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TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.8k

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They got no idea about me and you

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

December Continued

Rafe waits a few seconds before following me into the bathroom, keeping an eye out for anyone who might’ve seen us go in together.

“Okay take a few with the flash and a few without” I say, handing him my phone and propping my body up against the sink.

“Didn’t think I was actually gonna take pictures” he grumbles, sitting on the lip of the tub and angling the phone up towards me.

“Thats why I asked you up here duh.” I say in between flashes. “Lemme take some of you.” grabbing the phone out of his hands I take a few images of him before he stands up and presses my arms to my sides, pushing me up against the sink.

“I have a hard time believing this is all you wanted to come up here and do” he murmurs into my ear, pushing my hair back off of my neck, pressing a wet kiss on my shoulder.

I can smell the peppermint lingering from his mouth as his lips trail up to reach my chin.

“I told you, you were my photographer tonight.” I say simply, opening my phone to inspect the images he captured.

“You know, I love to see you in all black, like you normally wear. But red. Red’s my favorite color. Did you know that?”

I did know that. I’ve known since we were little that Rafe always picked out red toy trucks, red swim trunks, he had red bed sheets back when he slept in a twin sized bed. I remember when we were little kids running around figure 8, he would wear a red cape. He also has a red scooter that he wouldn’t let anyone ride, except me. His notebooks in school were always red, and when he got a bike for his 10th birthday he got a matching red helmet. I had always associated Rafe with Red, I guess I didn’t realize it until now.

“I remember” I say, finally letting out the breath I was holding as his hands graze over my body, pulling my dress up ever so slightly.

“I could never tell what your favorite color was.” he says, letting out a chuckle before pressing kisses along my jawline.

“You always wore purple bathing suits, but would throw a tantrum if you didn’t get the orange towel. Your bike was yellow but your helmet was pink. And you always wore those green sneakers until they practically fell apart.” I giggled, remembering those pair of green Converse I wore until the soles gave out. I smile at the thought of simpler times, when Sarah and I hung out every day, Rafe terrorizing us on the playground, always demanding to be it during tag, tackling us to the ground.

Lost in thought, I barely realize Rafe is sliding my panties down my legs. I btie my bottom lip and look up at him, remembering all the history we had together, how we went from childhood friends, to hating each other for years and then to this. Whatever the fuck this was.

He turns me around to face the mirror, pushing me forward. I hear his pants unzip and fall to the ground.

“So what is it?” he asks, running a finger through my folds. I let out a groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “What’s your favorite color?”

He teases my entrace with his cock, pushing slowly in and out, inching deeper and deeper in. I let out a gasp and clench the sides of the bathroom sink. His arm snakes around my front, pulling me closer to him.

“Blue” I finally let out, and he pushes himself fully inside of me, covering my mouth with his hand. Blue, just like the color of the sky on a clear day in the outerbanks. Blue like the color of the sea from my back patio.

Blue like Rafe’s eyes.

“You feel so good pretty girl” he growls into my ear, pounding me from behind. Our eyes interlock in the bathroom mirror, I fight the urge to roll mine in the back of my head, overwhelmed at the pleasure I was feeling from his dick and the sight of him fucking me in this bathroom.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door and my eyes widen in fear.

“OCCUPIED” Rafe shouts out, slamming into me, causing me to yelp into his hand. Tears brim my eyes and he moves forward to plant a kiss on my cheek.

“You like this don’t you?” his free hand trails down my body, reaching my clit, and he lightly taps against it. I moan against his hand, bucking my hips up against his hand.

“Asked you a question” he says, placing another light tap against the top of my pussy. I nod my head aggressively up and down, speaking a “yes” into his hand. His palm was probably covered in my spit, and I feared the sight of what it would look like underneath when he finally released his hand.

As if he could read my mind, he leans in close, his face against mine, staring at me through the mirror. “If I let go of my hand you gon stay quiet?” I nod my head up and down vigorously and he slowly releases his hand, and places it on my hip. He starts to rub circles on my clit and my head falls forward for a second, trying to control my breathing I squeeze the sink until my knuckles turn white. His hips rock back and forth at a steady pace, using his hand on my hip to guide himself. I can hear the sounds of skin slapping echo through the bathroom, and his soft grunts vibrating through his body, trailing up through my spine. I whimper beneath him, feeling myself reach my climax.

His tongue runs up my neck and I look up to make eye contact with him once again in the mirror.

“Cum for me pretty girl” he whispers into my ear before sucking on the sweet spot beneatht it. I tremble beneath his touch, my legs starting to give out as I come undone. I lean against the sink for support, and he pushes himself deep into me, leaning against my back as he finishes quickly after me.

He tosses the condom in the trash and cleans himself up with a tissue. He bends over and pulls my underwear up and back on, pulling my dress down before he put his pants on.

“I gotta go, Tops gonna be wondering where ‘m at and I told him I’d be sellin tonight” I nod my head in response and watch him exit the bathroom. I lock the door behind him and walk back up to the mirror, inspecting my face. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be. I reached into my purse and started to reapply my makeup. A knock on the door makes me jolt.

“Occupied” I squeak, trying to mimic Rafe’s inflection.

“Its me” I hear Sabrina’s voice come from behind the door. I apply the finishing touches to my smudged lipstick and unlock the door. She slides in and locks it behind her.

“Have you been in here the whole time?” she questions as I pack up my purse.

“No I was roaming but came up here to piss. Whats up?”

“I’ve been looking for you. And Tops been looking for Rafe.”

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and look back into the mirror, blotting my lips on a tissue.

“Haven’t seen him.” For a second I feel bad about lying to her, but I really didn’t want to have this conversation when I really didn’t want people to know. Not that I didn’t trust Sab, I just wanted to keep it to myself until I was ready to accept the fact that I've been fucking Rafe Cameron.

She squints her eyes at me and I toss my tissue into the trashcan. I watch as her eyes trail down and she stares at the condom wrapper sitting ontop.

“Cmon” I say, grabbing my phone and purse off the counter, unlocking the bathroom. She follows behind me silently as we make our way back into the crowd. We find Topper, Kelce and Rafe in the backyard, sitting at table, with a crowd around them. I see Rafe with a stack of money in his hand, a blunt hanging out of his mouth.

Topper is laid back on the couch, head handing off the back, a bottle swinging around in his hand as he sings along to a rap song playing softly from a speaker. Kelce is railing a line, passing the little tube he used to a girl sitting on his lap. She leans down to the glass table and snorts the line. I look over at Sabrina and she shrugs.

There’s no chairs empty for us to sit, so we stand idly around until Topper finally notices us.

“My favorite ladies” he slurs. Sabrina giggles as he reaches out a hand and winks at her. She reaches out and he pulls her onto his lap. They start chatting about god knows what and I stand awkwardly to the side, looking around at the people starting to slowly leave as the party dies. I check my phone to see its 1:33. I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed.

“Rafe why don’t you offer the pretty lady a seat” Topper finally says after a few minutes. He glances up at me for a second and scoffs, returning back to counting his final stack of cash before stuffing it into his backpack. Top lightly kicks him with his shoe and Rafe rolls his eyes, and pulls me down by my arm onto his lap.

I lightly slap his face with my hand. “That was fucking rude.” I spit at him, ripping the blunt out of his mouth and putting it into mine. He stares at me in disbelief while Kelce watches in amusement.

“Play some Cudi” I say to Topper, reaching over to grab an unopened beer bottle from the table. I hand it to Rafe to open for me, sprawling my body out more against his body. He grunts in response and cracks the top off with a bottle opener from his keychain.

“Actin like a real brat” he grumbles in my ear. I take a puff and pass it to Sabrina. I giggle and fall back into his chest.

“You love it” I sigh, my arm grabbing his bicep. My legs intertwine with Sarbina’s on the couch as we pass the blunt back and forth between each other before Rafe finally intercepts, grabbing it from my fingers, taking a quick drag. He grabs my face in his hands. I open my mouth in response and he leans closer, shot gunning the smoke into my mouth. I inhale, taking in the secondhand smoke and blow it out of my nose.

“Wait that was cool I wanna try!” Sabrina exclaims after watching us intently. I grab the blunt from Rafe and push myself up on his lap. His hands stay placed on my waist as I lean forward and repeat the same actions Rafe just did to me.

“Jesus” Kelce mutters, taking a drink from his bottle. Sabrina and I giggle at each other and I pass her the blunt before settling back into Rafes arms.

“You need to get laid Kelce” Topper calls out across at him. He shakes his head.

“That’s my goal for this trip man”

“Where are you going?” I inquire, turning my head to him. The crowd has started to filter out, a few people lingering in the living room, the backporch empty except for us now.

“Bahamas. We’ll be back for new years though. I leave Sunday” Kelce answers before finishing his beer and standing to get another one.

“Dudes totally not gonna pull” Topper jokes.

“Are you going anywhere for break?” Sabrina asks him.

“Yea we’re headed out to Fiji tomorrow, Well I guess today” he motions to the clock on the porch that shows its now 1:45am.

“Damn. I’m just going down to the Keys” she huffs.

“You think Fiji is cool? Rafe’s going to freakin Bora Bora until schools back in session”

“That’s still just as far” I finally remark.

I didn’t know he was leaving. I wasn’t surprised. The Cameron’s always take extravagant trips when the kids are out of school. I hadn’t asked Sarah where she was going this year, but we haven’t talked much since my birthday. I had also been avoiding her because I felt guilty about hooking up with Rafe and keeping that secret from her.

“Where are you goin Y/N?” Topper asks. I adjust myself in Rafe’s lap, taking a swig from the bottle.

“‘M stayin here. My family usually comes in for the holidays. They’re kind of a big deal for my mom. Both of my parents have big families and like to have them over for Christmas. It’s tradition.”

“Damn I wish my family could stand each other to stay in a house together for the holidays” Kelce says in response as he returns, cracking open his new beer and tossing the cap onto the table.

“I usually escape to my room after I’ve answered enough questions.” I say.

Not mentioning to the group how lonely it gets in the Outerbanks when everyone goes away. For the past few years I had been able to escape down to the cut where I would celebrate the holidays with JJ and John B, bringing them food from my family's feast and the handmade presents I made them every year. It made me sad to think I wouldn’t be allowed to see them this year.

I also felt a ping of sadness at the thought of not seeing Rafe until we got back to school. I didn’t know why I felt this way. It’s not like we actually hung out, but I had been seeing him so often recently.

“I think it’s time I head home” I finally say, pushing myself off Rafe’s lap.

“I can drive you.” Rafe says, starting to sit up.

“Mom said no drinking and driving.” I state, leaning down to give Sabrina a hug goodbye.

“Come see me before you leave okay?” I whisper into her ear. She nods her head, her eyes red and droopy.

“Get her home safe” I instruct Topper. He smiles at me and waves goodbye.

“Bye Kelce” I say, waving at him before grabbing my purse off the table. Rafe is still trailing behind me as I enter the house.

“I said no drinking and driving” I say, without turning to look at him.

“I know, I’m gonna walk you home.” I scoff and finally reach the front door, opening it and turning back to him.

“Not necessary.” I begin the shut the front door on him before he holds a hand out to stop the door.

“I said I’m walking you home.” I roll my eyes at him and start for the sidewalk. He catches up to me and stands dangerously close.

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving” I finally say after a few moments of silence.

“Thought Sarah might’ve shared that information with you.” I shake my head in response.

“What, y’all don’t talk anymore?” he asks.

“You and your friends are kind of making that hard.” I snap at him.

“I see.” he responds simply. A few more moments pass before he speaks again.

“You know we can like text and stuff”

I raise my eyebrows and turn to look at him

“Is that so?” I ask, a smile quivering on my lips. I almost want to laugh but I realize he’s being serious.

“Yea you can send me pictures of your cookies and cute little Christmas jammies and I’ll send you shirtless pictures of me on the beach.” I finally laugh and shove him lightly with my shoulder.

“I started watching Game of Thrones” he says, and I gasp in response letting out a shriek.

“AND?”

“Its actually pretty good. I downloaded some episodes to watch on the plane tomorrow.”

“I knew you liked it.”

“I like the gore and violence. Not a fan of the incest” he says, nudging me back, a goofy smile splattered across his face.

“You get over it after a while” I say. My house not too far in the distance.

We walk around the house and I lead the way to my side doors, turning to face Rafe, unsure of the proper way to say goodbye without making it weird.

“You know she’ll forgive you right?” he says. I sigh and look down at the ground. “I haven’t told anyone so she won’t find out from anyone but you, when you’re ready,” he assured me. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

“See ya next year pretty girl” he says with a smirk, sending me a wink before turning around and walking out into the darkness.

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In-Depth Analysis On All The DR Characters Because What, Are You Gonna Try And Stop Me? Who Are You, My Mom? Yeah, I Didn't Think So- Part 4: Yasuhiro Hagakure

I've actually managed to hype myself up a good bit for this one, despite the fact I'm not fond of Hiro. If there's anything I've learned since starting this series, it's that taking the time to actually absorb these characters and their full existence in the narrative reveals a lot more than you get just by playing the game normally, and I'm hopeful that doing that will make Hiro that much better of a character for me. So, let's dive in.

Per usual, this analysis uses only official materials from the DR series, primarily the english translation of the game. If you aren't that interested in lengthy yapping, then keep scrolling.

Part 1- Character Design

Yasuhiro Hagakure wears several layers of clothing, having a haramaki, white button-up, and his old high school uniform all on over a yellow shirt and a pair of baggy black pants tied up with a yellow bow. His old high school emblem is purposefully designed to look like the yin and yang symbol, and his hair is up in locs styled to bend backwards and stick out at odd angles.

Yasuhiro is a dual character, typically either being the most relaxed or the most panicked person in the room. This sort of duality is likely why he was given the yin and yang symbol, a symbol of balance, along with his talent. Yasuhiro was given the talent of SHSL Fortune Teller, or Ultimate Clairvoyant, and has a unique connection to the spirit world. This may also be why his hair is designed to stick out, similar to how when you touch an object with enough static, your hair stands up. In this way, we can see Yasuhiro is visibly connected to the spirit world at all times.

Part 2- Character Introduction

Hiro is actually the first character to speak in-game after Makoto's self-introduction, calling out in surprise when Makoto gets to the main hall with everyone else("Woah, hey! Another new kid?") He then continues on to be the first one we're able to identify as speaking after the class panover is completed.

This immediately makes him stick out, as this is the character the game makes a point to show you directly before anyone else- not Sayaka, Kyoko, Byakuya- nope, Hiro is first and foremost. Despite this, he fades into the background of the conversation almost immediately after as everyone else decides to introduce themselves to each other. When we get back to his introduction(one of the last ones we see), he introduces himself as someone who takes it easy, and tells you to do the same. We know from Makoto's internal dialogue that he has little to no knowledge on fortune telling, and thus, have almost no insight to Hiro's perspective. We also learn that within the psychic community, he's referred to as 'Supernova'. As he begins to speak, though, we learn exactly what the game's plan for his clairvoyance is: a big joke.

Though, he himself admits he's joking around, and invites Makoto to talk about Lemurian civilization. Lemuria is a debunked theory about a potential 8th continent that was believed to have sunk into the Indian Ocean, disproved by further research on continental drift and plate tectonics. Despite this, it still remains as a subject of conspiracy for many, and tells us a lot about Hiro's interests. Combined with his talent in fortune-telling, Hiro is someone with a fascination for what lies beneath the surface of human understanding. We also learn that he's of drinking age(20 in Japan, though this was changed to 21 in the English translation to reflect international drinking laws). He admits this is due to being held back a few years, waving it off as a 'long story' that we never get to hear.

As the class continues to talk, he remains completely calm, and insists it's all part of the fancy school's orientation. He continues to hold this belief even after Monokuma appears at the entrance ceremony, playing off Monokuma's threat of the killing game and Monokuma himself as a bit.

"Reveal the trick...?" "Yeah, cuz I mean... Y'know, this is all some kinda trick and all, right? So uh, like..."

So our first impression of Hiro is that he's a laidback older guy who isn't the sharpest knife in the kitchen, and that he's into conspiracies.

Part 3- Early Game Development

Once the game's officially started, Hiro very much takes a backseat so the story and mystery can develop, to the point where even when the entire class is talking about their explorations and what they found, Hiro remains silent, only telling the others to chill and continuing to say he believes this is all planned by the school. He appears completely unbothered by the whole situation.

"I mean, this was all planned out, right? The people in charge of Hope's Peak put this all together, right? Man, if I got stressed every time something like this happened, I'd have ectoplasm shooting out my mouth!"

Despite this, if you take the opportunity to talk to him in the laundry room the following morning, you get this:

Despite Hiro's insistence that this is all normal, he's run himself ragged trying to find out why they're trapped in the school. It suggests that his relaxed attitude towards the situation may be some kind of a facade to keep both himself and the others calm. He continues to insist upon it even after multiple days have passed, when Monokuma reappears again to give out the motive videos("Why the hell are you laughing?" "I'm just impressed at the total commitment to this whole act.") He refuses to acknowledge the mere possibility of this situation being an actual threat to their lives, even after watching the motive video of (presumably) his mother and sister in danger.

He insists on it to the point where he doesn't realize the truth of the situation until "Junko" is impaled with a ton of spears and dies right in front of him, and even then, his reaction is delayed, not realizing until Makoto and Byakuya check her for a pulse.

"Sh-she's... dead!? Then that means...! That means everything that's happened so far is real!? It's not a joke or whatever!? It's really real!? Hell no! Someone save me! Let me outta here! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!" "You're j-just now accepting that...?"

He switches from total calm to ungodly terror, as he didn't experience the dread leading up to the incident that everyone else did. The horror renders him immobile for nearly the entire investigation, only pulled out of shock when Makoto shows him his broken glass ball.

"Did that guy totally dupe me!? He said it belonged to the pillars of history... Genghis Khan, George Washington, Napoleon... He said whoever controlled that crystal ball controlled the world! Was that seriously all BS!?"

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but how much did you pay for that thing?" "Everything I'd saved up from fortune-telling for two full years. Came out to be like... a million."

Not only did he pay that much for what was pretty obviously a glass ball, he fully believed that story despite the fact one of the named holders that 'controlled the world' was a failed emperor that died in exile. It is a hand-sized glass ball. Paying $1M in USD shouldn't have even been on the table in the first place.

