#but removes some of the “this is a child what the fuck do I do with a child. Do you want a knife?” dynamic

[wintersoldierwhore]

bucky as a girl dad

Bucky finding out you were pregnant was another thing entirely, you were completely avoidant and you hadn’t said more than a word until later that night when he cornered you after dinner. 

You couldn’t help but break down into tears, hands shaking as they shielded your eyes from him. His hands, so gently, wrapped around your wrists willing you to remove them. You just stepped around him to reach for your purse, handing him the stick you tested on that morning.

Bucky was silent, taking in the two solid pink lines on the stick, understanding his life was about to change forever. “Oh, my God.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, avoiding his gaze and sitting back down at the kitchen table, where your dishes still sat. 

“Sorry for what?” He questioned, kneeling down in front of you with his hands cradling your face. 

“This wasn’t planned, we’re not ready.” You sniffled, but you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. His skin on yours felt like everything was going to be okay.

“Nobody is ever ready for a kid, doll. We’ll do it, we’ll do this. Me and you.” He countered, his voice so warm and soft, feeling like a conversation only understood between the both of you.

“We’re going to do it,” you whispered, smiling through your sniffles. Bucky nodded, a grin on his face and his thumbs wiping the tears brimming your eyes.

You’d gone to bed before Bucky that night, whilst he dealt with the dishes and had a shower. He’d still made you your nighttime tea, always accompanied with two cookies. And once he’d closed the door to your bedroom, essentially tucking you in that night, he immediately reached for his phone.

“Sam, what the fuck do I do?” He asked, voice still quiet as he jogged down the stairs. He needed to be reassured, and usually he’d go to you, but with news like this, he knew he had to be the one to see you both through it. 

Bucky spent a whole hour on the phone to Sam, who had actually brought Sarah into the conversation. Bucky wrote things down, asked questions, took every bit of knowledge Sarah had to offer him. 

It was safe to say the conversation had soothed him, he believed he could do it, and there was nobody else he’d rather do it with. He’d thought about it before, the prospect of kids, and his mind would occasionally drift off thinking about you as a mom.

Now pregnant you was another ordeal. Bucky believed you shouldn’t have to lift a finger whilst carrying his child. At first you believed it was guilt, for making you throw up every morning, for wanting to do nothing but sleep. But it really was just care for you and your unborn child. And it was adorable, to say the least. 

When he’d caught you locking the front door, bag and car keys in hand, when coming back from his run, he wanted to carry you back to the couch and wait on your every need. 

“Buck, honey,” you sighed, reaching out for his hand, “I just want some fresh air. To go for a walk around the market, I’m still a human even if I'm growing a child.”

He couldn’t argue with that. “Can you at least wait for me?”

So you did, you sat in the passenger seat of his car, patiently waiting for your husband to finish showering.

The two of you browsed the weekend markets, picking up food, and Bucky grabbing some pink and blue posies. It was the best you’ve felt for weeks, walking around with your small bump and your hand in Bucky’s.

Bucky was quickly to accompany you everywhere after that. To the store, for a walk, to see friends, and to buy decorations for your upcoming baby shower. Bucky wasn’t aware of the new trend of announcing boy or girl to everyone. But you were and he’d do it all for you. 

You’d decorated your garden, lots of lights and various items of either blue or pink. Tables stacked with food, drinks, and little snacks. And flowers, everywhere. 

Friends were arriving, and Bucky would stand separate from the crowd in the garden, 

practically hugging the fence, and would watch as people’s smiles would elevate as you spoke with them. 

Their hands placed gently on your bump, arms thrown around you with happiness. There wasn’t another soul in this universe or the next that was better suited to himself than you.  

It came down to the colour of the cake, and you had your wine glasses at the ready, smashing them into the beautifully decorated cake.

Eyes closed, Bucky’s arm was around your waist and he could feel his hand trembling as it held the wine glass full of cake, and he could hear the cheering of your shared loved ones.

After a countdown, your eyes opened to reveal the pale pink sponge. You thought you were doing well to maintain your tears, until you’d looked at Bucky.

He was quick to bring you into him, your baby girl sandwiched between you. Your family beginning with a precious girl. 

“How’re you doing, Buck?” You spoke softly into his shoulder, not quite comprehending it yourself. You could feel your knees weaken at the sound of your family and friends cheering next to you. But it was just you and Bucky in this moment.

“I can’t believe it,” his voice was hoarse, on the edge of breaking, “our baby girl.” 

