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The Good Kind (President Loki x GN!Reader)
Summary: You and Loki are rivals. Then why did he never harm you? Why did he never truly want you dead? Loki is complicated, but underneath it all⊠Perhaps he was more simple than you expected. (Enemies to Lovers vibe, slow burn, kinda angsty?)
Rating: SFW, All ages
Warnings: Mentions of blood, stab wound
A/N: Okay, this took me far too long to finish. Donât know if Iâm completely satisfied but I just cannot give anymore brain power to this idea lmao. Probably wouldâve worked better as a fic series but like I just canât mentally give that! Hope you enjoy!
Surviving in the void was⊠Well, how do you think surviving in the void was?
Cruel, harsh, dangerousâŠ
You get the idea.
But it was especially difficult when you had rivals. In a place where everything came to die, still there was time for such things. It all seemed rather futile and pointless⊠But⊠Perhaps it made the days go by a little faster - or âvoid daysâ anyway. Funnily enough, time moved differently at the end of time.
One of the most common variants found in the Void were Lokiâs. Truly, take a walk for a few minutes and eventually youâd come across one. But the problem with encountering a Loki is trying to figure out whether they were the âgood kindâ or the âbad kindâ.
Now, of course, that was a generalisation. An easy way to box them in your mind. You werenât naive, you understood the nuisances of Lokiâs, you lived with four of them.
They found you when they were out searching for supplies in the wasteland, and you were thankful they did. If they hadnât, Alioth wouldâve devoured you or worse⊠Someone else may have found you. Cassandra was someone who most Lokiâs - if not all - stayed well away from. They werenât stupid. In fact, there was a tale that one Loki was brave, or foolish, enough to try and face her⊠And well⊠Letâs just say, it wasnât him who told the tale.
(Dead. He was dead.)
No, Lokiâs tended to keep their fighting amongst themselves. It would be comical if you hadnât witnessed their hostility and attempts at backstabbing first hand. Surely they could see how ridiculous and ironic it was? Even at the end of time, Lokiâs were fighting against their greatest enemyâŠ
Themselves.
The group you had been taken in by were just grateful to have someone who wasnât a Loki variant around. You brought some sense of order to their self-created chaos. The older variant was the most visibly exasperated most of the time, and you could hardly blame him. You felt exasperated too and that was without the factor of constantly arguing with yourself.
Aside from Alioth, pirates and the general savages of the void, your groups biggest rival was another group of Lokiâs, lead by the variant who was known as âThe Presidentâ. A title that you always refused to use. Even with the child, you never called him âKingâ or âMy Liegeâ. Although, he didnât seem to mind so much, knowing you had no interest in acquiring the throne or any interest is the chaotic politics of the void. It all seemed rather pointless in such a place. Or maybe that was the real problem, that unlike the world you came from, trying to implement any form of order or system seemed like a moot point, especially when so many fought over wanting control over the wasteland.
You were currently sat on the edge of the manhole, your boots resting on the ladder. You knew not to go far, and being in such a position allowed you to warn the others of any danger and make your own quick retreat back inside your hideout. You sighed, the breeze brushing your skin as you enjoyed a moment of peace - or at least what you considered âpeaceâ in the void. However, you quickly spotted an approaching figure in the near distance, walking over a grassy mound as your eyes narrowed.
Your hand moved to rest on the hilt of your dagger in your belt, a precaution, ready to defend yourself if need be. However, you relaxed slightly as you realised it was the one who you refused to address as âThe Presidentâ. He was alone, and he hadnât seen you yet. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment before shifting, turning your body so you could push yourself to stand on the grass, quietly closing the manhole cover. The last thing you needed was him finding your newest hideout spot after he discovered and recked your last one.
You made the decision to follow him, keeping a safe distance, your curiosity getting the better of you. It was rare you ever saw him without his little gang of followers. And something told you that something was amiss.
After a minute of following the variant, he came to a halt, spinning around as his icy eyes narrowed in on you. Shit. You quickly reached for your dagger, the metal making a slight noise as you removed it from your belt, seeing him conjuring his own dagger as you both began to stalk towards one another.
âDid you really think you could sneak up on me?â President Loki asked lowly, arrogance colouring his tone, that familiar sly glint in his eye.
âI wasnât sneaking, I was following.â You replied, your own voice steady, your steps slowing as you both came to a stop, a few feet between you.
âHm, either way-â Loki raised his dagger, pointing the tip towards you. âYou failed. You are rather bad at being inconspicuous.â He quipped, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
âWhy are you out here alone?â You ignored his comment, raising a curious brow. âWhereâs your loyal possy?â Lokiâs eyes narrowed further, darting around you both briefly to check for any sign of your own group, ensuring this wasnât an ambush.
âTheyâre busy.â He simply stated, raising his chin as his gaze fell on you once more. âAnd what of yours?â
âAlso busy.â You shrugged faintly, your fingers twitching around the hilt of your dagger. A tense moment of silence fell between you both before Loki lowered his dagger, satisfied it was safe to do so. Well, safe for now. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger disappeared in a green shimmer, allowing you to relax slightly.
âDo you have a death wish?â He asked, a hint of amusement on his features.
âIn this place? Probably.â You said wryly, sheathing your dagger back into your belt as you let out a sigh. âTrouble in Loki paradise?â You asked, raising a brow. Lokiâs jaw twitched faintly. âOh dear, did one of your own try to backstab you?â You continued, voice filled with mock sympathy. âEven you canât keep yourself in line it seems.â
âWatch your tongue, mortal.â Loki hissed, taking a step closer, his hands moving behind his back. âOr I wonât hesitate to cut it out.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes. Maybe it was because of how much of your time you spent surrounded by Lokiâs, but any threat given had lost its effect after hearing so many of them. You folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head as you regarded him.
âHave you ever just⊠tried to talk it out? Instead of threatening your⊠followers?â You asked, making Loki blink before a breathy, mocking laugh left him.
âThreats invoke fear and fear makes others more⊠cooperative.â He replied smoothly, his own head tilting faintly. âKings do not get their thrones by simply âtalkingâ.â
âMaybe not, but Kings donât get to keep their thrones without it.â You countered, the distant rumble of Alioth sounding through the air. Your eyes flickered over to the left, seeing the giant cloud monster lurking, searching for its next meal. Lokiâs eyes lingered on your profile, a look of thought passing over his features before his gaze followed yours.
âI suggest you head back.â He muttered lowly, turning on his heel, facing away from you. âBefore Alioth decides he fancies a rather defiant-tasting dinner.â You bit your lower lip lightly, knowing he was right. You looked back at him, seeing him beginning to walk away, continuing on his original path.
Good kind or bad kind? You were still figuring him out.
Youâd had a few run-ins with him, and never once did he harm you. Never one did he even attempt to take you, use you as bait for the other Lokiâs, or at all factor you into his schemes. It was confusing. Why? He had plenty of chances, this being one of them. Perhaps he just didnât think you were worth his time. You were just a mortal after all, he had bigger fish to fry.
Unbeknownst to you, President Loki did indeed keep you alive for a reason⊠Probably the same reason as his fellow variantsâŠ
You werenât a Loki.
Spending so long in the void with only himself, literally⊠Well, having someone who wasnât him was⊠a strange comfort. Heâd never admit it, of course. You were the potential of a different perspective, a different way of thinking, a different attitude. Even if you were just a mere mortal. But most mortals perished within the first few minutes of their arrival, and you⊠You survived. That was the only thing about you that was even remotely close to a Loki. Survival.
If he had stumbled across you when you first arrived, he was sure he wouldâve killed you, or left you to Alioth. But his other variants had taken pity. But perhaps his way wouldâve also been him taking pity, stopping you from being subjected to the harsh reality of the void. Maybe his cruelty wouldâve been a kindness.
And maybe, he did hold a⊠tiny spec of respect for you. Not in the typical sense, but in twisted way. Perhaps he respected you, because you werenât one of him. He didnât even fully understand it himself. And he didnât care to.
âYou did whatâŠ?â
President Lokiâs voice held a dangerous edge, his back straightening as he turned to look at the two fools before him. The two Loki variants shared a look of confusion at their leaders tone, clearly expecting him to be pleased with their actions. Loki took a slow step closer, his golden horns making him look even more intimidating as they glinted in the dim light of their hideout.
âSpeak!â Lokiâs voice barked, command lacing the simple word as one of the variants obeyed.
âW-we caught the mortal.â The woman Loki variant spoke, her blue eyes darting to her accomplice. âThey were split from the others, and we saw an opportunityâŠâ She paused. âFor you, my liege.â She quickly added, brows furrowing faintly. Loki exhaled a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his hand moved to pinch to bridge of his nose. âWe can use them to lure the others, ambush them!â
Another Loki variant walked past, holding an old chalice of wine in his hand as the President whirled around, smacking it from his hand, the cup clattering to the ground. He didnât pay the innocent variants offence any mind, his hands moving to his hips, pushing back the hem of his blazer as they settled there.
âYou beef-witted⊠Oafs!â Loki insulted them, irritation clear on his face as he whirled back around to face them. âYou were sent to survey them! Not capture one of them!â
âWe saw an opportunity for the upper hand and took it!â The other variant finally spoke, stepping forwards. âWhich is more than you have been doing as of late.â As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. But it was too late for apologies, Loki had summoned his dagger in a heartbeat, advancing on his idiotic variant, grabbing him by his makeshift armour. His dagger moved to press against the variants throat, his followers all pausing their chatter in the decrepit room as they watched with half amusement and half caution.
âYou undermine me?â Loki growled, a snarl curling at his lip. âYour fierce leader? Your future King? The superior Loki?â He pressed the blade of the dagger closer to his variants neck, making his variant try and move his head further back, trying to put space between him and the cold metal.
Loki knew there had been whispers amongst his ranks, doubts about his leadership, his resolve for the throne⊠And he knew it wouldnât be long before those whispers turned into action, a rebellion⊠And he couldnât have that. No. He worked too hard to get here.
With a low sound of frustration, Loki pushed the variant back, the dagger disappearing in a flash of green. The variant took a breath, composing himself as he glared at his leader.
âIf I hear any more treacherous words, any more doubt about my ability to lead us to victoryâŠâ Loki turned slowly, eyeing all of his followers, ensuring each one felt the gravity of his words. âAnd Iâll make sure Alioth is well fed.â He threatened, tense silence following. Satisfied he had made his point, he turned on his heel, stalking off towards the stock kept further inside the hideout, leaving his variants to stew over his warning.
Pushing aside the tatty curtain, Lokiâs eyes fell upon you. You were sat on a crate, wrists and ankles bound with rope and tape over your mouth and you were⊠glaring at him. He could hardly blame you.
âShoddy workmanship.â Loki remarked, raising a brow as he nodded towards the ropes, a hint of a smirk on his lips despite the lingering irritation. âI personally wouldâve used magic, but some of my variants lack⊠finesse.â He added, letting out a short sigh before stepping through the curtain into the small room. It was filled with random scraps of metal and wood, cans of food and other items that could be useful to their survival.
Quite frankly, you were pissed.
Loki summoned his dagger once more, twirling casually between his fingers, his eyes narrowing. You eyed the dagger, feeling a hint of uncertainty creeping in. You had heard part of the disagreement that had just taken place, and couldnât help but worry that⊠perhaps he would use this to his advantage now. He may as well, right? You were right there. Maybe he would use you to lure out the others or maybe he would just kill you, just to make a point to his doubters that he was still as fierce as he once was.
Silently, he stepped closer, your breaths quickening as you felt your heartbeat pound in your chest. He held your gaze, an unreadable expression on his face. He lifted the dagger, moving it towards you, making you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the harm to befall you.
But insteadâŠ
You heard the sound of rope being sliced through, the slight tug of your wrists before they fell free. Your brows creased, confused as your eyes reopened, looking down to see the rope in your lap. Your wrists were in fact now free.
âI assume youâre capable of untying your ankles yourself.â Loki commented casually, as if he hadnât just toyed with you, once again sending his dagger back into his pocket dimension. âI donât want to get my trousers dirty.â He added wryly, gesturing towards the stone floor, well aware that his trousers were already rather tatty.
He was⊠letting you free? Or at least, free from your restraints?
You felt suspicion and skepticism rise as you reached up to remove the tape from your lips, pulling at it as the sound filled the small space before a âfuckâ left your lips at the sting of it pulling at your skin. You took a breath, throwing the tape aside with distain before leaning forwards to eagerly untie your ankles.
âThink of this as a⊠I scratch your back, you scratch mine situation.â Loki continued, stepping back to give you some space, his eyes flickering around the stock.
Of course, there was an angle. There always was with a Loki.
âIâd rather you just killed me.â You muttered with a huff, making Lokiâs lips tug into a brief smile - one that was toothy and sly.
âYou see⊠Not everything I do involves a threat.â He mused, leaning against a nearby rickety shelving unit. âItâs a fair bargain, is it not? Your freedom for a favour. A favour which I can call upon at any time.â
You kicked the rope from your boots, pushing yourself to stand, an ache in your muscles from the fight youâd tried to put up against his two lackeys. âAnd by favour you mean betrayal.â You said lowly, narrowing your eyes. âLet me guess⊠I rat out my group, help you scheme your way to the boys throne?â Loki averted his gaze for a second, giving you your answer. Scoffing, you shake your head in disbelief, beginning to move towards the tatty curtain, giving him your own answer.
Smirking, Loki pushed off of the rickety shelving unit, watching as you shoved the curtain aside, features frowning. âI take that as a âwe have a dealâ?â Loki called after you in amusement, hands moving to clasp behind his back. He swore he heard you mutter a âassholeâ under your breath as you disappeared from view, and it only made his smirk widen. After a second, he followed you out, heading back into the din of his followers, seeing them all watching you stride confidently away, unfazed by their eyes all watching you. Lokiâs gaze flickered over his group, a scowl forming on his face.
âLet them go.â He ordered lowly, sending one last warning glance before turning on his heel and venturing further into the hideout, away from prying eyes. As soon as he disappeared, a few members of the group shared glances with one another, seemingly skeptical of their leaders decision to let you walk free⊠Only adding to their suspicions that, perhaps, their leader wasnât as ruthless as he made them believe.
Loki lounged on his makeshift throne, his mind elsewhere as his variants chatted amongst themselves. He really did grow tired of his own company. It was the same routine over and over - bickering, fights, backstabbing⊠Maybe his brother had a point to be irritated by his antics. He was disrupted from his thoughts by three of his followers rushing into the hideout, the three he had sent to do a perimeter check. Loki straightened in his throne, eyes narrowing. Something was wrong.
âMy Liege-â One of them began, a little breathless. âWe spotted a group of Cassandraâs ruffians.â They informed him, making Lokiâs grip on the arms of his seat tighten, irritation flaring. How dare they trespass on his land? But what another one of them said next, only heightened his attention.
âThe mortal was there.â
Loki didnât need a name, he knew exactly who they were referring to⊠And much to his own surprise, his blood ran cold. You were capable, yes, you had survived this long in the void⊠But Cassandraâs lot⊠They were a whole other level of savage.
Loki pushed himself to his feet, the variants that were sat instantly following suit, awaiting orders. He took a sharp breath, trying to remain calm despite the tug of concern that nagged at him in his chest, still clinging to that composure and strength he knew his followers needed to see from him.
âGather your weapons and secure the perimeter.â Loki ordered, his voice steady and commanding. âEnsure they do not find our hideout.â Loki stepped down the few steps, his shoes clicking on the stone floor as his followers did as he commanded, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket - a habit he had when he was on edge or anxious. âIf any of those savages get close, you strike.â
As his variants moved about the hideout, Loki strode towards the three who had brought the news, a determined look in his eye. Stopping before one of them, he leaned in, eyes boring into theirs. âWhere was the mortal?â He asked lowly, his tone holding no room for arguments or questions. The female variant raised her chin slightly, glancing at the other two before meeting his gaze again.
Leaving his variants to secure their hideout, Loki traipsed through the wasteland of the void, determination sharpening his features. Why did he care? Why was he so determined to ensure you were unharmed? He let out a sound of frustration, irritated at his own mind for stirring such thoughts. Caring was a weakness, especially in a place like this, in his position. Yet, something about you stirred memories of a simpler time. A time before everything went⊠to shit. Memories of connection⊠Connection to his mother, his brother⊠His father. Everything in Lokiâs life had been complicated, at least to him, but something about you was⊠simple. And even that managed to stir such complex emotions he hadnât felt in⊠centuries.
âUseless.â Loki muttered under his breath, shaking his head faintly. âMortals. Weak and feeble.â He tried to remind himself, yet his eyes continued to scan the land around him for any sign of you. Maybe letting you go to the chaos of the void would be a kindness⊠Even as that thought went through his mind, his heart - something rather dusty - tugged in discontent.
He couldnât.
Movement caught the corner of his eye, his head snapping towards it as he prepared to summon his seidr, to protect his territory from the enemy. But his posture relaxed as he recognised the figure.
You.
And you were wounded.
His feet moved quicker than his head as he strode towards you, his brows creased. As he neared, he saw your hand clutching your side, seeing the scrapes and cuts on your face. You had survived. That familiar flicker of respect appeared in his chest at that fact.
âYouâre resilient.â Loki called steadily. âIâll give you that.â Your gaze lifted, eyes meeting his when he stopped a few feet away. You watched as his gaze drifted over you, clearly assessing your current state. You were hunched faintly, clearly in pain, and Loki mentally cursed himself before he drew closer, stopping right next to you. âWhy do you insist on wandering alone?â He sighed, shaking his head.
âWhy do you?â You quipped back, voice strained. Loki let out a sharp breath, pursing his lips. Of course, the answer was peace. A bit of solace from the chaos you both found yourselves surrounded by - Loki variants. Clicking his tongue, Lokiâs slender fingers reached towards your hand at your side, prying it away so he could take a better look. His jaw tensed as he took in the damage, feeling a wave of anger at Cassandraâs savages for harming you.
âYouâre losing blood.â He stated lowly, making you scoff. Loki sent a warning glare, but you missed it, busy trying to remain on your feet. âCome.â His hand fell from yours, allowing you to once again grip your side as he began to head in the opposite direction to his hideout. Your brows furrowed in confusion. Where was he going? âHurry up.â Loki snapped. âUnless you truly do have a death wish.â
With a sigh, you began to follow, Loki making no move to slow down. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps he was going to lure you away, out of sight and finally finish you off. You stumbled slightly, wincing at the jolting action of your body, making Loki halt and whip round to look back at you. He saw the way your face scrunched in pain, noticing the exhaustion in your breaths. With a deep breath of his own, he headed back towards you.
Without saying a word, he moved to your side, an arm wrapping around your shoulders before he bent his knees, his other arm slipping behind your knees. You barely had time to register what was happening as he lifted you easily, holding you in his arms. Your eyes widened faintly, looking up at his face. He refused to meet your eyes, keeping his own ahead.
âDo try not to bleed on my suit.â He muttered lowly, continuing to walk once again.
This was a strange way to lead someone to their deathâŠ
Loki kicked open the rickety shackâs door, the wood creaking as he did so, stirring you from your half lulled state. He hadnât taken you far, but it was definitely not his hideout you were at. Lifting your head from his shoulder, he walked you both inside, heading towards a tatty cot in the corner of the room as he set you down - a lot gentler than you had expected. Your brows furrowed, watching him as he straightened, still not meeting your gaze. He turned away from you, striding gracefully towards the other side of the room, giving you a chance to take in your new surroundings.
It was dimly lit, a shattered window being the only light source, dusty books were littered on the rickety furnishings along with a few odd trinkets and such. It was only when you noticed the familiar splash of emerald green of a blanket at the end of the cot that you realisedâŠ
This was his space. His own personal hideout⊠Away from prying eyes.
âYes.â Loki finally spoke, breaking the silence. âThis is my⊠personal haven.â He added wryly over his shoulder, finally turning to look at you. When your eyes finally landed on him again, you noticed the lack of his signature horns that usually sat upon his head, now set aside on the old, small writing desk. Without it, he looked less⊠sharp. His features werenât accentuated by the shadows from his horns, now looking much softer. In his hands were medical supplies, bandages and gauze.
He was⊠offering help?
âDonât look so surprised.â Loki quipped, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. âEven I need a break from myself from time to time.â He mused, raising a brow. Purposefully, he approached, his shoes making the wood beneath his feet creak with each step, before he placed the supplies on the cot beside you, elegantly lowering himself to kneel on one knee before you. You had yet to say a word, still taking in the situation you found yourself in.
âNo one else knows about this place.â Loki continued, his voice calm. âAnd Iâd like to keep it that way.â His eyes held yours for a moment, searching yours - it was almost a silent plea. Reaching for the gauze, he gestured for you to lift your leathers slightly, a hint of tentativeness in the request. He wasnât used to patching up others. This was⊠new for him. Shifting on the cot, you twisted yourself slightly so he could access your side easier, your bloodied fingers slowly peeling the leather up, revealing the stab wound you have received. Thankfully, you had managed to angle yourself defensively during the scuffle, making the attacker miss anything vital, but leaving a rather nasty gash. Lokiâs azure eyes flickered to the wound, his jaw tensing again, and you swore you saw a flicker of anger go through his gaze.
âIt could be worse.â He uttered through gritted teeth, moving to carefully press the gauze against your wound, making you hiss, body tensing. Loki felt a flair of regret, but he knew it was necessary. âBear in mind⊠Iâm not a healer.â He murmured. Being this close to Loki, you could see every detail of his face - the faint scars, the flecks of green in his eyes, the lines around his brows and mouth. He looked⊠human. It was as if Loki could sense you staring, his eyes snapping up from his hands to meet yours. âHasnât anyone ever told you itâs rude to stare?â
âSorry.â You found yourself muttering, finally speaking again, averting your gaze quickly. Lokiâs lips tugged upwards briefly, eyes dropping back to his hands. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again.
âI didnât say stop.â
You couldnât help but let out a huff of amusement, which shifted into a wince. âAsshole.â You shook your head, missing the way Lokiâs smirk widened into a quick grin. Within these walls, Loki could let his guard down - if only a little. This was his safe space, a place where he could hang up the role of fierce leader and trickster, just for a short while.