Hiro goes into the next chapter still completely panicking, babbling on to Makoto about the 'ill omen' that is the items set in the display case and once again begging to the heavens to be released from the school.

"Ahhh! I've been struck with knowledge! It's an ill omen of total devastation and ruin! L-Let me outta here! Let me ouuuut!"

It's a bit late, as the only dangerous item from that case was used in the previous murder, but better late than never, I suppose.

Prior to the motive announcement, Hiro reveals that he was the one to pick up on the goings-on outside of Hope's Peak, having been in the dining hall and heard what he described as 'noises like a construction site'. It's important enough that Monokuma confirms the noises to be a) real and b) the result of some level of violence, as his provided explanations are an explosion or machine gun. So although Hiro himself hasn't had much of a story yet, he's still keeping his ears open and is at least paying some attention to the problem at hand now.

During the investigation, Hiro ends up in a much better position, now able to not go into total shock and do an investigation of his own. Although it doesn't yield many results, talking to him makes it clear that he's both trying to find something useful and trying to keep what information he does have private before the trial, which is progress. He's doing something instead of just sitting on his ass, and he's trying to remain secretive, even if he's really bad at it.

When the trial comes around, he's excited to provide evidence, being the one to tell the class about the e-handbooks in the mailbox despite insistence that he probably couldn't help anyway. Despite this, he takes it well when he's told he's wrong the second he's given a reason.

"No, she DID have a way! And I can tell you what it was!" "I highly doubt that." "Shut up! I'm telling you, I know how she could've done it!" ('it' being Chihiro entering the girls' locker room)

"She used the thing that was in the main hall!" "Huh? What thing?" "I'm talkin' about Leon's handbook, of course!"

"Why not!?" "Because Leon's handbook was broken." "Oh! Well then yeah, I guess that'd be pretty impossible, huh?"

Part 4- Midgame Events (In fact, we're gonna frame you for murder!)

Now that Taka's grieving, Hiro remembers he's significantly older than the rest of the class and decides to step up as the class rep and keep everyone calm and focused, at least until Taka can take over again. Although it doesn't last for very long, it's a nice gesture on Hiro's part, and shows some level of responsibility from him.

He's the one to direct the class to the 3rd floor and opens up to conversation about what they found, doing everything he can think of to both keep the class' gaze fixed ahead and try to rouse Taka from his silent state, though this falls apart the second Hina starts talking about a ghost.

Despite his efforts, Kyoko is the one who's really in charge here, and instead, Hiro becomes a messenger for her, alerting the rest of the class to 'bathtime' and acting as a voice of reason when both Hifumi and Taka become obsessed with Alter Ego.

"I happened to do a psychic reading for a certain famous CEO once... And that guy was seriously head over heels for a mannequin. He had a wedding and everything! And your eyes just now... I saw the same look in HIS eyes!"

"Oh, Taka! Are you back!?" "Who the hell's Taka!?" "Um... you?"

He also delivers letters to everyone in class when Kyoko has an important update on Alter Ego, assuming that the files have been decrypted. It's also worth noting he has remarkably clean penmanship, and this is attributed to his supernatural beliefs.

The following morning, when Hiro is one of the many students to go missing, Celeste sets it up so that almost everyone is led to believe that Hiro is the obvious culprit before he even so much as gets a chance to defend himself- falsifying and planting evidence, removing proof of innocence to the best of her ability, and manipulating Hifumi to help her- all with the stroke of luck in her favor that even after remembering his life before the game, Hifumi still couldn't betray her when he tried because her legal surname was the same as his first. On a surface level, almost every slip-up or seemingly stupid move was shrugged off as 'well, Hiro's an idiot anyway, so he probably didn't realize,' which is exactly what Celeste bet on. The only one who wouldn't automatically fall under this assumption (Kyoko) was so distracted by her own schemes that she was pulled out of the investigation for the vast majority of it. Even Byakuya completely fell for it until Makoto pointed out some of the inconsistencies to him.

But here's the thing: Hiro's gullible, not stupid. He may fall for other people's schemes, but he can just as easily craft his own and sell them, even when the person being sold to knows they're being duped to some degree. He's a businessman at heart, and you can't become a successful businessman if your schemes don't work. If Celeste wanted her plan to work, then she chose the wrong guy to frame. (The game never actually addresses this directly, but from a meta perspective, it's pretty obvious Hiro is just being used as a red herring, and it's all symbolized in his handwriting- Hiro is more put-together than he's given credit for, and that truth creates the physical evidence of his innocence Celeste couldn't change.)

I mean, Hiro deliberately plays up his own stupidity in the trial, taking the argument that was supposed to work against him and using it in his favor to convince everyone around him of his own incompetency. That's not the strategy of someone incapable of working out a survival plan.

"Come on, I'm not smart enough to think of trying to change my handwriting anyway!" <- a direct contradiction to when he writes Toko's name in blood in handwriting not of his own in the following chapter

Hiro being a red-herring suspect for a murder is quickly followed up with Hiro being a red-herring suspect for a murder. Yes, they do it twice, but this time, Hiro himself believes he's responsible. So there's enough differentiation to warrant it within the plot.

With chapter 4, Hiro's paranoia hits an all-new level. And for good reason, too. Not only have there been 5 attempted murders in the span of just over 2 weeks, 3 of which were intentional and 4 of which were successful, there's also a known serial killer chilling with the rest of the class that's known specifically for attacking men. Not only that, he was literally framed for a double murder case just a couple days ago, and to top it all off, Sakura, the visibly strongest person not only in the class, but also officially recognized as strongest person in the world, has been outed as a spy for Monokuma. So naturally, Hiro's a little on edge when he receives the invite from Sakura to meet in the rec room. So when he hears her muttering to herself-

"This is it... I'm going to end it today... I'm going to end... everything." "As soon as I heard that, I just knew... I knew she was gonna try and kill me! She was gonna kill me and make her escape!"

So, rather then let that potential end happen, he made the panicked decision to defend himself.

He admits to this pretty quickly in the trial as well, as the moment the dying message is disproven as being from Sakura, he caves and tells them everything that happened from his perspective. And he feels terrible about it, too, accepting that he has to die for what he did.

"Well, that's what happened. Go ahead, roast me, boil me, do whatever you want..."

Once Makoto and Kyoko are able to prove he's innocent, it's a massive weight off his shoulders. His fear and panic all but disappear, and he spends the rest of the trial in a much more relaxed state.

And once the trial is over, and they've all heard the truth about Sakura's case, he throws his full support to Hina and Sakura, unable to be mad at either of them.

"This is because of our misplaced hatred. I don't blame her(Sakura)! I CAN'T blame her! And nobody can blame Hina, either!"

Besides being a suspect in both murder cases, Hiro has another important moment in chapter 4. At breakfast on the first morning, after sharing his prediction of no more murders, he tells the story of his encounter with aliens, in which a burger that was supposedly 100% beef was beamed up by an alien spaceship. And because aliens supposedly steal cows, the meat separated and only took 30% of the meat. When he went back to the restaurant, they admitted to mixing pork into the meat. This story is representative of Hiro's own fortune-telling, as only 30% of his predictions are real and the rest are done just for money.

Part 5- Character Relationships

Though none of them are given a main focus in-game, Hiro has fairly important dynamics with about half the cast of THH. Actually, basically everyone that made it past chapter 2 has an established dynamic with Hiro.

5.1- Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Though it's a bit of a one-sided relationship, Hiro is the only character to show any concern for Taka going into chapter 3. After the brutal death of Mondo, Taka goes comatose, and won't eat, sleep, or speak to anyone. It's when in this state that Hiro attempts to get him back in action as class rep, more than once. Unfortunately, he never really succeeds, though this does leave us with the implication that he was the one who told Taka about Alter Ego, as it doesn't make sense for it to have been anyone else at this point.

5.2- Hifumi Yamada

Similar to Taka, Hifumi spends chapter 3 with a special interest in Alter Ego. Hiro is the one that tries to get through to him, calling out his strange behavior and likening it to a former client in love with a mannequin. The two of them also bounce off of each other quite a bit in the first half of the game during group conversations, and when they do, it often paints Hiro in a more reasonable light. As the older and therefore more mature of the two, he knows when Hifumi is full of shit and calls him on it, particularly when he's being horny("But he's a guy! And also a computer program!" "Oh, that aspect is no problem." "That... aspect?").

Hifumi later goes on to work with Celeste to frame him for the murder of both Taka and himself. It's unclear if he had any resentment for Hiro or if he just agreed with Celeste that he'd make a good scapegoat.

5.3- Celestia Ludenberg

Celeste frames him for murder, despite the fact that they didn't have much interaction before then. Why Hiro, though?

"Because you're stupid." "That's it!?" "And in that regard, I made the right choice. I'm so glad your stupidity surpassed my every expectation. Life must have been tough on your parents, though." "I feel like I could cry..."

Not only is this one final dig from her before her execution, it's also just blatantly wrong. Not only was Hiro not there for the majority of the investigation(by her design), but the supposed stupidity of his character she's referencing had almost no effect on the investigation or trial. Rather, it was the assumptions of the rest of the cast that benefitted her, with characters like Hina and Byakuya going along with the same assumption she wanted them to. He was almost immediately proven innocent by Makoto, and was only considered a suspect because Celeste herself kept hounding the idea.

In short, this proved Celeste the idiot. She didn't know her opponent at all, and so she lost, lying about it to the bitter end.

5.4- Sakura Ogami

Hiro's lack of a significant relationship with her is more important than what they did have. Throughout THH, Hiro consistently refers to Sakura not by name, but by the demeaning nickname given to her online, 'Ogre', due to how physically imposing she is. As such, the two never really connect, and when she's outed by Monokuma as the spy, he turns against her immediately, even when they were relatively friendly with each other up until that point. He doesn't necessarily want to distrust her, but not only is her allegiance under fire, but he's already been betrayed and directly put in the line of fire once. He has to consider his safety first, so he cuts her out with the others, though he does say if she makes good on her assertion to defeat the mastermind, that he'll forgive her("If she really can beat the mastermind like she said, that'd go a long way in my mind...").

But even if he isn't condemning her to hell like Byakuya and Toko, he still doesn't know her. He never bothered to try. So when she invites him to talk, he stays on his guard. The game has rendered him unable to connect to her, and so when he hears her speak of 'ending everything', he can only assume the worst. And it leads him to open the case of Sakura's attacker- not Toko, not Jack, not Byakuya. Hiro starts it. And he carries that guilt into her trial.

5.4- Byakuya Togami, Aoi Asahina, Toko Fukawa, Genocide Jill

Hiro has a fairly antagonistic relationship with the other non-main-character survivors(and Byakuya, if you consider him one). The 5 of them spend most of the latter half of the game at each other's throats, often for miniscule, petty things. This is mostly used as a source of comedy, with each pointing out the others' flaws and making each other look dumb. However, when it comes down to it, they can get along and cooperate when it's important.

He gets along best with Hina, as both were part of the overarching group from the beginning, and both are consistently present whenever the group splits up(for example, before Chihiro's body is found). And because Toko and Jack follow Byakuya around, and Makoto and Kyoko are the main characters, the two of them end up as an unintentional pair when it comes to group dialogue, even ganging up on Byakuya or Toko when appropriate. That said, Hina doesn't like him much, either.

5.5- Kyoko

Kyoko acknowledges Hiro's attempts to become the leader of the class in Taka's absence, and uses him to communicate with the rest of the class about Alter Ego when necessary. He acts as her messenger, suggesting she trusted him to some extent, enough to let him be the messenger. Their relationship isn't expanded upon outside of this, though.

5.6- Makoto Naegi

Despite his mounting paranoia and trust issues in the previous chapters, Hiro is shown to trust Makoto specifically, likely because he was the one to prove his innocence in both chapter 3 and 4. He holds Makoto in high regard, enthusiastically agreeing with Kyoko to let him hold the knife in chapter 5 and attempting to explain the dismantling of Monokuma to him: "I'll explain what's goin' on, Makoto. Cuz that's how much I like ya! Byakuya found this li'l fella layin' around, then we tore it apart!" "That doesn't explain anything..."

Part 6- Hiro's Clairvoyance

Despite Hiro's claims of only having a 30% accuracy rating at best, his fortune-telling and bouts of clairvoyance are accurate a good few times in THH. I'm not doing the math to see if it actually falls between 20-30%, but it is enough to be significant.

In the prologue and 1st chapter, Hiro insists that the killing game must be a prank because of his total certainty that the execs of Hope's Peak were the ones who locked them in the school. This is revealed to be true in chapter 4, when Alter Ego reveals the Hope's Peak Headmaster planned the shelter, and the board signed off on it.

In his 1st FTE, Hiro reveals he's already seen that his and Makoto's paths intersect, and that the mother of their children is the same woman. This becomes true if you get the bad ending in chapter 5.

The chapter 2 cover art has Hiro holding a manga with Taka and Celeste covered in blood, with the number 2 beside Taka. This accurately depicts that Celeste would kill Taka in the following chapter, and that he'd be one of two victims of hers.

In the start of chapter 4, Hiro reveals a prediction that there won't be any more murders. This turns out to be true, as the only other deaths after this are both by suicide.

Hiro's wild guess about what started the Tragedy was later proven in the series to be correct repeatedly- Hope's Peak students' deaths started and continued the domino effect of the Tragedy. Hajime became Izuru due to Natsumi's and Sato's murders; the student council were all slaughtered inside the school as the beta kg; the Reserve Course students killed all the Main Course students that weren't either 77-B or 78-B, and then committed mass suicide via brainwashing. All the students were killed.

Part 7- An Inner Look

During THH, we get a look at both Hiro's bedroom and his locker in the main story. This gives us a unique glimpse into his mentality that we don't get with anyone else in THH.

Interestingly, his room and his locker are very different, despite them both containing his fortune-telling materials. In his bedroom, his books are stacked fairly neatly on the desk, and his divination tools are organized, being set on separate tables with a protective tablecloth underneath. The singing bowl and incense- which work for ambience- are kept on one desk in the back, while his cards and dice are kept on the main table in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, his locker has his books shoved awkwardly into the bottom, while his divination tools are all lumped together on the top and have no separation or organization. The locker's state even leads Makoto to say that its owner "probably has organization problems in every part of their life". This may suggest that his room is clean for the sake of potential customers, or just that the lack of space in the locker was inconvenient.

Part 8- Late Game Events

When chapter 5 opens, Hiro's 'dumb guy' shenanigans are cranked up to the max. While everyone's investigating the 5th floor, talking to Hiro in the garden reveals his conspiracy theory on the inevitable global domination of the world by plants. He also gets excited about the 5 chickens, claiming the number 5 to "contain the mysteries of the cosmos" and says it's a good omen.

When he tells the rest of the survivors about the garden, he decides he wants to use the lawnmower to create crop circles, as a signal for help. What he fails to realize is that there are no crops in the school, and that no one would be able to see them from above if there were. It's this moment that Hina points out how ridiculous he's getting:

"What the heck's happened to you...? You weren't like this in the beginning, you know." "Well back then my personality hadn't quite solidified yet...!" "I didn't think it was possible, but I'm more disappointed in you now than I've ever been..."

This suggests Hiro's characterization, from the ground up, was designed to be laughed at. (That's a surprise tool that will help us later.)

When the other survivors decide to dismantle Monokuma, Hiro is the one who actually undergoes the process of dismantling and opening him up, with the only one we see helping with the parts to be Toko. This puts him directly under fire if Monokuma wakes up and decides to punish the perpetrator. It's safe to assume this is why he and Toko were chosen by Byakuya to do the actual dismantling. He also goes on to be the one to get the TV working in the data center, suggesting some level of proficiency with technology that's never explored again.

When the 5th trial begins, Hiro's panicking, insisting that Kyoko is a ghost("she's like the latest evolution in ghost technology!") and has to be corrected before the actual trial can start.

When the final investigation begins, and Kyoko, Byakuya, and Toko have all gone off on their own, Hiro decides he's going to go off on his own as well, declaring he's going to use his "totally awesome spirit power to figure out the mastermind's identity!" This declaration goes nowhere, as he's the only survivor you don't need to talk to before Monokuma's clue, and his only dialogue before the trial is him avoiding you. This 'totally awesome spirit power' is never used in the final trial, either.

When the final trial begins, Hiro is the first to make the accusation Monokuma wanted- that he was the only innocent one, and that everyone else was working together. But when Hina and Byakuya piggyback off of him, he's the first to realize that they've all been given the same evidence. Simultaneously, somehow, he's the last one to realize the evidence is fake("Wh-what? Wait, hold on... This doesn't make any sense... How can the three of us each have that kind of evidence!?")

When Junko reveals the truth to everyone, he's the first to beg for mercy. He's brought to despair- "We get it... We get it, okay? You're totally awesome, right? We get it already! So help us! I'll do anything! Just help me!" "A peasant begging for his life? How delightful! We've never witnessed such a travesty firsthand..." But when Makoto fights back, he's also the first one to embrace hope(assuming you shoot the characters in the order they appear):

"But to live means moving forward, right...? So even if it's hard... even if we're scared... we don't have any choice, do we? I want to keep on living! I want to open the next door! There must be something new waiting for me! So that's why... That's why...! No matter what, I need to get out of here! The whole fortune-telling thing doesn't matter anymore! What matters is my own gut feelings! I... I've decided to have faith in myself!"

He, along with the other survivors, votes for hope. Junko is executed, and the seven of them leave together.

Part 9- Ultra Despair Hagakure (yes we have to talk about this)

TW: discussion of pedophilia and incest. Skip to part 9 if you need to(5 paragraphs down).

Ultra Despair Hagakure, or UDH, is the spinoff-spinoff LN unlocked by completing "spinoff" game Ultra Despair Girls. It follows Yasuhiro Hagakure in Towa City as he's saved by former captive Kanon Nakajima, and the two of them try to survive the Monokumas and find a way to escape. The novel's state of canon is unclear, but it doesn't directly contradict anything in the main series continuity in terms of plot progression.