Through sore backs, fatigue, cravings, heartburn, and sleepless nights, Bucky was there for as much as he could be.

Missions were short, and he’d become unresponsive to friends and colleagues after every mission, to soak up the time left of just you two. And whilst most of the time you were not feeling your best self, you’d enjoy watching Bucky build the furniture, and renovating your spare room into a nursery, watching your dream come to life. 

He looked more ready than you did, you’d often catch him gazing down the baby clothes aisle when grocery shopping, falling asleep clutching his phone with Top 10 baby-safe stuffed animals to buy in his browser. But in all honesty, he was terrified.He had only felt like he belonged once settled down with you, freshly married and house hunting. And now knowing he had his own child to be responsible for, it felt like a lot.

This feeling stayed for the both of you, until you’d woken up at two in the morning in what felt like a puddle and an intense squeezing sensation in your womb. 

You groaned, sounding more like a growl as you pry yourself out of bed and towards your wardrobe. There was no way you were going to the hospital in soaked pajamas.

“Buck,” you breathed, gripping onto the wardrobe door as the sensation passed, “get up. Now.”

“Oh, fuck.” He exclaimed, eyes widened and hair a mess on his head. You’d never seen him move so fast towards you, his hands reaching for your hair and brushing it away from your face.

“Help me change.” You sighed, eyes squeezed shut as another contraction came around. Bucky slid your pajama pants off and replaced them with some sweatpants, and some slippers, before ushering you out of your bedroom.

He’d quickly reached for your phones, and the hospital bag, whilst assisting you with contractions. He felt accomplished when driving to the hospital, seemingly managing this stress well. 

“You got this, doll.” He’d occasionally say to you, keeping you breathing and squeezing his hand. And despite being a super soldier himself, the strength a birthing woman had was another level. 

Getting out of the car and whatever else happened before getting a room was a blur to you, whilst being too focused on the contractions and trying not to throw up. No pain you’d ever been through matched or exceeded this, but it would be worth it in the end. Right?

“Tell me this is worth it.” You whispered, another contraction passing as you rested your head against Bucky’s arm. 

“It will be, our beautiful girl will be worth all of this.” Bucky responded, his fingers combing over your tangled hair. The both of you were tired, timing contractions, and Bucky’s attempt at trying to lighten the room was failing miserably.

And after being told you were only 3cm dilated, you wanted to launch Bucky’s arm at the wall. However, they were allowing you to keep the room as long as there was some progression in the next few hours. 

Bucky had very quickly left the room to grab some granola bars for the both of you, not wanting to miss a minute of this.

And it was a long few hours of waiting, contracting, feeling sick, before you’d fallen asleep. Bucky in the armchair beside you, his hand safely nestled under your neck and grazing the area under your ear.

Fully dilated, active labour in full swing, Bucky giving you words of encouragement and his metal arm to squeeze this time, all whilst you cry and push with all your might. You were exhausted, ready to sleep for a straight week, until you both heard that small cry. 

You looked up at Bucky, tears streaming down both of your faces as a midwife handed you your baby girl. Her bare skin against your own, your trembling hands holding her against you, it was everything you needed.

Bucky just stared at the two of you, tears melting from his waterline and down his cheeks, he could hardly believe the life he was living. He never thought it to be true.

They’d taken your daughter away to clean her up and check on her, leaving the two of you to recover. 

“You did so good, my girl. I’m so proud of you.” He whispered against the skin of your cheek. He was still in total shock, and even when they brought her back in, wrapped up neatly in a white blanket. 

He couldn’t believe this tiny human was his own. And he spent hours just looking at her and her tiny features. He sat on your bedside, one hand brushing your cheek as you slept, and the other gently grazing your daughter’s cheek. 

After a lot of debate over her name for nine months, you’d both agreed you’d settle on a name once she was born. 

And you settled on Lucy. It was simply sweet. 

Bringing Lucy home and seeing dad bucky in full swing was much more fulfilling than you thought. He’d wake up and stay up during the night feeds with you, he’d suggest walks with the stroller around the block to get you all out of the house, and the way he’d carry her. You’d been sent to Heaven and back.

When the two of you would relax on the sofa for the evening, he’d have her on his chest, his right hand rested on her back and he’d just listen to her cooing. More often than not, he’d doze off with her.

But you loved when he’d cradle her when walking around the house, she’d be laying on his arm belly down, and he’d gotten over his fear of hurting her, so he’d walk around casually with her asleep in his arms. 