Gently, he pulled away the gauze, the material having soaked up some of the blood so he could see the wound clearer. âYouâll live.â He told you quietly, discarding the bloodied gauze to reach for another. âFor now.â With a quiet sigh, he once again pressed the new gauze against your side.
âThat sounds like a threat.â You murmured wryly, glancing at him. Loki met your gaze, letting your words hang in the air for a moment. It felt like there was a shift between you both, the underlying tension that had always been present bubbling to the surface. Ever so slightly, your breath hitched, suddenly feeling nervous - but not in the usual way the void elicited.
âNo.â The word came from Lokiâs lips, barely above a whisper, his head ever so faintly shaking. A pause. âItâs a promise.â
The statement was spoken with a softness that you hadnât seen from Loki before, a level of acceptance. Loki was complicated, yet in these moments he felt⊠simple. No matter how reluctant he tried to appear, or how aloof and cold⊠Beneath it all, he did care⊠In his own way. And it showed, in his own way too. It wasnât an outright confession, but it was as close as you would get⊠That he did have a reason for keeping you alive, for not harming you, for not wanting harm to befall youâŠ
Finally, Loki tore his gaze away, feeling the weight of the moment in his chest. It became a little too much, a little too intense. But⊠it didnât feel wrong. Delicately, he once again removed the gauze, reaching for a new one so he could finally wrap your wound.
âWhen you get back to your group, it will need properly cleaning.â Loki cleared his throat, voice clear once more. âAnd try to avoid any more sharp objects.â He added wryly, raising a brow and giving a pointed look. âIt would be⊠a shame if my rival were to perish from such a boring form of death.â And just like that, your usual dynamic clicked back into place, making your lips curl into a faint smirk.
âI shall aim for something more adventurous next time.â You quipped, a softer edge to your voice.
The good kind.
He was definitely the good kind.
#loki x reader#president loki x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#loki#loki fic#loki mcu#marvel x reader#loki oneshot#enemies to lovers#loki imagine
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So everyone knows luigi's mansion. How you need to save poor brother Mario. Every time you come across him he just looks so not okay. But this, this beautiful image from the booklet just shows him SO perplexed. Like he's contemplating so hard, guess this is how it feels on the other side. Dudes not freaked or nothin just mildly disappointed and confused. Guy deals with evil mansions full of bad guys all the time and he just doesn't question the glowing green mansion that growls at passersby. He literally walked right into it. Lugi is never gonna let him live it down.
#mario and luigi#mario#luigi's mansion#luigi#luigi nintendo#my dude is so confused#and disappointed#but mostly#confused#luigi may be terrified but by god is he gonna lord this over his brothers head forever#e gadd#e gadd is just having the time of his life#living the best retirement plan#being a nuisance to the living AND the dead#also luigi are you aware how much your taxes are now gonna cost owning a mansion?!#boi its expensive#gonna go broke#cant believe ive had this game for 20 years and never noticed this#the whole book is e gad being a lil fiend#love that crazy scientist
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Had another stupid semi-nightmare about my piece of shit brother...... Can he just kill himself already please, so that way at least in my dreams I can be like "wait you're dead this doesn't even bother me" lol
#its like once a month or so that he shows up in my dreams amd its been this way for years and i hate it. i hate him.#a few years ago they changed from 100% being nightmares any time he showed up to slowly being able to stand up for myself to him to openly#telling him to fuck off and not letting him interfere with whatever i have going on in the dream. and now its pretty rare that they turn#into full blown nightmares but it does happen. more often than not when he shows up in my dreams now he acts as sort of a roadblock or an#uneasy presence that emotionally keeps me from doing things or something like that. just a fucking nuisance.#i havent spoken to this guy inover a decade and as of about 6 months ago he lives on the other side of the country now. im so beyond ready#to never think of him again and never dream of him again and i genuinely hope he kills himself for what he did to me and the way he treated#every woman in my family. hes already dead to me i guess but i do wonder how my dreams will change once he actually dies#while im on the topic - i do have him to thank in a way for my outgrowing my suicidal thoughts when i was younger...... when i was like 19#or so he lived with our grandparents and me for a brief time and he pissed me off so much that i vowed to myself that i was going to live#at least long enough to see his grave. i wanna live in a world without him in it someday. that spite has kept me going lol
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Been so busy with work I forgot to be depressed about holidays. Luckily I fixed that by getting off work early today
This helped tho
#big collector re: the beheaded being a nuisance vibes#which is why it helped because shit man its been like 3 years? and still have the good ol dead cells hyperfixation#happy almost anniversary for my first dead cells fic#anyway yeah im depressed and ive listened to all my comfort listens multiple times this year already#so i dunno what im gonna do to stave off bleak despair#maybe draw something? maybe draw something#i dont have a holiday comic this year#just no energy after work and i cant take the laptop and tablet on the train#sad but also i need fuckin money to live so#i am also going to make very untraditional cornish pasties#beef and not lamb and no parsnips because lamb is fucking expensive and i just didnt want to buy parsnips#hope all yalls holidays are happier than mine!#sincerely and honestly i really just want other people to be content and safe and to find a place in the world that fulfills them#anyway peace im gonna fall asleep in the bath and wreck my phone lmao
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i think starting uni post-covid and living at home is the worst combination in the WORLD actually
#its so difficult to make friends because like#for one nobody talks to each other#like lectures are dead silent and pretty much everyone sits alone#or like. if they do sit with someone they only talk to them in that lecture and nowhere else in my experience LOL#i thought we all hated each other but i imagine a lot of us just like#arenât used to being around so many people after covid still?#and like i guess it also sort of took out the chunk of time where we shouldâve been socialising and having fun in a way#but then i face the living at home stuff#so i donât even have like flatmates i see daily or something#which makes it so much harder#and i canât join societies because to be fair all of ours look a bit rubbish but simultaneously a lot are like late evening#and i commute so thatâs a nuisance for me#i dunno man it just SUCKS a bit at the moment like#i love doing stuff alone but sometimes i wish i had friends who wanted to do stuff too like#i have friends but none of them wanna do things#and i love my friends a lot but i wanna do things !1!/)2ÂŁ2#yelling this into the void of tumblr i have to get it off my chest ok#lonely uni students out there i am with you we are holding hands
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I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said âyeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.â And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.
By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my Lâil limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasnât gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didnât quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.
At 18 I was like âhey Iâm realizing all my friends are going on missions. I donât wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I donât have a âgood enoughâ reason to not wanna go.â So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.
I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was likeâŠSWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, donât ask me how).
I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didnât know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and weâd go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast heâd jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and Iâd do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense heâd think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.
I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of womenâs minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to âTreat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Donât Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.â Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).
I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after weâd spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasnât just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (Heâs also a huge chaser but thatâs a separate thing.)
I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a âbirthday cakeâ from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the âcandles,â pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.
I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dadâs solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldnât have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured Iâd call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was âsupposed to doâ so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy whoâd helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how Iâd been feeling.
A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldnât give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men Iâd already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.
After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.
I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasnât slowly draining that puzzleâs will to live.
On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancĂ©e @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancĂ©e moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. Weâve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now itâs not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast itâs almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my âexpiration date,â now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. Iâm training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.
Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when Iâm supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why Iâm crying rn or why I feel so happy. Iâm gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love yâall đ
#tgirl swag#worm#mormon#lds church#church of jesus christ of latter day saints#boy scouts#Mormon mission#Mormon missionary#elder#the book of mormon#bisexual#transgender#trans stuff#trans pride#lgbt pride#bi pride#mental health#BYU#pets#my cat#cat#dumb cat#granny weatherwax#terry pratchett
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was scrolling on here and saw a rly cool and popular artist ive been following for ages spoiler the hogwarts game and the post had over 100k notes
so i wanna go over my thoughts on this whole scenario ig
#i watched asmongold react 2 a video on this and the yter summed it up so well#the common person not online doesnt rly give a shit about this#if you want allies being a nuisance (spoiling) and harassing people (even allegedly sending death/dox threats) is not how you do it#its just a weird narrative that people who play it are bigoted b/c the owner of the IP is bigoted#like for example nestle has a lot of products we use in every day lives#meanwhile nestle literally admitted to child slavery in thailand#is everyone who uses their products pro slavery? no#boycotting the game is fine#even donating to the trevor project or trans/jewish specific charities would be a good step#im sure a lot of ppl doing the harassing r doing it in misguided allyship or worse want to purposely bring down the movement#but its so weird to harass people for literally just playing a game#transphobic ppl with weird shit on ur blog dont interact with this i will block you#while i dont agree with this 'discourse' for lack of a better term#trans rights are human rights and its that simple#and jk rowling is brain dead for worrying trans ppl r gonna prey on ppl in bathrooms like ???#heres the vid i mentioned btw#https://youtu.be/NlWJqReUjjM
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You've been kidnapped by the local butcher and he convinces you he's going to fucking eat you.
Dark!Ghost x fat fem reader drabble
CWs: dead dove, rape, dehumanization, gaslighting, bondage, undiscussed kink(?), animal play(?), threats and talk of cannibalism but no actual cannibalism
(A tidied up and extended ramble I subjected @391780 to on anon. Inspired directly from their post where Butcher!Simon draws a diagram of beef cuts on you.)
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Itâs pretty immediately obvious heâs a murderer. Heâs probably a serial killer for all you know.
In reality, Simon doesnât consider himself a serial killer, despite his body count. Heâs just someone who doesnât have qualms dealing with nuisances. Heâs a retired vet, after youâd killed enough people, whatâs a few more?Â
No, his kills were just business, practical. They were men who made the mistake of getting in his way, of being inconvenient. Most, anywayâthereâs at least one or two whose only crime was being an especially annoying cunt. Sometimes, some people âjusâ need killinââ.Â
As a butcher, he does find the implication funny, but no, heâs not eaten any of the scum heâs offâed. âDonât serve âem up to customers, neitherâ. After all, Simonâs got far higher standards than that. They werenât even fit for dog food and he has a reputation to uphold. No one can compete with his quality.Â
No, youâre nothing like them. Youâre special.
Never in his life had he seen a prettier creatureâand youâre absolutely prime. Heâs salivating just looking at you, plump and oh so soft. He can see it in the way your skin wobbles gently as you move about. Simon couldn't find a straight line on you. And heâs looked. Heâs been transfixed watching you, aching.
You live your life meandering obliviously, no brand in sight, not even a tag on your ear. He's surprised no one else snatched you up. Poor thing left to fend for itself âs cruel. Nothing else to it.Â
Wrangling you was simple, itâs not like your large form actually offered you anything towards your defense. It was easy, really. Your lack of instincts was staggering, it was even more shocking that you lasted this long, he almost couldnât stop himself from laughing.
You were clueless to the danger, even when it was directly in front of you, it only endeared you to him. Your eyes roved over him, not paying him any mind, just carrying on about your undoubtedly inane business. Only when he was on you and it was too late did you start to kick up a fuss.
The look of panic on your face was just priceless. All this crying and babbling nonsense like, âWhat are you doing?!â and âStop!â.
Simon's main concern was not damaging you too much, he was careful. Just a single huge bicep around your neck and any fight you had seemingly evaporated with fright. You're bent over in a headlock, his grip as rigid as a pillory, but heâs not applying enough pressure to actually choke you. Youâre just forced helplessly to come along or be dragged.
Not that it would have mattered if you were too wild to be led, he would simply tighten his hold, and allow up a quick nap. Heâd pull out the dolly, load up the truck and be on his way.
On the big stainless steel work table the metal stings you even through your clothes. Unfortunately for you, even that scant protection doesn't last. The sight of the shears was enough to paralyze you again, and with a handful of strategic snips, Simon rips your last vestiges of humanity from you. All your skin transforms to gooseflesh, shivering on the table, but your nipples is where his roaming gaze finally settles.
Heâll have to remember to adjust the heat later. After all, ââs a bit early to start chillinâ youâ, heâd chuckle. You were a bit of silly thing, he thought. Maybe itâd be a minute till youâd actually catch on.
You're his little prize. Simon will coddle you, give you plenty of softness and warmth. Youâll not want for blankets, pillows, and other such treats, but not a stitch of clothing will ever touch your skin again. There would be no hiding your nakedness.
âClothes? Clothes âre for people, what yâ need clothes for?â he scoffed. You donât make the mistake of thinking itâs a question, because he doesnât want you to answer. A dog doesnât answer âwho's a good boy?â does he?Â
Heâs measuring you, jotting things down. You think distantly that the pencil looks puny in his fist. While he's at it, he's feeling and squeezing every inch of you. Youâre groped and prodded like some saran wrapped package of beef at the grocery store.
Only when you think thereâs finally a reprieve, youâre being hogtied. Youâre trussed up in practically half a roll of twine, fat bulging between the strands, desperate to escape its bite. Simon says it looks good on you, canât resist taking one of your new little rolls between his fingers, giving you a teasing pinch. You struggle of course, but the terrifying man commands you to âSettleâ, says the only thing your fussing will get you is rope burn.Â
He claps you on the ass affectionately, assuring you that the scratchy string is only temporary. He knows a guy for leather, does good work. All hand stitched. Simon will have a proper harness made for you. Something with a lot of d-rings. It will be more comfortable for you and he can situate you how he likes with minimal bruising or chaffing.Â
As he admires your skin, heâll remark offhandedly that heâll have to ""'ave somethin' from you" too. Heâs not usually one to bother, but itâd be a travesty to waste hide like yours. Couldnât find more supple could yâ? He hasnât decided whatâll be yet, heâll need to do some maths to figure out how much material you'll make. Behind his mask and the façade of impassivity, he savors your reaction. Thatâd be about the first time your consciousness flees from you.
Simon will lay it on thick, praise how "well-marbled" you are. Delectable. So plump and well-fed, you can't blame him for any of this, really. He'll say something about kobe beef and taking good care of you. Heâll massage you daily, knead every inch of you between his huge oiled hands. He'd take his time, temple t' toes. You couldnât get a knot in a muscle if you tried.
Your more delicate bits donât escape his tender ministrations either. He takes painstaking work in rubbing your insides down with thick fingers, wringing orgasms from you until you're limp and still as the rest of the meat in his shop. Says itâs good for the flavor, will make you even sweeter.
Itâs all completely horrifying, it has to be a nightmare. He says all this so casually, like heâs telling you the time of day. This man is truly completely deranged.Â
His hands are always on you, itâs never fucking ending. He's taken it upon himself that you never âexertâ yourself and you have no choice in the matter. Bastard wonât even let your hands free to eat or bathe. He "grooms" you. Brushes your hair, trims your nails, cleans your teeth, brushes, lathers, rinses, dries, moisturizes your skin. Itâs humiliating and you hate every second of it.
The juxtaposition is too much, the horror and absurdity of it all. All the restraints and manhandling, your looming demise, while insisting on soft surfaces for you, water temperature just right, food carefully curated and cut up just so. He wonât let anything happen to spoil the meat.
He doesnât spare any expense on your âfeedâ either. You eat what he eats, might as well be eating off his plate. Albeit simple, itâs good food, you don't see a point in denying it. It's fresh and flavorful and to no oneâs surprise it includes a lot of meat. Always from his shop of course, only the best for you.
Heâll bring out some new parcel every night for dinner, unfolding the brown paper wrapping, holding up to you to admire his work. ââS a ribeyeâ. He goes on about the marbling, the even color of the meat. âCouldnât find fresherâ heâd say, "was only jus' bleedin' this mornin'".
Youâre his captive audience. Thereâs nothing else you can do but warily watch him make dinner, even if seeing a blade in his hand gives your heart palpitations. Steak, sautĂ©ed mushrooms, jacket potatoes, roasted broccoli.
Youâve long since stopped fighting him when it comes to meals. Because it can always get worse. After being bent over on the floor, forced to eat off a dish without the use of your hands, youâd resigned yourself to the fact that eating off his fork was a sufferable compromise. Still, if heâs in a mood he wonât even allow that. You'll eat off his fingers, and heâll laugh at your expense and chide you when you inevitably âmake a messâ.Â
The food was prepared, but this time the kitchen knife didnât leave his grasp. It wasnât a steak knife. It was too big and not serrated, but that didnât seem to bother Simon. It certainly bothered you. Its presence loomed like a guillotine in your peripheral.
He feeds you bites between his own. Every mouthful and he looks so pleased. You desperately missed his mask at meal times. At least then you couldnât see his smug fucking face.
On the plate the steam billows and curls. The meat gives easily under your molars, practically melts in your mouth. Hot and rich and juicy, itâs basted in butter, with garlic cloves and sprigs of rosemary, seasoned with cracked peppercorn and flakey sea salt. Itâs a touch rarer than youâd like.Â
You wish you were capable of escaping the horror of it all for even a second, pretend you were anywhere else, with anyone else.
Simon punctuated his first bite with a low rumble of approval, watching you with those dark, cavernous eyes. Heâd continued in that way, a man content in silence.
â...you'll taste better.â
He waited until your last bite to say it, maybe that was mercy on his part. The meat transformed in your mouth, became sinewy and bitter. You couldnât swallow, and went to spit it out. But he expected that apparently, was on you in a second. Giant rough hand sealed over your lips, practically enclosing the bottom half of your face, smooshing your cheeks up into your eyes.Â
âChew.â
It takes longer than usual, but you try to obey. His hand hasnât moved from your mouth.
âSwallow.â
His eyes move from yours to your neck, his thumb grazing your throat lightly, tracing the biteâs trajectory as you force it down. His eyes are back on you then.Â
With Simonâs free hand he deftly pierces the last drippy morsel off the plate with the knife, popping it between his scarred lips. The hand still on you moves, migrates to cup your jaw, gradually starting to squeeze. You donât have any fight left and open before it becomes painful.
Fear paralyzes you again, when he brings the knife towards you.
The movement is slow, as if heâs actually concerned about frightening you. Heâs holding it longwise, pointed off to the side.
Then itâs on your tongue.
He drags the flat of the bladeâs length across the trembling muscle, leisurely, only moving it away to flip it and clean the other side, myoglobin discarded on your tongueÂ
âTheyâll say âm âspoilinâ âer rottenâ. Eatinâ off my own plate, sleepin' in my own bed, warm under my roof. Keepinâ you safe indoors. Such a sweet, tame thing, are you?â. He strokes your cheek, wiping at a drip at the corner of your mouth with a thumb before popping that in his mouth too.
Whenever Simonâs put up enough with your smart mouth, he enjoys the look of your wide wet eyes and your trembling lips stretched around a padded ring gag.
The sounds you make when gagged are special little nonsense noises, almost like you're trying to talk like a person would. Sweet, pitiful sounds. He also loves when wet, choked sobs that cascade out of your open mouth, forcing you to drool. âYouâre so messy, sweetâeart. Nose runninâ, too.â Says you're leaking from practically every hole. Eyes, nose, mouth, cunt.
Sometimes, you might almost be fooled into thinking he feels sorry for you in those moments when you're hyperventilating and hysterical, or wailing so mournfully. He always hushes you when you're crying, pets and hold you, dries your face, as if heâs not the cause of your tears. Despite how much Simon adores the taste of them, adores the soft jingling of the little cow bell tied âround your throat when your whole body quivers with sobs, the stress will sour the meat. Heâll say as much, but surprisingly it doesnât help calm you down.
If it was necessary, he's not opposed to sedation. After all, he's done the research to find one that won't affect your flavor. But most of the time, his solution to your despair is yet another thorough fucking. Dopamine to counteract the stress.
Simon forces the orgasms out of your body as easily as he forces his cock into it, you're utterly helpless to stop either. His livelihood is working with his hands and unfortunately heâs damn good at it. When all's said and done and you're spent, heâll lightly chastise you for working yourself up, for fussing.
He loves the heft of you in his hands, weighs your heavy tits in his palms, grips your ample belly. Simon can't resist taking mouthfuls of you into his mouth, worrying your supple fat with his incisors. Your tits, ass, thighs, arms, belly, back fat, hell, your double chin. It doesn't matter, any squishy bit of you. You're always afraid he might be getting impatient, that heâll take a bite out of you, but he never does. Simon says he's just sampling, maybe tenderizing you a little.Â
His favorite taste of yours is still between your legs. He has you thank him for being so careful there. Past you inner thighs and plump mons, the pressure of his teeth yields, feeling barely a graze.Â
He likes putting mirrors in front of you, says he wants you to see how lovely you are. Your hands are clipped together, chain snagged in one of the shop's many meathooks, just low enough that you donât strain your shoulders or quite have to stand on your tiptoes.
He directs you to watch, popping the lid off of a permanent marker with a squeak.
He maneuvers you this way and that as he works, dragging the marker down your body. His lines are surprisingly clean considering his canvas is such a pliant, organic shape. Hand are as steady as a surgeon. The marker tickled terribly on skin, the ethanol smell burning your nose, making it hard to think.
It only took a minute to recognize what he was doing. Your skin itches under the felt tip. You flail, trying desperately to smear it, to muss his work, but the ink dries too quickly.
Simon wouldn't let you keep your eyes closed, so in that moment you were grateful for the onslaught of tears blurring your vision somewhat.
That day, he showed you all your different cuts, as if you cared, as if you were together enough to pay attention.
Chuck, rib, loin, sirloin, rump, round, flank, plate, brisket, shank.
He tells you which are his favorite. Tells you which of his mates heâll have over to enjoy you, ponders what pieces heâll think theyâll like best. How to cook different cuts to get the best effect, that some cuts are naturally tougher and have to be cooked slowly, while the other cuts are tender and fatty, can be cooked at a higher temperature, quicker.Â
From the very beginning, heâs referenced the âBig Dayâ.
Heâll ask if you're excited over the shinnnnk of a knife against a whetstone. Simon always keeps his tools in order, clean and sharpened expertly, but he thinks he'll polish them up extra shiny for the occasion. To a mirror finish, so you can see yourself. You're so beautiful, it'd be a cryin' shame for you to miss it.Â
Itâs been months now youâve been with him and the day never comes.Â
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You didn't dare question it.
But if you did, Simon would just chuckle, amused that you're so eager. Maybe he'll say that he decided he wants some milk from you instead.