The problem with UDH (well, for Hiro anyway. Kanon is a whole other can of worms for the Leonalysis) is that UDH establishes Hiro as a pedophile. Kanon is 15, and says as much in her internal dialogue, but Hiro(who introduces himself as mid-20s) spends the LN being attracted to her, and that attraction combined with his money-hunger pushes him to stick with her, hoping to squeeze money out of her rich father upon their escape. He describes her as 'the type to have a baby by 21', and there are multiple instances of him being turned on by her, either while she's fighting the Monokumas or when she ends up physically leaned against him. All around, it's just a really unfortunate choice they made for his character that serves nothing to the main plot besides acting as a way to emphasize how cute Kanon is. Why did they choose to have Hiro act in this way towards Kanon? Simple: UDH is a fetish novel.

UDH adds no significant development to the worldbuilding or its pre-established characters, with two exceptions- Hiro, and Leon. Both become victims of immoral fetish content, though Leon at least gets the shield of plausible deniability from an unreliable narrator. Hiro doesn't get that since we see his first-person perspective. The plot of UDH is structured around Kanon, despite its being named after Hiro, and centers on her feelings of lust and desire for a relationship, using the setting of UDG as a backdrop. Hiro is an older man than Kanon, and Leon is Kanon's cousin. Both of these characters had their names and base personalities recycled to act as her love interests, as an excuse to write fetish content. It's as simple as that. And Hiro in particular suffers because he's the living and present man of the two, so to make the content, he's given perverted, sexual thoughts about Kanon, a 15 year old girl, as a grown adult in his 20s, not because it's something Hiro would've done, but because it's part of the older-guy fetish. It's unnecessary for his character, and doesn't appear at all in the next and final appearance he has in the series, nor does it ever come up outside of this LN.

UDH is a dark spot on the history of Yasuhiro Hagakure, and one of dubious canon at that. But it's still important to acknowledge that was written and released as official content within the DR franchise, and therefore, must be part of this character dissection. Ultimately, I've come to the conclusion that, due to the entire LN being primarily fetish content, it can't in good conscience be held up as part of Yasuhiro's own character. However, it is reflective of Kodaka's lack of care in the treatment of Yasuhiro Hagakure as a character.

Part 10- Danganronpa 3: Future Arc

Hiro, alongside Makoto, Kyoko, and Hina, are brought back as part of the lineup for DR3's Future Arc, participating in a new killing game with 12 new characters.

10.1- Character Design Pt 2

Hiro's design is updated to his Future Foundation uniform, with his pant sleeves rolled up, his blazer over his shoulders, and a bright blue tie. His locs are now pulled back, he's wearing thin-wire glasses, and he's pictured holding his crystal ball(though again, it breaks in the 1st episode).

10.2- Hiro's Subplot

In the first episode of the Future Arc, Hiro's left out of the meeting by the others and told to wait outside. He's then left out of the killing game and locked outside the building by accident when the exits are blown up, and left to fend for himself in occasional clips for over half of the season until Byakuya shows up to break into the building.

His only role in the anime is an occasional cutaway to him wondering what's going on inside, only to be shot at by a helicopter with a machine gun and barely survive unscathed. The anime straight up tells the audience the reason for this in one of the opening recaps:

He's the only survivor from THH not to play a significant role as well, as Makoto, Kyoko, and Hina are active in the kg, Byakuya is the one to lead the rescue effort, and Toko and Jack get a dedicated episode in Towa City with Komaru to hunt down Monaca. All this to say, his occasional bit of barely surviving is all he gets in comparison, which isn't much.

10.3- Byakuya Togami

As the only character Hiro has significant interaction with in the season, the relationship between Hiro and Byakuya is mildly expanded upon. Once Byakuya arrives, Hiro immediately falls in line beside him, following orders to lay explosives and try to break into the building, complaining all the while as Byakuya watches and directs him. It's all reminiscent of their relationship at the endgame of THH; however, Byakuya appears to be more fond of Hiro at this point, stopping him from triggering the trap in the lobby and keeping him out of danger at his own risk. In that vein of logic, Hiro being told to stay outside by not only Byakuya, but also Makoto, Hina, and Kyoko wasn't because 'no one likes him', it was because of genuine concern that he'd get caught up in something that wasn't his fault. It was because they liked him that he was safe.

Part 11- Racism in Danganronpa

As we've seen, Hiro is a character without much of a story to talk about. He's got his bit moments, and a banterous dynamic with the other survivors from THH, but even in his own novel, he doesn't have his own plot to speak of, nor does he ever receive any significant character growth in 8 years of DR history by real-world years. He is wholly a gag character, meant to be messy, stupid, and altogether unimportant in comparison to the rest of the cast. And to call this anything other than flat-out racism would be flat-out ignorance.

First off, in a series with over 100 characters, Hiro is one of 3-4 characters who are canonically dark-skinned(I can't remember if Akane was dark-skinned or is in "it's just a tan" club with Hina, Sakura, Teruteru, and Gonta). Of those, he's one of two black men, and the other is a racist caricature whose sole purpose is to die in demonstration of a 'game mechanic'(Daisaku Bandai). So already, we can clearly see that black men, as well as any other dark-skinned characters, aren't prioritized in DR's narrative.

When it comes to Hiro specifically, though, the specifics of his character- his design, his backstory, and the perception the other characters have of him- all at least partially stem from blatantly racist stereotypes. It's not just a matter of lack of rep, it's a matter of stereotypical and often outright offensive representation.

Scroll back up to see Hiro's THH design again. He's dressed in multiple layers, making him look 'grungy', like he doesn't care about his appearance, and he's the only dark-skinned character to have a black hairstyle throughout the entire series. There's a point in the game where, if you choose to speak to him in a group setting, Genocide Jill refers to him as "Afro Thunder" as a derogatory remark. Even from a character that gives everyone nicknames, this is clearly racism, as the other nicknames are plays on the characters' names ('Big Mac' for Makoto, 'Tick Tock' for Taka, etc).

While the details of Hiro's backstory aren't fully expanded upon, we do have enough information from his mother, Hiroko, and some of his dialogue in THH to have enough of an idea. Hiroko was a teen mother, and considering Hiro is in his mid-20s(23 at the youngest) while Hiroko is around 36 during the events of UDG according to the UDG artbook, that would mean she had him at age 13, at the oldest. In addition, Hiroko isn't dark-skinned, meaning that either Hiro got his color solely from his father, or his mother was biracial and just didn't get those genes. In addition, we know that his father wasn't around for most of his life, as he left Hiroko for an unspecified act she 'let go on too long,' which implies infidelity. We do know his dad was around long enough for Hiro to remember him, though, as he's able to recall an instance where his father burned their house down due to smoking in bed. Now, this may be on me, but the implication all this seems to suggest is that his father, who would've been black, left his family and left the teen mother to raise Hiro on her own, and that the one depiction we receive of him paints him as irresponsible for causing a house fire. It's not expressly canon, but it's the implication the given information leaves for the player, and is eerily similar to the stereotype that black men are irresponsible and absent fathers that knock up younger women.

Throughout all of THH, Hiro is perceived as stupid. Just about every character that interacts with Hiro calls him an idiot at least once, and he's repeatedly portrayed as not understanding what's going on around him. The only character that's ever less aware than he is at any given time is Genocide Jack or Toko, and that's because the two don't share memories. In chapter 3, his supposed idiocy is emphasized as the reason Celeste targeted and pinned a double-murder on him, and how she was able to get away with framing him for so long. Almost everyone agreed with her that Hiro's idiocy explained away the flaws in logic from his perspective as a killer. Byakuya even says as such("He probably thought that if nobody saw his face, it wouldn't matter if he was seen. Because he's an idiot, you see."). He falls for every little lie Monokuma drops over the course of the game, to the point where he contradicts himself at the start of the final trial. There's a moment in chapter 5 where Hina goes on about how stupid he is, and asks him what 10+10 is. It offends him to the point he forgets what question she asked, and when he asks her to repeat herself, she just says "Don't worry. You've already answered it." Even Makoto, the POV character who we're meant to project ourselves as player onto, goes on about how stupid and disorganized he is at multiple instances when talking to him. Not only do the other characters perceive him as stupid, but the game wants you as player to perceive him as stupid, too, at the detriment of his own characterization as a successful and sleazy businessman who's made millions. Stupid, disorganized idiots who spend $1M on a glass ball aren't normally charismatic and clever enough to be making that much at such a young age from the ground up.

And maybe, maybe, if Hiro were the only instance where a dark-skinned character were subject to this volume of stereotypes, and the rest of the dark-skinned characters were all excellently developed and unique and well, not written consistently with racist tropes, then you could try to make the argument that this was by mistake. That it wasn't fully intentional, or that the creator was just trying to make a variety of characters, whatever. But every single dark-skinned (or tanned) character in the series suffers from some kind of racist trope. If it's not this, or being a blatant caricature like Bandai, it's being a monster brute who's viewed as an inhuman monster(Sakura, Gonta), it's being an islander cultist who follows some indigenous violent god(Angie), etc. The racism within Danganronpa's dark-skinned characters is inherently a part of their characters, to the point where you cannot separate the sins of the author from the character. Yasuhiro Hagakure is a byproduct of racism, and it holds him back as a character from being expanded upon outside of what the stereotype allows so long as he's written by his creators.

Part 12- Fortune Telling Does Matter (Why we should care)

We've now thoroughly dissected Yasuhiro Hagakure and his role, or often lqack thereof, in the story. He's a gag character built on racist tropes that the creator didn't give a fuck about, and was lent out for a fetish piece. He's an idiot, a useless guy whose own creator built to be pointed at and laughed at. Why should anyone care about Hiro? The answer comes in the epilogue of THH, from Hiro himself:

"...Ah! I get it now! If there's no road, you just gotta build one! Creation... Fate is telling me to remake the world! That's... my hope! I've reached the next stage! The next chapter of Yasuhiro Hagakure's Life Story is about to begin!"

'If there's no road, you just gotta build one.' Hiro was made with racism, yes, and went underused in the source material, but that doesn't mean that was all there was to his character. If you dig into the work, you'll find a passionate man that cares deeply for his interest in the unknown, someone who researches and collects artifacts in his free time, and who genuinely believes in his clairvoyance, and used that passion and belief to build a career and life for himself. The pieces are in place for his story to continue, and if the source material won't do it, then well, can't we? Danganronpa is known for its love and attention to detail of its characters. Each and every character is designed with the potential to become the protagonist of their own story. That includes Hiro. He does have the potential to rise past the source material in the right hands, and those could be your hands. Who's to say? Maybe there's some unwritten genius hidden within that next chapter. That's the beauty of fanwork; untapped potential can become a fan favorite if you know where to look.

Afterword

"Hey guys, Sayakanalysis is taking a while, I want an easy one next." Well look how that turned out. This shit was NOT easy, not by a long shot. I've come to the conclusion that there is no easy character to analyze in this godforsaken series

That said, I am happy with how this turned out. Even if Hiro is a bit all over the place, I genuinely like him a lot more now! There's actually a lot of fun to be had with his character if you're willing to look deeper into him; that's what I want people to take away from this

Anyways, it'll probably be a nice long wait for the next one because uh. Junko is next. And V3 is basically the only time she doesn't show up soooooooo hope you enjoyed catch ya later

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Dark kind of love.

Part 1-

WARNINGS: Dom!Ghostface x fem!sub!reader, reader is in collage, ddlg (kinda), virgin!reader, also whoever had that hc that ghostie wears pj pants under his robe is so real and I’m using that, creampie, p in v, stalker!ghostface, MAYBE Danny Johnson…, ghostie is kinda a simp, reader is definitely falling for him, blood, carving of name into lower back, reader giving head, reader has a vag, clit play, hair pulling, praise kink, also some minor humiliation:3 ENJOY!!!

You lay in your comfy bed as you hear the clock strike 12:00.

You have had a relatively normal day. You got up, went to class, got lunch, and came back home to do homework. You were the lonely type. Not many people suited your type, vice versa, so you lived alone.

You lived in a sad little one story house not far from your school, it was a short walk, so you didn’t mind.

You sigh as you put get up from your bed to turn the lights around the house off. As you get closer to your room, you get an eerie feeling, but you can’t figure it out.

He’s been waiting for this day, patiently waiting. Watching you everyday, finding out your favorite spots to be, practically following you around like a puppy. He found your house relatively quick, all he had to do was follow you home. You never even knew.

He drove into your neighborhood and parked block away from your house, walking the rest of the way. You never even knew.

He awaits to enter now. He’s already looked at all of your windows, and, somehow, you left your bedroom window open today…poor girl.

Today was finally the day he was going to kill you.

You crawl into bed after shutting all of the lights off. Exhaustion flows over you after having a tiring week, all you can think about is sleep.

You roll over, thinking about the eerie feeling, but brushing it off thinking it was just a coincidence. Everything feels normal until you hear a tapping on your windows.

“What the fuck?” You say in a whisper. You hear giggling coming from outside your window. You assume it’s just some drunk students ending up at the wrong place.

“Go home, man. I got finals tomorrow.” You grunt as you start to get up to lock the window. You rub your eyes as you begin to reach the window to lock it, but before you can do that, a gloved hand pulls it open.

“Hey!“ you exclaim, “what the-“

“Nuh uh uh.” A man wearing a ghastly mask spoke.

“Oh. Is this some sort of prank? What do you want? C’mon man.” Your voice starts to tremble.

He giggles through his nose, “Oh, I promise this isn’t a prank, sweetheart.”

“Then what is it that you want from me?” You question as he starts to fit himself through the window, making it into your house.

He pulls out his knife, “I want your life. It’s that simple, love.” His tone of voice excited and proud

Fuck. You bolt for the door to exit your room, but as soon as you turn away from him to risk it all, his gloved hand grips your wrist, leaving marks.

You quietly shriek, thinking about all the ways that he could murder you.

“Could I offer something else?” You look up at him, pleading being the next best thing.

He shuts the window and walks over to your bed, sitting down on it.

“And what might that be, hm? Ya’ really think you’ve got anything?” He snorts as plays with his knife, ripping your sheets.

“You could, um, take my virginity. If you want.” You spoke timidly, waiting impatiently for his answer. He takes a long while, finding himself a bit dumbfounded.

You look down to see the bulge in his thick black robe. Maybe it was because you were braless in a white t-shirt with a thong on, maybe it was your plead, or maybe it was both.

He stands up, towering over your small frame, “I could make that work, sweetheart. But don’t you fucking dare expect that I won’t keep coming back.”

You barely sigh of relief until he manhandles you and tosses you onto your bed. He pulls out his knife from a pocket in his robe and cuts off your panties with them, making sure not to cut you because you’re his property, now.

He lifts up his robe, to your surprise he’s wearing fuzzy pajamas pants and some black and white vans. He slides down his pants and his boxers to reveal his cock. It’s more long than girthy, but it’s still thick, more so than you think you can take, especially for your first time.

You speak up, “I don’t…I can’t take it, it’s too big..” he glares down at you, towering over your bottomless body.

“I’ll fucking make it fit.” He growls as he speaks. Your blood turns cold as you start to regret your decision. You whimper at his response and let it be.

He pulls your hand to meet his shaft and lets you pump him a couple times. Your hands grip tightly around his dick, gently squeezing it.

“I don’t know how to-“ you stammer as he guides your hand up and down his cock, before he tilts your head down, forcing it your mouth and down your throat.

You whimper and gag before he goes a bit slower and speaks to you.

“Shhh. Shush babydoll, daddy will take care of it. Just be a good fucking girl and take it, will ya?” You continue to whimper, tears start pouring down your cheeks as you take him so deep and so good in your throat.

“Uh-huh. Atta girl, just like that.” He continues forcing himself down your throat, blocking out your attempted cries. He finally slows down enough to let you breathe. You slowly slide your mouth off of his shaft and let him lift your chin up. Your saliva creates a line from your mouth to his cock, but it’s broken once he snaps your neck up to look at him.

“I- I didn’t know how to- I’m sor-“ he puts his hand through your hair, gripping at it, making you stop.

He turns you over onto your back making you arch your back. He snickers at the sight of you like this. He grips your hips with his big hands, squeezing and squishing your plump ass. He was in control, and you let it happen. You weren’t completely scared, you loved this feeling of him taking you over.

“You did great babydoll. No need to apologize.” You know he’s definitely smirking behind the mask by the tone of his voice.

Before you can even think about the situation, he’s already grazing his tip over your dripping cunt. With a strong thrust, he enters your right wet pussy.

“Goddamn, princess. You’re so tight. Fucking perfect.” He gawks at your tightness. “Could fuck this all damn day.” He presumes.

You whimper and cry as he stuffs himself fully inside of you, bottoming out in you.

“t’ much…can’t take it. Fuck. ghostface-“ you grip the sheets and sob into the mattress as he relentlessly thrusts inside of you, making your bleed.

“Say that again. Now!” He commands. He grabs your hair and makes his hand into a fist with it, using it at his mercy.

He pulls tighter on your hair, demanding a response, “g-ghost..face!”

“Thaaaats it, good girl. takin’ me so good. You fuckin’ love this, dontcha, doll.” He grabs his knife and drags the tip of it down your back, making you press up harder against his groin. He carves something into your lower right back, close to your asscheeks. You yelp and sob harder from the pain.

“Holy- Fuck. Princess, if you keep making those noises I will fucking breed you.” Hot, white noise clouds his brain as the sound of your pain fills his ears. He moves his hands from your hips to take one of his gloves off. His ungloved hand goes down to your pussy. He takes his middle and ring finger to rub your clit in small circles.

“mmhpmm’ it hurts! hurts s’ bad…feels s’ good..” white floods your vision as you get closer and closer to cumming.

“Dontcha just fuckin’ love this? Good fucking girl.” Haze flows over both of you in a rush. He continues to thrust, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Fuck! Cant fucking take it! gonnacum! Mm! Cummingcummingcumminh!” Every word you say comes out all together in a slur.

Ghostface continues to sloppily pound into your sore pussy, grunting loud and wildly. He mouths incoherent words as he fully fills your cunt up with thick, warm ropes of cum.

You cum so much and so aggressively that you end up passing out on your bed. In the meanwhile, ghostie decided to go into your bathroom and look for any type of birth control, luckily your mom had given you a Plan B the day you left for collage “in case anything happened”. He grabs a pair of clean panties from your laundry basket and puts it on your nightstand with the Plan B.

“What- did we?” You look up to ghostface who is towering over your sitting figure. He caresses your face with his gloved hand.