He’d fully settled into life as a dad, and the pair of you could wait till tea party age. But for now, you were soaking up every minute of your baby. And it wasn’t long until Bucky was begging for another one.

[t-rexdescendant]

[CRACKS KNUCKLES] ITS TIME FORA READ MORE LADS!!!! GRAB A CUPPA, SIT DOWN AND FREE UP YOUR SCHEDULE THERES ALOT OF SHIT TO READ

OKAY LETS START OFF WITH SUE Wetted Stones Unturned: she LOVED her citizens despite all the hell she's been through. She's gone through three massive population shifts over her grand life. Her first city inhabited were all the prison wardens fleeing from the riots within Warden Of Nothing, she was made in a slap dash effort because of that. Wasnt built in too good of a spot ATOP being the 14th iterator made did some shit. But she didnt care, she loved them because she was built FOR them. Most of them were ascension fanatics and as a result the population stayed relatively low. Due to the result of exactly where the bulk of that population came from, the entire place had the EXACT same vibes as a show room expo. The entire place was squeaky clean, if you fucked up it was jover. She didnt care. She still loved them, even if it hurt 'removing' the 'blemished' citizens. The second round of population happened in the years leading up to Twin Stones being built. This was Voidless Seas Setting Suns and his followers. She still loved them with her whole worth. However, Voidless was a fucking idiot who never properly planned the building of his new iterator and thus had to quite literally harvest Sue of varying components, letting her HEAL from said loss and then doing it again. basically turning her into a massive organ donor. This only TANGENTIALLY broke her trust in ancients. And then Voidless stole her puppets motherfucking heart and basically killed her, shattering all trust she had in ancient kind Her third round of population came from the collapse of Looks Upon The Stars, Cascade of Endless Hope and sudden radio silence of Multitude of Endless Points. These people had migrated from Twin Stones when HE collapsed (had had basically build the group as a refuge hub). Sue during that time was basically running on fumes + basically puppet dead. When she was finally fixed up, she was VERY weary of them at first, and all but REFUSED to let anyone near her puppet chamber (within a hundred meters of it infact). This shit lasted untill the mass ascension and beyond. Why beyond i hear you say? well. Sue managed to keep her city alive, population and ALL going even when the world ended. Now dont get me wrong, she didnt force them to stay, they all willingly chose to stay atop her and ignore the MA happening all around them. As a result she loves them beyond all reason. Everything she does is FOR her city. She has done abhorrent things in the name of keeping her city safe. The entire group has done abhorrent things to keep the city safe. And brother, what her city wouldnt DO to keep her alive and well. The city was named Karma for a reason. They're all rough necks, and smell more like oil and fluid more than anything. And they love Sue just as much as she loves them. Not even Gateway could shatter that love, not even Rightful Retribution, Not even Patience Pulled Thin. All three mascaraed her population upon discovery, and yet, they still cling to one another, they rebuilt. Sue isnt just a home to them, she's FAMILY, if something needs to be done, she is asked and if she says no, its not done, even if it will help her. She is family to them all with no questions asked about it, she is their mother, their daughter, their friend. She loves them to the end of the earth.

Tyrant Sings Tales: Tyrant LOVED her citizens once upon a time. LOVED. EMPHASIS ON THAT. Girly was the golden child of Step Before Hell. If you ignored the prototypes in the region, she's the eldest and claims the crown of being the 11th born iterator. Her citizens worshiped her as a deity, THE means of a true and final ascension. She was lavished her entire life, every need she had was met. If she had even so much as a sniffle there was an army of maintenance teams running to her aid. Her puppet chamber had heated FLOORING kind of deal. Things started to grow dire however when her architect started drafting up another iterator, with the plan to use HER as a gestator. Now she didnt care about it, infact she was kinda down FOR it because she did actually want a child. However the problems arose and the divide between her and her population started to grow. Her architect, Heralds Promise Upon Open Flames, basically auctioned the rights to 'marry' her against her will, and Tyrant was VERY lucky that the person that won the bid actually cared about her. This was her first clue into how the ancients actually VIEWED iterators.