#i love that this is the first thing i've ever posted publicly and it's this abomination#now i need something soft with Ghost as a form of pseudo aftercare#this is a sick fuck dark/horror version of Ghost and isn't intended to be canon accurate#dead dove do not eat#both reader and author are fat#I don't know how to write accents#egregious abuse of quotation marks and italics#dark!Ghost#dark!Simon Riley#call of duty#Silmon Riley x reader#Ghost x reader
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UNSEEN SCENE AFTER MEETING C AND D
C was tugging D along by the sleeve so hard that it was a miracle the leather didnât stretch. the brunetteâs face was dead serious, a determined set to their jaw as they guided their gray-eyed best friend down a quieter path, away from the buzz of the activities fair.
when theyâd put enough distance between them and the fair, D finally pulled free, grinning broadly.
âso⊠was that really the person youâve been talking about for years now?â D asked as they leaned against a lamppost, eyes gleaming.
C crossed their arms, mouth pressed into a thin line as though the question alone was a bait they had no intention of taking.
IF YOU HAVE â€ïž POINTS WITH C
Dâs mouth twisted into a more delighted smile. âoh my god. thatâs really them, isnât it? the one who youâoh, what was it?ââhad the distinct displeasureâ of competing with all these years? the person whoâs been living rent-free in your head since, what, middle school?â
âwill you keep your voice down?â C hissed, looking around in an agitated way, not meeting Dâs eyes.
âyou have got to be kidding me.â D snorted, hands on their hips. âthis is almost too good to be true. years of all your whining about âi canât believe they got the highest grade againâ or âoh, guess who is on the front-page of the school journal againââand now youâre both attending the same university.â
C folded their arms tighter, the very picture of a person resisting all of this with every fiber of their being.
âi wouldnât call it whining,â they said through clenched teeth. âit was merely an observation.â
âoh, sure, it is,â D said, sarcasm spilling from every word as they reached out, clapping C on the shoulder with a teasing gleam in their eyes. âcome on, iâm not blind. youâve been obsessed with them. practically haunted by their existence. and now, here they are. how do you really feel about it?â
âhow do i feel?â C repeated, feigning casual indifference as they shrugged off Dâs hand, forcing their voice to stay steady. âi feel fine. i feel⊠exactly the same as always. itâs not as if seeing them is anything special.â
âoh my god, you are so lying right now,â D snorted, leaning closer with a wide, delighted smile. âi mean, come on, admit it. a little crush? a tiny bit? i mean, you talked about them constantly for years.â
Câs cheeks flushed, and they bristled as they looked away. âitâs not a crush, not at all. no way in hell. it will never ever happen. besides, iâve only mentioned them⊠in passing. a handful of times. you just have a selective memory.â
Dâs laughter was warm, infectious, and wholly unapologetic.
âplease, C,â they said, voice softening to an almost affectionate drawl. âyouâve got to stop kidding yourself. the only person who looks at someone the way you looked at them back there is either head over heels or in some kind of blood feud.â
C scoffed, rolling their eyes, though their stomach twisted uncomfortably at Dâs words. âthereâs nothing good about it. theyâve been a constant, unrelenting nuisance since day one. itâs exhausting.â
âa nuisance who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous?â D raised an eyebrow, grin wide and teasing. âi have to admit that you have excellent taste.â
âtheyâre⊠sure, i suppose theyâre not terrible-looking,â C replied, voice sharp as they struggled to keep any hint of warmth out of their tone. âbut thatâs hardly the point. beauty isnâtâ itâs not everything. thereâs more to them than that.â they could feel Dâs eyes on them, too perceptive, too knowing. âi respect them for their⊠intellect. itâs admirable.â
âtheir intellect is so admirable,â D said, voice and tone mocking Câs. âtheyâre so intellectually âstimulating,â i simply canât stand it.â
âD,â C snapped, but there was no true anger in their voice, just the sharpness of embarrassment and irritation.
D held up their hands, though the grin still danced on their lips.
âalright, alright. iâll stop,â they said, though the teasing lilt never left their voice. âitâs just⊠i mean, come on. if i believed in fateâŠâ
âplease, donât,â C muttered, barely concealing a groan. they glanced away, fixing their gaze on a nearby tree as if that might somehow ground them, stop the fluttering discomfort twisting in their chest.
D finally quieted, though a look of amusement still lingered in their eyes. after a moment, their expression softened. âlook, i didnât know that was them back there. otherwise, i wouldnât have⊠tried to chat them up.â
âitâs none of my business,â C replied quickly, perhaps too quickly, the denial coming out sharper than they intended. âyou can flirt with whoever you want, D. you are your own person, same goes for them.â
Dâs gaze lingered on C for a moment, thoughtful, as though they could read the faint tremor that betrayed Câs supposed indifference.
âright. got it.â Dâs voice was quiet, a hint of laughter still beneath it, but slightly gentler now.
C shifted under the weight of Dâs stare, feeling strangely exposed, as if theyâd somehow let a crack appear in the careful façade theyâd maintained all these years.
âbesides,â C added, trying to inject a note of finality into their tone. âitâs⊠itâs complicated. i donât expect you to understand.â
D shrugged, a flicker of something like empathy crossing their face before they brushed it off. âhey, i get it. just didnât realize they were the infamous rival of yours. honestly, it explains so much.â
C shot them a dubious look. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âoh, nothing,â D replied innocently, but their eyes were still dancing with that infuriating glint. âi just think you should be more honest with yourself. might save you some of this broodfest, grumpster.â
âthanks for the unsolicited advice,â C retorted dryly, though they could feel the faint sting of truth in Dâs words, a reminder of thoughts theyâd long tried to ignore. âcan we just⊠talk about something else?â
D gave a little shrug, letting the subject drop with a nod. âfine by me. though i will say, this is definitely the highlight of the semester so far.â
C rolled their eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of their mouth despite themselves. âyour standards are painfully low, D.â
âoh, absolutely,â D agreed with a grin, falling into step beside C. âbut admit it, youâd miss me if i wasnât around to torment you like this.â
C huffed, but their gaze softened, a hint of genuine affection flickering in their expression. âperhaps. only if it keeps you from tormenting everyone else.â
âoh, please. you know most of them are happy enough to let me âtormentâ them.â Dâs grin turned almost conspiratorial. âjust make sure to invite me into any fistfights if this whole rivalry thing escalates.â
C chuckled, and the sound felt surprisingly light, easing some of the tension that had coiled in their chest. for a moment, the weight of their earlier encounter with you seemed to fade, replaced by the familiar comfort of their best friendâs easy humor.
as they walked back toward their dorm, their steps falling into an unspoken rhythm, C allowed themself a moment of quiet. they still felt the faint sting of embarrassment, the echo of Dâs teasing words lingering like a half-formed thought in the back of their mind. but there was also an undeniable warmth, a strange, hesitant excitement that fluttered just beneath the surface.
they tried to push it away, to ignore the thrill of possibility that had sparked when they saw you across the fairground, but it lingered all the same. and as they walked in silence beside D, their gaze fixed ahead, they couldnât quite shake the feeling that, whether they liked it or not, they would be forced to confront things they didnât understand quite yet.
IF YOU HAVE â€ïž POINTS WITH D
C stiffened, their jaw clenching, barely nodding. âyeah. thatâs them.â
D laughed, clapping a hand on their best friendâs shoulder.
âwow. okay, see, now i get it,â they said, shaking their head. âyou were always complaining about how they were everywhere, stealing the spotlight. but, damn, if iâd known you werenât exaggerating like crazy, iâd have pestered you for their contact ago.â
âyeah, like that was ever gonna happen,â C muttered with the irritation of someone whoâd just had a private grudge revealed.
âoh, come on,â D continued, eyes still dancing with that insufferable amusement. they werenât even pretending to hide their interest now. âdid you see them? theyâre hot! as in hot like a damn star, C. you canât deny it. i almost melted right there and then. how did you never mention that part?â
Câs frown deepened, their discomfort sharp enough to cut through Dâs lightheartedness. âiâm serious, D. if youâre thinking of trying anything with them, donât.â
D couldnât help but chuckle at Câs reaction, leaning back against the wall with an almost wistful expression. âyouâre really no fun, you know that? think of the story weâd haveâdating your enemyâs best friend⊠well, whatever else it might become.â
âweâre not exactly âenemies,ââ C sighed out, observing D with a strange, inscrutable look. they seemed to be trying to read Dâs intentions, as if searching for some hidden motive beneath the casual words. âi just donât think itâs a good idea for you to get involved with them in any way.â
âyouâre acting like iâm going to ask them out or something,â D said as they gave C a sidelong glance. their tone was flippant, but there was a defensive edge to it. âiâm not about to go falling head over heels. itâs just⊠fun.â
C gave them a skeptical look, trying to gauge just how serious they were. they knew Dâs habits, their tendency to flirt and play around without letting feelings get involved, but something about this felt different. maybe it was the way theyâd looked at you, that lingering fascination that seemed out of place for someone like D, who usually brushed things off before they even started.
âD,â C said quietly, almost as if they were choosing their words with care. âjust⊠be careful, okay? i mean, you know what happened last time.â
Dâs smile faded slightly, and their eyes took on a cold look.
âthat was different,â they replied, a touch of anger in their voice now. âand anyway, i donât need you looking out for me. i can make my own choices.â
C pursed their lips as they tried to think of how to say what was on their mind without making things worse. âiâm not trying to play parent here, D. i just donât want you to do something you wonât be able to deal with later.â
Dâs expression grew even more guarded, the usual playfulness in their eyes dimming to something harder, more closed-off.
âthanks for the concern, but Iâm a big kid, C,â they said with a faintly strained smile. âyou donât need to worry about me.â
the air between them felt chilling and C wasnât entirely sure how to fix it. they had only meant to protect their best friend, to stop them from getting tangled in something they knew was bound to end badly. but Dâs response had left them with an uncomfortable knot in their chest, one that seemed to pulse with a mixture of worry and frustration.
they walked back to their shared dorm suite in silence, neither of them speaking as the quiet settled between them. C could feel Dâs thoughts simmering, a subtle resentment that they werenât quite sure how to ease. and for some reason, that feeling of helplessness only made C more irritated.
as they reached their suite, D barely registered C closing the main door behind them. they ignored their green-eyed friendâs soft, wary look, the way they almost seemed about to speak before they thought better of it. without another glance, D moved to their own room, shutting the door with a sharper click than theyâd intended, leaning against the cool wood and breathing out slowly.
the familiarity of this old frustration settled in their chest, the same sensation theyâd managed to bury over time and milesâuntil tonight. seeing Câs expression, their concern thinly veiled beneath their chalcedony gaze, had brought it all rushing back. and for one brief, shameful second, D found themself resenting their best friend for it. they hated them for thinking they needed to protect them. hated them for reminding them of the person who had taken so much from them, left behind an utterly mangled version of them, burned up everything so badly that D was barely recognisable in the aftermath.
they let out a soft, bitter laugh, sinking down onto the edge of the bed, fingers pressed to their temples. if only C knew how pointless their worry was. there was no wound left to guard, no vulnerability to shield. theyâd lost that version of themself long ago, and no amount of protective warnings or shieldings from C would bring it back. because the truth was that there were pieces of themself they would never fully recover. pieces that had been taken and then, with brutal finality, lost entirely.
they were ruined. ruined.
a part of them knew Câs warning had come from that familiar place of concern. C really was family to them, even if they would never understand what theyâd been through. D would never wish it on them, ever.
D really wasnât interested in dredging up those old feelings, that kind of attachment. theyâd been honest enough with themself, ruthless enough, to know that what they wanted now was simple and uncomplicatedâjust fun, just a distraction.
it was just physical attraction. that was all it had to be, and nothing more. it could be simple. no one would get hurtânot you, and definitely not D. they wouldnât let it become more than a surface-level game. theyâd played it before and theyâd play it again, this time without letting you to come close enough to shatter them like they did.
D closed their eyes, forcing themself to refocus before their thoughts involuntarily took them to you. and it made them nauseous, that feeling, the warmth of it expanding in their chest, a reminder of something they couldnât afford to want. D didnât trust feelings of that sort, they never will.
cursing under their breath, D pushed off the bed and went straight to their desk. the sleek metal drawer on the side clicked open, revealing a row of small bottles, pills neatly aligned. the sight of them was a strange comfort, like they were seeing old friends lined up and whispering about the relief theyâd be providing D with, waiting to make everything easier.
D reached for one of the vials, hands steady despite the storm churning inside them. it was an old trick, one theyâd used more times than they could count. just a couple of pills to quiet their mind, to drown out the feelings that were starting to unravel the control theyâd fought so hard to keep. they twisted off the cap, fingers almost mechanical in the familiarity of the motion, and tipped two pills into their palm. they swallowed them dry, the bitterness sliding down their throat as they sank onto the bed, waiting for that numbness to settle in.
they closed their eyes, willing the thoughts of you away, clinging to the silence that was beginning to spread, blotting out the warmth in their chest before it could turn into an inferno, the faint ache theyâd hoped never to feel again.
after a lifetime of feeling too much, the numbness was desperately welcomed.
#ugh my drafts got deleted by tumblr all over again#iâll probably rewrite this in an interactive POV setting#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: c lacroix#ro: d diaconu#ro scenarios#behind the scenes
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Get To Know Your Wife
Summary: You canât fight your arranged marriage with Megumi Fushiguro. But youâll do everything you can to ensure it doesnât become one of those loveless, boring marriages on paper. Even if that means you have to be the biggest pain in his ass, you could be. Â
Pairing: Fem! Reader x (future husband,arranged marriage) Megumi Fushiguro Sweetober prompt 8: Farmers Market WC 1.3K Warnings: Suggestive (dirty jokes and light humiliation/being a pain in the ass/dick jokes) cursing, fluff
âThis is a pointless waste of time.âÂ
â Hey, you take that back!â you spun around on your heel to face the brooding, pouting, cross-armed Megumi Fushiguro, who merely raised an eyebrow at your outburst and disrespectful tone. As you came closer, one hand on your hip and the second pointed an extended index finger in his face the tip of your nail was just inches away from his nose, and he merely scoffed.
You stepped closer, your nail just barely graced his nose.
Megumi swatted your hand away from his face as though it were a fly. âI said this is pointless,â he repeated slowly, as though you lacked some marbles or were a very dense child unable to keep up with the obvious adult talk. â We will be married regardless of our thoughts or feeling; all this is just a waste.â
He made an open palm motion towards the farmers market all around you, the lovely-dovey couples sharing autumn treats, the families playing market games, high scholars messing about at the pumpkin carving contests and just passers-by enjoying the farm fresh veggies, hand-crafted items and stories from travelling merchants.Â
It was a place where tradition met modernity, the new met the old, and there were indeed activities to fit both your tastes. Typical topics to talk about, childhood memories to share, heck even just as simple as learning about each other's favourite and hated fall treats could be something to talk about.Â
Anything that wasnât marriage or clan-related.Â
Or at least, that had been your plan for the day. A feeble attempt at connection. You even went through all the formal hoops to request a sliver of his time, all according to customs and expectations and ridiculous rules between your clans. However now that you finally made it to the farmers market, he had the audacity to call all your effort âpointlessâ.Â
If you werenât so flabbergasted, you would have slapped that self righteous expression right of his condescending face. The piercing glare that was soon accompanied by a self-satisfied smirk. The way he drew his own conclusions from your actions âIâll take your silence as agreement, now then weâll head back-âÂ
â -Iâm not going to be stuck in a loveless marriage.â you cut him off. Your arms moved to cross over your chest, your foot tapped away at the ground in a nervous tipp-tipp-tapp sound- a dead giveaway to your anxiety.Â
Megumi raised an eyebrow at your statement. âYou think a trip to a farmers market will somehow turn this into a love story? Youâre more naive than I thought.âÂ
You hated how he looked down at you. How he thought he knew everything because he was the zenin with the greatest technique that could make him the strongest in the world. How the power so obviously had gone to that spikey head of his and turned it so empty he became a sea urchin âNo, I am giving you the opportunity to learn to treat me right before the marriage ceremony takes placeâÂ
â Or what?âÂ
âOr I will be the biggest nuisance to you, turning this marriage into a living hellâ You threatened. When he didnât relent, you smiled almost too sweetly, taking a deep breath. â Megumi Fushiguro has a small dick!â You screamed at the top of your lungs. Instantly he was on you, his hand covering your mouth and the obscenities it spewed.Â
â What the hell?â Megumi growled,his face an awkward shade of red as he heard several passers by repeat your sentence. You werenât done yet. Using the old, stick out your tongue and lick, trick, you felt him yank his hand away from your lips in disgust.Â
Then you graced the passers by with another well timed, embarrassing comment: â Megumi Fushiguro has a small dick and doesnât know how to useâ!âÂ
His hand was back over your mouth, blush unmistakable as he peered at you through narrowed eyes. â Will you shut up!â Megumi growled as he began to pull you away from the centre of the marketplace. âYouâre humiliating yourself!â
âMphhmmm mmm phmâ his hand muffled your words and insults that you tried to scream right out, insults which turned into laughter as you dug your heels into the ground, making him stumble and struggle to drag you away. A sight that definitely attracted attention much to your delight and his humiliationÂ
âFucking hell, shut up and move will you?â Megumi snapped, yanking you particularly hard the same second as you raised your leg,which made you lose your balance and hit his back, sending him flying forward. Megumi caught himself last second, and by extension you caught yourself by crashing into his back. âOuph you little- Donât you dare!â
You didnât realize why he got snappy, until your eyes landed on some of his clansmen and a few familiar faces. You took another deep breath readying to scream your most humiliating insult yet. Should you do another dick jab? Maybe the next one should question his choices? Or his inability to find a lover unless his clan bribed someone and-
âOkay fine!â Megumi snapped over his shoulder before you could finish formulating your thought. âFine.â He sounded defeated as he turned to face you, arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. âWhere do you wanna go first?âÂ
You were tempted to send him to hell, to humiliate him in front of his precious friends and clansmen. But then you reasoned your ammunition against him would bleed dry even before the day was over. So you bit your tongue and plastered a huge smile on your face as your eyes landed onto one of the jewelry stalls a distance away, âWe start over thereâ You nodded in the stalls direction and began walking there. âOh and by the way youâre paying today. Your punishment for being ungrateful.âÂ
Megumi shot you another dark look as he fell into step beside you. âWhateverâ he muttered with a huff. His hands were in his pockets but even without seeing them you could tell they shook in anger. An unmistakable frustration at being outsmarted by a girl.Â
âOh, and try to smile, will you?â you knew you were toying with him, but you had to know the limit to your power.
âTskâÂ
Okay, no smiles you concluded just as your eyes ran over the market patrons and landed on a familiar tall white-haired man you were certain carried the title of your soon to beâs adoptive father.â Megumi hasââÂ
â Will you shut up already with the dick jokes?!â Megumi snapped his voice loud enough to make the white-haired man turn around, and his lips split open into a huge grin. You swore the sight of it, and the subsequent âMy sonâ made Megumi hate you just a tiny bit more. âSee what you did?â he mouthed pulling you in another direction as the man made a beeline for you, leaving you to wonder whether you should take mercy on your soon-to-be and sneak away before Satoru Gojo met you, or if you should dig your feet in again just for the sheer amusement of it all.Â
After all, if Megumi had taken the time to get to know his soon-to-be wife, he wouldnât have been in this predicament. So he had only himself to blame for this situation, right?
Author note: I'm dying beneath uni studies, work and my upcoming trip, but I still wanted to update something more this week. Hope this was worth the wait!
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FREAKă»â ïœĄâȘ LN4
( lando norris x fem!reader )
IN WHICH. y/n is full of surprises and shows lando just how dirty she can be. (based on this ask)
WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI, reader x brother'sbsf!lando, riding, mentions of sex toys, high hotness part 3464476, lando is lowkey in love with the reader, getting caught... but not really getting caught.
NOTE. my dearest anon requested and i HAD to write this. my last high!lando installment probably for a while because the summer is coming to an end đ i do have one more other fic coming tho, so stay tuned. anyways enjoy luvss <3 also credit to @lesbiacebian for the dividers.
"are you really slagging me off for your girlfriend?"
lando's voice is incredulous, syllables barely pristine as the weed in his head breaks down any cohesion left. the hand pinching the spliff falls to the bed as he sits up, staring at his unmoving best friend.
"she just texted me, i'm not gonna ditch her for you, lando, no offence."
"all taken," he grumbles, then moves to take a harsh inhale of his joint. he may be completely high out of his fucking wits, but he's certainly not pliable like that. he came to get so faded with his friend (and, second to name, supplier) that his brain would feel like it's being suspended over a grill and burned with smoke.
"well," lando sees him shrug half heartedly, "she's putting something on the line for her late night endeavours."
lando scoffs, taking another godforsaken drag. pussy, he thinks, he's getting fucking pussy.
"you're a nasty piece of shit, you know that?"
the boy ahead of him waves him off, "better start going mate, she'll be here any minute."
lando stares blankly at him for so long his eyes begin to unfocus, before he's shaking his head, sliding off the sheets. what a dickhead.
"fine whatever." he opens the door, taking an inhale and exhale of the joint wedged in his lips, and he descends the carpeted stairs with little sentience. his limbs feel dismembered and he can barely perceive the distance from on step to another, but he reaches the ground floor anyways, making his way to the living room.
he guessed he'd find her here, practically one with the couch and eyes welded to the tv screen glimmering with another uninteresting reality show.
the light's off, and considering he could barely walk in a straight line due to the blunt puffing out smoke from his mouth, he doesn't notice y/n turning towards him, pressing pause on the tv.
"lando, hey."
her voice is light, as if she's afraid of disturbing the night, and she swings her legs off the couch. lando subtly scrutinizes what she wears, a tight tank top, and equally as tight shorts, and he begins to feel blood rush to his dick.
"hey," he smirks with the blunt still in his mouth, and shuffles towards the now empty space beside the girl who had him thinking with his dick. he forces the thoughts away, he's not acquainted with the whole corruption kink thing, and y/n screams bloody virgin.