“Shhhshh it’s okay princess.” He somehow comforts you by his whole demeanor. He’s supposed to be scary, why aren’t you scared?

You nuzzle your head into his hand even more, looking up at him.

“You’re such a slut for letting a psycho breed ya, but such a good girl for it, aren’t you? My little cumslut? That’s whatcha fuckin’ are.” He forcibly nods your head with his hand as he giggles. You should probably be fighting him and be disagreeing, but you smirk and let it happen.

He lets go of your face and points to the birth control and panties.

“Are you just going to leave me?” Sadness comes to you that shouldn’t even be there, making tears form.

“I’ll be back. You’ll see me around.” He walks towards the window, knowing that he shouldn’t be feeling this way over a victim. He jumps back out the window.

“Oh, by the way, sweetheart, good luck with those final.” He giggles as he fades into the early morning.

You get up from your bed to lock the window, but as soon as the do that you feel an almost excruciating pain in your lower back.

What the fuck?! You’d almost forgotten that he’d carved something into you. You walk up to your full length mirror as you view the bleeding cut on your back.

D.J

“what the-“ you said aloud.

That must be his initials…

You put on your new panties and down the Plan B, before looking at the note that he’d left you.

“I’ll be back for more. Don’t you fucking DARE let anyone touch you.”

#ghostface smut #ghostface #dead by daylight ghostface #scream #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #slasher #slasher smut

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skunaskitten · 11 months

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(i was lazy with the photo cover but his reaction in this is valid)

Holloween Party

Paring: sukuna x female reader

Contains: smut, fluff, teasing and mocking sukuna

Summary: Yuji had invited you to a holloween party event with the rest of the group. Since there was a costume dress up, you wanted to do the best thing you can think of. Dressing like the king of curses. You later find out how the king himself thinks of your attire.

You were so excited for this party that Yuji had invited you to. Even though you did not like parties you did like Halloween and yuji. But the reason why you liked yuji was because you had a crush on the king of curses.

Sometimes when yuji was asleep you would go talk to sukuna instead. He said many terrible words and threats to you. The more time you spent with him, the more he became closer to you and actually liked talking to you, hearing your thoughts on the world.

He loved the way you teased itadori calling him a brat and how you always knocked him on his ass when training. It made sukuna laugh while sitting on his bone throne or just laying around in yuji’s head.

Now here you were dressing up in your most greatest idea of a costume you could ever think of. It made people feel fear when gazing at the king or even hearing of him. You chuckled and smiled putting on the last mark on your face and laughed with excitement. "Yes! It's perfect they are going to freak out."

Everyone was in the banquet room of the school waiting for you as they stood around talking and eating. Yuji began to worry as he looked at the time on his phone and frowned. "Where is she?"

He worried that you might have changed your mind. "Hey Megumi, I am going to her place to see if she is alright." Megumi waved him off saying whatever. Yuji walked to the front door and opened only to get startled and yelled.

Gojo had walked over hearing yuji then saw what he yelled for as he slid down his sunglasses with a smirk. Yuji stepped back as you smiled with open arms saying " what is there something on my face?" You stepped in as gojo laughed saying "you look better than sukuna himself."

As you walked past them and headed into the party everyone stopped to look at you with their mouths dropped open and stayed quiet.

You looked close enough to the king himself, just female. The copy of tattoos on your face with the extra drawn on eyes of his. The white kimono just like his with his shoes and the tattoos around your wrist. What topped it all off was the pink you had put in your hair. "Hello brats."

Through the whole party you were the talk of the night. You looked at everyone's costumes for the party. Gojo was going to come as himself but yuji and the others said no. So they drew extra eyes on his face to make six. Nabora came as a devil, with horns, a pointed tail and pitch fork wearing a skin tight black clothing. Megumi was forced to be a werewolf. Yuji and nabora bought him the outfit with spike collar, ears and a tail, he didn't look too happy.

Panda was supposed to be a normal panda bear so he carried a bamboo stick. Maki was dressed as a samurai. Toge was dressed like a frog. Todo a bull with fur pants and horns. The best for last was yuji, dressed in a tiger onesie. You admit he looked really cute in that, as you smile at his shocked expression from seeing you.

Throughout the night everyone was commenting on your dress up as sukuna. No one hasn't really seen the king of curses in his domain dressed in his kimono. But you let them understand sukuna does wear a kimono and you have seen it only once.

You were at the food table getting snacks stuffing your face just as you looked over seeing Yuji watching you. When you looked at him you noticed one of the slits under his eyes open. The little red eye staring at you then closed. Yuji rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey sorry sukuna wanted to see you. You look really good by the way. Like really cool. Better than sukuna." He chuckled as you giggled then slipped a hand into the kimono saying "I appreciate your efforts of flattery brat. But not enough to seduce me. Gambre gambre." Yuji looked at you surprised then started to laugh.

After a few hours at the party you thought enough was enough for tonight so you walked back to your dorm room with yuji beside. The both of you walk close together talking and laughing. When you entered your room, having you back to Yuji, you heard him grunting. You looked over seeing him hunched over and concern filled your face. "Yuji you alright?"

He raised up, closing your door with a slam and you gazed at the tattoos on his face and four red eyes.

"Sukuna!?"

He smirked and said "brat. You think it's funny to mock me."

"No but admit it, I look better. Who knows maybe I am the real king of curses." You held up two fingers and moved them in ways if you tried to slash him. Sukuna crossed his arms raising and eyes brow staring at you. You sighed then walked over to him and pressed yourself against his body. "Hey sukuna, you look cute in the tiger outfit even more with your tattoos out." He growled then quickly ripped it open revealing him in only his underwear. Your eyes roamed over his body seeing the muscle and tattoos.

He grabbed your hips staring at you with a smirk "so now that I am here how about I show who the king really is." You smirked back at him saying "gambre gambre." Sukuna growled then said "strip." "You dare demand me." Sukuna let out a sigh then grabbed your jaw between his fingers and leaned down. Not realizing what he was doing until your felt his lips against yours.

Your lips pressed against his and reached behind you to untie the back of the kimono and stripped it off. No one knew that you got close to sukuna and developed feelings for him as he did with you. Yuji only knew of this since he is the vessel for sukuna he had to know. Sweet as yuji is, he kept it a secret when he came back mid kiss with sukuna. You freaked out and began to cry to him not to tell anyone only because yuji cared for you and liked you as well. He kept his mouth shut.

Sukuna pulled away from you to look at your body seeing you only laced bra and panties under that kimono and more copy marking of himself across your body.

"I do see, little one not so bad at copying me. But not as good as how I look." Your eyes went to sukuna’s body as he smirked. "Yea you see that sweetheart, the look in your eyes. You wanted to be a little slut didn't you. Wearing nothing underneath that kimono. Just waiting for me to come to you."

"Sukuna, please take me." You leaned more onto the bed and spread your legs. He chuckled and leaned over your body then pushed his hips against your. You could feel his cock rubbing against your clothed folds making you whimper. "Huh what happened to that snarky attitude sweetheart? Now you are whimpering like a whore." You gave him a slap on his chest hearing the smack echo in the room. "Don't talk like that to me punk."

Sukuna chuckled then brought his lips to your neck and sucked on your precious skin. He opened his mouth to lick the bruises he left and took a soft bite to your skin and raked his teeth across your neck. You let out a moan wrapping your arms around his neck and arched your body against his. Sukuna chuckled as you felt it rumble through his chest.

You needed him even after all he does to your friends, to yuji and the world you could not help but to see another side of him. The other side that just needed someone to care for who he is.

You slightly pushed him away unblinking your bra letting your breast spring free in his face then wiggled out of your underwear. spreading your legs back open for him to view your glistening flesh.

"Look at that so wet and dripping for me already. It's been so long since I've been inside a woman. I am giving you a warning now, I might get a little rough." Sukuna removed the rest of his clothing, his cock spring up stiff and the pink tip leaked with pre cum. Your eyes stared at it, seeing the black markings across his shaft. A smirk formed on your lips into a smile with a giggle. He raised an eyebrow and said "what are you laughing at punk?!"

"It's a turn on to see your cock with markings. Pretty sexy." Sukuna scoffed, grabbed your wrist, moved them above your head and held them there with one hand. His eyes trailed over the drawn on marking across your chest then looked to your eyes. He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself then slid his tip across your folds. Starting to circle your clit with his tip smearing his cum across your folds. You whimpered more and bucked your hips while your fingers tried to scratch at his hand holding your wrist down.

"Sukuna please, I need you."

"Look at that got you begging for the real king of curses. What is it you want darling this?" He slid just the tip into your entrance feeling you trying to clench around it. "Yes, my king give it to me please. Nothing will ever compare to you." You begged for him, hearing his chuckle. "As you wish my queen."

Sukuna snapped his hips forward pushing inside of you making you moan out loud. "Now darling you have to be quiet. The others will hear you." He removed his hand from your wrist then clamped it over your mouth as you felt lips on his palm and a tongue lick your lips. You parted your lips letting the tongue on his hand slip inside your mouth. You hummed against his hand battling the tongue as he started to move his hips, sliding all the way inside you till the base of him.

He let out a heavy groan feeling the warmth of your walls around his shaft and smirked on how you took all of him. When he started to slowly rock his hips you felt his thick cock sliding back and forth inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him.

"That is a good girl. Taking me so well already. Fuck your tight. You like to feel my fat cock inside you." You hummed against his hand, making out with the mouth then he pulled it away leaving a string of saliva from both mouths. Sukuna grabbed your hips with a tight squeeze and looked at you with a devilish smile.

"Don't scream too loud darling."

As you felt his finger tips dig into your skin as he held you in place with every hard thrust. You gazed at his abs seeing them flex with every thrust then looked up to him, your cheeks flushed.

"Sukuna more please, deeper."

Sukuna grabbed your legs and swiftly lifted them to his shoulders and bent you in half. Feeling the new angle made your heart flutter and pussy tighter around him.

"Yea you like that slut. Hmm tell me who do you belong to?" He pounded into you harder and deeper, hitting your good spot over and over. "Sukuna, I belong to you my king!" Your hands went into his hair and trailed them over his shoulders digging your nails into them. "That is a good girl. My queen. Now let me give you more of what you need."

His thrust got harder rutting into you feeling your walls tighten his lips latched to your neck sucking and biting. "Yes sukuna right there don't stop!" Your heavy breaths mixed with his grunts as he clawed into your pillow. You know it's been many years for sukuna. So you let him have his way with you beside you enjoying it. His powerful hips rocking your body hearing the bed creak under the two of you. The sound is sex filling your dorm room.

Sukuna continued to thrust, feeling your wet warm walls squeezing around his cock. "Fuck darling tell me where you want it?"

You bit your lip, laying your head back and moaned. "Inside me sukuna I want to feel all of you inside me." He chuckled and said "oh dirty girl wants seed, wanting me to fill you up and make a baby in you with the brats cum."

You moaned, feeling a pleasure build in your womb as you latched onto him squeezing around him. "Sukuna..I can't hold it." "Let it out my queen. Cum for me. Show me that you're a good girl."

You yelled out his name, creaming around his cock as he pounded out your orgasm and found his release. Groans of your name filled your ear and painted your velvet walls white. He stopped his thrusts to look at you and smirked. "Don't get tired of me no my love I am not finished with you yet. I will show those sorcerer brats who you belong to." When he pulled out you saw his cock covered with a sheen of white and still stiff. "Let's see if you can handle me darling. I will let you be on top this one time. Don't make a habit."

Sukuna laid onto his back as you smiled and climbed over him and sat down on his cock feeling it go into you slowly inch by inch. "Too slow brat." He grabbed your hips digging claws into your skin and slammed you down onto him. You gasped out a yelp mixed with a moan then started to roll your hips. "Bet the brat is enjoying the view, probably making a mess of himself."

He thrusted up into you hard and with each thrust you could hear the smack of your juices leaking around him and the air being forced out your lungs. He kept a hold of your hips hard, it was going to leave you with bruises later. You didn't care you wanted him to mark you. You wanted the world to know that sukuna did have a soft spot for you.

Sukuna bucked his hips up watching your breast bounce with each pound of his thrust. Moans and heavy breath escaped you while bouncing on top of him and dug your nails into his wrist. Feeling yourself close you laid your head back chanting his name as sukuna smirked. "Are you my good girl?!" "Yes, Sukuna, I am your good girl!"

He chuckled, feeling you ride him and bounce on his cock, the way your walls clamp around him and creaming. "Ahh yes cum darling, lose control on your king." He rutted up into you releasing his seed deep inside you for the second time as you yelled out his name not caring about who hears you. Sukuna pounded your orgasm while you pressed your hands onto his chest and looked at him breathing hard. When you looked at his face you smiled at him then pulled yourself off his cock feeling everything come out of you. Your body laid limp on the bed beside him catching your breath. You noticed his body had smeared of black ink across his skin from the markings you put on yourself, they were also smudged across your body. Sukuna eyed the love bites he left on your neck and shoulders. You looked over at him and smiled then nuzzled against him making him groan and roll his eyes.

"I am not here to cuddle you. I just needed my release." You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck saying "you are still my king sukuna just know I will be here later if you need me." Sukuna smirked saying "I know my queen you can not escape me now."

Sukuna swapped back with yuji after you fell asleep leaving the boy in shock to see both your naked bodies against each other. Yuji had a deep blush covering his cheeks as he stared at you then placed your blanket over you. Sukuna forms his mouth on yujis hand, chuckling and says "you are welcome brat, but don't get any ideas y/n is mine."

Ahhh imagine dressing up like him just to see his reaction. I done it before dressing like him and the kimono is so comfy i see why he wears it.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader

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sk-lumen · 4 months

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It's always fascinating to see the day-to-day effect of a woman in touch with her divine feminine. Whenever I wear my pink dresses in my "barbie retro housewife" aesthetic with heels and my Dior perfumes I get such a strong reaction that I do wonder why.

"Women aren't so feminine nowadays," is the popular response. So when people do see a very feminine woman, it's first of all surprising because it's a rarity, and second of all it's always stunning to see a woman shining bright in her sacred feminine energy. She just has a certain glow that everyone flocks to, like a moth the the flame.

And this reminded me of a discussion I had with a friend some weeks ago - she mentioned how girls/women in 2024 dress in such a masculine way, with baggy pants and baggy shirts and sports shoes. And indeed, both in my city, my country and abroad while traveling, I found this to be true.

She saw it as a "them" issue. I think it's easy to say that girls these days have lost touch with their femininity, and essentially shift all the fault on them. But nothing is that black and white. I empathize with these girls because I was there too, before I stepped out of my shell and felt more comfortable and safe being feminine.

Yes, it's social media and fashion and whatever celebrities and influencers are turning into a trend at each given time. But it's also the undeniable fact that, most likely, these girls grew up in school, highschool, college etc. facing situations and environments (or maybe even their childhood upbringing/home setting) that made them feel unsafe, their every choice and habit and outfit was criticized, maybe they even got harassed or bullied.

Maybe they did dress in cute outfits and skirts at some point, and then got criticized for showing too much skin or dressing indecently, even though it was a perfectly normal outfit. And then getting criticized for dressing like men, but at least they feel safe(r) because either way people will judge them.

I think it's important to accord more grace and understanding, and instead of being judgemental, actually hold space for other girls and if possible, offering guidance in reconnecting with their femininity. It can be such a gift when you tap into your intuition, your healing energy, your empathy and nurturing energy. But not everybody knows how to get there, or has the resources for it, or even wants to. And that's okay too - everyone has their own choice.

#lumen's essays #essays #writings #body positivity #body dysmorphia #femininity #divine feminine #social media #fashion

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miss-hyoko · 2 years

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His Clothes

Character(s): Jade and Floyd

Summary: You wear his clothes and he caught you red-handed

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, established relationship, a bit spoiler for the character's dorm uniform voice lines

Note: Although I said I would post something once every three days, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a while. So, here I am delivering these two eels for you (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

1. Jade Leech

Wishing to spend more time with your boyfriend, you decided to help him at Mostro Lounge. Even if it's a little tiring, at least you get to spend some time with Jade. But while you were busy taking the customer orders, one of the customers accidentally spilled their drink on your shirts.

Seeing that your front shirt was soaked with juice, Jade just chuckled while shaking his head before handing you his bedroom key, saying that you could borrow one of his clothes.

So, here you are, in Jade's room and going through his wardrobe. When you find his spare dorm uniform hanging neatly, there's this sudden urge in your head to try it on.

And what can you do besides following that urge of yours? So, against your better judgement, you took his dorm uniform and started trying it on. The result….

“The uniform is too big….” You winced, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

When Jade wears his dorm uniform, he always looks very gentlemanly, while at the same time he still has this dangerous aura around him. But when you try on the same clothes, you look like a child trying on their parents' clothes. It's all because of your height difference with him is quite far. But really, there weren't many people who could rival Jade's height. So, the problem is not your height. Jade is just too big for human size.

When you try on his uniform, the light-purple undershirt is long enough to cover half of your thighs. As for the pants…. well, the waist was too wide for you to fit into, so you decided not to wear them and continued wearing his white bow tie, Octavinelle's signature lavender-gray scarf, and the black suit. With white gloves and another spare black fedora that Jade has, you successfully nailed your boyfriend look.

But for some reason, it feels like something is missing, doesn't it? Oh, that's right! His signature smile! Jade wouldn't be Jade without his ever present customer service smile.

So, putting one hand in front of your chest, you mustered your most polite smile, and with the softest voice you have, you try to imitate your boyfriend's way of speaking.

“No need to be so concerned. I only wish to help. Ha ha ha, it's an honor to have you call on me. I know the secret to making all your dreams come true.”

“Oh my, I didn't know you had this kind of hobby, my pearl.”

Hearing your boyfriend's friendly voice, you suddenly turned around and found his standing in the doorway, looking at you full of amusement. With his usual smirk donning his handsome face, he walks towards you with unhurried steps.

“I came to check on you because you took a while to change. But it seems there's nothing to worry about, seeing you enjoying your time trying on my uniform and trying to impersonate me,” he said while fixing the bow tie you were wearing.

“Are you angry?” You ask, a little nervous. “Since I wear your uniform without your permission…”

Hearing your question, Jade chuckled softly. “Why should I be angry? It's a little surprising, but it's a pleasant surprise.”