The next massive problem came from one of the 'bachelors' that lost the bid. Seven Fish Glinting in Barrels, one of the men responsible for the Iterator Project actually taking off and becoming what its currently known as. He threw a MASSIVE bitch fit over A: not being the soon to be iterators genetic donor B: not being the soon to be iterators main architect and C: basically being barred from what was the CAPITOL CITY of the local region. His solution to all this? orchestrate an entire war, putting not only Tyrant, but her newly built child named Demanding In Moments, their combined citizens, the cities AROUND them, all at risk. The iterator built for all this was Nine Birds Feathered Flaws. The war waged on for AGES, with Tyrant fighting tooth and nail for those under her care. Eventually, her citizens got actually whole ass bored with the war, and drafted up a new iterator named Monster Within Depths. This is where shit hit the fan. Tyrant's trust was completely and UTTERLY broken by that decision, and, for an iterator that was never told NO in her whole entire life. Flipped her shit. During the agreed evacuation cease fire, Tyrant turned her weapons ONTO her own citizens and all but forcefully ascended all of them with voidfluid related weaponry. This entire ordeal forced the shutdown of the ENTIRE Greater region, the sole reason why Tyrant wasnt shut down herself was because no one ALIVE knew how to shut down something THAT OLD. She has remained jaded ever since, and was responsible for hunting down several batches of stray ancients that called her region home after the MA. Her thoughts on Karma are bitter, but thats her sister's city, and who is she to slaughter them all.

Twin Stones: you ever wanted to see a city with such a vast culture and wealth gap it would make you physically sick? Twin Stones is your guy. 24th iterator born, and a fucking DOOZY aswell. Theres an entire thing with him i wont go into detail. Anyway, Twin Stones was the capitol of the entire larger group. His population was MASSIVE, only beaten out by Sue's population at her peak (post MA). Twin Stones entire city could be divided into two parts. The Upper and the Walls. Frankly, he couldnt give two SHITS about the Upper, they were built to be self sustaining, and all but worshiped his brother, Voidless. His citizens viewed him as a gloried alexa kinda deal, he was there to run the shit they didnt want too, existed to make their lives easy. Except. He wasnt even doing THAT. Sure he ran calculations and shit, but the actual running of his structure? That was all owned to the Walls. And all his fucks went to them. He made life hell for the Upper maintenance crews, and did everything in what little power he had for the Walls to make their lives easier. After all, they were the reason why he was even breathing in the first place. Yes he kept things friendly with the Upper, but there was always three sides of him that he kept for the maintenance crews, the wall jockeys and the wire divers of the Walls. He loved them just as much as Sue loved her citizens. Course all this came crashing down when he was forcefully sunk by Boundless Thoughts, Eternal Fractals Spiraling in direct retaliation to Voidless' doctrine breeching the region (and NO ONE wanted a Black Void repeat. Ever)

Nine Birds Feathered Flaws: He's an interesting thing with her relationship with her citizens. Nine, due to the war, never really HAD a population to start with, outside of a small handfull of military motherfuckers dedicated to helping him shoot where. Theres not much to write about her beacause well, you know, WAR basically making it impossible to live atop him, (or inside), and the fact that basically the entire top of her can was a massive weapons array. However, due to being built custom made for a custom made war, he's HIGHLY aggressive, and just. In general would NOT be a good iterator to live atop. BUT Nine had her uses after Tyrant flipped her lid and ended the war in its entirety. Elective Debate (the groups senior), basically called the MA happening before it happened, and also foresaw Sue's city refusing to go down without a fight and said "here's the deal. I keep you alive and running and YOU get to make sure nothing gets into the larger region, deal?". Said deal worked out PERFECTLY untill Gateway busted out

Gone With The Wind: Gowi is also interesting on the account he was purely built as a utility iterator dedicated to maintaining the many custom made communications arrays within the Region. Theres a whole story with him BUT his relationship with those living atop and around him was purely coworker like. He was friendly but not overly so. He was respectable, polite and generally pleasant to be around. Then he bugged out, drew Elective's ire and got thanos snapped for it

Demanding in Moments: ohhhh boy poor DiM. DiM was doomed from the start with veir citizens. Biological child to Tyrant, heir to Removal of Dynasties region, born into a war. DiM like Tyrant had every need of veirs met, probably even MORE so than veir mother. Vey didnt even have to ASK to have super cooled water provided to veri systems. Veir maintenance crews just did that, to make veir life easier. Vey enjoyed being spoiled rotten, between veir citizens and veri mother. Vey were loved, horridly, rottingly so, and it all but primed vem to being never able to ask for legitimate help. This was veir undoing when Glinting ended up forcefully rotten vem out once the war was prematurely ended. Vey lost everyone within an hour due to the rot payload, and unable to ask for help, rotted out fully down to the puppet. All veir life vey viewed veir citizens as family, friends and all the things inbetween. Vey loved to entertain them, help them, do whatever vey could to make their lives easier. If it wasnt for the tradgerdy, veir citizens and city would've also pushed against and survived the MA