"what brings you here, high out of your mind?" she's staring intensely, as if a blink would make him vanish, grinning light-heartedly.
lando chuckles, taking a long drag, "your brother wanted to get laid, and i'm sure not a voyeurist."
even the thought of it makes y/n grimace, "point made," she curls her legs back unto the couch as lando's eyes follow her.
it's not long before the sound of the doorbell ringing shrills once, dragged until the duration of it could barely hit it being a nuisance. y/n's brother tumbles down the stairs, opening the door with much vigour before dragging her up the stairs with hurrief footsteps. the whole ordeal plays out with silence between y/n and lando, hearing the ruckus with barely concealed amusement, and is cut dead once the bedroom door slams.
"i do not want to hear all that," y/n groans, "his room is right above this one."
"happens when you're pussy whipped like him," lando huffs out a cloud of smoke, "forget who the fuck is around."
"you know you can... go back home," y/n's sceptical, and rightfully so because lando has no idea why he's staying. nevertheless, he makes up an incomplete incentive that sounded valid only in his head.
"i know, but i'm high as fuck and walking in this heat home... yeah no."
his neck flexes as he sucks in as much weed as he can, and y/n watched avidly. something about seeing lando at the mercy of his inhibitions, eyes so red that wherever he looks, he paints it crimson, and lips selling his soul away to the strings of smoke. he's too out if it to notice y/n's assessment, with his head sunken into the couch behind him, and it makes the girl laugh.
"you're gone, aren't you?"
lando does nothing but smirk affirmatively, before limply taking another drag.
"and i could definitely do with a bed to sleep on," he pushes a sound out of his throat, "your brother... fucker, he is."
"for sure," y/n agrees then shuffles to get up, patting lando's thigh. he flitters his eyes open in surprise, diluted, however, because of his lack of level headedness, "what?"
"just this once, i'll give you my bed."
"really?" the word is chipped between his teeth from the burn scarred into the back of his throat.
"yeah," she smiles. lando pretends he doesn't feel his heart grin with her.
"i'm feeling nice today."
he stands up, stretches and feels his joints scream out inexplicable noises. the bed seems like paradise now.
"oh mint, thank you."
receiving a hum in return, he follows the girl up the stairs, praying that his legs don't give way. his mind dozes off as they get to the landing, and it's only when he trails behind her inside, on autopilot, and she shuts the door, does his conscience focus like accomodating vision.
"i need to go the bathroom, one sec."
his mind has one whiplash after another as he process her rapid disappearance, before tuning back into the room. it's tame, like any young adult room would be, with half-wave plant bunting snaking around her room. her headboard, however, glows white, abd he figures it's from the leds stuck under the rim.
he walks up to the bedside tableand picks up a small framed picture of her and her brother. young, they were, standing side by side with identical sunglasses on. he smiles, then situates it back.
the drawer beneath is open, just enough for him to slip his hand through and open it, but of everything he could presume to find, he does not expect to meet a clear purple dildo, thicker and longer than biologically possible. he feels like there's a broken wire in his brain, hanging and tickling just where it triggers his dick to harden.
he doesn't know why he's enthralled by it, staring at the phallic toy as if it would magically display the images of it being pushed and pressed into y/n, but then he finds himself wishing so. corruption was never his thing, but now it doesn't have to be. because y/n is already debauched from the hot inside, to the deceiving out.
he stands there, idle, and it pushes a huff of laughter from behind him.
"you can get in the bed, lando," she pronounces like he's a formative infant. but he's not moving.
"what is this, y/n?"
he can't see her face fall, confused, but he hears it in the way she speaks, "what?"
then he's storming to her, standing just before her with a burning look. y/n's not stupid, can tell the way he's turned on but whatever he's seen, if not by the way his eyes flick down to her lips, then by the bulge that pokes her peripheral vision, and it's that her eyes widen in shock.
"oh fuck."
"oh fuck indeed," he takes a final drag before quelling it on the desk behind her, "who knew you were shoving 8 inch dildos up your pussy?"
y/n knows where to push his buttons, get the heat rising like a flood of lava just before it turns into a battle of who will give in first?
her arms are wrapping themselves around his shoulders, pulling him in, "and who knew," a hand, calculative and slow, slides down to press the hard on in his jeans, "you would get turned on by it?"
then he's kissing her, hard, wet, messy, with tongues and soft lips eager for each other like they were quenching years of thirst. lando takes everything that y/n gives him, lapping at her tongue and biting at her lips with unrestricted composure.
she's pushing him back, hands scrambling on his top to get it off, and when she does, gives him a final nudge to the chest that has him flying to the bed.
he smirks up at her, watching as she dwindles to nakedness and lando thinks that he can't be seeing this. y/n, in front of him, stripping as if it's a private show, with her brother just a few doors down. it's fucking filthy, and makes him hot all over.
"you gonna suck me off?"
he'd found a way, though he feels semi paralyzed, to rid himself of his jeans, slowly jerking his dick as precum begins to trickle down his skin.
"want to, but i need your dick inside me," y/n says, all breathy and pent up, causing lando to groan as she crawls her way up his thighs.
"fuck, you're gonna kill me." his heart is accelerating in his chest, the libido in him heightens as y/n chuckles at him and takes his dick out of his own hand and he feels completely brainless.
"you ready?"
all he can muster is a nod, and then hot fucking tightness. their moans are akin in volume, elastic and lewd, and as y/n slips further down, lando's dick feels completely rock hard and throbs as he swears every gallon of his blood pools at his cock.
"fucking hell, you're tight, y/n," his mouth feels wet and dry simultaneously and he squeezes his eyes shut as she begins to roll her hips and press down hard.
she bounces and grinds like she's meant for it, and lando can't process that sweet, innocent y/n is bouncing on his dick, squeezing him like she wants to keep him there.
his hands grip her ass, thrusting upwards to meet her hips and the cacophony of slapping skin snaps any vocal composure in him. lando moans like he's being eaten by pleasure itself and y/n grinds and grinds and grinds.
"fuck, lando," her head is thrown back like it's completely broken, and lando preens.
"you're so fucking good for me, y/n, keep going," he can't hold back, feels his hands grip her hips and her ass careening into his thighs with every bounce and, fuck, it's so dirty and so good.
y/n looks slutted out, debauched as she splits herself on his cock. it sends lando tipping over the edge, about to cum fast and deep, when a harsh knocking pounds into the door.
they both freeze, panting as sweat licks heat into their flesh.
"for fuck's sake, keep it down! some people are trying to sleep!"
it's shortly followed by angry footsteps and a slam of a door.
lando, still hard and pulsating in y/n's cunt, has a face of bewilderment, "shitâ i forgot he was there."
y/n turns back, smirking, and slowly rolling her hips again, "and continue to do so. now fuck me, lando."
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Haloo :D im wondering if u r taking requests now but if u r can u write a fyodor with immortal female reader ? It would be wonderful if u can can but u can ignore this request if u want to
â But can't you see my dear? I am your doppelganger âĄâ
â A LOVE IMMORTAL SUCH AS MINE, WILL COME TO ME, ETERNALLY. đËâ.Ë
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ê° â à© â this ended up being my longest fic ever, lol, 1.3k words!! I am taking reqs! + a lil inspiration from olgami, it's such a good webtoon. (äșșÂŽâ`)âȘ Translation: "ĐŃŃĐșĐ°" (myshka)
When humans age, they die and pass on to the afterlife, don't they? Death was something that never came to you, ah immortality, such a cool thing. It was more like a curse to you, humans coming and going, years passing by but still no one seemed to notice the same face walking among them for all these decades. Faces unrecognisable as you try to remember their names, their relation with you, not that it mattered anyway.
Relationships were a nuisance, blink and they're already gone, dead, as you stand in their funeral. It was a really funny thing, oh how you wished you could die instead of watching your loved ones die.
Fyodor Dostoevsky. Not a famous name for humans but for vampires, they say he's the oldest vampire to ever live. Have you ever met with him? You did, decades ago, in his bed, in his mansion, fyodor needed some relief and so did you.
He was the one who saved you from your death, why? Because he thought you were interesting. He'd take care of you and teach you how to hunt, how to kill people and make sure no one finds out. He seemed like a lonely man too, house deep in the woods, living all by himself.
The other vampires though, had this bloodlust, to kill him, to become the lord themselves. Everyone clawing at any chance they get, to paint their fingers red with his blood. You never understood their reasoning, what's so good living a life like this?
Dressed in the finest silk and jewelries, he liked seeing you in white clothing the most. He said it made you look like a saint, the saint that brought some change to his boring life. He definitely wasn't a fan of other vampires eyefucking you at meetings. Well, they'd end up going missing anyway.
Cleaning up after him was annoying, why did he have to be so busy? that also playing the piano as he drank wine. Blankly staring at the body in front of you as you clean the floor, muttering curses at him.
It didn't take long but you fell for him, yearning for his touches, but you could never confess, fearing it would ruin your relationship. Your body burning like fire as he kisses you, snapping his hips against you, dress ripped off and discarded on the floor.
âYou liked that dress? I'll tell them to make one for you again, money isn't a problem for me.â
Cold slender fingers playing with your nipples as he decorates your neck with bite marks, drawing blood from them. Tongue darting out to lick the blood as he whispers about how sweet you taste to your ears. Your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes roll back from pleasure, his hands holding your leg up at this point.
Everything was going smoothly until one day he disappeared, without a single word. All the other vampires went crazy over this fact. Some were happy thinking he finally died, some just disappointed that they couldn't be the one killing him.
You returned to Russia after a lot of years, travelling all over the world, everything was different to you, with the years, technology also grew, like for instance, this human was staring into a phone. Bumping into you and not saying a single apology but they had the audacity to curse you instead, calling you blind.
Well, guess you just found yourself dinner, how lucky. Hiding the body with no effort, muttering to yourself âThe world would be a little better without people like this.â
You went down an alley, there was a nice bar here, you remembered. Entering it, you took a seat after ordering your favourite drink. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a stranger coming up to you, sitting beside you, âI've never seen you around here, darling, do you need some help? I know a really nice place around hereââ
The man went on rambling about nonsense, poor attempts at flirting, and why is he even talking about himself, you don't remember asking. Quietly sipping on your drink as you ignored the stranger. The stranger, though, seemed offended, âHey I'm talking to you, whore, if you don't want attention, dress up more!â
Now that part really got on your nerves, what were you supposed to wear, a long ass winter jacket? You could just pretend to play along and just kill this guy, not even interested in drinking his blood! But someone else's voice stopped you, a voice too fucking familiar.
It was none other than fyodor, you watched as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you by his side, eyes narrowing at the stranger with a smile, âIt's really rude to flirt with someone's lover, don't you think? You'll walk away from here and remember nothing.â The guy on command, got up and left the bar, the people in the surrounding, definitely didn't care.
âYou look like you've seen a ghost, ĐŃŃĐșĐ°.â He chuckled, as if he just met you yesterday and not decades ago.
âWhat the fuck? Where the hell were you for all these years!?â You shouted at him, burning a hole into his face with your glare, âOf course I'm surprised, am I not supposed to be when you appear like that? God!â
âLet's discuss it somewhere private, shall we? I know a hotel nearby.â You hated how composed he seemed to be, but still followed him, giving him a chance to explain himself.
âI was a bit hurt, dear, why didn't you tell the man to leave? or were you interested?â He asked while sitting down on the bed.
âIs that what we're talking about? Give me an explanation, fyodor, where the hell were you?â
âA bit busy, don't mind me, I had business that needed to be taken care of.â
âThat's it? You could've at least told me a goodbye! or sent letters.â
âAh, but that would give away my location, wouldn't it? I didn't want any disturbances, but enough about me, where were you? I couldn't find you in my mansion.â
âI was travelling, and I did not see a point in staying there if you weren't there but you really had me worried, you know?â You sighed, sitting beside him.
Well this was supposed to be meeting up with a past âfriendâ. So why did this turn into a fucking session? According to a certain someone, he wanted to make up for his mistakes!
Currently between your thighs, lapping up your folds like he hadn't eaten in years, savouring the taste like it was his favorite meal. He teased your clit with his tongue, gently flicking it, before sucking it into his mouth. Your moans and whines were music to his ear, he could feel you were close, his tongue speeding up to make you cum.
âF-fuckâŠgonna cumââ You stammered before cumming, lewd slurping sounds filling the room before getting up and kissing you, slipping his tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself. A string of saliva joining your tongue after he breaks the kiss, he definitely likes seeing you like thisâ face flushed, hair disheveled, neck decorated by pretty hickeys by him.
You don't remember what round it was, all you can feel is the way he keeps fucking his cum back in your cunt. Sweat glistening on your body as you can't help but let out whimpers due to overstimulation, âT-Too much, fedyaâŠslow downââ
âI'm sure you can cum for me again, my dear.â
He kisses your tear soaked face while rubbing soothing circles on your clit to calm you down. You pull him closer to kiss again, running your hands through his soft hair before he cums in you for the last time and pulls out.
Fyodor runs you a warm bath and then puts you on the bed, climbing in to cuddle with you, well, such a memorable get together isn't it?
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One Hop Ahead Of You
ARTMS' Jeon Heejin + woo!ah!'s Nana (Kwon Nayeon) x Male Reader Smut
18,039 words
Categories | bunny girls FTW, stepcest (kinda), blowjob, threesome, daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry sex, spanking, breeding
Bunny kpop idols are the best. There's Eunbi, Tsuki, then Heejin and Nana... Thanks for commissioning me this piece; sorry for the late post! Enjoy all the synonyms I could use for "but" :D
Phone on, headphones plugged, music loud. Thatâs your story for road trips such as these, and youâve zero plans about rewriting the plot.Â
The scenery of beautiful mountains and blooming trees canât break your focus on your mobile device. Your parents canât either, as hard as they try; theyâve told you once or twice during the whole trip to look up from the screen for once. No, actually, scratch that: theyâve berated you about it at least every five minutes, and youâre starting to grow sick of pretending you canât hear them. Your nonchalant continued stares on your phone donât exactly convince them you canât hear a thing.
Yeah, this is what happens when you give your toddler an iPad. The boomers might be right for this one. You canât live without staring down at a bright screen, clicking at a bright screen, watching a bright screen. Eh, well, so what? Technology is a necessity in these modern days, and it just so happens that you need this kind of distraction on the road trip. Your mother and father think otherwise, but thatâs because they live like itâs still the 70s or something. You donât know. Thatâs how parents are.
Mobile data serves you well anyway. Your combat skills do not. Youâve been trying to kill a character on this app for a while, and it stuns you how strong her damage is. You click the sickle attack button more times than you can count and choose a special damage in between three taps, but you still end up dead. Youâre seeking vengeance because the player talked shit about you on the main chat, and it doesnât look like youâre going to show them up. You've got two deaths to go before you're seen as a pathetic little shit who tries too hard, and five kills to cement yourself as someone who isn't.
God, youâve been playing this game for yearsâhow are you still not good?
âJay,â you could hear your mother call out from the edge of your earphones. Sheâs driving, her ringed hands firmly on the wheel. She meets your subtle gaze through the rearview mirror. âJay.â
Groan. Thatâs your job as a son: to moan, groan, and drone on about everything and anything. Youâre exceptionally skilled in this profession. âWhat now, mom?â you ask.
She gives you a sarcastic but playful little grin. âOh, so you can hear me.â
Alright, youâll let her have that one. But still: âOnly because youâve been nagging me for the whole trip.â
âNow now, donât talk to your mother like that,â your father chides. Heâs a kind-looking dude; heâs got triangle-shaped glasses and stubbles of a dead beard on his chin. âItâs true, but rude. Very rude, not a good look.â
Your mother clicks her tongue. She gives your father a millisecond glare before returning to driving. âHey.â
âHoney, you know I love you, but your mouthââ
âLeave it at that,â she warns, voice dangerously tight.
Your dad doesnât heed her warning. ââcan be a nuisance.â
âThatâs it. Iâm pulling over. And youâre driving.â
He raises his hands. âOkay, okay,â he says passively, âIâm sorry.â
They harrumph at each other for a while, then kiss and make up, and you laugh a little. Subtly, of course. Everyone knows that part of going through teenage years (well, youâre a little past being a teen when youâre nearly twenty years old, but your mind is still the same as when you were sixteen) is denying with all your heart that your parents make you happy. Youâre just going with the flow, as usual.Â
It especially doesnât help that youâre already an adult according to the Korean age system. Adulthood brings a kind of defiant independence in you, which you donât know whether itâs a good thing or not. It has its moments, you guess.
âOh, look at that,â says your mother, nudging your father, âJayâs laughing!â
âIâm not!â you reply, biting your cheek so the smile doesnât grow. Must. Not. Show. Them.
Your father peeks at you from behind the headrest and grins mischievously. âSee? We still got it, donât we?âÂ
The car swerves, barely making you match your fist bump with him. For this, you allow a slight smileâas much as you like to hide it like a career-ruining secret, you love your parents. Theyâre like two peas in a pod. Your fatherâs a rambunctious joke-loving guy your playful mother falls in love with everyday, resulting in, well, having you.Â
Plus, because of that, you havenât felt the need to regret being born or despising your parents, unlike other people your age. Their love for each other inspires you, and although every moment with them is guaranteed to have you be a third wheel again, you donât mind. You love seeing them happy.
âNow that youâre back to earth,â your mother says, âcan you please appreciate the surroundings? Itâs too beautiful to go ignored.â
âThatâs right. They wonât surround you when we fly back home.â
âDad,â you groan, rolling your eyes. But doing a little observing is the least you could do. You can go AFK on this match for once. Youâve still got more mobile data to last a few days, so worrying isn't needed.
Look up. Blink once. Twice. Itâs like a whole new world. Humble homes peek from between forests in the lower sides of the mountains. The sun is shining brightly, casting a yellow light on the trees that decorate the sides of the swerving roads. And the sky⊠has it always been that blue? The wispy clouds are just the cherry on top.
This place is so different from the urban city where your apartment resides. Thereâs no smoke, no cut trees, no rising buildings. Itâs nature in its most pure state.Â
Thereâs no traffic either, butâ
âMom, look out!â you yell, but youâre just a little too late. Just a little, and it would count, but for this one it doesnât.
You canât do anything about it then. The large truck that ventures on the wrong side of the road has a mission. Whether intentional or not, it canât turn back. It collides heavily into the windshield, and youâre wrapped in dizziness and despair as your old car launches backward, rolling in the air a few times before roughly settling on the very curved edge of the road.Â
Then it slides downward. Youâre stuck in a spiral blurred with green and wood. What you remember is the feeling of being tortured and tossed through trees, and the truck following suit. It chases you long after its mission is complete.
Another thing you recall from the accident, as youâre lying down on the rough grass with blood on the side of your head, are two rabbits that stare curiously at you.
They seem to be sisters.
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Voices, male and female, scruff and saccharine. They fill your ears like music but you canât open your eyes to see to whom they belong. They speak of confusing topics and jumbled words. Canât get a grip of their meaning. All the while your soul is yearning to rise from sleeping when it feels like youâre dying and the force inside you is struggling in defying a black fate.Â
Your body, however, is blank of any pain. How strange. Strange enough that itâs a strong alarm for you to finally open your eyes. Theyâve been glued together for a while, so when your vision greets you, you surprise even yourself. Thereâs a person in a white lab coat, and a white blanket mantles you. Is this heaven? Isnât heavenâs signature color white?
First things first: how the fuck did they let you into heaven?
âAh, so youâre finally awake.â A man with a rounded cap smiles at you. âHowâre you doing, bud?â
Blink. So⊠this isnât heaven? Do they wear caps in heaven? You donât think so. Whoever invented denim caps deserves a nice little throne next to Lucifer. âUm. Alright, I guess?â
What should you even say when youâre trying to piece together who he was? You know youâve seen him before when you were younger, but youâre not sure exactly when. All youâre aware of is that he looks too familiar. Kind of like deja vu. The beard and wrinkly skin tell you of a tale old as time.
âHello, Iâm doctor Kim,â says the woman in the lab coat as she approaches you. She extends a hand to you and you shake it politely. âYou experienced a car crash in the morning near the terraces. Luckily, a man saw the tragedy and dialed 911.â
âTragedy?â you wonder out loud. Youâre still alive, so why would it be called that?
Doctor Kim lowers her head. âYour parents died immediately from the impact of the crash, sir. Iâm sorry.â
Grief comes strangely to you, even when youâve heard the news. Youâd say youâre mourning, because you are, in a wayâfrom that moment, you miss your parents dearly and wish that time travel existed so youâd prevent the accident from happening. But you arenât⊠crying. You donât burst into tears on the spot. Thereâs not even wetness in your eyes to help. Moreover, you havenât made a small prayer for easier things to happen. Itâs like the stages of grief avoid you at all costs and donât even bother to orient you about their loss.
Maybe youâre just in denial. Youâve been staring at a blank spot on the hospital wall for what seems like ages, and youâve only been conscious for minutes. Somethingâs changed within.
Wonder whoâd be your parent now that both of yours are gone. Youâre an orphan. You donât even know how to drive back home or go back to the convenience store where you make your money. All your belongings for the road trip that was supposed to go beautifully are gone in the accident.Â
Bite your lip thoughtfully. âWas it quick?â you ask quietly.
The doctor knows what you mean. Whether sheâs lying or not is the question. âYes.â
That comforts you a bit. What eats your insides from guilt, though, is that you never bothered to enjoy the road trip with them. You were always stuck to your damn phone. You didnât talk much with them during their final moments, and it would haunt you forever. It doesnât show on your face, thoughâitâs completely empty, devoid of any expression or pain.
âYou really donât recognize me, bud?â the man laughs, like he actually couldnât believe it.Â
Blink. Then it hits you. âChan hyungâŠ?â you ask. Hope you got it right because youâre steepering on sureness now.
âBullseye.â So you did. He sits down on the edge of the hospital bed and cups your hand. âIâm a friend of your parents. They told me to look after you in case anything happens. They really loved you, yâknow? Still do.â
You look down meekly and nod. Yeah, heâs right. They did. The other partâs true, too; if they had souls and were secretly watching the whole ordeal going on, theyâd still love you. Thatâs how unconditionally they did it.