Just as you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jade suddenly leaned over and whispered softly in your ear.

“Besides, I also like your little impersonation of me. Say, how about we wear the Octavinelle uniform for our next date? I can get one for you from Azul, you know.”

2. Floyd Leech

When you visit Mostro Lounge, you expect to see your boyfriend working. Unfortunately, you came at the wrong time. Floyd is still at school because the basketball club is suddenly holding an impromptu meeting regarding the game they will take part in next week. Normally, Floyd wouldn't join a boring meeting like that, but this time the whole team tried hard to make him stay because he is one of the key players.

Jade or Azul will usually chat with you until Floyd comes back and takes your attention away. But today Mostro Lounge was too crowded so the two of them couldn't accompany you. And because you didn't want Azul to ask you to help in the lounge, you immediately fled to Floyd's room.

Once you enter his room, you find that Floyd's room hasn't changed at all since your last visit. It's still a mess.

Sighing, you rolled up your sleeves and started cleaning Floyd's room. Even though you call it cleaning, you're actually just throwing away the trash and returning things to their original position.

While picking up his things, you find his dorm uniform suit lying on the chair. Looking at the suit, you suddenly imagine your boyfriend's figure when working at Mostro Lounge while wearing his dorm uniform. With his droopy eyes, wide grin, and lazy voice, Floyd Leech always manages to catch your attention. If you wore it, would you be look as good as it is in Floyd?

…. He won't mind, right?

With that kind of thought, you started looking for the other parts of Floyd's dorm uniform. After successfully finding all the other parts, you immediately put on the uniform.

Standing in front of the mirror, you stare in awe at your reflection. Even if you're only wearing the top of the uniform -because Floyd's pants are too big for you- you really feel like totally a different person. The uniform is a little big on you, but you still feel satisfied with your new appearance. The light-purple undershirt covered in a black suit, accompanied by a white bow tie, makes you seem like an intellectual. Guess what Vil said is indeed true, clothes can change people.

You then wear white gloves, a lavender-gray scarf, and a black fedora hat that is the trademark of Octavinelle's dorm uniform. Satisfied, you then started trying to imitate Floyd's character when he was doing his job at Mostro Lounge.

Putting your left hand on your right shoulder, you tilt your head a little while your face is donned with a cheeky grin. Then, with a lazy-like mannerism, you said to the mirror in front of you.

“You got a very serious problem? There might be something we can do. Heh heh heh... Don't be so scared. I just wanna give you a nice squeeze.”

Before you can compliment your imitation, something -or rather, someone- has already seized you up.

“Guppy!”

Floyd's unique shriek entered your ears, stopping you who were about to struggle. Well, it's not like you can really free yourself from the eel's strong embrace, considering how tight his hands wrapped around your body.

“My little guppy is so cute, tryin' to imitate this eel~” Floyd nudged his cheek on the top of your head while chuckling.

“You… you don't mind me wearing your dorm uniform?” you ask rather anxiously.

“Nope~” Floyd answered quickly without having to think twice. “If it were someone else, I would definitely squeeze them dry. But since it's you, I don't mind at all.”

You just breathed a sigh of relief, but then Floyd let go of his arms and looked up at you with a frown.

“But it feels… somethin' is missing.”

Floyd's words made you suddenly nervous, “W-what's missing?”

Floyd doesn't answer your question, instead his hand reaches out to the bow tie you're wearing and yanks it off, leaving the bow tie hangs around your neck. He also unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt before finally the frown is gone from his face.

“Now, that's more Floyd-like, don't cha think?” He smirked playfully at you, before he leaned closer and gave a lingering kiss to your exposed cleavage.

“Hey, little guppy, why don't you wear my clothes more often in the future? That way, people would know that you're mine. Good idea, right?”

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #jade leech #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #klepon #🍴_comp

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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What the Hell Are Fancams?

Pairing: Teacher Ben (SNL) x f!reader

Word Count: 2500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Absolutely felt called out during the SNL sketch with Teacher Ben but I knew I had to write a little something for him. I'm pulling from my own experience as an ASL interpreter in the school system (glad I finally can incorporate it!). Thanks to @vanemando15 for her help in this and for being a beta!

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What the Hell Are Fancams? PART 2

New year, new school, new student. Such is the life of an American Sign Language interpreter when you work in schools.

My last student moved out of the district so I was assigned a different one. This student's interpreter wanted to go back to work with the little ones and while I loved my time with them, it was time to swap grades.

My student is amazing and comes from a rare family, in that she is the only member that is Deaf but everyone in her life learned ASL from the moment she failed her hearing test. In most families it's the complete opposite, causing significant language delays and isolation. It never fails to blow my mind how many people won't learn a language for their child, especially when they'd both be starting from the beginning.

This student, Chelsea, I had worked with from her time in pre-k to 5th grade. It was great already having an established repertoire with a student and we easily fell back into our normal chatter, her filling me in on anything I missed for the few years I was back in Pre-K.

So how's this school? I ask, as she's been here 2 years already.

Not bad. Teachers are mostly ok. Too much homework though.

That's usually the case with high school. Any favorite classes?

I like acting class, but my favorite teacher is Mr. Ben. He teaches marine biology. She gives me a look I can't discern at this.

Oh?

Yeah you know, like about the whales you like and other ocean stuff.

You're in marine bio 2 and you're calling it ocean stuff? Sounds like a great ocean stuff teacher.

She rolls her eyes at me. You know what I mean. Plus he's…

He's..what?

She smirks her mischievous smile that I know can only mean trouble. Nothing. Don't worry about it.

Chelsea-

Oh look we're at math class.

Saved by the bell, indeed.

After math was lunch, followed by marine biology. Since it was the first day, I decided to eat quickly and get to the next class a little early so I can start on my "who I am and where I and my student need to be placed" speel. Although he may not need it since Chelsea was in his class before. Still, you never know what a previous interpreter did.

I knock softly on the door and male voice tells me to come in. I push the door open and see that the teacher has his back to me, bent over his desk grabbing something. His very broad back.

"Uh hi. I'm the interpreter for your Deaf student for next period and I'm here to answer any questions-"

He turns around and I forget what I'm saying. Bright, brown eyes focus on mine, brown hair that looks so soft with greys starting to creep in, matching the patchy facial hair he has. His nose? Don't get me started on the thoughts I'm having about that nose. He's wearing a blue plaid shirt tucked into black pants, and a tie with tropical fish on it.

A faint pink dusts his cheeks when he looks at me. "H-hi. I'm Ben Morales. The kids call me Mr. Ben."

He holds out his hand and I shake it, willing my nerves to not come through it. God he's hot. I wonder if this is what Chelsea was talking about. In fact, I'm sure it is.

I launch into my speel, albeit a little faster than I normally would, but Ben just nods along and does whatever I ask of him.

"Do you have any questions?" I ask.

"Um… not right now. You're a little different than the last interpreter." He coughs and takes a sip from his water bottle.

"Ah yeah we all do things a little different. Is there anything that worked well for the student and you that I can accommodate?"

He chokes on his water, coughing violently. I move quickly, thumping him on the back but his face keeps getting redder.

"You-" He coughs "-want to go on-" He coughs more "- a date?"

It's my turn to have my cheeks heat up. "I- what? No I said accommodate… are you ok?"

He nods, muttering something like "Oh shit" under his breath as he turns away from me, his coughs dying down. But before we can talk more, the bell rings and students start moving about the halls.

"Well let me know if there's anything I can do to date you, Mr. Ben. ACCOMMODATE! Accommodate you!"

Fuck. Me.

A tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Chelsea, lips upturned in that mischievous smirk.

I see you've met Mr. Ben.

I have. He's…nice.

Yeah, nice. Is that why your face is all sweaty and warm?

What?

She laughs and takes her seat, eyes flicking between me and Mr. Ben as the bell rings and he starts his lecture.

—----

I find myself making it to that class a few minutes before the bell rings just to have a moment to talk to him. When I can talk, that is. I've never met someone who makes me trip over my words as much as he does. But soon, we settle into a routine, after bonding over our mutual love of orca whales. A couple weeks in, I bought him a brightly colored tie with orcas swimming on it. The smile he had could be seen from space.

Chelsea can't seem to wipe the smirk from her face whenever she sees us talking.

He likes you. Chelsea signs, giving me a wink.

Focus on your test, Chelsea.

It's hard to when you guys are up there yelling your love for each other. You should ask him out.

This has nothing to do with your classwork. And this is highly inappropriate.

She scoffs. You've known me forever.

Yes but you're not an adult.

I'll be 16 soon. And I'm not an idiot. Everyone knows you guys like each other.

What do you mean "everyone"?

She gestures around the room. Everyone. It's in the fancams too.

The..what?

F-A-N-C-A-M-S. She repeats the sign.

Thanks but I have no clue what that is.

She laughs and Mr. Ben walks over.

"Everything ok? Any questions?" He's talking directly to Chelsea and not addressing me, which is exactly what I told him to do on day one.

"No, I'm good Mr. Ben. I was just telling my interpreter about fancams." I voice for her, trying to keep my cool.

His face goes blank. "The what?"

She laughs. "You don't know?"

Before he can answer the bell rings and we head off to next period.

At the end of the day, Chelsea takes my phone and pulls up one of these fancams and wow. It's basically a Mashup of hidden video and photos taken of Mr. Ben that have been heavily edited and music added, making him look hot. How is this appro-

Oh shit I'm in this one. Apparently Chelsea is not the only one to try and push us together.

Shit.

The next day, I make it to his class early as usual. He walks from around his desk to lean sit in front of it.

"Hey Mr. Ben."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Ben?"

I smile. "Sorry. Habit."

"Hey…so what was that fancam business from yesterday?"

Oh.

"I uh.."

"Please tell me. These kids all talk about them and I have no clue what they are."

"I don't-"

"Please?"

Oh God his eyes are all big and brown and just like a damn puppy.

I sigh, shaking my head when I realize that was audible and I'm staring too long into his eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.

I pull my phone out and walk over to him, leaning my butt against the desk next to him.

"Ok, so please remember that I was shown these and am in no way affiliated with the creation of the fancams."

He chuckles, leaning in closer to me. He smells good, like fresh parchment and aftershave.

"Are you ok?" He asks me.

"What? Oh yeah. Uh the fan cams."

I scroll through and pull one up, handing him my phone as it plays. His face becomes redder as it plays on.

"I uh..who…who made these?"

"I'm not sure. Chelsea said a bunch of the students did-"

"There's more than one??"

"Y-yeah. Look." I swipe through a few more until it settles on the one that puts us together. I try to swipe past it but he catches sight of it before I can.

"What was that one?"

"Oh nothing. It's nothing."

"But it had my face-"

"Just another fancam."

"And yours."

"Kids these days. They will make any-anything."

"I can't see it?"

"Uh nah you don't want to-"

"Oh I think I need to see it."

He's not pressuring me at all, more like flirting, but…that's not possible. There's no way he holds the same crush for me as I do for him, right?

My boldness coming from some tucked away insanity, I reach over and swipe the video back up, letting him watch it in its entirety.

"The kids…want us to go on a date?"

"Apparently so. C-crazy, right?" I swallow hard, hoping he can't hear the way my heart is pounding though my chest, his scent filling my head and making it very hard to focus.

"I don't think it's crazy."

RIIIIING!

That fucking bell ruins everything.

At the staff meeting the next morning, they ask for chaperones to the homecoming dance. Teachers groan but a few hands automatically go up, volunteering their evening. I raise mine too, Chelsea already telling me she had been asked to go by the person she'd been crushing on since last school year. They had spent the entire summer learning as much ASL as they could in order to talk to her, which was too touching for words and I know it meant the world to Chelsea. I won't have to follow her around but I'll be there in case of emergencies.

To my surprise, Ben raises his hand shortly after watching me raise mine. The admin takes down names and the meeting concludes, Ben catching up with me as I start to head out to homeroom.

"You're volunteering too?" He asks.

"Yeah. Chelsea is already going and while she doesn't necessarily need me, she asked me to come in case she does. I think she's nervous."

"That kid learned asl for her, right?"

I nod. "Yeah. She's super excited although she'll deny it."

"Sounds like her."

"Mmmhmm."

We walk together for a hall or two.

"I gotta go this way to homeroom."

"Oh. Right. Um, see you soon?"

"Yup. See you!"

—----

When I make it to his class at my usual time, I can see he's nervous about something, his eyes extra wide and small beads of sweat accumulating at his hairline.

"HI, Ben."

"H-hi."

Silence as I unpack, but then he's standing near me and all I smell is him.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

"Yeah of course."

"I…uh did.. um… would you-"

A student pops their head in, asking for clarification on the homework and he shakes his head, turning to help them.

—----

Homecoming arrives and I pick out a simple dress to wear. Not quite prom dress but definitely nicer than school attire. I head into the dance and get my assigned area and head there, milling about as people and students start to file in. Music blares as the dance starts andI feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning, Ben is standing there, a navy built suit, dark button up shirt and - the whale tie I had given him shortly after we met. His mouth is agape as he takes me in.

"You…you look…"

"Is that the tie I got you?

He picks up the end and looks at it. "Yeah. I thought it would go good with my outfit."

"Brings out your eyes."

"What?'

"What?"

Just then the music stops and switches to a slow dance, the DJ insisting that teachers should join in on this flashback. "True" by Spandau Ballet starts to play and a few staff members laugh and pull each other to the dance floor.

"D-doyouwanttodance?" Ben speaks so quickly that I can't understand him.

"What?"

He sighs, gathering up…courage?

"Do you want to dance?"

Oh.

"With…you?"

"Yes. But you don't have to if you don't want to-"

"No! I want to!" Shit, was that too enthusiastic?

He smiles, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants before offering me his hand. I take it, the warmth from his hand spreading into mine. He guides me to the dance floor and spins me to him, his hand hesitating over my hip. Gently, I place my hand over his and guide it to my hip, encouraging him to grip me with his fingers.

His eyes find mine as he leads, neither of us saying anything, just staring into each other's eyes. My stomach is in my chest and I swear he can feel my heart pumping out of my chest. He's wearing cologne tonight, but underneath it I can smell that familiar smell of him that makes me forget words. A minute passes before he leans in and speaks in my ear.

"You know we're going to be in another fancam because of this, right?"

I laugh. "You're probably right. But it's worth it."

He pulls back and looks at me again, his brown eyes sparkling as he stares deep into my eyes. The song ends but Ben doesn't drop my hand or my hip.

"Will you come with me for a second?" He asks.

"Of course."

Removing his hand from my hip, he winds his fingers through mine and pulls me through the crowd of students and out of the side door, turning down the hallway and moving away from the cafeteria doors.

"Ben, what-"

He spins me around and pulls me tight to his body. His eyes flicker between mine and I can feel the nervous tension bubble between us threatening to pop.

And then it does.

His hands come up and cup my face, bringing his lips to mine as he places the softest kiss to my lips. He pulls back and I follow him, unwilling to let him go.

"Was that ok? I should have asked before-"

I grip the tie around his neck and pull him to me, deepening the kiss. His lips are warm and inviting, better than anything I could imagine. His hands are gentle, one sliding around to the back of my head and the other settling on my hip, pulling me in closer. A slight moan from him goes straight through me and I can feel myself getting warm.

The doors bang open and we fly apart, laughing nervously when the students that had come through the doors disappear down the hall to the bathroom without even spotting us.

"Dinner?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Ben?"

He pushes his body back against mine, having felt my tug on his belt.

"I am." His voice is somehow deeper and it goes straight between my thighs.

"I'd love to."

He kisses me again and starts to put away, but I grip his tie tighter and pull him back down. His eyebrows scrunch together in a question.

"Let's go check if your classroom is empty."

The question drops, lips hitching up in a knowing smile as he slides his fingers between mine, pulling me down the hall to his room.

—----

What the Hell Are Fancams? Part 2>>

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sagesolsticewrites · 7 months

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Sundress (Anthony Boyle x Reader)

In which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for this idea and for being my spicy Anto/Croz hypewoman <3 ily girlieeeee 👏👏 👏

content warnings: mature content (thigh riding, oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, praise kink, swearing, Anthony Boyle being entirely too sweet and sexy for this world 🥴 (again: this is for mature audiences only!! 18+!!)

word count: 2.7k (ANTHONY BOYLE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME 😩)

Masterlist

You stand in front of your closet, fighting off a grin of anticipation.

The press tours for Masters of the Air and Manhunt had finally come to a close, and you had a few days of respite before your boyfriend went off to his next project.

Of course, with Anthony, this meant date night.

You linger near your reliable jeans-and-a-nice-top combos for a moment before the sundresses hanging near the back catch your eye.

The weather has been getting warmer, you think, and it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to wear these…

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you snag one of your favorites off the hanger and change into it, twirling to see every angle in front of the mirror.

It complements your curves perfectly, hanging at just the right length that won’t make you nervous about walking up any stairs but isn’t too modest.

You make quick work of your makeup and jewelry, making sure to include the delicate necklace that Anthony gifted you for your first anniversary together, and before too long there’s a knock at the door.

Your boyfriend, fresh from some last-minute press responsibilities, was right on time.

You rush towards the door, the clacking of your heels on the floor surely announcing your excitement to Anthony as you fling it open.

“Hi,” you say, barely able to speak around your grin.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, pulling you in for a swift kiss— the first you’ve shared in weeks. Reluctantly, the two of you eventually pull away for air and he steps inside, eyes raking over your figure, “You look… absolutely fantastic.”

“Well, thank you,” you say, twirling so he can see how the dress fans out around you. “You don’t look too bad, yourself.” You add, eyeing the rolled-up sleeves of his white button down revealing entirely too attractive forearms and the patch of chest hair just visible underneath the effortlessly unbuttoned top buttons — bless his stylist, who had clearly attended the Austin Butler School of Buttoning Shirts — all complemented perfectly with sleek black pants.

“Thank you, my love. I’m, uh…” he trails off as he watches your dress settle around you, then seems to jolt back to himself after barely a second, “I’m just gonna go grab a jacket and then we’ll head out, alright?”

He returns soon, now armed with a black suit jacket, and you glance down at the sundress that now seems a bit too casual for what he’s wearing.

