle a little before sleep.â
âI would like that,â he smiled.
He followed me into the bedroom and started to get changed. I got in bed while waiting for him.
Soon, I felt his arms around my waist and his lips pressed against my neck. I turned off the lights and faced him. I put my palm on his cheek and caressed it with my thumb. I heard him sigh and move his head closer and I held it between my hands. His lips met mine in a soft and slow kiss.
âI missed youâ Francisâs embrace tightened.
âI missed you too, my loveâ I smiled.
We kissed again, our lips moving slowly, just appreciating each otherâs presence. His hand moved from my waist to my hip and down to my butt, giving it a light squeeze. I gasped slightly, and Francis took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth. What was just a lingering kiss turned into something more pressing. The warmth and softness of our lips, the wet touch of tongues, and the subtle taste of each other only added to my incoming arousal.
Unconsciously, I pushed my hips against his during the kiss, feeling his semi-hard dick. Francis moaned into the kiss. With his hand under my neck, he grabbed a fist full of my hair at the back of my head, squeezing tight and deepening the kiss. His other hand moved back to my waist, slipping under my shirt, caressing my skin, leaving goosebumps all over me.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, breaking the kiss and leaving both of us panting.
Francis rested his forehead on mine, and his hands continued rubbing the skin of my waist and neck.
âI thought you were tired,â I smiled.
âI am, but I want you,â he said hoarsely.
At the same time, his leg slipped between mine, pulling me closer by the waist. I could feel his need pressing against my intimate parts. I squeezed his leg between mine, rubbing my heat trying to ease my aching, but I knew he was exhausted, so I took the lead.
âWhat if I keep you warm?â I asked.
I spit a bit into my hand and reached for his pants, slipping under the waistband and into his underwear. I took his dick and started slowly moving, feeling him twitch. Francis groaned, and I felt his breath at the top of my head; he hugged me tighter and started to slowly, rocking his hips against my hand. I felt a chill down my spine; my core throbbed, and I felt it was getting wetter.
âPrep me up?â I mumbled.
Francis hummed, agreeing. His hand went from my waist to my heat, massaging my skin lightly along the way, and he pressed one finger to my entrance. I moaned quietly, continuing to pump him. He started to spread my juices around my lips and then pushed one finger inside. I moved my hips along with his finger, Francis kept his movements slow, and with each thrust, he touched a new spot inside me. Soon, he added a second finger, making me moan again and grind my hips in his hand.
âAnd I thought I was in need,â Francis chuckled.
âFrancisâŚâ I whimpered.
He pressed his thumb into my clit and began his scissors movements inside me, also curling his fingers to reach that sweet spot and stroke it, making me roll my eyes and breath heavily. I lifted my head, looking once again for his lips, and captured them in a hungrily open-mouth kiss, our tongues stroking each other rapidly and messy, with spit starting to drip.
I felt my walls pulsing around his fingers and that tickling sensation in my lower belly rushing me to grind faster. But I forced myself to stop. I pulled my hand away from his throbbing dick and grabbed his wrist, moving him away from me. I pushed Francis by the shoulder, laying his back on the mattress, and undressed myself. I lifted my leg and sat across Francis's lap, pulling his clothes down, freeing his dick, making him groan.
I kissed his tip and licked his entire length, from bottom to top, taking him to my mouth next. I took him until his tip reached the back of my throat and pumped the rest with my hand. I bobbed my head, sucking him and pressing my tongue against his flesh. Francis gave a husky groan and thrust his hips, hands tangling my hair.
When his dick was all wet, I raised myself and aligned my entrance with his tip. I slowly sink into him, feeling him twitch, relinquishing the feeling of his dick filling me up until he was all of him was inside me.
I set my hands on his stomach, getting used to the sensation of having him inside. Francis released a strangled breath, his hands resting on my thighs, caressing them with his thumbs.
When I was about to move, Francis took a strand of my hair and nestled it behind my ear, pulling me towards him by the back of my neck right after. He kissed me again, lips moving rapidly, only pulling away when we needed air.
The sudden movement had me squeezing his dick and he grinded his hips against me.
âFucking tight,â Francis whispered.
I began rocking my hips, Francis matched my pace by grinding into me. Grunts and pants echoed in the bedroom; my hands were back on his stomach for balance, his hands pressed firmly on my waist to guide my movements and leave bruises. Each thrust felt heavenly, his dick sliding in and out, hitting the right spots every time, making me whimper and my legs shake.
The familiar tickling feeling in my lower belly came back, and my movements became erratic, faster, and sloppier, chasing that rush.
âIâm cuming,â I begged.
âWait for me,â Francis urged.
He grabbed my leg and pushed my back onto the mattress. Settled between my legs, Francis resumed his movements, thrusting deep and fast. The change in position made me whine and squeeze him even tighter; it was bliss, the feeling of his weight on me, his grinding, and his dick rubbing every part inside me and hitting just the right spot.
âFrancis, pleaseâ I begged again.
âAlmost thereâ he grunted.
I tried my best to delay my incoming orgasm, focusing on Francis, on his short breaths, his muscles stiffening beneath my fingers, his raspy moans in my ear, just everything about him, taking my mind away from the pleasure he was giving me.
I tightened my legs around his body and my nails scratched his back, I was so close.
âCum with me,â Francis pleaded.
I focused back on the sensation in my lower area. Francis sped up his pace, with chaotic and messy movements, as he began to shake. I felt the buildup of tension that made my back arch and my toes curl, like a clenching feeling. As soon as I thought that I couldnât take it anymore, I sensed all that tension being released and pulsing throughout my body, an all-consuming release and euphoria. I moaned loudly against Francis's skin.
At the same time, Francis tensed up gave his final deep thrust and his dick throbbed inside me, releasing all of his seed, filling me up.
Francis kissed my lips tenderly, again, again and again, holding my face while supporting the weight of his body on one arm.
âI love youâ he whispered between kisses.
âI love you tooâ I giggled, kissing him back.
He lay next to me, pulling me onto his chest. We stayed like that for a while, still panting and recovering.
âIâll get you some water and a towel,â he said kissing my temple.
âNo, it's okay Iâll get itâ I pushed him down and got up. âI have to use the bathroom anyway. Do you need anything?â
âJust some water, pleaseâ.
I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. When I came back to the bedroom, Francisâs breathing was deep and slow, suggesting that he was already asleep. I smiled and placed the water on his nightstand, I gave a small peck on his lips and laid down in bed, feeling my muscles relaxing after so much tension and pleasure.
The fact that our lives are regularly in danger because of the doppelgangers leaves everyone on edge, meaning that our time together safe at home is a blessing and a getaway from everything on the outside. Losing ourselves in each other is not only a reminder of being alive but also a reassurance that the other person we love so much is still by our side.
Thinking about all the things we do for each other, and while caressing softly Francis's face, I also fell asleep.
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