Deep Inside Stone Crypts: oh BOY OH BROTHER. DISC has a whacky wild life. But she boiled down to her 'citizens' being basically researchers and scientists. The relationship between all of them was strictly professional... and then she fucking got launched into space and turned into a mini space colony and forced to pivot from being a purely communications driven iterator to keeping around 10k souls ALIVE. And she hated that. But what could she do? She, and they, were in fucking ORBIT, and if her people went, so did alot of her vitals. So she just sucked it up, let them did what they needed to do and kept her nose to the paper.

Twine Wrapped Leaves: Girl was in a similar situation to DISC. Her people were less citizens and more work colleagues. Nothing much to write home about them all, outside the fact that said 'colleagues' basically gave her the green light to do whatever the FUCK she wanted with genetic samples. Im talking the MOTHER of all unethical shit. Everyone took bets, including herself, over if one of her projects would survive gestation. She was the second biggest importer of alcohol, topped only by Karma and Sue. Her maniacal laughter was used as ringtones for ALOT of people.

Ascended By All Means, Next Step To Evolution and Next Step To Light: these three fucks never had a solid population on the account of being built and then launched into fucking space (again). All three were built with the intent to preserve and maintain life outside of the planet, and to run experiments on the cycle and how it would affect life off planet. Nothing to write about the three on that account. Though, Next Step To Evolution carried genetic samples of several ancient species of DNA and as a result can not commit violence against anything that has a heartbeat

Timelost Needle Weaving Fates: LOL. LMAO EVEN. Timelost never really had a solid population to call his own. Like im talking THREE fuckers lived atop him, and those were his architects (it WOULD'VE been four if one wasnt turned into an iterator in retaliation to his construction coughcough DISC). Timelost was build for research, like DISC and Wrapped. He was fully custom made so he ran differntly form every other iterator at that point. Bro was made to break time. UNFORCHIES. He also... freaked is fucking bean two weeks into being activated and literally slaughtered EVERYONE that was atop and around him. One survived, and that was Vault of Glass, Guardian Made Fate. Timelost doesnt really give a shit about ancients as a result. He just finds them funny

Gateway To Oblivion: oh boy. Void Satan himself. Due to the nature of his EVERYTHING, he has no population. Outside of One Whole Entire Ancient, named Looking Past The Veil, Emerald Storms Blessing. Gateway was built as a failsafe in the event Voidless Echoed. MF echoed and hell broke loose. To put a VERY long story short. MF kills Elective, permanently ruins Tyrant's karma, murders MILLIONS of people atop Sue and throws the entire region into chaos. Shit works out in the end but his can is completly uninhabitable to life due to its position over a massive sinkhole that leads to the Void Sea. once everything's said and done and Voidless is removed, he doesnt mind ancients, and will do as much as he can to help them, despite only really being a puppet.

Flowers After Flames: poor Flowers lmao. SO it was built as an entertainment hub. It's puppet chamber was literally a theater. Its puppet is a fucking centaur. It loved to entertain, it was a goofball, it wanted everyones lives atop of it to be filled with fun. Nothing more to write about here. It loved them untill the cliff it was built on physically started to erode from under it, forced the evacuation of its population. It didnt mind that fact, but good LORD did Elective want to beat the SHIT out of its architect for building it on a cliff.

Looks Upon The Stars: oh man. Another ancient turned iterator, yippe yay. His relationship with his citizens was of blood and family. They ALL survived Twin Stones collapsing. He was very VERY protective of all of them, he cared for them, just as much as they cared for him. No one gave a damn about ascension atop that can, or even apart of that group. They survived HELL and by the damn void they were going to LIVE a billion lives before deciding it was time. This man has told multiple high priests to go stuff it, he has PERSONALLY kicked preachers of the void off his can (assuming his citizens didnt egg them themselves)

Multitude of Endless Points: she was the lest population of the three in Abhorrent Imperative, like her brother, she was once ancient turned iterator, and took to that fact the easiest. She was willingly saddled with all the industrial regions, and thus... well. Girls a character for sure. Those that lived atop, around and in her are works of art. Truly. No one there had a filter. Slurs were just normal words to them. Multitude would cycle loop fanatics herself for fun

Cascade of Endless Hope: the youngest of the three, and by far the lest rough around the edges. They had the highest population of the three, and was by far the most habitable to anyone visiting. They were sweet, kind to anyone atop of them, and unlike their siblings, tolerated ascension as the means to an end. Despite their father, Fractals, being the one to sink Twin Stones, they dont blame him for the entire shitshow, considering they were also about to do some DRASTIC shit at the time.