However, when you ask if you should change, his answer is a swift, decisive, “No.”

“You look stunning just as you are, darling,” he amends his sharp response, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before escorting you out the door.

Anthony is his usual gentlemanly self while you’re out: he pulls your seat out and waits for you to sit down first when you arrive at your favorite Italian restaurant, happily splits a dessert with you (though if you happened to end up with the bigger half, despite your insistence that you split it equally, well… it wasn’t a crime to treat his girl, was it?), and when Frank Sinatra starts playing on the speakers overhead, he jumps to his feet and extends his hand to you, twirling you around the floor with not a single care for the eyes watching when you gladly accept and pulling you in for a sweet kiss as the song ends, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulls you close.

“So… ready to head home, sweetheart?” He asks as the two of you return to your seats.

“I— yes, I guess so?” You reply, slightly confused. Normally Anto loved to keep you out with him for as long as possible; returning home directly after dessert was a rarity.

He scrambles to assure you that he would be more than happy to stay out if you want, but something about the way his fingertips dance over your knee under the table, toying with the lace edging of your dress, makes you agree that it’s time to call it a night.

The air between the two of you as you head home is thick and hot, the anticipation of something building.

And that anticipation comes to a head as you enter the privacy of your home, finding yourself pinned to the inside of the door as soon as it closes.

“Sweetheart,” Anthony nearly growls against your lips, hands firm on your waist as his voice grows increasingly more strangled, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I don’t—” You just barely choke back a moan. You haven’t the faintest idea what he’s talking about, but if it’s getting him to manhandle you like this after so long away…

“This dress,” he groans, bunching the flimsy fabric in his fists, “I’ve been gone for weeks, and the first thing I see is you in this little thing—” he moves as he speaks, from murmuring against your own lips to traveling down back to your ear and along your neck, “— and I take you out to dinner, and dessert, and dancing—” he punctuates each item with a light nip to your skin, making you jolt.

“—when all I really want to do,” he returns to speaking directly in your ear, his voice a soft growl that does startling things to your heart rate, “is see how pretty you look in this dress when I fuck you in it.”

Your entire body turns to jello, and the only thing keeping you upright is Anthony’s hands on your hips and his leg wedged in between yours. You can’t help but let out a sharp gasp when your core comes into contact with his leg, and his already dilated eyes turn almost entirely black at the sound.

“C’mere, baby,” he whispers, pulling you along to the bedroom, discarding his jacket somewhere in the house as he does.

You scramble to kick off your heels as you enter the dimly-lit room, your boyfriend wasting no time in untucking and unbuttoning his shirt from his perch on the edge of the bed.

“No,” he says sharply when your fingers move to the straps of your dress, “Keep it on.”

Your breath catches, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you realize he was serious.

He wordlessly beckons you closer, and you step forward obediently, standing between his spread legs. Pinching your chin, he tugs you down for a gentle kiss that’s fairly at odds with his dominating persona at the moment.

“This okay?” he murmurs softly against your lips, and somehow the gentle check-in combined with the events happening now are enough to make you even wetter than you already are.

You nod, adding a soft “Yes” when you remember he won’t do anything unless you’ve given a verbal okay.

That settled, he captures your lips in a decidedly more heated kiss, hands moving down to grip your hips as he adjusts so you’re straddling his thigh.

You meet his scorching gaze, practically feeling yourself melting as you realize what he intends to do.

“Noticed you seemed to like this earlier, my love,” he murmurs against your lips, smirking.

You quickly move to clutch at his shoulders as he drags your clothed core along his quadricep, mouth opening in a silent moan.

He huffs out a laugh, nudging your nose with his own as he bunches up the soft fabric of your dress.

“I was right, you do look very pretty like that,” he mumbles, “but I don’t even get to hear your pretty noises? C’mon, honey…”

He flexes his thigh, the new angle making you jump as you gasp, “Anthony, oh my god—”

“Just like that, sweet girl,” he growls into your mouth, scattering kisses all down your neck and chest as your pace speeds up.

A familiar tension builds just below your belly as you clutch yourself against him, throwing your head back and rolling your hips against his still-clothed thigh faster, faster, faster, Anthony murmuring soft praise and encouragement all the while.

“Anthony,” you gasp into his mouth, one hand clutching at his shoulder while the other buries itself in his dark curls as you feel yourself teetering on the precipice of your release, “‘M gonna—”

Your warning is cut off by a sharp, keening whine when Anthony grips your hips firmly, stopping their motion just before you tip over the edge.

“No, Ant—” you whine, struggling against his grip as your almost-orgasm fades, “Please, I was so close…”

“‘Msorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your skin, rising with you as you stand on wobbly legs, “I promise I’ll make this next part worth it,” He murmurs teasingly as he gently lays you back on the bed.

He shucks off his shirt before climbing on top of you, giving you a knowing smirk as you eye the exposed skin, your gaze lingering on the fully-revealed chest hair and the wet patch just barely visible on his thigh. The bed dips with his weight as his limbs cage you in, one hand delicately tracing the curves and lines of your body, making you shiver.

He captures your lips in a searing kiss, your hands eagerly traveling along his skin.

“If you’re gonna cum, sweetheart,” he breathes in a low, gravelly tone that sends heat straight to your core, “it’s gonna be on my mouth before anything else.”

You’re fairly certain you’ve truly actually turned to liquid, especially if the increasing wetness between your thighs is any indication, but your boyfriend proves you’re still deliciously solid, his lips tracing a path down your neck to where the tops of your breasts are just barely exposed by your dress.

Your fingers creep up to pull your dress down, to fully expose your chest so he can scatter kisses over every inch of you, but Anthony stops you.

His pretty brown eyes, molten with heat, meet yours as he stops you from tugging desperately at your dress.

“I told you, baby,” he says, keeping eye contact as he drags his lips over your clothed chest, paying special attention to your quickly hardening nipples peeking through the fabric before moving lower.

“Keep. It. On.”

You throw your head back, gasping softly as his lips travel down, down, down, along your stomach and hips down to your thighs.

He carefully slides the now irreparably wrinkled fabric up, flipping up the hem to reveal your hips and thighs and the lacy fabric covering your core.

He wastes no time in pressing kisses to you over your underwear, your hips bucking up into him as you chase the feeling of his mouth on you.

Little tease that he is, he keeps his mouth just out of reach as he peels off the soaked lace fabric

“Oh sweetheart,” he breathes, your own breath catching as he drags his fingertips through your folds and they come away dripping, “All this for me?”

You can only whine, having long ago lost the ability to form words.

He prolongs your torment by kissing a slow, torturous path up the inside of each of your thighs before finally — finally — diving into you, eagerly licking into your folds.

You let out a choked gasp as he licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groans against you, his voice sending vibrations through your core, “Taste even better than I remembered.”

“A-Ant—“ you stutter out a warning, that familiar tension building once again.

You feel him grin against you, and lord if that doesn’t send all kinds of sparks racing through your body, a feeling that only intensifies as his thumb comes up to circle your clit, a litany of praise and encouragement falling from his lips.

“‘M not gonna stop you this time, sweetheart, just let go,” he murmurs against you, fingers and tongue working overtime on your core, “C’mon baby, please, wanna taste you—”

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, Anthony dutifully guiding you through your climax.

You come back to yourself, shuddering, as your boyfriend pulls away to brush a gentle kiss to your hipbone, mouth glistening and eyes nearly black with desire.

“You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he groans, trailing back up to capture your lips with his.

You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue.

The two of you stay like that for a while, Ant letting you recover, until the bulge pressing into your thigh becomes too much to ignore.

He gasps into your mouth as your hand moves down to palm at him through his slacks.

“Darlin’— shit, you’re ready for me already?”

As if your furious nodding wasn’t enough of an answer, you move your hand more insistently against him.

“Fuck, fuck, okay—” he hisses, moving off of you to rid himself of his his pants and boxers.

You watch, bottom lip caught between your teeth, as his length springs free from his underwear, tip already leaking.

He returns to hover over you, brushing kisses all over your face and neck as he strokes himself a few times.

You can’t resist touching him, and your fingertips grazing along his length has his eyes fluttering shut.

“Not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that, sweetheart,” he warns with a gasp, breath hot against your cheek.

You reluctantly retract your fingers, barely stifling a moan when his tip brushes against you as he positions himself at your entrance.

His eyes lock on yours, watching your face contort in pleasure as he slowly, slowly, enters you.

“You ready, darlin’?” He breathes against your lips after a moment to let you adjust.

The frantic “yes” that escapes you isn’t so much a word as a gasp, and your thoughts turn to static as he begins to thrust into you with slow, languid strokes.

Your breaths mingle, his exhales becoming your inhales, the thin fabric of your sundress providing a delicious friction as you feel every inch of him pressed against you.

“You’re so tight,” he gasps, increasing his pace as your breathing becomes heavier, “Fuck, I missed this, I missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” you whine into his mouth, your hand fisting his soft dark curls, “Missed you so much, Ant—”

His mouth closes the millimeters of distance between the two of you, crashing onto yours in a fierce, heated kiss.

You let out a muffled moan as his hips grind against yours faster and faster, feeling your second orgasm of the night building.

“I’m close, sweetheart,” Anthony groans, hips stuttering, letting out a soft “fuck” when you tell him you’re almost there, too.

“C’mon, come for me darlin’” he grinds out against your mouth, “‘M right behind you, please, please, come for me, honey…”

You reach your second climax with a cry, Anthony muffling his own in your neck as he spills into you, thrusting slowly until he’s spent.

The two of you stay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, until Anthony lifts his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“So,” he says breathlessly, toying with the hopelessly wrinkled fabric of your dress, “You’ll be wearing these more often, yeah?”

You huff out a laugh. “If you promise not to ruin them, absolutely.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll buy you a thousand more of these. Whatever you want. As long as I know there’s at least one in your closet for me to enjoy.”

He murmurs the last sentence against your lips, punctuating it with a long, slow kiss that has you grinning against him.

You bump your nose against his as he pulls away, your thumb stroking his cheek.

“Welcome home, honey.”

His gaze softens, pulling you in for another brief, gentle kiss.

“Thank you, my love.”

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shady-shrub · 11 months

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me. posting about npmd? its more likely than you think.

I LOVE THE COSTUMES!!! been thinking about it. saw someone's else's post and haven't seen anyone else go crazy over it????

let's look at the lords in black!!

1. everyone has fur!!

pokey has it around his colar and cuffs. tinky on his shoulder pads. blinky on his belly! and nibbly on his arms.

now. you may be wondering, what about wiggly?? WELL.

BRO GETS TO JUST. BE 2 IN ONE??? he really decided to be backpack. WHAT A WEIRDO GOOBLY MONSTER.

i dont have a lot of indepth reason for the locations of the fur? mayhaps pokey because that's where puppet strings would go (and he controls people in tgwdlm and yellow jacket). and mayhaps wiggly is different because he's stronger?

IF YOU HAVE BETTER THOUGHTS THAN ME PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN EAT THEM- i mean agree and have a normal conversation.

anywho.

2. shoes!!

I DO! have things to say separately about shoes ehdheheh.

pokey is SO BLUE!! bro has blue tights that melt into the shoes seemingly. a connection to everything being SIGNULAR. that's a stretch BUT! they look like stereotypical shoes in a theater closet (not blue but the shape). as some one in theater, the shoes are usually uncomfy and pointy NOW. these shoes look comfy but theyre still pointy! i dont know much about shoes but yes.

TINKY!!! BWHAHWBbahah.

bro has work boots? these look like my dad's. LOOK AT THAT UNTIED SHOE LACE!! he does NOT care. love him for it. it does look a lil dirty? thats about it.

BLINKY!!!!!!!!! HOLY. (lauren is insane) LOOK AT THAT HEIGHT!! i hc that its to be tall like his taller brothers (wiggly.) AND LOOK THEYRE SHINY!!! and so are the pants??? YUMMYYY!! and tied so nicely?? bro is popping off

NIBBLY!!

LOOK AT THE!!! HIS HEART STRAPS???? ya know that person that said nibbly is the youngest? YES. LOOK AT THOSE STRAP ONS!! and the pink outlines I LOVE SO MUCH?? same height thing with blinky pshxbfjf it looks so much like a lil kid would wear <3 <3 nibbly my beloved

now. we're back to wiggly.

JON. ARE THOSE YOUR TOESY WOSIES??? everyone else dressed up all nice and wiggly just. didn't. I WILL SAY! black and white socks?? LIKE THE BLACK AND WHITE WEAR THEY RESIDE??? also!!! shiny pants again?? blinky and wiggly are matching what silly gooses!

nah guys let's actually look at his shoes

OKAY THERES A THEME GUYS. wiggly is actually trying to be a human in high school. the backpack, the shoes, the GOSH DARN JACKET??

sorry quick interjection. EVERYONE ON OF THE LORDS IN BLACK LOOK SO GOOD. like people you'd find in school. pokey is obviously theater kid. nibbly a girly girl with skirt but he is also the hungriest guy at lunch. wiggly the popular kid WITH THOSE KICKS. WITH THAT CROWN. blinky looks like a quiet kid. and tinky the weird kid with wacky hair and glasses on his head and pants over his boots and.

OKAY i think im done right now.

side notes:

blinky's sweater looks so comfy!!

BLUE SHIT??? ON HIS FACE??? also gotta love the hat

favorite screenshot of silly guy himself. HIS HAND IS AT A 90 DEGREE ANGLE. LOOK. LOOK. LOOK HIS HAND IS BROKEN.

okay bye

#lords in black #wiggly #tinky #blinky #nibbly #pokey #EHDUDHDHRU #SILLY GUYS #THEYRE SO GOOFY #I LOVE THE THE!!! COSTUME DESIGNS #guys i wanna talk about graces braccelets #GUYS ITS SO COOL!!!#npmd #i love this musical

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trashmouth-richie · 2 years

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Can i request king steve having his eyes set on queen of the damned and eddie feels a lil insecure and jealous because of course a queen would want a king. So reader reminds him shes all his with racy pictures and a bj where she swallows and sucks his balls. And hes just left on cloud 9 lol. 🫣🫣

@sidthedollface2 , this is for you 💋 special thanks to @munson-blurbs @hxllfired @corroded-hellfire @eddiemunsonsmum @jadequeen88 for reading through this + whoever else I suckered into doing that 😵‍💫🖤

part ii for QUEEN OF THE DAMNED

eddie x female! reader

W.C: 2.8k

TW: NO MINORS, blow job, mentions of sex, etc. possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie etc etc etc

Since prom when you had gone public with Eddie, you were inseparable. Word spread like wildfire of your infidelity, and poor Ethan was left confused, in more ways than one. Honestly embarrassed that he didn’t notice that you were cheating on him. The locker room hazing was no laughing matter. Every swinging dick around joked about Ethan and his whore of an ex girlfriend. “She good in bed? Oh yeah guess you wouldn’t know.” “Munson possessed your chick and you had no idea?” Laughter erupts from the locker room as Ethan makes his way to the showers, crying softly.

The person most responsible for teasing Ethan for his misfortunes? Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High. He was a player, easily the most sought after guy to roam the halls. Girls fell at their feet for him, begged to be his flavor for the night. Between him and Billy Hargrove they were swimming in pussy. Everyone’s except yours. But Steve was determined, and Billy’s bet made his determination grow even stronger, almost carnal.

“Hey there gorgeous,” Steve swoons, laying it on thick, sliding next to your open locker, pushing his sunglasses into his hair. He had never spoken to you in his life, why was he starting now?

“Uh, hi?” Glaring, shut your locker, holding your books close to your chest.

Steve looks you up and down like his next meal, licking the fat muscle of his tongue along his top lip, eyes lazily drinking you in, the honey flecks dancing along your curves. “Just wondering if my favorite Queen wants to sit with me at lu— “

Leather arms wrap around your middle the same time a pair of soft lips caress your neck, biting softly and sucking the beginning of a bruise as Steve’s eyes stare annoyingly into your face. Tongue pressed into his cheek as he throws his hands onto his hips, accentuating the bulge in his pants as he cocks a hip out.

Eddie spins you around into him, your back to Steve. He kisses your lips, his thick hands are wrapped tight along your waist, traveling down to cup your ass, squeezing the denim of your jeans. Making eye contact with Steve the entire time, a silent awareness of possession between them, Eddie’s eyes pitch to black, drilling holes into Steve’s. “Something I can help you with Harrington?” Eddie asks him, holding you tight to him so that your focus is solely on him, “or do you normally hit on other guy’s girlfriends?” He stands to his full height, broad shoulders and chest puffed out, head cocked high and to the side as his lower jaw practically comes unhinged from itself. An animalistic stance of dominance invades the air, thicker than mud, hung dense like fog between the lockers.

Steve also stands to his tallest, brushing the back of his neck and leaning in. “We were just talking,” he says, adding, “and last I checked— you were into fucking other guy’s girlfriends— which is exactly why I’m here.”

You wince, it was bad enough that your parents were disowning you for choosing to be with Eddie, kicking you out and cutting you off, the last thing you needed was to hear it from the asshats at school. Especially Steve Harrington. The whole town had branded you an outcast, you could practically feel the crimson ‘A’ stitched into your clothing, burning into your heart. A name you would wear proudly for him. He was good to you, devilishly handsome and all yours. His queen. He’d do anything to protect his queen, a trait Ethan fell short on, not that he wasn’t doting he was just careless, letting a fox into the hen house, an evil wolf amongst his little lamb. And by far, too stupid to realize you had been fucking around on him. But Eddie was much more careful with you, protective and possessive.

Eddie holds you tighter, pushing you into his side and wrapping his large hands around you.

The flick of Eddie’s knife rings in your ears as he twirls it around his fingers, his eyes twitch as his tongue dances around his mouth like a sick eel slithering for purchase. “Choose your next words carefully, Harrington, would hate to cut a few of those Farrah Fawcet locks from your head.” Black orbs making the night sky jealous fill his eyes, poisoned with carnal, chilling drops of insanity.

“Yeah ya see,” Steve says, playing Eddie’s mind games, edging towards masculinity and stupidity, taking a step forward slightly, whispering low for only Eddie and yourself to hear, “I’m the King of this high school, and you?” He sucks through his teeth, wincing, “well you’re not even comparable to the gum on my shoe, so why don’t you do your girl a favor, and let her go, let her have a chance at taking that Queen status to the very top, instead of the depths of despair that you inhabit.”