âIâm on the emergency contacts list, FYI.â He hands you his phone. âThey even had a will and all. I hate that we got to meet again like this. Could have been in better circumstances. But thatâs life, you know. Plus, it was quick enough to be painless.â
Your hand, linked to the dextrose, hardens in pain as it wraps around the device, but you go on. There on the screen, see that your parents did in fact keep him on the emergency contacts. Heâs telling the truth. Now you understand why he looks so familiar.
Look up from the screen, (like you should have in the car when your mother and father tried to make conversation with you.) âIâI used to play baseball with you,â you say in childlike wonder.Â
Chan laughs. âSo I did. Iâll be happy to look after you. Probably even be your father, if youâd like.â
Your heart rises. âYouâd really do that?â
âOf course! Your parents were good people, and Iâd be glad to have you in my care. According to them, youâre a pretty good kid. Hope thatâs true.â
âNo promises.â
He laughs. Heâs still got the same not-too-serious sense of humor like he did years ago. âWhat do you say, kid?â
Heâs being a good guy, a good friend to your parents even after they passed, and you appreciate it. But being his son this quick after so much time seems like⊠betraying them. You know thatâs not how it works, and your parents would have loved for you to gel quickly with him, but youâre just not ready. Somethingâs pulling you back.
What could it be?
âIâŠâ you say, fidgeting. You don't know the right words to put it. âC-can I think about it first?â
The look on his face drops, but he smiles anyway. He must be a really good friend to be this understanding. âOf course,â he replies, retracting his hand from yours, âshouldnât have put you on the spot. Just tell me yes or no when youâre ready. Deal?â
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Three days is how long it takes for you to recover. To be fair, you already wereâyour limbs are working, and thatâs enough for you. The doctors, however, insist on a lengthier stay and you kind of want to start shit in the living room and tell them how they were money-greedy exploitative little shits, but youâre not in the mood to cause a ruckus. Maybe some other time, when you eventually break all your bones and wheel out of the hospital cursing them for the bill. But yeah, some other time would work. Of course.
âI took the liberty of packing your stuff up for you,â says Chan, bringing over a luggage bag. Itâs full to the edge of the zipper with clothes and other essentials.Â
You wonder how he went to your home and back here to the hospital this fast. âHow did youââ
âI had some help,â he replies simply. You donât question any further.
Youâre in a clean pair of clothes now. You hated wearing the hospital gown. Itâs like they attempted to make hospitals less sad by fashioning a bib into a larger size. There you are with your assumptions again. Maybe the stages of grief have come for you after all. Why do you feel angry all the time? This canât be normal.
What stage would it be if youâre afraid to get into a car because of their loss? You step into it with shaky legs, looking back and forth, as if youâre scared the vehicle would lurch forward suddenly. To be fair, it is a possibility, but a rare one. Your fear, therefore, is completely irrational, yet there you are: suddenly scared of⊠cars?
Get in finally. The breath you let go, however, has been keen on getting out.Â
Chan knows well to avoid the path your parents went on when they died. He avoids it for both of your own wellbeings. They were close to him, too. He would hate to go down the road they died on. Like you, he wants to remember them fondly, not like the injured bodies that he said goodbye to at the morgue. Again, itâs for the best.
âHey, kid,â he says. His peer at you through the rearview mirror gives you painful flashbacks. âYou okay?â
Heâs more attentive than he gives himself away as; he somehow notices your blank stare at the window and weak smile. Heâs got you figured out, and you suppose thatâs a good thingâit just shows how he could play his role as your dad pretty well if you let him. But then thereâs the sense of yearning in you thatâll end up in no good. Itâs yearning for your parents to come back, the yearning for them to somehow have the breath of life in their lungs again and have them rise from the morgue and walk back into your life. If they do that, youâd make an oath to be the best son.Â
Ah, you know that wonât happen. Itâs impossible. Itâs wishful thinking that wonât amount to anything.
âYou could talk to me.â His eyes stare straight at the road, but heâs not really looking at anything. âI miss them, too.â
âIâm fine, hyung,â you say. Youâre not, but who needs to hear that? Not the guy to whom your parents entrusted you to. Youâre twenty years oldâwho needs to hear an overgrown childâs lamentations?Â
You donât want to burden Chan at all. What you donât know is heâs actually willing to hear all of it. You should have lamented about not knowing his openness rather than everything else. It would only lead to more sadness.Â
The sadness evaporates a little upon seeing his house. Itâs a nice place, with two stories and a nice terrace to lounge at. Maybe, from the other side, itâs your parentsâ way of still loving you: giving you a nice home and a nice (future?) dad.
They're still looking after you. Look up in the sky and smile. Chan catches it, and for a second you blush in embarrassment, but he smiles, too. "See?" is what he says, followed up with: "Everything's gonna be fine."
Trust him on that.
Open the front door and it welcomes you into his home. Its main color is pure white. You start to wonder how the white walls are unblemished even with its ruinable color. Maybe he had it cleaned up for your sake. The furniture's good, too, but all it's good for right now is to be a bed for your luggage when you start to arrange things.Â
"Your room's right over there," Chan says, pointing to an open door to your left. "Feel free to get some food or water. Whatever you like. You're family now." He steps closer and pats your shoulder. "Always been."
Smile appreciatively. Resist the urge to hug him and replace it with folding a few of your clothes into a pile to bring it over to your bedroom. Graphic shirts in one pile here, underwear and sleeveless shirts in the other over there. Add your headphones on top of the pile and youâre ready to start adjusting to your new room. Just one look and you could already tell itâs bigger than the one back at home. Well, former home, to be exact. You keep forgetting this is a whole new place thatâs going to be where you sleep, rest, and laugh.
That voice gets your guard down, and so does the girl standing in front of you. That deep voice certainly canât belong to the sweet-but-indifferent-faced girl leaning against your door frame. Look around for a bit to see if itâs anyone elseâs, but thereâs no one around. Just you and the alluring woman blocking the pathway to your new room.
She gestures to the stack of clothes in your arms with her brows. âYou plan on doing anything with that or what?â she asks.Â
Yeah, that deep voice definitely is hers; you can hear it loud and clear. Not one syllable could belong to anyone else, no one but her. Whatâs her name? Itâsâ
âHeejin,â says Chan exasperatedly. Amusement is present in his tone too as he walks over to break it up and sling an arm around his daughterâs shoulder. âDonât scare the new guy and let him in his room, please?â
âIâm just being curious, daddy,â Heejin explains.Â
Oh, so thatâs her name. Heejin. Jeon Heejin. Neat. Has a nice ring to it, but it somehow spells trouble. You swear those letters canât make up that word, but with Heejin, it sure does. Not only does her name spell it, but so do her eyes that are way too observant, tracking your every move with prolonged glances, and the tilt of her head as if she were a trained German Shepherd rather than the animal she reminds you of: a bunny.
A bunny?Â
Waitâ
"Oh, it's you!" you say. Almost drop your clothes on the floor when you realize it. How could you not have caught on?
Heejin smiles. It brings the sense of familiarity to wash more over your mind like waves. "Thought you would never recognize me, Jay," she says. "Hi there."
Try not to gawk with all your might, but you do anyway. Just hope it isn't obvious because see here, the Jeon Heejin you know used to be a shy little thing, never wanting to come out and play with you when you were younger out of embarrassment. Now, she writes confidence into each and every one of her moves, with a dazzling little smile to go along with it. How did she manage the transformation? You need the tips ASAP.
"Oh, right." Chan slaps a hand to his face and shakes his head. "You two've met before, right?"
She's a little sleazy when she rests her back on the frame again and nods, eyes never leaving your body. If anything, she's the one who's gawking and even if, for argument's sake, you are, it's just an eye for an eye. The two of you are just amazed at how much the other has grown up. Nothing more.
(Or⊠?)
"So it seems," she says bluntly.
"Ah, should have known. But it was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
"Mhm." Heejin looks you up and down and smiles. "You've grown up."
"So have you," you reply, because she has. Toned muscle clings to her arms and sheâs let go of the rectangle-shaped glasses. Now, circular Harry Potter spectacles sit on the bridge of her pointy nose. She stares at you through them for a while. She's a CCTV; she's monitoring your moves in HD and watching you put your clothes in neat piles in the cabinet drawers. Heejin gives you a stare that lingers long after you're done folding them. She's thinking of something, and you're not sure if you want to know.
"Daddy," she calls out.Â
You don't know what you're doing when you turn your head in her direction. Much less when she winks at you. Blush furiously and hide your face behind spread shirts.
Chan peeks from the living room. "Yeah, hon?"Â
"I think Nana's waiting for you to pick her up? It's 3 p.m.."
"Ah, right. Canât forget about that little rascal.â He wipes his mouth and gets up. âHelp Jay with his stuff, please, Heekki?"
It only takes seconds for Chan to find his keys, but for you it takes hours. Your heart beats loudly at the thought of being alone with Heejin, and you canât differentiate its drumming with being nervous or excited. When he finally gets out and you hear the car pull out of the way, youâre stuck. Heejinâs somewhere near the corner of your room but it doesnât look like sheâs the one who has nowhere to go.Â
Sheâs stunning with all those locks of shiny dark hair curtaining her shoulders and fit body. Her legs do more than peeking out from her low-cut shorts as she navigates your new room. The round glasses that sit on her nose just pull her whole, gorgeous look together. You canât believe how beautiful sheâs become. She was always a pretty girl, but the maturity and growth that coursed through her early years of adulthood made her glow. Itâs like youâre looking at a new, refined version of her.
âIâm sorry about your parents,â says Heejin. She picks away at a poster of a famous basketball player, name redacted. âThey were good people.â
âTrust me,â you sigh, âI know.â
God knows you didnât appreciate your parents much. Itâs a pet peeve of yours to be reminded to be grateful in grave situations, but your mother and father were different from other pairs of parents. Others were abusive, neglectful, cruel. Yours knew how to take care of you while letting you dip your toes into the pool of freedom at the same time. Your parents loved you. Not a lot of people could say that.
âAnd they told my dad to take you in, huh?â
âDoes that bother you?â you say, with an unintentional bladed edge to your voice. Realize how you said it and immediately shut your mouth.
Heejin blinks, disarmed for a while, then recovers quickly with a smile thatâs just as dazzling as her. âFor what itâs worth,â she says, taking the chance to place herself beside you a little too close for anything that isnât lustful intent, âIâd love to have you over here as long as you like.â
You donât know what to say. Her being this close with you is setting off fireworks inside of you. Put a pillow snug in your lap just to be sure and nod. âThanks, Heejin.â
âOf course.â Heejin rests her chin on your shoulder and whispers so softly that it couldâve been your imagination deluding you again: âIâll make your time here worthwhile.â
Jerk your head, but sheâs already scampering to the door and exiting your room. She doesnât even look back.Â
âHey,â you say, trying to break the ice that only freezes you, âChan hyung said you would help me with my stuff!â
No response.
So you were right to think that sheâs trouble. But god, would you love to be wound up in her.
-
Youâve stared at the ceiling for too long, but now, itâs not out of grief. Itâs out of fear. Are you doing the right thing by wanting to fuck your sister? Well, sheâs not exactly your sister yet, but sheâs somehow related to you now considering her father treats you as a son, too. A stepsister, maybe? Thereâs no other fitting term than that.
What should you do? Is gawking at her and her desirable body going to make your parents in the afterlife proud? Youâre sure theyâd be disappointed. But is it your fault that Heejinâs grown into this naturally flirtatious woman? Not at all. Is it your fault that sheâs so damn attractive? The answer is no, too.
It could be a yes though, because it isnât Heejin to blame that her new brother wants to have sex with her. Youâre both in the wrong, and two of those donât exactly make a right.
Look around your room, then at the door where she leaned on as she successfully intimidated you. Is it locked? Fuck it, you donât know, and you probably donât even care. What you do know is that youâre too turned on by the thought of your new sister Jeon Heejin, and you need to do something about it.
(To the cracked hole in the fourth wall, you say, What? I have needs, too, you know. And you do, tooâwhy do you think youâre reading this now?)
Lift your comforter just a little and slide your hand south. Cup your bulge, caress it, then spring it out. Itâs already solid, and it doesnât need too many strokes to have the blood rushing there completely. Your stiff rod aches for a touch, aches for Heejin, and stimulates itself to the thought of her as you start to jerk off.
You think of how she could swing those full thighs over each side of your face, and though her form would burden your chin, youâd happily eat of her. Bet that her pussyâd taste just as good as her lips. Youâd lick and suck her clit while she moans and writhes until the two of you couldnât take it anymore; her core would feel numb after the pleasure and your jaw would ache for days.
You recall how her lips were just inches away from you earlier, only barely touching the curve of your ear. Think of how those lips would feel much better if they were on yours. Yearn for your mouths to meet to the point that youâre moaning in each other, taking in the natural scent of skin and sex.
Finally, you think of the changes youâve seen in her. Where was the shy, antisocial Heejin of yesterday? Now sheâs grown, just like you, and looks far better than youâd imagine. Sheâs turned into this willâo the wisp goddess.
âHeejin,â you say, as quietly as you could, âHeejin, Heejin, Heejinââ
âGod, I really turned you on that much, huh?â
Your pumps stop, and your sight catches onto the said woman youâve been jerking off to. Sheâs in the same place as she was earlier, at her opening scene at the door frame. Youâre more than happy to see the pretty Heejin, but she canât show up now. Not when youâre jerking off. She canât just appear in the corner like she teleported for the pure purpose to catch you in the act.
âHeejin!â you yell, pulling the covers onto yourself. âG-get out of my room!â
Sheâs wearing her sleep clothes now, but she still looks like she dressed to impress. Her body pulls together the skimpy shorts and loose shirt she sleeps in into something that could have been worn on a haute couture catwalk. Her raised brows, haughty eyes, and quirked mouth all show how sheâs smugger than the word itself.
âAww,â Heejin says, walking over to sit on your bed, âwhat should we do to you now, oppa?â
Youâre horrified, to say the least. Itâs your first day at a new house and youâre already doing something wrong. The bare minimum you should do in this situation is to tell the girl to fuck off. Tell her to go far away and flee to anywhere but your room. You canât just stare at her like sheâs a dream come true, even if she is.
Letâs see: you have your new sister on your bed who caught you jerking off. There has to be some other way this would end, but the two of you know where this leads. The question that remains is if youâd be able to hold back.
You make the first step to resisting the inevitable outcome. âHeejin,â you say, breaths shredded into panicked little gasps, âIâll only say it again and no more. Get out of my room.â
She smiles sweetly and shakes her head. âCanât make me. I want to know what you were doing, Jay.â
âNo!â You wonât be saying it, you wonât dream of saying it, youâd rather die than to be caught saying it. Itâs already bad enough when it goes unspoken. What more if you pronounce what you were doing with each syllable more embarrassing than the other?
âThen I guess I should justââshe tugs the covers offââoh my, Jay oppa. You were touching yourself to me. And I thought I was just being narcissistic.â
Your cock leaks in the cold air. Heejin laughs tauntingly. It sounds so much more attractive than it should, especially when her voice is deep and rich. It sounds⊠sexy?
Oh, what are you doing? You should feel embarrassed, maybe even petrified at the mere thought of your childhood acquaintance slash new sister slash new crush seeing your dick. But your mind doesnât brew with insecurities upon seeing her eyes glimmer with eagerness.
She canât do this. No, no, no, you canât do this either. Let fucking her remain a fantasy pirouetting in your head, not one that comes true. Itâs so much more awkward when it translates into real life where you somehow think it into existence.Â
Awkwardness isnât in Heejinâs dictionary, though. She looks far from uneasy or disgusted. In fact, you swear thereâs a small grin dimpling her cheeks. Itâs like sheâs actually flattered that youâre jerking off to her.
âIf I knew you had such a big cock, Jay oppaâŠâ she says, placing a hand on your hip to prop herself on it. You jerk involuntarily, which happens at the worst time; your cock almost brushes her cheek. âI would have let you fuck me in front of daddy. Or would you rather I call you daddy?â
âWhy are you here, for godâs sake?â you say. Youâre biting your lip to suppress your humiliated screams.
âWell,â she taps her chin, a feat that would be adorable if youâd just cast the situation aside, âI thought I heard something, and it was just as I suspected.â
âFine, Iâll say it for the third time: Jeon Heejin, get the fuck out of my room.â
âOh, thatâs right. Say my name, oppa. Daddy.â She winks. âSay it and I might just put my lips on this big fat cock.â
âNo, you wonât.âÂ
It sounds more challenging instead of intimidating, and itâs clear that Jeejin doesnât cower away from dares anymore. âWatch me.âÂ
She lowers herself onto your lower body and admires your length with bright bunny eyes. âIâd let you blow in my mouth as much as you like. Iâd fuck my throat on it and give it a nice good kiss. Oh, right, you wanna know how? Like this.âÂ
She engages with your dick into an open-mouthed osculation, swallowing the tip and suckling it, too. Groan, but when you pull your hand out to do the opposite to her head, sheâs already sitting back up. You really canât have your way here, not when your new sister knows of her danger and puts it to good use. Sheâs resourceful like that, and it both impresses and scares you.
Heejin wags her finger in your face as if she were scolding a trouble child. âNo, no, Jay oppa,â she reprimands you. âThat was just a teaser. If you really want me, jerk off to me. Say my name.â
You canât say no to her. Well, actually, you canâyou just refuse to. Youâre fifty-percent scared of the outcome of making this deal with Heejin and fifty-percent excited. Thereâs an Alice-like curiosity in you that yearns to see what might happen. Would she really keep her end of the deal and suck you off? Or leave you with blue balls like she did earlier?
Wrap your hand unsurely around your penis again. She nods encouragingly.Â
Do your usual routine: up and down. Murmur her name over and over, your gaze connected with hers. Her smile grows bigger as your pumps become less measured. You start to spiral out of control. How can you not when sheâs just too fucking hot? Her succubus stare, thighs that look fuller as they rest on your mattress, her intent that grows more clear as she rubs your thigh. Youâre trapped in lust, and you know you have to settle down a little before you completely lose track of all senses, but you canât stop. How could anyone when thereâs Jeon Heejin as she lives and breathes in front of you?
Say her name, say her name.Â
Say it like a poem, say it like itâs one of fame.Â
Say it like youâre about to cum, which you are, and your climax isnât one thatâs too farâ
âThatâs it, Jay,â says Heejin in a tone thatâs almost loving. As your cum shoots an obscene, one-direction spurt, she replaces your hand with hers. âCum for me. You want to fuck me so bad itâs pathetic.â
Her touch is as rough as it is soft. You say itâs too much in between thin whimpers of pleasure, but her flexed hand is determined to keep pumping. Her fist tightens and her jerks grow stronger.Â
âNaughty, naughty oppa. Look at this thick hot cum. Is it all for me?â
Youâre spraying all over her and her meaty thighs. Her shorts get stained and you try with all your might to contain the bursts of white, but you end up on the edge again. You end up releasing more. Your thoughts run in circles and bump into each otherâtheyâre scolding you, hurting you, asking you why the fuck are you cumming from your new sisterâs handjob. Youâd answer them by saying you donât know, but you know the reason probably more than you know yourself:Â
Heejin is unbearably alluring, and her giving you a handjob is unbearably wrong. Strangely, both of these facts get you going. The mere truth that she shouldnât be doing this with you makes you want more of it. Has grief taken a more different route in traumatizing you? Oh god, what would your parents think?
What would Chan think? He trusts you enough to be a good big brother to Heejin. Would you really throw his trust in you away, all for his irritatingly hot oldest daughter?
If youâd take a look at the situationâyou having just ejaculated on herâit seems like it.
âNo,â you say. Itâs a crack in your integrity knowing that you could stress her name in any way or form, and sheâd still be hot as fuck. It wouldnât undo what she did to you and what you let her do. âP-please. We shouldnât be doing this.â
âThatâs what makes it fun, right?â She wipes your cum from her thighs with her shirt. âBesides, I did say Iâll make your time worthwhile.â
How does that work? A brother and sister, whether related by blood or not, should bond by having sincere talks and treating each other, not by having sex.Â
(But sheâs right about the fun part. Looks like Heejin is just as fucked in the head as you are.)
âI want to have some fun, Jay oppa,â she explains. She places her palms on her thighs caked with cum, and pouts. From that, you know you canât resist. You wouldnât dare. âWonât you let me, pretty please?â
Sheâs both hot and adorable. Hot enough to drive you crazy and adorable enough to convince you to do any of the most mundane things out there. You donât know how to do this with her. It seems like no matter how cute or sleazy she poses herself as, sheâll always get what she wants somehow.Â
Itâs dumb of you to even try, but you do: âOkay, what fun do you want to have?â Say this while collecting tissues from the little box at your bedside table to wipe down her thighs. You expected to use the tissues for self-love sessions and nights when the tears couldnât stop. You never thought that youâd have to use them to clean your cum from your new siblingâs legs.
âYou know exactly what I want: I want thisââshe points at your cockââin hereââthen at the center of her shorts.
Immediately your already gray morals come out to play. âI canât do that.â
âWhy not?â
âHeejin,â you say, biting your lip to stay quiet. Itâs not intentionally hot or whatsoever, but Heejinâs mind particularly hangs onto that for a while. âWeâre brother and sister now. We canât do this. What if your dad finds out?â
âAww, I get it. I do, really. But youâre so going to hit my guts if you fuck me right now.â She throws off her shorts, leaving her in nothing but a set of cute pink panties. Then, she scoots herself over so that your cock rests upon her small belly, right in front of her core. âSee? You can spread me that well, and I wonât mind at all. I promise.â
Look at your cock and how far it can reach inside her, how it can push her walls apart. Oh god, itâs tempting. Everything about her, from her perfect face to her spread thighs, calls for you to forgo propriety and just fuck her.Â
âThis bunnyâs waiting for you, oppa.â Heejin does more than wait and pulls down your boxers. Pulls down her panties. Pulls down your ethics and morality and principles and everything you used to go by; down they go into the river of fire. âThis bunny girlâs gonna fuck herself on this cock. You want that, donât you, daddy? You want me to ride you and call you daddy. Make me call myself your little bunny. Yeah, Iâve got you all figured out.â
What sheâs doing may be wrong, but what sheâs saying is right. You, in all unfiltered honesty, want to see Heejin bounce on you and ride you endlessly. Her toned thighs and calves are made for it. She deserves getting what she wants after jerking you off.