Drown Within Depths: VOID RIGERATOR. Vis' people are dock workers, and that comes with that entire cabin relationship. Drown's people are loud, and so were vis. There was comradeship between all of them, and vis' opinion was always accounted for with every decision made with the rig. Vis was apart of the table, the family, if you talked back to vis, treated vim like anything else BUT a person? Yeah, woe, fish guts be dumped upon ye. IF the MA didnt happen, vis' people would still be around, (some of them still are! Most of the leg workers got glossed over)

Diamond in the Rough: oh boy. ir is a work of art. Not too high a population, ir was a fucking nightmare to live on, not becaues of location, or because of circumstance, or because of mechanical issues or because of anything else. No Rough sucked to live on because ir had the personality of a cactus. yes, ir cared somewhat about ir citizens, and mourned when they were gone. But jfc the disrespect ir had for anyone that wasnt Elective, ir's sibling or Timelost is profound

Opals in the Deep: Rough's less rough twin. Their relationship was solid with their citizens, nothing out of the ordinary. By that the least remarkable out of the entire group. They mourned the loss of them all, then moved on. Instead they spend their time making sure their sibling doesnt ruin ir's relationship with the rest of the group, lmao.

Monsters Within Depths: POOR MONSTERS. Built to be a population hub, much like Sue. Made to be sweet, made to be agreeable, made to be kind. All of that pissed away in an instant by Tyrant slaughtering her soon to be population. She mourned the population she never had, but she doesnt blame Tyrant for it. She understood why she did what she did, even if it hurts. Monster's was then put down as the next of kin in the event Sue became uninhabitable (assuming Ones Song and Dance was unable to house the population)

Kilns Burnt Over: Kilns was built as a transportation hub for the region, linking them to the rest of the continent. He never had a stable population, mostly housing quarantined material and those completing the immigration process. The MA affected him the most on the account he took note of EVERYONE that left the region to ascend. It hurt him like nothing else, knowing how many people were marching towards their inevitable echoing due to the shit that went down in the region. He still houses a gaggle of stray ancients still alive.

Teeth Wrapped Around Throats: lmao poor girl was never finished before the MA came into full swing. She never had a population BUT instead she makes do with taking care of the varying wildlife that calls her can home. She likes to grow fruit for them despite the entire region being in the fucking north poll and never hitting the double digits in the positive in summer. She always makes sure every animal that visits leaves with the mark

and now... Elective Debate: so. To start off, Elective wasnt always Elective, she was once known as Warden of Nothing, THE prototype iterator, THE motherfucker that caught everyones attention. THE bitch that caused the project's funding to skyrocket and for iterators to pave the way to dominating the times after her. Now, once the hype wore off her, Warden was repurposed into a fucking prison colony. And, like her name, treated them exactly for what they were, heretics, scammers, the scum of the earth. If it wasnt a petty crime, you went to HER. She worked her prisoners to death, never gave a shit if the bred within her. She took IMMENSE glee in punishing those sentenced to live in her walls and island. She never gave two shits about their well being, she hardly gave a shit about her WARDENS either. Living within her was hell. ACTUAL HELL. The larger regions name, Step Before Hell, was conceived because of her actions. She was a NIGHTMARE for live within. Eventually, tensions boiled over, with the iterator project in full swing and other more 'habitable ' iterators being made at that point, the children of the original convicts ended up throwing an entire riot, forcing many of the prison wardens and the watch guard to flee, resulting in the construction of Sue. Course this was literal ants vs a fucking GOD. As in, Warden was the GROUND below them. The SOLE reason why they succeeded in overthrowing her was because of Ten Bricks of Colour, Eight Pillars of Stone, her ARCHITECT, growing tired of Warden literally pulling the arms and legs off 'ants'. He helped orchestrate a small group of people to go into her chamber, shut her down, and then write her (while still alive mind you). They succeeded and Warden was overwritten with Elective Debate, the crowned mother of Step Before Hell