The blade is cold against Steve’s neck, scraping the hairs along his Adam's apple, closer than any barber could get in Hawkins. “Whoa, easy there,” Steve says, swallowing thickly as Eddie’s breath falls against his cheek. “The mayor is my godfather and the police, they’re on my dad’s payroll. So go ahead, do it. You pull a knife on me and you better deliver, pussy. You’ll be in jail so fast your head will spin, and your girl, aww, she’ll be with me, pretty little feet up resting on my shoulders.”

The anger clouding Eddie’s eyes is demonic in every way, he wants to succumb. Wants to give into the darkness flooding his mind. Do it. Do it. A voice stops him. The angel on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality—you.

“Come on, Eddie, let’s go.” You beg, trying to pull him away. Your eyes wet with tears from Steve’s harsh words and Eddie’s temper.

How easy it would be to give in. Watch the blood trickle down Steve’s neck and paint his perfectly pastel colored polo crimson. But he doesn’t, the veil of hell falling from his eyes, his aura, his mind. Eddie listens to you, backs the knife away from Steve’s neck and folds it back into his pocket. Taking long pulls of humid air through his nose, grounding himself. Rolling his shoulders backwards, cracking the bones of his neck in a twist, “For the record,” Eddie taunts, whispering into Steve’s ear, his musky cologne wafting into Steve’s nose, “I’ve spent nights in jail for far less than this, see you around.”

With that he retracts from him and smirks, a small chuckle reverberating from his lips. Arm wrapped around your shoulder he leads you towards the front doors leaving Hawkins High.

Eddie is quick in his movements, rushing you out to his van. “Eddie?” you ask as he throws open the passenger door and picks you up, setting you down into the seat and shutting the door.

He slides into the driver’s seat and roars the van to life, the knuckles around the steering wheel were white, clenching for dear life as his movements are anything but calm. “I swear to you, I will end that fuckers privileged white picket fence life if he ever tries to touch you.” He’s pissed, angry but also hurt. Jealous, and possessive. “He thinks he can have whatever he wants because of his name in this town, like you should be so lucky to have him? oh no baby— you’re mine.” He’s speeding through town, forgoing stopping at any of the stop signs, dodging around cars as he drives like a bat flying from hell.

Showing him that he’s right instead of telling him, you swivel in your seat, the crunch of the leather groaning against your body shifting. Looking into his eyes you can see that they have softened, the brown pumping back in the more deep breathing he does, you unbuckle yourself, leaning forward to lick a stripe from the collar of his shirt up to his ear. He hisses at your touch, moving his arm to the back of your seat, letting you in. Blowing your hot breath along his spit covered neck, his moans fill the van, the grip on the steering wheel subsides as his hand travels down your back, lingering, burning, clawing at your skin. He hikes you into his lap— eyes steady on the road as he adjusts you where he needs you, the heat of your core pressing into him. You’re straddling his narrow waist, your mouth sucking bruising kisses into his neck. The dangling “e” on your necklace tickling his chest as your panties fill with arousal.

“I’m yours,” you murmur into his neck, “always.” The sway and bumps of the van alert you that you’ve turned into the Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie silently thanking a higher power as his growing erection is ready to bust at the seams. Biting gently into your shoulder, Eddie’s eyes are barely on the road, a few more seconds and his attention will only be yours. Wayne’s truck is in the driveway as Eddie shifts the lever harshly into park, your bodies colliding and grinding together as the van abruptly comes to a halt. Your hands are twisted in the confinements of his tangled curls, pulling to expose the slope of his neck, sucking and licking, painting his neck with your marks, showing him how possessive you could be. How he was yours and you were his, no one else belonged in that equation. The only math Eddie would completely understand.

You grind your hips down into him, your pussy slotting around the outline of his cock, as he kneads your tits. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans into your neck, nipping at your ear as his hands rake your body, burning with want. You climb off of him, moving this sinful act to the back of the van, sparing Wayne’s ears. Hands clenched around his leather lapels pulling him upwards and back with you, legs tangled around the steering column, tripping over cords, cassette towers teetering around your clumsy bodies.

“Let me show you,” you breath, lip locked and breathing heavily against Eddie’s mouth, panting into his neck as you shove him down onto a spare amp. Feverishly undoing his belt, sloppily kissing him, tongues painting each other's mouths. “Show you how much you mean to me.” Eddie’s a mumbling mess as you pull his dick out from the confines of his boxers. Hissing as you pump him achingly slow. Taking your time with the act. Eyes dripping with innocence as you look at him through your eyelashes. Your tongue kitten licks around his ruddy head, tasting the precum that’s beaded.

“Christ, baby,” he seethes, whimpering under your gaze, cock throbbing around your lips. Teasing him as you ghost your mouth around him. His teeth biting into his own lip waiting for you to close your mouth around his length. Another pass of your tongue has him shaking. He moans above you, tucking your hair behind your ear as to get a better look at you. You slap his cock against your tongue, pooling spit around it as it splashed around like rain boots in a puddle. His head is thrown back in anticipation, brown curls cascading down his leather jacket as you finally take him into your mouth, swelling your lips down his shaft until he’s snug in your throat, a saliva slide of glory. Your name rumbles off his dry tongue.

“D’you like that big boy?” You muse, when you pop him out of your mouth and graze your hand into a fist to rub down his shaft. “…my pretty lips around you… making you feel good?”

“Fuck…yes,” he moans, eyeing you again as you swallow him, gagging slightly but loving the sensation. You could suck him off for hours, the feeling of having someone you love whimper and beg you for release stirs your insides with pleasure. “So fucking good… mmm…. Fuck.” His hips lift from the amp as he thrusts into your throat. The lewd noises fill the proximity of the van, as you breathe through your nose and relax the muscles of your throat. His pace quickens. Your hands sit and claw at his thighs. Your pull back to catch your breath— spit dribbling from your mouth onto chest as Eddie kisses you harshly, singing your praises.

The slow roll of your tongue against him makes him weak in the knees. Your lips wrap tightly around him, spitting and drooling, “want me to come baby, fill that throat up with my come?” He whines. So close to coming but want to feel your throat go raw from him fucking into it, burying himself into your mouth, nothing besides your pussy feels better to him. You moan around him, vibrating your throat against his cock, he comes undone, coating your mouth, you’re milking him for all he’s worth to the very last drop, pumping and gently moving your tongue around him, as you swallow his release. He groans your name, thick hands holding your head in place as he quivers beneath you.

Licking your lips Eddie brings you into an embrace, he’s sweaty, bangs stuck to his head, as he tucks you into his chest, nose pressed against your neck. “You’re too good for me,” he mumbles, holding you tight, “didn’t think ‘the talking wig’ would ever get to me, I can usually just brush that shit off, but not when it comes to you.”

He pulls you away from him and rests his forehead on yours, the muddy brows of his eyes swell as he stares into your soul, coaxing a smile from you, “you’re the most important part of me,” he quipped, rubbing his fingers down and back the length of your back moving around your shoulder to hold your neck softly, admiring the necklace he gave you all those months ago. “I wasn’t joking when I said I would kill anyone who tries to take you away from me.” He kisses your neck, marking you as his, branding you forever with his lips. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” you whisper as he removes your sweater and lays you down in the back of the van, blessing the neighbors as you yell out God’s name, but you’re definitely not in church.

The idea popped into your head while you showered while Eddie was at band practice with the boys. It was perfect, he would go nuts over it. You raid the dresser for what you were looking for…

The next day at school you tell Eddie you have to meet Mrs. Click to turn in your history paper, he tugs you back to him and kisses you slowly, letting his fingers dig at your chin as he prompts your face up to him. You skip inside, the prized possession hidden in your backpack. You knew Eddie’s locker combination, and fetched the tape out of your bag along with the Polaroids. The black lacy set he had bought you the weekend you dumped Ethan was his personal favorite. The positions you were in suggested only unholy thoughts. The expanse of your neck showing off your hickies and the ‘E’ necklace that never came off with your tits pushed up in one shot, your kiss swollen pussy with your panties shoved to the side in another, and finally your mouth wide open and tongue out, the prom tiara balancing crudely stop your head. If this didn’t solidify that you were his you weren’t sure what would. You find him outside, finishing the last of his cigarette and laughing with Gareth and Jeff. He walks alongside you, holding your waist and inching towards the curve of your boobs as he does, eyes scanning widely for that piece of shit Steve. A lipstick kiss pressed into the metal of his locker made him chuckle as he looked down at you, your own personal brand.

His cheeks go pink and his dick twitches in his black jeans when his eyes land on the pictures. “B-babe, is this? When did y-? Oh fuck.” He thumbs through them quickly and hurriedly shuts his locker, hauling you over his shoulder and running down the halls and out to his van. Your giggles echoing off the brick walls. “Gotta get you home right now, take care of my naughty girl.” Eddie laughs, “damn, and I thought watching Harrington come into school with black eyes and a half shaved head was going to be the highlight of my day.”

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic #jealous!eddie munson #possessive!eddie #eddie x y/n #eddie munson boyfriend #Steve harrington

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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee · 2 years

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The queen herself!

design notes under the cut

alright, let's get started with the outfit-

The thing is that Ravens outfit is really cool, but it is a PAIN to draw, at least for me. There are some small details that come from them having to fit doll molds that drive me crazy, like the fact that Ravens shoes don't have heels but she walks like they do

I also had gotten really, really bored of drawing skirts, so pants it is

Ravens look is majority black with purple and silver accents, but I tweaked it a bit so that purple is the primary color, just for fun

The feathers were cool, but I wanted to save them for fancier looks, so instead I went with dragon wing style clamps on her jacket. It always bugged me that she was the first character with a dragon and that she didn't have any draconic features on her

Alright, so this is my explanation for the way she dresses in this interpretation- she doesn't want to be seen as evil, but her wardrobe is literally cursed to make any and all clothes she tries on as much like her mother's as possible. So she has to try and mold it to her own style, like "ok what's the most normal thing in here" but she's going through Goth Skeletor's closet and this is what she's managed to put together. I'd say she did pretty good! Cravat is a little much though

Yes she only wears one glove, that's on purpose. It was gonna be that the gloved hand is her primary spellcasting hand, but I immediately ruined that, so now I guess that's just something Raven thinks looks cool

Ok now the more character lore stuff

That weird little skull nightmare next to her is Prince! I don't have and have never read the books, but I have spent a lot of time going over wiki pages to try and find details I can incorporate into these designs. Apparently when Raven was a little kid her dad got her a puppy which she called Prince. At some point her mom decided it was unfitting for an evil princess and transformed him into whatever the hell a bone rat is. Needless to say, traumatizing. I can't stand a single even vaguely negative thing happening to a dog, so I'm deciding that Prince is alive, kind of immortal since he's undead-ish, and maintains the same memory and personality. He lives with Raven's dad when she's at school and he's a very good boy, he's just really, really weird.

Yeah I don't know where I'm gonna fit Nevermore in, I think she's just gonna have to join the canon with the rest of them in Dragon Games, cause I like Prince way more conceptually tbh

Evil Raven cause why not. I actually have some ideas on how the queen lineage would work, especially because Raven seems to completely control every aspect of her powers after signing in Way Too Wonderland. I really like the idea that as the next queen grows they gain more magic, but because they siphon it from the previous generation. Raven had a natural affinity for basic spells her whole life, but after a certain age she started to take her mom's powers, which are the new ones she can't control. Plus, I like that angle on the whole jealousy thing. The Queen isn't just bitter that Snow White is more fair than her, it's the double whammy of knowing that no matter what she does, her power will be drained away and made pointless by both Snow and her own family. Usurping based angst

#yes i have thought about this cartoon for children designed to sell dolls from almost a decade ago for far too long why do you ask #ever after high #eah redesign #ever after high art #eah fanart #eah #eah art #raven queen eah #eah raven #coffeepaintart

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Brought The Heat Back Park Sunghoon

Word Count: 1994 "Who was that and why were you smiling at him like that?" Sunghoon spoke with a raised brow as he came to join the aisle you were on. You both had decided to do grocery shopping together well you decided to do grocery shopping and Sunghoon tagged along because he was "bored".

"Ji-su my friend from my major. He was actually grocery shopping for something that his roommate forgot to buy and he saw me here." You replied with a nonchalant shrug as you tried to choose which cereal you should buy. Sunghoon wore an unreadable expression as he reached and picked up a box of Lucky Charms and put it in the trolley. "Your friend? Hmm…. Why were you smiling?" He said as he pushed the trolley to the next aisle as you jogged to catch up with him. After catching up to him you had a pout. "I can push the trolley myself." You said trying to take the trolley from him to which he blocked you from as his grip tightened on the handle. "You didn't answer answer my question." He said looking at the jars of jelly completely ignoring your protests.

"Why is that important?" You questioned. He side eyed you and took the honey jar and strawberry jam off the shelf. He didn't answer to which you sighed irritated at his usual poker face. "He wanted us to work together for the assignment we were given." You explained. "So you were smiling because of that? Yeah sure.." He responded glancing at you. "He was just being nice. He's actually pretty funny. He said that he accidentally shrunk his hoodie this morning and turned his roommates shorts pink…" You spoke with a smile before trailing off as you realised Sunghoon was not listening as he held the jar of peanut butter in a tight grip. "Sunghoon…?" You spoke before he cut you off. "Funny? That's not funny. Sounds like he doesn't know how to do laundry right. Probably doesn't wear his shorts right either or pants. He sounds like a total loser to me."

You frowned at his tone and words. "That's mean Hoon. Do you always have to do that?" You said with frustration in your voice. "Do what?" He said very innocently as if not even a minute ago he was talking bad about someone. "That. Do you always have to talk bad about a guy I like? Is everyone below you? Just because you're the prince of the school and have perfect grades and looks and basically have anything in the world that you want doesn't mean that you're the greatest." You spoke with a frown while crossing your arms as you scoffed and walked away to another aisle.

Sunghoon looked at you as you walked away angry and thought 'She's so cute when she's mad' as he decided to follow you. "You're wrong." He spoke as he looked at the fruits. "What?" You said with a huff still kinda mad at him but it was hard to stay mad at him when he looks so handsome and so boyfriend material in that hoodie and jeans. He wore a black hoodie and blue jeans and his normal converse. 'He looks so handsome but doesn't he always?' You thought. "I said you're wrong. You say I have everything but I don't. There's one thing I don't have and its proven difficult to acquire" He said with a sigh as he knocked on the watermelons for the sweetest. "What do you mean? …I don't need a watermelon." You said. "I want watermelon and I want you." He spoke as he picked a watermelon then glancing at you to see your jaw hanging loose with wide eyes. Surprise and shock flooded your body as Sunghoon chuckled. He damned chuckled. "W-what did you say?" You stuttered. "I want watermelon." He spoke nonchalant and laidback as if he didn't just almost give you a heart attack with how fast your heart is beating. "No after that." You spoke holding onto the front of the trolley for stabilization. "And." He said with a cool face as he held back a laugh. He turned to the bags of grapes and grabbed a few bags knowing that he's going pay right after you protest. "Sunghoon I'm serious!" You said.

"So am I. You said 'After that' and I replied. I said 'And' after I said 'I want watermelon'. I'm pretty sure of that." He replied. "You're infuriating." You said with a glare as you continued "What do you mean by 'I want you'?". Sunghoon pretended to think as he hummed. "I thought you were majoring in Law. I thought you were smart. I guess now you and Jake share the same brain." He replied with a smirk. "Wha-You little-!" You stuttered baffled. "I what?" He said raising a brow with the same smirk as he got closer to your face before chuckling as your face turned red and your ears. His laugh was like music to your ears. Over all the music you listened to Sunghoon's laugh has to be your favorite. "What did you mean?" You answered frustrated with a blush. He just smiled and continued checking the fruits before adding extra fruits that wasn't on the list to the trolley.

Sunghoon had refused to answer what he meant by that comment. Either he meant it or was messing with you. Standing at the counter with a trolley that had half of what wasn't on your list. As Sunghoon placed the items on the counter he noticed the cashier, Do-yun, was looking at you. He glared at the cashier and casually threw an arm around your shoulder after he finished unloading everything on the counter. The cashier noticed and nervously looked away from Sunghoon's glare and instead focused his job. Sunghoon secretly smirked as you looked at his arm around your shoulder then following his hand all the way to his face which was in his usual poker face. You deadpanned and looked at the extra items. "Those aren't on my list." You said but Sunghoon didn't reply and instead turned his focus to the stack of magazines by the counter. You sighed and reached for your purse to pay but Sunghoon was faster as he pulled out his wallet and credit card and immediately paying.

"What are you doing? I can pay for myself." You protested but all your protests fell on deaf ears as Sunghoon collected back his card from the cashier and nodded and lead you away with his hand still around your shoulder. The other employee placed the bags in the trolley. Sunghoon thanked the employee and pushed the trolley out of the store to the car with you who glared at him in disbelief. Sunghoon opened the trunk as you both put the grocery bags in it as you occasionally glanced at him. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." He commented with a cocky smirk as you huffed. "I have enough." You replied and entered the passenger seat with Sunghoon in the driver seat. Sunghoon sat in silence while you looked confused on why he wasn't starting the car. "Hello? Anyone home?" You said waving a hand in front of his face. He merely glanced at you with a serious expression. "What?" You questioned before your face heated up at the proximity of your faces.

Before you could pull away, Sunghoon grasped your cheek in his hand and stared at you. "I meant what I said back there. I want you. I've always liked you. I can't stand other guys looking at you. It makes me so envious that they get to look at you like that especially when you smile at those douches." You stared speechless at your best friend as he spoke. He continued saying "I really hate that I have to endure and endure every time they talk to you when I can't go up and say you're taken." You were left speechless at his confession. "W-What?" You stuttered. He sadly smiled as he spoke his next words. "I like you so much but its fine if you don't like me back. We can stay friends. I'm not forcing you but I'll wait till the day I can call you mine."