But does Chan deserve this: have his new son and his daughter betray his trust? Turn the family upside down all because of lust?Â
Oh, who cares what he thinks? When Heejin slides her pussy down your cock in one try despite her refusing tightness, you lose your thoughts. The will to take her roughly, just like she deserves, takes its place. It rules your head with an iron fist, just like how you rule Heejinâs impossibly tight pussy with iron-clad thrusts.Â
âOh, oh, oh fuck,â she gasps. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto your shoulders. Her hold is tight. Thatâs one thing it has in common with her cunt. âDaddy, youâre so big. I canât, p-properly ride it, youâre too big.â
Your cock is held hostage by Heejinâs stubborn cunt. She wants it to stuff her fully, but never could let it inside her. Sheâs too tight. Your hands on her waist, you push her down as gently as you could. She lets out deep groans and sighs.Â
âThat feels so good, daddy,â she tells you. After that, you achieve a dream you never thought would come true, as light as it is compared to fucking her: a kiss. Itâs not as passionate as her bouncing on your crotch, but itâs good enough to have you blushing. âYes, you like it when your little bunny girl kisses you? You like how tight she is?â
You nod. Thatâs all you can do when youâre speechless. What else can you say to her? You canât tell her that it isnât true when every iota of her words are true.Â
âYou can do better than that, daddy,â Heejin gasps, head tossed back. A storm of black hair hangs over your bed clothes. âI know you can. Yes, just like that. Do it. Fffuck me harder, I want it, fuckââ
Clearly, slow, precious pumps into her tiny hole arenât going to work. So it isnât exactly all your doing when you lift Heejin and suddenly have her pinned to the bed. The balance of power is reversedâyouâre now pounding her to your mattress, spreading her legs and propelling your thrusts into the perfect target: her small, damp hole. You take advantage of how wet she is by thrusting bluntly and exclude the rest of your length for a chance to breathe. With Heejin, though, thereâs no such thing as breathing. Sheâs left you gasping for air since your reunion.
âHnnn, lookie here, daddy.â She lifts her shirt, revealing a surprising set of subtle yet hard abs, where your bulge appears and disappears. âYouâre so big that youâre, fuâ fucking reaching my tummy. Thatâs why you have to go deeper. Canât waste such a big cock, right?â
She grabs your waist to aid your pumps. She must have done some serious lifting in the gym; those harsh tugs and pulls have got to be from somewhere. Youâre thrown into a looped route of jamming your tip against her G-spot and cervix hard. Heejinâs grippy pussy refuses to let you go through the night without going down on her. Not that youâd have it any other way. Silly how just moments ago you were telling her not to continue her advances, yet now youâve advanced past flirty banter with her.
Make it a point, no, a goal to thrust upward rather than only forward. She spreads her legs more, and you reach under her loose shirt to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples are perky and deserve each of your tweaks. Heejin whimpers, as if she were an actual bunny caught into a trap. What a terrible hunter you are, but itâs simply revenge. The disguised predator, Heejin, was actually preyâsheâs caught into the ropes she went to with confident hops.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
âFuck, youâre going to put a baby in me,â whines Heejin. âC-canât do that, justâno, just cum on my stomach, please. My mouth, my legs, anywhere.â
When she puts it that way, it makes you spite the fact that itâs forbidden. You want to release in Heejin and make her feel your warm cum. Let it infiltrate her womb and give her a baby. You canât have that happen, yet you want it to happen. It shouldnât be like this.
âPlease,â you say. Youâre getting incredibly close that it rides on your tongue like the aftertaste of a dessertful. You canât believe youâre actually begging to cum inside her, but any man would if put in your place. Anyone who thinks itâs pathetic clearly hasnât met Heejin face to face.
âDaddy,â she says, âyou canâtâŠâ
Saddening news, and she isnât too happy about it either. The tremble of her lower lip is one you capture with a firm kiss. Your breaths get caught in her mouth as you near climax. And the orgasmic Heejinâs wrapping her legs around you tight, as if daring you to breed her even if sheâs clearly told you not to. Itâs like her legs, sealed around your hips, bear the weight of the advantages and disadvantages and spread them out for you, yet the thing in between them makes you forget all about the cons.Â
Itâs scary how you almost give in.
Just in time, however, you pull away and bust a load on her tummy. Itâs the product of all the jabs your rod did at it. Itâs only fair it gets to show the plentiful result laid all over the muscled skin.Â
Heejin looks down at the pool of cum while gasping for air. She swallows, then smiles. âNot bad for a guy whoâs gonna be my big brother.â
-
You can already tell having sex with her is going to become a usual affair. The look she flashed you before leaving for school is telling enough. When she woke you up with a sloppy blowjob, saying in between soft suckles that âI have at least one hole you could fill,â you went insane. Youâve made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.
To be fair, youâd lie in Heejin forever if you could. But as a son, you have duties to fulfill. Although Chan told you that youâre free to do whatever you wish, you still have the sense to help around the house. You donât want to be seen as a burden. Youâd want to be anything but the new son who doesnât know how to do things, especially for your new sisters.
Your new relationship with Heejin, though, exceeds familial bond. Will you hide it from Chan or put a stop to what sheâs doing before it transforms completely? Down the road feelings from both ends might get involved and increase the overall taboo of the situation. Chan would probably get suspicious.Â
You donât know what to do.
Take your mind off things. Make an extravagant meal, or at least a style-over-substance one. Follow the instructions of a recipe for mashed potatoes at the back of the gravy powder packet. Hell, you could do this: set cut and peeled potatoes in a pot of briskly boiling water, mash them after smearing them with butter, shake pepper onto those motherfuckers⊠done!Â
Put your masterpiece into a bowl and set it on the table. It actually looks pretty good. Maybe being a chef is your calling. You can already imagine the scenarios youâd go through as one. Chef Jay doesnât sound too bad, right?
Chan is at work while Heejinâs at college. Youâre glad you wonât be seeing Heejin for the remainder of the day; as much as youâd hate to see her go, meeting her would make you feral. She left a to-do list on a post-it sticky note on the fridge door, which looks like itâs been there for a while if you take into consideration the boxes all being checked.Â
A more recent one, however, is Chanâs own reminders written on a piece of ruled college notebook paper, apparently addressed to you and Nana:Â
Good morning! Have an awesome day ;)
Please treat yourself to the Mcdonalds in the fridge, just reheat it pls
Take care of yourselves, love you!
Ah, you wouldnât have made mashed potatoes if you knew Chan had left some McDonaldâs. You hope that he still remembers your favorite from years ago: a classic Big Mac with medium fries to go.
Open the fridge eagerly andâ
Thereâs nothing?
You know who it is. That voice is decidedly more youthful than Heejinâs, but not anymore that high. Itâs Nayeon. Nana, to be exact. Everyone you know calls her Nana in order to avoid confusing her with Im Nayeon whoâs somewhere in the line of the kids of your parentsâ friends.
Nanaâs younger by only a year, hence being the perfect playmate for you back then. The two of you would run around and yell at each other gleefully, basking in the joys of childhood you didnât know would last that short.Â
So, when you step closer to her, you donât really believe itâs her. If thereâs anything in common between the bright Nana and the laid-back Heejin, itâs that theyâve both grown up beautifully.Â
âNana?â you ask.Â
Her hair was a silky black then, often wrangled in between with sand and dirt, but now, itâs a mass of coffee brown. It looks like sheâs gotten glasses, too, aside from a light fringe that settles prettily on her forehead.Â
But then thereâs Nanaâs body, which you used to pick up as a child to mimic flying heroes with, which has grown⊠voluptuous. In the volleyball shorts and casual statement tee, it flatters her medium-sized bust and meaty thighs just right.
(It probably even coaxes you into thinking sheâs the perfect⊠girlfriend?)
Her face still is adorable as ever. If someone were to put the cutest face in the world with the perfect body, the outcome would be Nana. Sheâs more than that, actually; she just so happens to be exactly your type.
Oh no, here you go again. Your feelings for her from your youthful days resurge, and you realize youâll probably add another fuck-up to the list before this day ends. Meeting Heejin was one thing, but Nana, your first grade playmate slash friend slash childhood crush? Slash new sister? Youâre as good as dead to Chan if he finds out what you want to do to her.
âJay oppa!â says Nana. Her smile has grown more beautiful, just like the rest of her. Itâs still cheeky, but wider. âYou remember me, right?â
How could you not? âY-yeah.â
âAww, sweet!â Nana pokes you on the shoulder. âAnyway, I ate your Big Mac, sorry. I got hungry.â
Oh, so Chan did remember your favorites.Â
âOne meal wasnât enough for you?â ask her, grinning. You still got that playfulness in you with her. Hopefully she reciprocates.
She gives you the finger.Â
Scoff and turn away with raised hands. âIf it makes you feel better, I made potatoes for you,â you announce, âbut I guess Iâll have them since you ate my Big Mac.â
âMeanie.â
âOvergrown baby.â
âJaybird.â
Itâs just like the old times, except for today, nobody gets hurt. The two of you know the truth: youâve missed each other so much. Not a day goes by when you donât think of each other. Youâre embedded into the depths of everyday thoughts, the times when sheâd say oh no, I wasnât thinking of you but only because she doesnât realize it because youâre layers upon layers upon layers of idle thought.Â
It would take an expeditioner to navigate through the history you and Nana have.
Youâre childish. What makes up for it is what you say next, because itâs kind of true and isnât merely something to say just for the hell of it, as you step forward and lower your gaze to her with a sobering glare: âBrat.â
Nana approaches you with her hands folded behind her back. She tilts with each step, as if contemplating on whether she is one or not. âAm I?âÂ
Sheâs so much smaller than you, yet your hands fill up when you place them on her hips. Her waist is tiny compared to the slopes of her hips and thighs. Her cheeks (on both parts, to be clear, because you know what youâre thinking) are sizable, too, and you canât choose between the two pairs on which to squeeze.
âYeah.â
âCan you handle it?â
You see where this is going. Youâre still a mirror of each other, and the glass still reflects lust. âNana.â
âFine,â she says indifferently. She hops on the kitchen island and crosses her arms. That should be a sign that sheâs going to be anything but. âBe like that. Pretend you donât know what I wanna do. Even better, pretend you donât like me.â
Sheâs got it all wrong. Draw in some air and let it out immediately. âI do like you, Nana,â you clarify. âButââ
âBut?âÂ
How do you tell her what the matter is without revealing that you just had sex with Heejin the night before? Youâve no idea how to go through this. Your feelings for her collide with your attraction to her sister, as well as what you did with her.
No outcome of this is morally right, but who cares for morality? You do, although youâre the last person who should be talking about that. Youâre trying to salvage whatâs left of your ethics and piece it together to make yourself believe that youâre a good person. Newsflash: youâre not. No good person would fuck his new sister and want to fuck the other, too.
Whir the script you used for Heejin for her younger sister. âWeâre family now,â you say weakly.Â
Nana rolls her eyes. âGet off your high horse.â
âItâs not a high horse. Itâs⊠itâs decency.â
âHm. Okay.â
Itâs surprising how quick Nana concedes. Her simple answer should have led to a simple result: the two of you never talking about this again and respecting the boundaries of the other. But no, sheâs walking towards you, setting her hands on your shoulders. Her mouth is nearing yours, somewhere youâve dreamed of it residing despite it being so wrong.
âThen stop me,â she dares you. Itâs a tougher dare than the ones she made you do on the playground. âIf youâre so righteous and donât want to kiss me, stop me.â
You shouldnât kiss her. You want to, but itâs something that should never happen. Your feelings for her since your childhood days canât come out to play when sheâs your new sister. No unspoken law of morality says that itâs fine for you to sweep her up in your arms, kiss her, and take her to bed. If you do, youâre committing multiple crimes.Â
Nana is the braver felon. She presses her lips on your mouth, and you have to admit, in spite of the wrongness, that itâs everything youâve dreamed of. Her chapsticked mouth is soft and sweet. You really should have held back. Nevertheless, her tongue is in your mouth, and soon youâre holding her head in your hands so you could kiss her properly.Â
Sheâs turned you into a felon, too. So rob her of her breath. Hold her body hostage on the island. Kill your hesitation. Youâre one of the same, yet only one of you has shown any hesitation in doing this. In fairness, thereâs still a voice in the back of your head that commands you to stop.Â
You donât listen to it.
âDid your dad put any CCTVs in the house?â you ask breathily. If youâre going to do something wrong, you should at least try to hide it.
âHeâs old as shit. Of course he didnât,â says Nana, giggling. âIf you eat my pussy right now he wonât know. Unless, of course, you want to get caught.â
âSo youâre scared of climbing trees but not getting caught having sex?â
âHey, Iâm not scared of climbing trees anymore! Now shut up and eat me. Consider this⊠your lunch, since I had your McDonaldâs.â
âBy all means, Nayeon,â you say, pulling down the shorts that live up to their name and the flimsy set of pink panties.
âItâs NanaâohhhhâŠâ
Her correction gets lost and translated into moans. Youâre sending quick, dainty licks on her clit. Enjoy the shivers Nana does. You know well to prey on that area after that, besides your experience with an old high school fling and sex ed. You also know to caress her thighs to send chills up her body, somehow even bringing heat to her core.
Sheâs too light to cause injury, but she almost, almost does when she squirms her hips harshly into your face. âOppa!â she squeals. Her fingers are wrapped at the edge of the island as she lifts her lower body up for you to devour. âTh-that feels so goodâfuckââ
âThought you didnât like to curse,â you say. Break the contact with her clit and let your finger take its place.Â
âAnd I thought you were a virgin.â
You donât realize that your finger rubbing on her sensitive little nub takes the offense out on it. âThe fuck?â
âY-yeah, I know.â Nana hisses. She rolls her hips up and down. âI thought youâd be too scared to have sex with me. You know, besides the obvious reasons.â
âSo youâre saying I should be the guy you thought I would be? And stop?â
âDonât you fucking dareââ
Laugh. âRelax,â you tell her. âIâm not going anywhere. Iâll eat this delicious pussy of yours till youâre screaming, I promise.â
Nana laughs as well. She rests her calves on both of your shoulders and smiles. âSpoken like a true non-virgin.â
It helps that sheâs so fucking delicious. Youâd start having her as a rewarding meal after tough days rather than McDonaldâs. Sheâs the perfect balance of sweetness and tanginess, filling your mouth like a rain of sugar. Wrapping your lips around her nub just brings out more wetness and moans that are just as sweet. Her sounds of pleasure are exactly what youâve fantasized about them being: soft yet high, clinging to pitched tones and increasing in volume when you slurp on her nub.Â
Her sounds are so much different from her sisterâs. Heejinâs moans are deep and unearth even deeper feelings of lust for her. Nanaâs drive you crazy in a different way. They urge you to keep eating her, to keep suckling harshly on her little clitoris so youâd have her stiff nipples poke the front of the cloth of her shirt, to keep doing away with her tiny hole so that sheâs begging in that cute little voice of hers.Â
Sheâs more passive than Heejin, too. It took rough patches for you to finally be able to fuck her sister into temporary submission. For Nana, it only takes a few licks here and there, and sheâs already shaking. Still, you canât choose between them.Â
Why choose anyway when you can have them both?
Nana, of course, is good enough for now. Though sheâs got you in a padlock between her thighs and forcing you to keep eating her, you give in happily. Your hands are curled around her thick soft thighs to maintain her sprawled position on the island. And dear god, are you taking advantage of it. The suction of your lips is almost cruel, and the poor girl has to alternate between loving it and being overwhelmed.
Run your hands along her delicious backside then squeeze the two round globes. She moans appreciatively, and sheâs faced with another two decisions to choose from: to reverse herself into your hands so you could play with her ass more or to go forward to have your mouth absolutely devouring her. Both options are sure to provide her pleasure, but she canât choose just one. So she moves her hips forward and backward, grinding on the tip of your tongue and your rough palms. It feels so much better this way for her. Sheâs finally found a good routine.
âOppa, oppa, Jay oppa,â groans Nana. âPlease, p-please.â
She doesnât specify what sheâs begging for. She doesnât need to anyway when you know the answer. Thatâs why you run your tongue along her soaked labia, then let it peek into the hole they welcome you in. Delve your tongue inside her deeply. Her ass lifts off the surface and you have to pull her down to earth though sheâs close to meeting heaven because of you. No, sheâs staying here, under your control and touch. She isnât going anywhere.
Not that Nana would rather be anywhere else. Sheâs content with having you orally please her. She likes the feeling of being sprawled out before and under you and letting you have your way with her. She was wrong to think you were a virgin; the wildest laps of an inexperienced mouth definitely wonât feel this good.
She should eat your lunch more times if this is how it would end.
âYour tongue, fuck,â she says, voice shattered, â it feels so goodâdonât stop, please, I canâtââ
You donât plan on it. Nanaâs too delicious, too sweet to stop eating of. Sheâs definitely miles better than what you were supposed to have for lunch. Although your head still swirls at the idea that youâre actually having sex with your crush, hesitation is a faint dream. Her moans, sweet and whiny, prod you on and tell you a story of a climax approaching.
Draw out the plotline by tracing a line from her slit to her pearl, repeat then, shove a plot twist in there by suddenly curling your tongue inside her. She provides the dialogue and ending line:
âJay oppa, Iâm cumming!â
Nanaâs screams switch to squeals when you spank her bubble butt while continuing to eat her out. She reaches for your head and pulls it deeper between her thighs, while her other hand rests on her left nipple. The combined pleasure unexpectedly makes her leak of squirted girl cum. Of course, you waste no time in licking that up.
âT-too much, fuck, oh yes,â she gasps. Her breaths are burdened with each word. âSpank me, oppa, just like that!â
Everything you do drives her crazy. From your spanking and sucking, her hips never fail to lose control. They knock, sway, and dance while her pussy drips with more accumulated wetness and cum. Despite her satisfaction, itâs clear that you wonât be able to drink all of her juices when the mere act of doing it forms more.
âOppa, oppa, stop.â
Pause and look up at her with a mouth smeared with juices. âWhatâs the problem?â you ask. Youâd hate to have done something wrong to her.
âI think daddy and Heejin unnie are at the driveway.â
Shit. You immediately pull away from Nanaâs cunt. She barely gets her shorts on right when Chan and Heejin come in. Pray that the kitchen smells of what itâs supposed to instead of sex. You can still catch the slight scent of gratification in the air.Â
âWeâre home!â says Chan. He comes bearing gifts: supermall department store paper bags strung in a single wrist. Youâre strangely more drawn to Heejin rather than the clothes that might be brought home; she counts as a gift, right?
Sheâs barely wrapped, though. A tube top designed as a blue handkerchief dangles around her bust. The shawl doesnât exactly play the probable role of a ribbon when itâs thinner than one.Â
Oh well, easier to unwrap and break into pieces.
âHi, Jay oppa,â says Heejin. Her smile is wide; she knows youâre flustered by her choice of fashion today. She looks at Nana with a comparably colder gaze. âNana.â
Sibling rivalry, you assume? The tension is incapable of going unnoticed. You wonder what itâs for. There must have been history between them. You wouldnât know, however; youâre an only child. Were.Â
âHow was theâŠâ you say, trying to break the thickness in the air but find that you donât have the words to do it. Why do you even bother? Oh, right, theyâre your sisters nowâas a big brother, you have to try and help them make ends meet.Â
âOh, the mall?â Chan says. Heâs unknowingly rescued you from awkwardness. He throws you the bag. âPretty good! I got you a shirt. Heekki bought some stuff, too.â
âYou didnât get me anything, daddy?â asks Nana disappointedly. The redness in her face is lucky to be passed off as the heatâs doing.
âMaybe if you didnât spill that water on the floor Iâd give you your present early.â
The youngest sister tilts her head, but when she turns around, she realizes what her father means. Just when you thought youâd left the coast clear, thereâs one piece of evidence you failed to hide: Nanaâs slick and cum. It drools from the edge of the island and on the ground. Even worse, your shirt is stained, too.Â
âIâuh, daddyââ
âWhat? Gonna cry, Nayeon?â Heejin asks. She flashes her sister a taunting grin.
What is going on between these two? Why is Heejin bullying her? Why is Nana looking angrier than sheâs ever looked in her life? You truly donât understand.Â
âItâs Nana,â the younger girl replies. Her shoulders are visibly tense.
Chan gives them a stern look. You know what that means: cut it out, or Iâll make you. Youâve learned to translate those looks from parents of unruly children at public places. âGirls,â he pacifies them. âDonât want to start a fight in front of your new brother, do you?â
âShe started it!â Nana says protestingly.
âAnd Iâll end it. Cut it out and clean your mess up.â
Heejin smiles sweetly yet artificially as her sister obeys what sheâs told to do. Then, she drags you to the bedroom out of sight.
Cut to black.
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âYouâre a bad person, Jay oppa.â
Those are the first words Heejin told you after she pulled you into her room. Her kisses arenât as passionate anymore when theyâre more angry than lustful. Her lips mash on your neck, mouth, and chest, all while she unbuttons your shirt with quickness youâve never seen in her.
Your shirtâs torn off you before it could even live on to be a hand-me-down. An angry Heejin, you find out, can do things like that. She isnât all seductive and sweet when sheâs furious. And right now, sheâs burning on every end with wrath.
âI think thatâs why you agreed to have sex with me,â she says. Pulls off your bottoms so she can sit her bottom on you. âBecause you wanted some kind of fucked up stress relief. And then you see me, and you go âhey, I could fuck this girl and since sheâs such a slut she wouldnât mind.â Thatâs what you thought, right? That Iâm just another dumb slut bunny?â
None of that crossed in your mind. All you knew when you were reunited with Heejin was that you were very attracted to her. âHeejin, it isnât like that. And youâre not a slut.â
âFor you,â Heejin throws her shawl to the corner of the room, âI am.â
She said it, not you. Still wonât agree to it. But when Heejinâs riding you at this pace that you canât keep up with, you might change your mind.Â
Her thighs ripple photogenically when they slap onto yours. Your face canât say the same. From the moment the door was closed, she pounced on you. She takes the role of a hunter again. She has her hand on your chest and her ass perched on your crotch. It all starts and ends there.