Elective was Warden's polar opposite. Caring, loving, willing to do anything and more to keep everyone alive. Her love, her ruthlessness carried over to Sue and Tyrant, physically drilling TO them underground to hook them up to her systems fully (Tyrant had some gestation issues early on, and was partially hooked up to Warden in order to survive). Their citizens became her citizens. Then the rest of the group was build, all of them hooked up to her, thus, becoming the massive behemoth she is today. Including Gateway. Now, Elective wasnt always a saint. The shit she had to do during the peak of the MA to keep Sue's city safe, her CHILDREN safe, was immense. The amount of echos in the region can almost always be linked back to her, assuming they're not apart of the Fractals Echo Swarm. This is evident with her exiling Voidless from her island, resulting in Sue's downfall, because if Voidless had his way, he would've bled her people dry due to his Black Void related experiments. She beats herself over that fact, despite being unable to do anything more about it. She loved the region, and the region loved her back, to the point where she has defied void related deaths nine times. The amount of effort it took to constantly repair her, maintain her, was immense, so many parts of her are just so unfathomably ancient, even the organics are fickle to work with because of her age. And yet, everyone put in the effort and more for her. Because she was the one keeping them all alive on so many fronts. She did everything and more for all of them. And eventually, that was her doom

AND THAT CONCLUDES STEP BEFORE HELL! I HAVE SEVERAL OTHER REGIONS, GROUPS, LARGER GROUPS, SOLO ITERATORS AND MORE TO DIVE INTO BUT GOOD LORD THIS IS ALREADY LONG ENOUGH

i wish i got to hear more about the dynamics iterators had with their cities as a whole because i think its one of those things that occasionally gets glazed over in favor of iterator social dynamics post-mass ascension. for this reason i am upgrading glass arena from civil unrest to civil war! anyways... tell me about your iterator/city populace dynamics 👀?

[corvidaerook]

I'm trying to piece together my Rook's age + Viago's age + when Viago took him in + where Eight Little Talons fits in and man none of these numbers play nice with each other at all.

[jackass-jones]

Posts about bpd need to stop being so damn relatable to me 🤨

[bravewolfvesperia]

/ i will be completely honest, the biggest crime of the vesperia dub really is the almost total removal of yuri being so childish and pouty.

[theskyexists]

remember rewatching the part in strikers a couple years ago in which nanoha goes to save vivio, her adopted daughter, who is a girl of FIVE forced to become a magical super weapon no longer in control of her body and nanoha has to beam her so incredibly powerfully that nanoha becomes permanently disabled to a small degree and nanoha KNEW of that risk (could easily have been worse) and i was literally CRYING even with completely forgotten context because SOMEHOW this is just this series’ specialty where the most emotional moment is when Nanoha pulls it ALL OUT to stop somebody and in doing so saving them andhere it is extra powerful because vivio is calling out for nanoha to save her and nanoha can only do that by hurting her

SHES FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[rook2ii]

dude, why does accidentally messing up on RYM feel scarier that accidentally messing up on MusicBrainz :[

[unholyeverything]

I just realised tomorrow marks the 7ths week of me being sick and feeling like garbage lol It's some ups and downs but generally it's been a while since I've been healthy and none knows whats up which is nice.

[marzipanandminutiae]

could the beach painting not be intended as a somewhat ~racy~ depiction (see: the topless woman), hence the short/tight clothes?

oh it 1000% is

that is his Fantasy Version of Combinations, I'm convinced

it's like that one artist nobody now realizes loved to depict women half-dressed, because corset-covers look like tank tops to us and petticoats look like normal (even old-fashioned and concealing!) skirts. what was that guy's name? with all the blue silk?

...TOULMOUCHE

this woman is showing her underwear. a glimpse of petticoat might be fine, but Skirt Hiking To Reveal A Huge Amount? nope. that is a sexy painting.

Lounging About With My Bodice Inexplicably Open is a popular Toulmouche theme. the white "tank top" is also underwear. note the half-up hair- that is also sexy!

damnit, Toulmouche why is this lady sexy? there's a kid in the painting! have some decency! but no, Mama is praying with her child while inexplicably having removed specifically her bodice but not her skirt. nor has she just changed into nightclothes before putting the kiddo to bed like a normal person. also that is clearly her chemise and her skirt would not close over it without her corset on; the fat distribution would be all different.

this one is just gay. Mlle. Red is clearly into Mlle. Nightwear/Lingerie and her sexy 1880s pixie cut (I think? either that or her hair is blending REALLY well with the shadows). I'm here for it

"this letter is so distressing that I had to stop midway through getting dressed and put on my Bolero of Sadness. and lounge seductively against the screen. sad-ductively, I mean"

Get dressed to the point of putting bodice on

do not put bodice on

don Tiny Vest

pin roses to corset cover that would 100% negate purpose of corset cover if actually attached to it

???