In your mind you were happy but on the outside you wore an unreadable expression. Sunghoon looked into your eyes before he let go of your cheek. "Sorry if I overwhelmed you. Shall we go?" He asked as he gripped the steering wheel already wishing to take everything back and go home and wallow in his sorrow and stupidity with his friends. "No…wait!" You exclaimed before apologising as you remembered you're in the car as Sunghoon winced and threw a playful glare your way. "Its not that I don't like you back. I like you too. A lot actually but you're my best friend and I don't know what would happen you know? We could possibly be ruining our friendship if we start dat-" Your rambling was cut off when Sunghoon pressed his finger to your lips. "You talk too much and over think. Its cute but right now you shouldn't be doing that." He said. "All I needed to hear was that you returned my feelings." Your heart was beating so fast that you worried he would hear. He smiled at you as he leaned closer. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable. Is this ok?" He spoke quietly. "N-no….its fine." You replied. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. He always was polite as he cherished the lessons his mother taught him and what he learned during figure skating. You always liked that about him since you met him.

Instead of answering, you nodded and he gently held your cheek. He caressed you cheek as he closed the gap and kissed you. It started off low and hesitant before you both got comfortable and bold. He held your cheek and tilted you head to the side to create a better angle to kiss you. His other hand went to your neck and pulled you closer. You hands gripped his hoodie and pulled him closer. Air became a must as you both pulled apart breathing slightly heavy. Sunghoon smiled as he rested his forehead on yours. His fangs were display as he smiled. "I lied. I love you not like you." He spoke as he stroked your cheek. Your blush intensified as you hid your head in his neck as he chuckled humorously. "I-I love you too.." You muttered as he smiled. "Good." He said as he pecked the side of your head. This was a new chapter in both your lives.

Not only were you both excited and happy to see where this goes but there was also one small request from Sunghoon.

"Now that you're my girlfriend, I don't want you talking to that boy Ji-su without me there or without my shirt or hoodie or my mark on you, got it?" He said one afternoon as he sat on the couch of your apartment with an innocent expression. "What?!" You exclaimed as the remote fell out your hand to the ground. "What? I don't like others touching what's mine, you know that." He replied casually picking up the remote and scrolling to pick a movie. "You can't just say that like its nothing." You were about to continue scolding when you realised he wasn't paying attention. Either he was too focused on the tv or he was purposely ignoring you. Knowing Sunghoon, its probably the latter. "Sunghoon, you little shi-!" You were about to say before he sighed irritated and turned to you and pulling you by your neck and successfully shutting you up with a kiss. He smirked after he pulled away.

"Which movie should we watch?" He said smugly as he looked at your flustered appearance. Yeah, he could get used to this.

A/N: I'm practically obsessed with the Romance: Untold album and my favorite songs are Brought The Heat Back and Moonstruck also Highway 1009. Pls enjoy and reblog and share🤗

#sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #enha fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #park sunghoon imagines

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hotdilfs11 · 1 year

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People We Met In Supermarkets pt 1- Damon x Reader

part 2 part 3

✩Jade had some past secrets she's been keeping away from the Salvatores especially Damon. Ever since she met them she only told bits and pieces about herself, and it's so bad that they don't even know that Jades older than them. What secrets are she keeping and will it come out? Who or what is hiding?

✩parings:Girl name Jade x Damon

warnings:mention of stabbing/being casted away

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As the sun slowly caresses the curtains, a new day appears. I was under the soft, cozy covers, taking in the beautiful, luminating sunshine as it softly touched my icy, cold skin. I started to stretch my limbs gently, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. I lifted myself up, slowly resting my arms on the cotton-white sheet. I looked over to my left to see someone on their back sleeping with no shirt on, and then I realized I was in Damon's bed. His back was toned and firm. He had porcelain-soft skin and raven-colored hair. The color of his hair was deep and intense. It looked very soft and rich the longer I looked at it. I started getting butterflies the longer I observed him. He looked so relaxed and peaceful as the sun bounced gracefully off his face. The gentle rhythm of his breath fell up and down as the sound of his heart beating calmed me. Damon and I aren’t dating; however, he is very flirty with me, and he treats me differently compared to everyone else. When I talk about him to Bonnie or Stefan, they look at me like I’m the crazy one because of how he acts around them, but I never saw that side of him. Damon is nice, loving, tenderhearted, and just an amazing guy for me in general. He reminded me of someone I used to know, but way better. Anyway, the reason I’m waking up beside him is because the night before, he asked me to come in here to talk and hang out. However, we both fell asleep beside each other at the dead of night.

While I was admiring Damon's handsome, sexy, and stunning features, I started to notice a devious smirk start to form on the corner of his mouth.

“Will you stop staring at me? It's a bit creepy,” he says in a flirtatious yet sleepy voice. My lips curled upward, creating a soft, looming smile across my face as I heard those words spill out of his mouth. My stomach started to turn, and a subtle ruby tint started to form on my cheeks because hearing his voice in the morning is like hearing a sweet, comforting lullaby.

“Whatever are you talking about, Mr. Salvatore?” I say it with a charming yet witty, harsh British accent.

As those words came out of my mouth, his eyes started to flutter open, revealing his arctic blue cat-like eyes glaring at me. "Mmmhh," he mumbled.

I gave him a quick smirk as I jolted out of bed, touching the unheated, bitter floor of the Salvatore house. I stood up in a swift motion and started stretching my arms as a loud grunt escaped from my mouth. I was wearing a jet black tank top and navy blue soft pajama pants. I got out of bed and started walking towards the door. However, I felt a strong pair of eyes scan my body, and as I was turning around, Damon was already behind me, towering over me with a serious face.

“Isn't it too early for vamp powers?” I crossed my arms while I made eye contact with him.

He squinted his eyes at me, looking me up and down. “Where are you going?”

I rolled my eyes and let out a strong exhale. “School Damon gotta live a normal life once in a while."

"You’re one hundred and something years old and immortal, you can take a break and help me with this ritual stuff."

I turned my back on Damon and opened the door to his room, walking right out of it. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t care about any of this?" I walked into my room and started to look through my dressers, trying to

find an outfit for today, however, I heard Damon's footsteps enter my room. He learned on the doorway and crossed his legs as well as his arms.

“But hear me out; you know nothing about this yet, and maybe you can be useful since..." He said it hesitantly.

I looked at him with an irritated look. “Since I’m a witch, you mean?” I crossed my arms and glared at him.

“I mean… Maybe just a little." Damon said. He was trying to be funny, but I wasn’t amused.

I peered away from him, “No Damon” I sternly said.

He held up his hands. "Fine, FINE, have it your way, little blue Jay, but I still have little Bennent.” he teasingly stated.

I turned my head towards him and said, "Mmhh... Now let me get dressed and put on a shirt, please. No one wants to see that,” I said,turning away from him in a swift motion.

“I’m not sure about that,” he says in a cocky, playful tone.

“Leave Damon”

Damon left, and I started getting ready for school. I’ve been through this numerous times, and it never gets old. I love living a normal life because, like all of us vampires, we were forced into this life because I know I was. When I was nineteen, I got jumped by a group of men, but one of them decided to brutally stab me. The vampires I was with at the time found me, brought me home, and gave me a life-changing decision. I either die on a table in front of my whole family or become a vampire and get cast away from my coven. I was scared of death and picked the only option. However, if I could go back on it, I would, but then again, there is something good about becoming a vampire, especially this kind of vampire. I’m a heretic, meaning I’m a vampire and a witch at the same time, meaning twice the manpower, but I still miss my family. There aren't that many Bennents anymore. The Bennents I know are Bonnie, Grams, and me. Ever since the mid-eighties, I haven't seen many Bennents, honestly. I’m just grateful for the rest of us.

Anyway, I walked downstairs and into the Salvatore living room, seeing Stefan reading and drinking coffee like an old, seventy-year-old man. I walked down the little steps and went behind the couch.

I say with a smile on my face, “Mornin’ Stefan!”

He looked behind him while I kissed him on the forehead as a greeting. I walked around the couch, plopping down on the firm cushion right next to him. He turned his head towards me in a swift motion as a soft, warm smirk started to stretch across his face.

"Hey, Jade,” he says quietly.

“Are you and Elena going to school today?” I curiously asked.

"Uh, no, today there's too much going on that we need to figure out; maybe you shouldn’t go either,” he said, concerned.

“Stefan I don’t know anything about whatever happened, and I don’t want to know."I demanded

He started paying attention to his book again. "Yeah, I heard that whole speech upstairs."

I stood up quickly. "See, this is exactly why I don’t like nosey vampires.”

He closed his book and looked up at me. "Well, we would like your help and input on this, Jade. I know you don’t like to know about these things, but this is frustrating in a way."I heard footsteps approaching. “This is exactly what I said, but did she listen to me? No, she did not."

I sighed and thought about it for a second. "Fine, fine. Just tell me because I know you guys never fucking give up; however, only tell me what youre confused on.”

Damon smirked harshly. "Ok, Blue Jay. I’ll tell you what we are stuck on.”

I plopped back on the couch as Damon entered the living room. "Look, Elena stabbed this weird vampire in the heart with a stake, and he did die, but then he came back to life. This girl, Rose, said he’s one of the “originals,” he air-quoted.

I started to harshly frown at those words. I really hope it isn’t who I think it is.

"However, we don’t know if she's telling the truth or not."

I cut him off mid-sentence and anxiously said, "Yes, she’s right...I… I have to go.

The Salvatores frowned at me as I quickly ran out of the room.

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Helo! If you're taking request, may I request a modern aemond x reader smut: they're at a party and aemond can't stop touching reader and letting her know how hard he is for her and they end up having sex in the backseat of his car.

Thank you so much!

Of course!

Steamy Nights

Summery- when you were invited by your dear friend helaena to a party hosted by her brother Aegon, you did not expect to get so close to her other brother, Aemond.

Warnings- smut, p in v, pussy eating, groping, dry humping, Aegon, pet names, degradation, Aemond uses the word whore once.

Helaena. Sweet, innocent Helaena, casually during free period that her brother Aegon was throwing a party that Friday night. Normally, I was not one for parties, but seeing her pout and beg for me to come to the party and live a little, changed my mind. That evening, I get a message from the girl saying that it’s just a party and there is no dress code. I throw my phone to the side and go to my closet. I see many outfits, but one stands out to me. It’s a cute cropped tee that shows my stomach with pretty rhinestones on it in the shape of a butterfly. Originally, I was going to pair it with pants but due to the weather being hot, I opted for shorts, only to find none of them clean and or small. I then go for a skirt which I recently received for my birthday by my aunt.

It was roughly 9:15 when I arrived at the party. The party started at 9:00, so it had only been 15 minutes, regardless, it was filled with people. I walked in, and immediately the scent of alcohol wafted through the house. The house itself was a sight, teens dancing and drinking as if they won’t have a hangover in the morning. I shimmy past a few partygoers, and make my way to the kitchen in search for Helaena, not noticing the sharp eyes of a certain Targaryen watching me.

I enter the kitchen and find Helaena dressed in a shirt and ripped jeans. She is talking to another girl, when she notices me and smiles brightly. “Omg! You came!” She says while hugging me, I smell a tiny hint of alcohol coming from her, but she isn’t drunk. I smile at her and say, “well I had nothing better to do.”. Helaena laughs before introducing me to the girl she was talking to before. Her name was Lana, a sophomore at Kingslanding High School, the same school most of the people here went too. I smile and say hi to her.

All while this is happening, I can feel eyes watching me. Suddenly, someone appears behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly and move out of their way. It was Aemond, wearing a black tee and black jeans paired with black boots. He smelled of cigarettes and mint with a hint of vanilla. He stares at me with his one eye, before gruffly walking past me and grabbing a beer from the fridge. As soon as he has the beer in his hand, he stands up and leaves, not saying a word.

I cant help but stare as he walks away, albeit confused and curious. I turn to Helaena who shrugs at me. “What was that about?”, I ask and she says that she didn’t know. I sigh and decide to grab myself a drink. I open the fridge, finding various amounts of liquor. I grab a bottle of booze and pour it in a red solo cup, provided by Helaena. The stench of the booze wafts into my nose. I ignore it and take a swig.

A loud cheer is heard from the partygoers as Aegon and Cregan play a game of beer pong. Aegon loses but not before chugging a cup of beer. I slight grimace due to his non restraint to alcohol. Regardless, I stand and watch them play, unaware of a predator watching my every move. I continue to sip on my booze before gasping as I’m quickly dragged off to a dark corner of the room. I can smell the scent of cigarettes and mint, meaning Aemond is the one who dragged me. But before I could even ask, his head nuzzles into my neck and he breathes deeply.

“I don’t know what game you are playing, but it better fucking stop.”, he growls sending a shiver up my spine. His hands ghost over my hips, creating goose bumps in their wake. “I don’t know what you are even talking abou-” I say, before getting cut off by Aemond licking my neck. I should push him away, slap him, call for help, but I do none of those things except freeze. I can feel the heat pool in between my thighs. Aemond continues biting and sucking on my neck, leaving a hickey. He presses against me, and I can feel his hard on behind me. The fabric of his jeans catch my clothed pearl, earning a little moan from me.

But just as that happens, he disappears, leaving me flustered and frustrated. I quickly attempt to gather myself before ingesting more booze. After a moment, the booze kicks in, and my confidence levels rise. I try to forget all about what happened by dancing to the music, grinding against a partygoer who is drunk. He wasn’t ugly, but not outstandingly hot. I’m pulled Away for the second time that night, from the boy by Aegon who seemed shitfaced. He grinds against my ass, and I in-turn grind against him.

Aegon places his hands on my hips, before noticing a cheerleader and ditching me. It’s like he ghosted me, and I sigh before dancing again. My hips sway and move enticingly, feeling my self and the music. For a third and final time, I am pulled away from the dance floor and outside. The night sky shines of many stars, and I can see who is pulling me. It’s Aemond, again. I sigh, not in the mood for his antics. Aemond quickly pins me against the side of his car. He is close to me, close enough I can smell the smell of beer from his lips.

His gaze is intense and his jaw is clenched. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” He spits, and I look up at him confused and irritated. “No, what the fuck are you doing?!” I say, and Aemond’s grip on me tightens. “Don’t change the subject pretty, what the fuck were you doing with Aegon?” He says, in a dark tone, I swallow being saying. “We just dancing, why? You jealous that he was able to touch me?” I tease him, which was a mistake.

Aemond opens his backseat door and pushes me into the backseat. He follows, closing the door and locking it. There isn’t a lot of room in his backseat, and Aemond pulls my legs apart and over his shoulders. He nips my inner thighs, and presses wet kisses on them. He leaves marks and bites all over the inner part of my thighs. He presses a kiss on my clothed cunt, and to his amusement, is soaked. The thong panty I wore, had given me away completely.

“You are such a dirty slut aren’t you? Being this wet for me?” He murmurs and grabs my panties with his teeth, pulling them down and stuffing them in his pocket. My bare cunt is glistening in front of him, soaked with arousal. Aemond licks his lips before licking a stripe up the side of my wet folds. I bite my lip, holding back small moans. Aemond then licks another stripe on the other side of my folds. Then, without hesitation, he sucks on my pearl, causing my back to arch off the seats. My hand finds his head and tangles my fingers through his silky hair.

The other hand holds on the seat for dear life as Aemond eats me like a starved man. His tongue flicks and sucks my bundle of nerves before his finger teases my hole. He then inches his finger into my velvety walls, and they clamp on his finger. He pumps his finger in and out of me, still sucking and licking my pearl. I feel my orgasm coming up from the pleasure, and I moan as he adds another finger. His fingers pump out of me at a deliberate pace. My juices cost his fingers, and he adds a third finger. The stretch burns deliciously and I clamp down on him with a moan.

With a loud moan, I cum around his fingers, feeling my juices flood his hand and wrist. I’m breathing heavily as I hear him unbuckle his jeans. He groans, feeling his hard cock free. With a few tugs of his cock, he presses slaps his heavy cock on my pussy. I whine, feeling overstimulated. He grins before saying. “You got a condom or you on the pill?” I nod, already being fucked dumb. “M on the pill.”

And with that he grins, shoving his cock head in my entrance. Due to me being stretched, it doesn’t hurt entering me. I let out a moan, feeling full. This makes Aemond groan, as my walls flutter around his cock. He starts pumping in and out of me, before setting a ruthless rhythm. My pussy squelches as he fucks me. He handles me as if I am a fleshlight. I moan, feeling his balls slap against me. He groans and says, “look at you, taking my cock so well. Fuck, it’s like this pussy was made for me.” He pulls my shirt up and frees my tits. He slaps them gently as he fucks me, enticing a moan.

My legs are shaking, and Aemond groans as he flips the position. I’m now on his lap, and he inserts his cock again and grabs my ass and pulls me off and on his cock. My toes curl as this position has him hitting the spongy part in me. I moan and small tears roll down my face from the pleasure. Aemond gropes and massages my ass. His hips snap against mine, and I moan. Sweat rolls down his forehead and the windows of the car are fogging up.

“Fuck I’m close, keep bouncing on me like the whore you are. Cmon pretty.” He moans as I bounce on his cock. My walls tighten and flutter around his cock and he can’t take it much longer. He rubs my pearl feverishly, and coaxes my orgasm to come faster. A few more thrusts and with him rubbing my pearl so deliciously, it doesn’t take long for me to orgasm. I clench around him tightly and throw my head back with my eyes rolled, feeling the steering white pleasure. Aemond groans and pulls his cock out of me and with a few tugs he finishes on my stomach.

He then fights the urge to get hard again as he swipes his cum off my stomach and tells me to open up. I do and he sticks his finger in my mouth. Making me taste his seed. He groans, feeling my tongue swirl around his finger. “Fuck baby, next time I’m gonna use your mouth.” He groans. I look up at him and smile coyly. “Next time?” He lets out a huff of laughter before pulling me closer onto his lap. He kisses me on the lips, gently holding my chin. He then lights up a cigarette, and I stare at the steamy windows of the car.

“Do you think anyone saw us? Or knew what we were doing?” I ask, drawing a smiley face on the window. “Who cares, if anything they’d be jealous because Im your boyfriend.” He says and I look at him, “you’re my boyfriend?” I ask. He freezes with a blush, a drastic change from earlier. “I can be if you want..” he says in a soft tone, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, let’s go to that café downtown. I’ve heard it’s really good, plus there is a bookstore right next to it.” I say and he hums, agreeing. “Sounds like a plan.”

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