âOh, and you looove lording it over me, huh?â she asks. Sheâs yelling at you, angry at you about something you donât even know yet, which is supposed to make you feel scared. You should be cowering and promise yourself to never ever underestimate her again. Instead, you feelâŠ
Aroused?Â
Your cock is hard enough to push past her slick walls and bask in their embrace. You hear your own breaths partner up with Heejinâs.
âYou know I like you and your dick so much,â she continues. Her bounces are strong. Days and nights spent at the gym keep her stamina strong. Is she a singer, too? Her voice hasnât cracked once. Or maybe sheâs just that angry. âThatâs why you like making me jealous. You know I canât control myself around you.â
âHeejin, itâs n-not like that.â Surprised that you manage to get those words out of your mouth. All thatâs coming from it are moans.
âSo what is it?âÂ
âWait, is this about Nana?â
She growls. Her pace quickens, and youâre off the edge again, your hands planted on the white mattress shaking and failing to keep you up. Her voice is like a trigger word that shuts all your systems down.Â
âSee,â she says. She shuts her eyes and bites her lip. âYou even, hahm, call her Nana, too.â
Give up on trying to remain stable. Place your hand instead on Heejinâs ass to help her meaningful grinding. âEveryone calls her that.â
âBut you donât even call me Heekki or anything. Itâs not fair, you know. You and your fucking crush on that bitch.â
Well, sheâs right. You do have a crush on Nana. She doesnât have that wrong. The thing isâ
âIâm sorry, Heekki.âÂ
Youâd tell her that as many times as she wants if thatâs what makes her feel better. You still want more sessions like these with her, maybe less violent, in the future, even if your feelings for her sister are beyond mere lust.
Right, Nayeon. Nana. What do you do about your attraction to her? Could you like Heejin and her at the same time? It isnât fair to both parties, including you. You canât just lead them on. Youâre not supposed to, to be more precise; theyâre your sisters. But of course, you break that taboo and are fucking the eldest sister to her guts in her bed after having just eaten her siblingâs pussy. You wouldnât choose one over the other.
âHnnn, yes.â Heejin minces her words in heavy, dark tones that sound a lot more desperate than the real her. It really is your fault. Youâre making her this way. âCall me that again, Jay oppa. Please? Iâm, Iâm your Heekki, right? Your only bunny girl?â
Little white lies, little white lies. âYes, Heekki,â you reply. âNow hop on daddyâs cock like a good little bunny.â
âYes, of course I will, daddy!â Sheâs nearly sobbing when she resumes her riding. The flexes of her thighs help her lifting and resting on your crotch. She gasps because of your hands sneaking under her handkerchief top and squeezing her ample breasts. âD-daddy, please, Heekki loves your cock, please fuck me harder!â
Jerk upwards. Heejinâs perfect pussy is a real-life fleshlight. She could be your toy anytime, one youâd bring and fuck anywhere. Sheâs too fitting for all the secret desires embedded in your heart. Who wouldnât want a slutty little bunny girl toy like Heejin, with an unexpectedly sexy deep voice and a fit body?
Youâre all too focused on her tiny cunt. Her hole is just made to be bred. You have to remind yourself you canât do it. Itâs hard to resist when her cunt is virginally tight and the flesh of her ass is enticing to play with. Even her groans tempt you, all those little whines and pleas shoot right at your heart (and dick.) You want to fuck her like nothingâs wrong, like she isnât your sister and youâre not supposed to be doing this.
âDaddy, daddy, oh, daddyââ Heejin gasps.
Swipe at her clit and she screams. Shut her up with the finger you used to rub her nub, sliding it into her unprepared yet otherwise welcoming mouth. âShut up, slut. Thatâs what you are, right, Heejin? Daddyâs slutty bunny girl?â
Self-contradicting or something. Oh, you donât know.Â
Still with your fingers forcing her mouth open, she nods. âMmm. Mhmm, daddy, your slut bunny, yesââ
Heejin isnât angry anymore. Your cock turns out to be the solution to her problems, even jealousy. Youâd hate to tell her that her envy is rational.Â
How would you tell her?
She sucks on your fingers, eyes glowing with tears of need. âCummingân you, now, daddy,â she breathes. âI want to be daddyâs only bunny girl, t-the one who gets to cum around his big cock everyday, please. Iâm not mad, Heekkiâs not mad anymore, I promise.â
Kiss her, and for a moment you forget about your own trials, too. The world gives its toughest times (resisting the urge to fuck your new sisters dumb) to its strongest soldiers (you).
-
You have more secrets about yourself and what youâve done than you can count on ten fingers. Not even a sworn oath could drag them from your lips. Torture like waterboarding or a knife to your throat would be useless. Your lips are sealed at all times. No exceptions.
Thatâs why youâre able to fuck both Nana and Heejin without them knowing about it. Itâs been months and itâs still going on. You canât believe it reached this point.Â
You enjoy the differences between the two girls whenever you fuck them. They donât think that youâre fucking the other either. The angry sex you had with Heejin *reduced her worries about your possible (and very real) attraction to Nana by a lot.
*(Citation, if required:
The girl was on your thigh, a night when Nana and Chan were out. You and Heejin made up an excuse: weâre too tired. Itâs a school night. Some shit. The point is that the two of you threaded the circumstances and made it line up to you being alone. No distractions.
Heejin still calls you daddy, and that time was no exception. She was naked from the waist down. Her upper body being clothed in a tight baby tee didnât make it less sexy. Seeing how the piece of clothing wrapped around her lithe form turned you on already. To add to that, she was riding your thigh, hand on your length. You made the small living room your heaven.
âFuck,â Heejin whimpered. She chewed on her bottom lips as she rode your thigh, making use of your bounces and your hands on her hips. âDaddy, howâs it that youâre so good even when your dick isnât inside me?â
You were flattered. Therefore, (and it was the only right thing to do in response to that), you bounced her harder. Let her grind down on your knee and stimulate her clit on the curved edge. Sheâs a good girl. No past tense for that one. Heejin is always your good girl, and youâre her daddy who spoils her too much. No past tense for that one either. You truly do spoil her too muchâyou let her drag you in the bathroom when youâre shopping just so she could drop to her knees to suck you off. You buy her expensive brands though youâre sure she makes more money than you. You do too much for her.
Her payment is better than anything you give her. Sheâs a good little girl who bounces on daddyâs lap and has his cum as milk before bed. Remembering that, you lifted the baby tee up to kiss her nipples. You let a slight chew ride the edges of the brown little area, then sucked hard. It gave you the reaction you wanted, the reaction you craved: Heejin cumming on your thighs.Â
Her grip on your cock was too tight and she never stopped jerking you off. You came on each other, bathing skin with love and lust. And you wouldnât have it any other way.)
Nanaâs the more oblivious one. She knows she has you wrapped around her finger, too much in fact that she doesnât entertain the idea of you liking Heejin, too. *She was eager but scared at first. Now, she fucks you without doubt, without regret.
*(Another citation:
It was after a meaningful talk that she suddenly brought up that âyou havenât fucked me yet, Jay oppa,â she said. Her natural pout made it easier for you to dive into the subject.
âSure I have,â you replied. âWhat are you talking about?â
You thought back to the times you fingered her to squirt and put your mouth on her. Nana was always weak for that, and you assumed that was the only way she liked it. That was why you didnât bother extending it past that.
âYeah,â said Nana, looking at the night sky from the terrace, âbut you havenât, like, actually put your cock in me. I want to see it! I want it inside me!â
âAlright.â You sat up. âSure.â
âHuh?â Her cheeks reddened. She didnât expect that at all.
âWhat? Letâs do it.â
âI thought youâd be all hesitant or something,â Nana explained shyly. She looked everywhere except your piercing gaze. âI think thatâs why I asked. Um⊠what am I even saying? I want your cock, Jay oppa.â
âCome get it then.âÂ
You loved seeing Nana so shy and bashful. It was so different from the playful arrogance she sets when sheâs around you. She could be so cute sometimes.Â
All the time. You still havenât gotten over what you felt for her. Itâs been long since you were adopted by Chan, yet your crush on Nanaâs been longer. You think that maybe she does have the same feelings. After all, why would she let you fuck her? But you keep telling yourself youâre making it more complicated than it should be. To keep on Nanaâs good side, and out of your own fear, too, you need to fuck her. No sappy feelings mentioned, just the good olâ rawdogging.
Youâre happy about getting to fuck Nana. Still, it isnât the same as getting to be her boyfriend.
You went on, nonetheless. The first time she sank down on your length, she let out the cutest sound youâd ever heard. Nana was adorable in every way. Her hands scrunched up to her face like a bunnyâs would as she shyly let her pussy take in your size.Â
âYouâre so big,â she said.
âHeard that a couple of times. Whatâs new?âÂ
âAsshole.â Nana slapped your shoulder. âYou sure I could do it?â
âMore than. Youâre almost there.â
You tried to act like you were no stranger to this and therefore didnât care. It was difficult when Nanaâs pussy was so closed around your girth that you had to guide her downwards. Her thighs twitched and her moans were higher than they usually were. When you went down on her with your tongue, she always screamed, or when you fingered her under the blanket while watching a movie. This sound from her, a whiny gasp tangled in between a shout and a cry, was new.Â
You wanted to become more acquainted with it, for which you started to thrust.
âFffuck,â she whispered with a wince. Why was the pain good? It wasnât supposed to work like that. âJay oppa, that feels really good.â
âDoesnât hurt anymore?â
âJust a little. Just keep, fffucking. Me. And Iâll be okay.â
You couldnât help it. You dove in for a kiss. You held her face in your hands as you pumped away inside her. This time, you made sure to be careful. It was the first time you had ever penetrated her.Â
It was the one of many times, though, that you made her cum.)
âJay.â
Deja vu hits you. Or maybe youâve been substituting grief with it. Itâs been almost a year and everything still reminds you of your parents. Jay isnât exempted from that. You zoned out on him, just like you did to your mother and father.Â
Itâs your duty to look at him and pay attention. Heâs done so much for you already. Itâs the least you could do. Itâs what you would have done if youâd known that fateful day that your parents would die. âYeah?â
Chan smiles. âAre you alright?â he asks you. He pushes the tinfoiled chocolates towards you. Dessert is an everyday thing in his house. âWe lost you there a little.â
Unwrap one and pop in your mouth. âIâm fine, thanks. What were we talking about?â
âI was saying I got a promotion.â
You smile. Good things happen to good people. âCongrats, hyung!â
âThanks, Jay! ButâŠâ Hesitantly, he continues, âbecause of that, Iâm going on a business trip. Iâll be gone for two days.â
Heejinâs eyes widen theatrically. âOh no,â she says in faux disappointment, âoh no, daddy.âÂ
It sounds like sheâs addressing you rather than her own real father. More context clues: sheâs inched closer to you and has a hand on your thigh. She gives it a nice squeeze, causing you to straighten suddenly. This is the riskiest Heejin has gotten.
Steal a glance at Nana, who sits at the opposite side of the dinner table. Sheâs staring at the two of you with fire in her eyes. While sheâs too cute to be menacing, she still sends a clear message: get Heejin off you now. She canât bear with her sister being all touchy-feely with you, or having you alone with her. If she didnât want to save face, sheâd have pounced on the table to tear Heejinâs hair out.
And sheâs got such a pretty, pretty face to save, doesnât she?
âDâyou think you kids could behave while Iâm gone?â Chan asks. He scratches the back of his neck. âI mean, youâre all of age, and itâs technically legal, but if you want me to stayââ
âOh, daddy, itâs fine!â says Heejin. She looks at you sweetly and raises your joined hands. âJay oppa and I are good friends! Weâll keep the house clean!â
âWhat about you, Nana? What do you think?â
Nanaâs glowering stare at you and her older sister is prolonged and envious. She truly canât look intimidating with such an adorable face, but you feel her anger. Itâs telepathic how she could sit there in silence and still tell you wordlessly that sheâs angry. Furious is probably a better term; you can see flames rise from her eyes.
She swallows and composes herself the best she could. âIâll be fine,â she says quietly.
Chan asks his daughter if sheâs sure, and asks the older girl the same as well. He doesnât leave you out either. He wants to balance a family and work life properly. Both should hold the same weight on the two pedestals.Â
Thatâs how you end up with him gone for two days, and during the first few minutes of his departure, you and Heejin are kissing each other. Nothing more than that is what you promise. Chastity isnât the best virtue to go by in terms of happiness, but you attempt with what you could to keep it pure.Â
This is where you understand the self-contradiction, for Heejinâs stark naked from the waist and up. You can feel every bit of unclothed flesh beneath your palms. You can be the expeditioner, Heejin could be the map. Youâd spread her, map out each bit of pale milky skin in the connection of your two bodiesâ threshold. Youâd tear her and use her to the point of impurity.Â
But as you said: chastity.
Itâs not like Heejinâs a saint herself. The skimpy booty shorts grind down on your lap as you kiss in her bedroom. Play with her nipples you will, then also take the time to appreciate her soft thighs.Â
âThese thighs are fucking amazing, Heekki,â you say. The nicknameâs a familiar aftertaste in your mouth now. A delicious one.Â
âYou want to fuck them, oppa⊠daddy? What should I call you?â
A hand on the nape of her neck, you lay Heejin down on her bed. âI donât care. Whichever, just make sure you let me fuck these legs.â
âOppa it is.â Heejin grins cheekily. She spreads her arms just as much as she tightens her legs together, letting you appreciate the smoothness of her pits and her slim, beautiful arms. Not to disregard the muscles denting the skin, though. âIsnât it so sexy? Iâm fucking my big brother, and my little sister can barge in anytime. Itâs so risky, right, Jay oppa?â
Slip your cock between her pressed flesh, and you easily discover that her thighs are as good as they look. Slide in, slide out, and repeat the cycle like a habit of vice. Youâd never want to recover. Something could speak to you in the back of your head, urging you to let go of whatâs wrong, and you wouldnât listen. Even if that something was, letâs say, Nana?
Speaking ofâŠ
âWhatâs wrong, Jay oppa?â said girlâs older sister asks, curious about your sudden alarmed look.
Youâd say a lot of things to her, now that you have the chance to. Only one comes to mind: âI, I think thereâs someone at theââ
âI fucking knew it.â
Thatâs how it all starts. It begins with the scene that goes like this: Nana stands at the doorway with shock veining red in her eyes. Her hand is firm on the door knob; looks like someone forgot to lock before they fuck. That someone may be you or Heejin. You never know. Itâs too late, anyway. Nana already knows.
Youâd adlib a lot of things in this situation, too. However, none of them sound plausible. You canât speak when you feel this odd sense of guilt brimming in the core of your heart. Seeing Nanaâs horrified expression, you realize that itâs rooted from you thinking youâve betrayed her. Thereâs her, obviously being your childhood crush and the girl youâve fucked weeks on end, and then thereâs you, fucking her sister in the bedroom where sheâs supposed to flee for sisterly advice and familial gossip. Itâs so incredibly wrong, all of it: your girth being locked between Heejinâs thighs, her obviously enjoying the way the underside of your cock rubs her preyed pussy, and Nana, the other girl youâve been fucking. The other sister youâre fucking.
âYou lying bitch,â spits Nana, glaring at Heejin. Such a word should never escape her mouth when she looks that pure and sweet, but she isnât what she looks like, sexually speaking. Emotionally speaking. âIâm gonna tell dad, and youâre so fucking screwed.â
âThen Iâll tell him you fucked me, too,â you fire back. Venom laces your words.Â
Heejin looks at you in horror. âWhat?â
Oh no.Â
Oh god.Â
You definitely should have thought before you spoke. Now, the catâs out of the bag. The taboo secret youâve tried to hide for so long from both siblings is out in the open. You canât lie or fuck your way out of this anymore. Itâs not going to work.
Nana catches on a loose thread in her sister. She tugs it to sew back her own pride. âYeah, thatâs right,â she says haughtily, âhe fucked me, too. What, you thought you were special or something?â
âHey.â Sheâs really going in for the kill. You have to put a stop to it before it escalates: âLetâs all just calm downââ
Heejin turns to you and laughs after a short, bitter little scoff. âNo fucking way, Jay.â She drops her legs and kicks you away. Tumble into the bedroom cabinet. âYou tricked us.â
Sheâs right. Youâll admit that because you canât even deny it yourself. Itâs true through and through; you hid two secrets from three people: your sisters and new father. But secrets always come to light, and today just so happens to be the day for your dirty little secrets.
âYeah,â pipes up Nana. âYou wanted to use two girls as your personal cumdumps you could just throw away. You donâtââ
She stops. The older girl is awfully silent and suspicious, though you are for other reasons as well.
âOh.â She stares at Heejin for a moment, then laughs. The palm sheâs placed on her mouth is only there for dramatic effect; she doesnât bother stifling her smug laughs. âOh. I see it now.â
âWhat the hell do you mean?â
Nana walks over with surprising confidence in her steps and wraps her hand around your cock. Thatâs the last thing you expected her to do. Your moans are a little rougher this time because of that. Nana doesnât bother stopping to reconsider what sheâs doing: jerking off her new brother in front of her sister who shares her own blood and flesh.Â
She pouts so pitiably that it could be a genuine emotion if she pleases. âYou donât let him cum inside you, do you, my sweet unnie?â she asks. âThatâs right. I know you donât.â
Heejinâs eyes go all bunny wide. The irony of it all could be entertaining enough for your average telenovela enjoyer. It helps that she plays her role of the shocked and offended domineering sister so well.
But this isnât a telenovela; this is real life. Youâre actually going through this. You canât turn it off in spite of your desire to. When thereâs the yearning inside you to see what more there is to unfold, though, you give in. You donât say a word to stop the sisterly quarrel. You simply stand there prone to Nana, who jerks you off with an unrestrained anger.
Heejin, whoâs used to playing the cruel girl to her sister, finds herself in a position sheâs never had to experience: getting the short end of the stick. Getting pierced by the end of the stick. Was her sisterâs all-too-true accusation the forbidden apple to the shame she feels out of nowhere for her naked body?
She stutters. Youâve only heard her stutter when youâre fucking her. Itâs so strange to hear how she clumsily stumbles over her words in real life where sheâs got no escape. âOkay,â she says, giving up, âso I donât let him cum inside me. So what? Itâs not my fault Iâm not a slut like you.â
âOh please,â scoffs Nana. Waving off her sisterâs insult is also a first for her. âTell me something I havenât heard before. At least I get to feel his warm, thick cum inside me. Youâre too scared to even let him fuck you in a position that isnât missionary.â
âGirls,â you say, in one last futile attempt to calm them down. Do you even want to calm them down? Youâre not sure.
Nana pulls you away from her sibling and smiles with such untainted sweetness that it makes you forget she was mad in the first place. Well, sheâs still a little mad for what she says next:Â
âCome on, oppa.Â
âLet me do something for you that she canât.â
Her shirt becomes a figment of your imagination. You swear it was on a few seconds ago. But now, you see how it is: no bra. Not even a white camisole. Her perky breasts are there for you to toy with. You have multiple choices, actually: her soft tummy and wide hips are there, craving for your attention. Of course you give it to them, in the form of lingering hungry touches.Â
Your lips are on hers all of a sudden. It doesn't even take minutes for you to have your mouths and tongues all over each other, licking where you can and kissing till the lust ferments. (Hint: it would never.) Thereâs an imaginary time limit going on for you and Nana, and so youâre tearing clothes off each other and stealing kisses as fast and as needily as you can.Â
It doesnât take the whole time limit for Heejin to get jealous. âGet off him,â she growls. She kisses your back, the touch sending shivers on your skin. Her nipples push on you. âYou like me better, donât you, daddy? Iâm your Heekki, right?â
You donât know. As of now, you like the other bunny girl better. âWeâll see.â
ââDaddyâ?â Nana giggles. âThat all you got, Heejin?â
âWhereâs the âunnieâ?â
âYouâre not the unnie unless you prove yourself to be one,â the youngest of the three of you answers in a sickeningly flattering tone. She brushes Heejinâs cheek. âSo whatâs it gonna be?â
Heejin stammers again. The smarmy and arrogant her is lost in the jealousy she gathers because of Nana pushing you down the bed. When she sees how you react to it with your needy face and hands on her waist, the anger burns inside her harder.Â
Still, it surely canât be the flame of fury thatâs making her this hot and bothered, can it?
Nana backs off to present her ass to you. She circles her hips in the air, giving you a show, then places a hand on both of her cheeks. The denim shorts barely cover up the swells of her ass. âTake this off me, please, oppa?â she asks. And itâs so polite that it isnât really your fault that you give in and tug the messily cut thing she calls shorts down.
âDaddy!â Heejin says in protest. Sheâs naked as well, but sheâs still left out.
âI think I should be the one calling him daddy here,â gloats Nana. She rubs her ass on your cock. It perfectly pleasures the underside of your length. âAfter all, heâs the one whoâs going to put a baby in me. But Iâm sure you wonât mind.â
Her panties slide down her legs. And now, she descends.
Down she goes, but sheâs only going higher. Your cock splits her pussy open, and itâs just as good as the first time. Nana still brings the same thrill you get when you fuck her hot body. Her bounces are more precise, and she learns to give you more than just the benefit of getting to screw herâshe gifts you a show of her bountiful backside unintentionally clapping with the other cheek.
Spank her for that, though you should really reward rather than punish her when sheâs only making you feel good. Doesnât matter; she loves it. She looks back at you and bites her lip sultrily.Â
âFuck,â you groan, âsuch a good girl, Nana.â
Her moans are perfected with pitch and pleas. Nanaâs expressions are timed well with your thrusts and guiding hands on her hips.
âIâm a good girl, too, daddy,â Heejin says softly. She kisses your mouth. âIâll show you, okay?â
Chanâs eldest daughter climbs on top of your face. You pull off her shorts as wellâyou welcome all kinds of pleasure here. Nana slams herself down harder, and right on the second you groan due to it, Heejinâs already planted her pussy on your face.
See, these are the thighs youâve dreamed of. These are the kind that would actually crush your head. Her muscular skin ensures that your head is subjected not only to thick softness. And yes, youâve eaten Heejin out before, in times when youâd keep her prone on the edge of her bed while you pull orgasm after orgasm out of her with just your tongue, but this time you do it with increased gusto. The sistersâ blended moans sound better than any choir of your choosing. Name a band as well, while youâre at it, and Heejin and Nanaâs voices would still outdo their songs.
âYesss, thank you, daddy!â gasps Heejin. âOh, mmm, Iâm your good little girl. And because youâre my daddy, you should always eat your good girl out.â
âYou talk like an attached trophy wife,â Nana remarks with a snortle. Thatâs not fair on her part; you know how desperate she can get when youâre fucking her, but you canât really oppose it when Hejeinâs muffling your mouth.
The other girl canât retort either. Your tongueâs too good to her. âShut up. He likes my pussy more. And he treats it sooo well, donât you, my daddy? Better than you do Nana?â
Letâs see: well, you donât know. Both sisters have amazing bodies youâd do any time of the day. You havenât really given the intensity you submit to them much thought. Itâs hard to think now when Heejinâs urgently riding your tongue while Nana rides your cock.
âNo answer,â Nana says triumphantly. âI guess heâs biased there.â
âHmph.â
âThe better girl for oppa is the one who doesnât immediately cum just because heâs touching them. Bet?â
âItâs a bet,â replies Heejin. She really shouldnât be giving in to a deal sheâs sure to lose; you know what the quintessential quiver of her hips mean. Then again, sheâs not one to back down from a competition.
Itâs kind of entertaining to see the differences between the two girls. It counts back then as well. Itâs like they switched personalities with how the other fits the former just as well. Nanaâs not afraid to use you. She rides you at a lightning-impulsed pace, rocking your cock with a tightness youâll never forget. Her cries are wrapped with weak gasps. On the other hand, thereâs Heejin, whoâs still used to being the submissive little girl to you when itâs nothing close to her real cocky attitude out of the bedroom, whoâs still afraid to use you. Oh, donât forget her moansâtheir depth and groany tinge make your cock throb. Too bad itâs inside Nana.
(Itâs actually not that bad at all; the pulsing and twitching cause Nana to shake deliciously. Her slow, meaningful grinds bring you to life.)
Hence, youâre fucking Heejin with your tongue faster, with no care for the juices that slide down your chin and the sides of your mouth. Her clit bumps your nose. Itâs an advantage you takeâyou push and pull her back and forth to get her shivering whenever her precious pearl hits the tip of your nose.
Nana isnât left out of the equation either. Push your lower body upwards so that your tip meets the end of her pussy. Shimmy them so that it rubs her walls. She gasps girlishly and soon finds out that she isnât made for the fight she started with her sister. Sheâs chosen to fight the wrong battle.
âIâm close,â she whimpers. Her eyes are sealed shut. âYouâre too good, oppa.â
âM-me too!â Heejin says. Her voice is on the brink of a yell. Sloppily suck her clit and sheâs past that. âDaddy, daddy, daddy, keep licking me like that, oh!â
âShit⊠Jay oppa!â
Youâre soaked on both ends. Try to clean up Heejinâs stream of cum the best you could and pump Nanaâs slick out of her. In the midst of everything, you donât stop. You want to keep hearing the girlsâ beautiful cries of pleasure.Â
âGod, enough, daddy,â begs the shaking Heejin. Sheâs slapping her own breasts, lip bloodied under her teeth. âI want to cum on your cock, too.â
A better premise. âSure.â
âWait.â Nana stops the two of you. âWho came first?â
Heejin turns away with pink cheeks.Â
Nanaâs known her all her life, so she reads that look better than anyone else could. âOf course you did.â She rolls her eyes. âYou donât deserve to sit on his cock.â
âI doâŠâ Her eyes are glossy. Her desperation really doesnât go away with shame. If she were to be honest, itâs the shaming that deepens it. âBut please, daddy, pleaseââ
âFine. Letâs ask oppa what he wants us to do. Weâll see whoâs the better girl for himâ
You canât recognize Nana anymore. You know how big of a sub she can get, yet you didnât realize how rough she can be as a dominant party in the bedroom. With how she orders around her sister and you, youâd think itâs a usual thing for her. Maybe it is.Â
âNana-ya,â Heejin says, trying to bring the tone she lorded over her little sister with back. It ends up weakâitâs to no avail.
âDo it,â Nana tells her with a pitch of finality. âAsk him.â
âFuck,â the other bunny girl says nervously. She swallows, then turns to you. Youâre just as on the edge as she is. âDaddy, what do you want us to do?â
You have plenty of situations you could make them turn into reality. Some even cross the line. There are already plenty of boundaries youâve soared past. You just have to choose one out of the many fantasies you have because now that youâre looking back at the chaos of it all, you wanted this to happen. You wanted them to find out. Thereâs a fucked up voice inside you that insists on becoming riskier, becoming more careless. Itâs supposed to be blocked out.
Still and all, thereâs Heejin and Nana beside you on the bed, with their shared pouty lips and eyes glistening with want. Said distinct, glossy features give you an idea.
âSuck my cock,â you say finally. In other settings that would have been a grave insult to the average middle school outcast. For Heejin and Nana, itâs the word of a deity himself.
Both girls donât waste precious time on questioning if two sisters sucking their new adopted brotherâs cock is morally right or not. What matters above all is that their lips decorate your length. Itâs like theyâre determined to give it a bath. Itâs the only way you know how to explain it when Heejinâs round, doll-like eyes stare in awe at her sister running her lips up and down the sideless shape of your cock and your sensitive slit. Shiver on the occasion she licks there. Nana knows how to take cock as much as sheâs learned into the art of fucking your face. It goes both ways here, you see. You wouldnât have thought she was the one who was just recently a virgin.
Heejin leaves the tougher things to the expert. While sheâs the one who first sucked your cock between the two of them, itâs clear that Nanaâs better at this. She can hear your ragged moans. She remains determined to please you. She kisses your heavy balls, sucking on the prickled skin on each and licking at them lovingly.
âFuck⊠HeekkiâŠâ
Thatâs a sign for Nana to up her game. She glares at you, and itâs everything but subtle. She throws out all the anger sheâs held in her heart after the PDA you put on with Heejin recently onto sucking your cock. Her throat is tight and her mouth is warm as your cock enters and exits, stabbing through the breaths for air that never quite make it to her lungs. She doesnât mind losing air. She does, actually, but sheâs quite more focused on getting your attention back on her.
Heejin doesnât let up on the competition. Like you said, she isnât the type of girl to back down from a challenge. Whatever she competes at sheâll give it her all. She might have lost and came earlier than expected just a few minutes ago, sure, but sheâs a competitive girl. She always wants to be on top. Or if not, underneath you.Â
Thatâs why her lips alternate between your testicles. Bite your lip to suppress yourself from tugging her hair. It doesnât work; your hand ends up sifted in her hair and tugging so that her nose pressed on your pubic patch. From there she has to take in your musky scent and have the precum from your tip drip down the side of her face.
âWeâre being good girls, Heejin,â Nana says after pulling away from your cock.Â
âYouâre not too bad yourself,â the older one of them admits. She licks the underside of your base teasingly, sending a gasp and a sudden shot of cum out of you. âWhat dâyou think, daddy?â
They seem to not have noticed that you orgasmed a bit. They keep lapping and kissing your cock like nothing could compare to it. No piece of arcade candy or slice of cake could match the taste of your cock. They feast on it, the little devils they areâHeejin decides to take a turn at swallowing your cock whole and succeeds while Nana kisses your thighs. Youâre sensitive all over, and they have no signs of stopping. Theyâll keep suckling and licking all day if you donât conquer control again.
Therefore: get up like your latest orgasm didnât occur.Â
âOn your stomach. On the bed. Now.â
Soon theyâre scrambling to follow your orders. Arenât they always? Their butts are in front of you side by side. They say sisters have a lot in commonâfor this situation, itâs the wetness rolling droplets down their luscious thighs and the two replicas of the same, passive look as they turn their heads to you. Theyâre waiting for your next command.
You donât give any. Itâs all on you now.
Push yourself inside Heejinâs slick pussy. Perhaps she deserves to be fucked, like she says. So donât bother to extract lengthy inches and just fire short, driven thrusts. Spank Nana to keep her occupied. Her moans are as sweet as her sisterâs, much more when you finger her.
Tandem and might. Theyâre foreign concepts to you since you werenât a sporty kind of kid. You still find yourself taking all those out on the two girls. You position yourself so that youâre able to pump fast into Heejin while keeping the deep thrusts going while curling your fingers into Nanaâs weak spots.Â
âThatâs not fair, Jay oppa,â she tells you, face buried into the sheets. Itâs lucky that you even get to make out a fraction of her words. âI was the one being good.â
âMaybe he just likes me more,â quips Heejin wittily. Itâs a lost sound when you punish her with a pronounced pump. Little do you know that sheâd find it hot. âFuck yes, youâre amazing, daddy.â
She gives up on trying to keep her head raised. She drops it and groans with the bed muffling the way of her voice. Who could have ever found out that the tuck of her bottom lip under her teeth, an action so simple, could fruit such lust inside you?
âOf course youâre being good, Nana. Only good girls get bred.â
They donât get what you mean until you pull out of Heejin and slip into the sister you mentioned. Nanaâs back curves beautifully and she sighs as sheâs filled to the point of overflow with your hot and sticky cum. You slap her ass hard, leaving a red trace of your hand on her cheek. She grinds seductively into your cock burying itself to the depths of her pussy.
âNoooo,â sobs Heejin, green with envy. âPlease, gah, just let me have your cum. I promise Iâll let you cum inside me all the time. Can do it even with my dad watching, or Nana, just pleaseââ
âDesperate little slut. Will you let my naughty big sister have what she wants, oppa?â
In one way or another, Heejin always gets what she wants. She could be the one underneath you, sure, and sheâd remain the benefactor.
Such is the beauty of having her cum beautifully and instantly on your fingers after you finger out some cum from Nanaâs pussy into hers.
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Chan never does find out what the white on Heejinâs bed is from. Is it from a girlâs problem that isnât too known? He doesnât know. It might be glue. Whatever. Heâs not that well-versed into feminine problems, so he simply assumes those are the source of them.Â
He also doesnât know why the sisters suddenly donât fight anymore. Itâs a well-kept secret that youâve made a pact with them, told them that you could be theirs as long as they kiss you and donât tell. It works well to keep the sisters in line, and itâs beneficial for Chan, too. He doesnât have to pacify repeated arguments anymore.
So far the peace in your new home is maintained. The bedroom is exempted.
Obviously.Â
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You know how it goes: through some incredible circumstances, God and a young woman living under the shadow of an oppressive empire have a metaphysically unusual baby who grows up to be a general nuisance, won't stay dead, and sports a few additional holes...
It's the third Sunday of Advent and I'm a little concerned Bible studies for weird goth kids might be turning into a series... Let's talk about the Blessed Virgin Mary and Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity.
Wake was probably never described as "gentle", "meek", or "mild", but there are a few similarities: distinctive outfits, snazzy shrines, commitment to putting down the mighty from their seats, and of course babies with great and terrible destinies niftily conceived without sex.
On the topic of conception, let's clear up a common, uh, misconception: the term "immaculate conception" does not refer to Mary becoming pregnant with Jesus. It's Mary's own conception.
Why are we talking about how Mary was conceived and what does this have to do with lesbian necromancers?
To answer that question, we have to go back further still, way before Mary's conception. Back to these guys and their unfortunate snack cravings:
Remember how last time we talked about the concept of being in a state of grace? Well, the Christian read on Adam and Eve is that a state of grace was, as it were, the factory setting for humanity. They were fully in tune with God, there was no sickness or death, there was no sin. Until, that is, the whole unfortunate business with the apple. The first sin. The world is fundamentally altered. Humanity is expelled from paradise, burdened with sin, death, disease, patriarchy, and work. Worse, this sinful human nature turns out to be sexually transmissible: every human being is born tainted by this "original sin" of Adam and Eve.
This is why Catholicism is so big on baptising babies: even if they're many years off being able to commit any sins themselves (a sin has to be something consciously chosen and understood), they're still contaminated by that original sin of Adam and Eve. Baptism is understood to erase original sin, wiping the slate clean.
Bear with me, we'll be back to necromancers soon I promise. Have a picture of Mary beating up the devil while an angel holds baby Jesus:
OK, but what does Adam and Eve's danger snack have to do with Mary's conception?
The "immaculate conception" refers to the idea that unlike every human being between Adam and Jesus, Mary was conceived without the contamination of original sin. The rationale for this is complex, but essentially boils down to something like the saving power of Jesus not being bound by piffling things like time and space and thus saving his mother before her own conception and allowing himself to also be conceived and born sinless.
But the important bit is that something specific about Mary means that she is uniquely able to be pregnant with Jesus.
You may be starting to guess where this is going...
Because while unconventional pregnancy seems to have been the plan from the get-go for Jesus, it was not with the artist formerly known as The Bomb:
âI had the baby,â said Wake. âThe baby Iâd had to incubate myself for nine long fucking months, when the foetal dummies these two gave me died.â
âOh, God, it was yours,â said Augustine, in horror. âI thought youâd used in vitro on one of Mercyâsââ
âI said they all died,â said Wake. âThe dummies died. The ova died. Only the sample was still active, no idea how considering it was twelve weeks after the fact, but I wasnât about to look a gift horse in the mouth.â
âSo you used it on yourself,â said Augustine. âAnything for the revolution, eh, Wake?â
We have to assume the foetal dummies plan was hatched by Mercymorn, a brilliant scientist with a myriad of experience. If the problem encountered by Wake were as simple as Lyctoral infertility, I suspect Mercy would have spotted that long before.
But what do Wake and John have in common that Mercymorn or any of the other ova-having residents of the Mithraeum did not? They are both (to some extent at least) factory setting humans: unlike everyone else in the Dominicus system, they never died and were resurrected, nor are they the descendants people who were. John's abilities, while macabre, are not straightforwardly the necromancy otherwise practiced in the Houses. That necromancy is a direct result of one specific act of taking that resulted in the very nature of the world changing: a thanergetic system, inhabited by human beings who, necromancer or not, are fundamentally tainted by thanergy and by the after effects of that action of John's. You might call it a sin. An indelible sin. He does.
It's not an exact parallel, but necromancy certainly occupies a space not dissimilar to original sin: the result of a single action, tainting every descendant of its progenitors regardless of their actions of abilities.
And then enter Gideon, born in space away from the thanergetic energy of the Dominicus system to a mother lacking the 10,000 year intergenerational burden of the resurrection and necromancy. The child of Jod, born to die.
#the locked tomb#tlt#tlt meta#awake remembrance of these valiant dead#commander wake#gideon nav#john gaius#Sin will not survive the second coming of Jesus so what does that say about necromancy at the end of the series?
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"Wild Blue Yonder" dealt with some of the emotional fallout of the Flux, so I want to rewind a bit and look at what that means for the Doctor.
I know that the Timeless Child and the Flux are contentious topics. I'm not here to argue either way. But now those storylines have decisively not been retconned, and with both of these fresh in my memory, I feel the need to offer some context for anyone who may not have seen it, and to recontextualize it for myself and anyone who has.
NotDonna: You don't know where you're from. The Doctor: How do you know that? How does anyone know? How does Donna know?
In "The Timeless Children", we find out that the Doctor was discovered as a child alone under a wormhole, and adopted by a woman named Tecteun. There was an accident where the Doctor fell from a cliff and regenerated, and subsequently Tecteun performed "experiments" on them to try to understand regeneration. The show minces words about this but she killed a child a whole bunch of times is what happened. Her experiments created the Time Lords and allow them to engineer their regeneration properties. The Doctor has no memory of any of this, and only finds out via the Master and information stored in the Time Lord Matrix.
The Doctor, predictably, doesn't tell anyone about this revelation. She makes a speech to the Master about how this makes her more, we get a single shot of her looking a bit tired in the TARDIS, then she immediately gets thrown in prison.
Ultimately, the Doctor doesn't know where they're from or who their parents are. And the very fact that they're not from Gallifrey is information that no one in the universe should have. Everyone who knew is now dead.
NotDonna: I saw it in your head. The Flux. The Doctor: It destroyed half the universe because of me. We stand here now, on the edge of creation, a creation which I devastated, so yes I keep running, of course I do! How am I supposed to look back on that? NotDonna: It wasn't your fault! The Doctor: I know!
A fun fact about the Flux is that the Doctor did not cause it. So why does he blame himself? Because the person who caused the Flux was Tecteun.
The reason why Tecteun wanted to destroy the universe is because the Doctor interfered with things too much. Too much morality. Too inspirational to people. She calls them a virus. So her solution to the problem of the Doctor is to destroy the universe, with the Doctor inside, and take her ship to a different universe to start fresh. She also was the one to steal all the Doctor's memories of previous lives in the first place. She's dismissive and patronizing and clearly does not care about the Doctor on an emotional level at all. Tecteun is a piece of work, and the implications of her actions and how they've shaped the Doctor have the potential to go deep.
Thirteen doesn't get too much of a chance to react to any of this, because there is plot going on. And shortly after they reunite, Tecteun gets killed by a different villain. So there was no emotional closure in the moment, and there's now no possibility for the Doctor to make sense of her actions. The Doctor does not tell any of her friends about any of these events. She keeps promising to tell Yaz but does not.
"Wild Blue Yonder" is the first time we, as the audience, hear the Doctor discuss the Flux. And their perception of events is skewed at best. The Flux wasn't caused because the Doctor made a mistake and a lot of people were killed, which is what you can argue for many other situations. The Flux and the devastation of the universe was caused by their mother, who promptly turned around and told them it was their fault for being such an interfering nuisance. We know that the Doctor is often an unreliable narrator, but this is beyond that. These are the words of an abused child who has internalized the narrative that the abuse was their fault.
So the Doctor being able to talk about this with Donna, who has seen what happened, who knows him, and tells him that it's not his fault â it means so much to him. He wants it to be her so badly. And then NotDonna laughs in his face. You can see the devastation. He thinks for one moment that he can finally talk about this with his best friend, and it's snatched away from him. He gives himself a moment to break down in the corridor, and then you can see the walls rebuilding as he suppresses it all again.
At the very end of the episode, back in the TARDIS, he's trying very very hard to be nonchalant. I'm curious. The NotDonna could remember all these things that happened to me while we were apart. Can you? Just wondering. Things happened, but I'll be fine. In a million years. It's not a joke.
He wants so badly to be able to talk about this. You can see it in all the lines of his body language. He's keeping himself together but is prepared to fall apart in an instant. He doesn't want to actually tell anyone, but if Donna just magically knew already, and could tell him it wasn't his fault â well, that would make the world of difference. But she doesn't know, and he can't bring himself to tell her. And so the cycle continues.
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Imagine being longtime friends with Zayne and harboring deep feelings for him, but having no idea how he feels about you because he keeps you at what feels like armâs length.
Sometimes, you feel like a nuisance.
An annoying sister-figure Zayne deals with because he has to. Because heâs known you since you were children, and now heâs your doctor, so heâs obligated to be nice.
But sometimes, he confuses you because did he just compliment you unprovoked? Go out of his way to meet you for dinner? Give you his coat when the cold whisper of the breeze touches your spine? Stay in your living room late into the night talking with you, knowing he has to be up early tomorrow for work?
Whateverâs going on, itâs confusing as all hell. His signals are jumbled like spilled jigsaw pieces, and the accidental touches and the fleeting glances and the way he murmurs unguarded things to you in the dead of night makes your head fill with static, andâ
You donât think your heart can take much more of this push-and-pull, this game of hot and cold.
Besides, who would Zayne be to give someone as plain as you a shot in hell at him? Heâs all big-time cardiac surgeon. All modelesque and incredibly smart and made of money, and youâre just a humble, nameless Hunter.
Enter Sylus.
Damn, heâs an asshole at first.
Sure, his beauty is otherworldly, and his voice makes your knees all wobbly. And heâs tall and masculine in every sense of the word, and fuck, he smells good.
But you typically wouldnât give someone like him the time of day. Heâs a criminal. Damn near mafia-affiliated. Talks too much shit, and your morals warn you against falling for him.
But, wellâŠ
You kindaâŠ
Do.
With time you notice, hey, this guy isnât too bad. Heâs still the leader of Onychinus. Still a murderer and a thief and youâre still low-key traumatized from your first encounter with him.
But heâs not all jagged around the edges like he initially let on. Doesnât beat around the bush when it comes to what he wants. Wears his heart on his cuffed, designer sleeves when it comes to you.
Thereâs no riddle to his words. No mistaking how his hand sits possessively at the small of your back when he takes you with him to conduct business. No missing how he blatantly flirts and has even come close to kissing you once or twice.
He likes you, goddamit, if the PDA and the unguarded smiles and overprotectiveness are anything to go by.
And when youâre tucked away all safe in your bedroom, tuckered out from killing Wanderers and battling with your own emotionsâŠ
When youâre clad in your soft PJs and hugging your pillow to your bosom with your brain all fizzy as the sun seeks refuge beneath the horizonâŠ
When, in your peripheral, your phone glows on your nightstand. And you worry your bottom with your teeth, scrutinizing the picture flooding your screenâsea-green eyes, kohl black hair, a name flanked in big red hearts.
Heâs calling you. Again. Texting you, filling your watch with notifications, filling up the idle space of your home with the insistent hum of your phone, and itâs uncharacteristic of him to be so active.
As your phone forwards him to voicemail and he becomes another missed call in your notifications, you realize.
Sigh.
You fitfully realize that Sylus is everything you want.
Everything you want from Zayne.
You fall back into the serenity of your bedsheets with a wail, muffling such a pitiful sound behind your pillow.
Maybe, just maybe Sylus is your punishment for being too pussy to confront Zayne.
#zayne x reader#zayne x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace zayne#love triangle?#unrequited feelings?#idk bruh i had to get this out of my head#and imaging zayne all grief stricken finding out that maybe he lost his chance because he was too busy hardening his heart#uuuuuugh#delulu hours
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