Toulmouche(TM)

Once again, that's not even her corset-cover. It's the top part of her combinations. how is her skirt fitting without the corset it was fitted on top of? Seamstresses Hate Local Painter Of Specific Fetish For This One Weird Fitting Trick!

(also, "you wanted to paint a woman in this one very particular unlikely undress state you find hot, but you painted her making out with a mirror and called it Vanity etc." there's actually a version of this called Vanity, and she's fully dressed. this one is The Mirror.)

I've got nothing. Extremely obvious late Victorian undergarment on top normal late Victorian skirt on bottom, fucking Renaissance Revival pearl-encrusted sleeves. Why not. Why, indeed, the fuck not.

WHAT IS WITH THE LITTLE VEST

[nikkento-writes]

Babysitter - Part 1

Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink

Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.

Author’s Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.

You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. It’s been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.

It’s the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth. 

Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. “What the fuck do you want?” 

You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, “I’m the babysitter.”

He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. “Babysitter?”

Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. “I’m so sorry I’m late!” She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. “We spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, I’m so sorry.”

You smile at her. “It’s okay.”

She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. “Toji, where is Megumi?”

He scratches his head. “Huh?”

“Megumi. Our child.”

He sighs. “Right. Uh, I’ll go get him.” 

While he’s gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. “That’s Toji, my husband and Megumi’s father. Unfortunately, he’s a complete deadbeat. That’s why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while I’m gone during the day.”

She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. “I have no one. I’ve been shunned by my family, my husband doesn’t give a shit about ours, and I’m all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but I’m desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.”

She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, it’s a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing it’s temporary doesn’t make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Relief washes over her. “Oh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Let’s go inside and I can give you a tour.” She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. “Oh, and one more thing.”

“Sure.”

“Toji is home most of the day, but he’s always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.”

“Huh?!” 

She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. “Yeah. I told you, he’s good for nothing.”

You don’t respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like you’ll be babysitting two children…

~~~

The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; he’s almost two-years-old with hair as black as his father’s. While he never really smiles, he doesn’t cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. He’s self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until it’s time to eat. Overall, he’s easy. 

Toji, on the other hand, is another story. 

You follow his wife’s instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasn’t toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasn’t enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. He’s never even uttered a simple thank you. 

But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, he’s shirtless, dripping with sweat. You’ve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesn’t prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. You’re ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesn’t hurt to look, right?

On the third week, there’s a shift in energy between you two. When he isn’t working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, he’s usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas. 

When he catches you, Toji glares. “What?”

“Um, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.” You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby. 

He rolls his eyes. “This is my house. I can do whatever I want.”

“Yes, of course. Sir.”

For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. “That’s right. I’m in charge here.”

You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. He’s intense, that’s for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence. 

Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. “Damn kid, he’s hungry all the fucking time.”

You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. “You shouldn’t curse in front of children.”

He faces you, chuckling. “Curse? Seriously? What are you, five?”

You cross your arms, answering, “I’m twenty-one.”

“Interesting.” There’s that naughty smirk again, as if he’s thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, you’re not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, “Come by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. That’s an order.”

~~~

This is bad. Very, very bad. 

You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you aren’t, because you’re currently getting railed by your employer’s husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.

“Fuck, this pussy is tight,” he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. You’re bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. He’s got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. It’s a fucking mess, but it doesn’t matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until you’re seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.

“God, you’re squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?”

You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. “Fucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?”

His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. You’ve lost count on how many orgasms you’ve had in this short amount of time. 

After your climax, he doesn’t pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. You’ve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with. 

He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. “I’m gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?” He’s crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho. 

“Fuck yes, I want that,” you moan. “Give it to me, daddy. Breed me.” 

And apparently, so are you. 

“Oh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,” he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.”

He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesn’t stop until he’s fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.

Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumi’s whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that he’s awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job. 

~~~

You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that you’re working. 

The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumi’s mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much for all your help. I’ve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so we’ll be fine.” 

“It was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,” you clarify, avoiding Toji’s gaze as he watches from the kitchen. 

“Seriously. You’re a good person. I hope you know that.” She smiles, truly grateful. “And thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.”

As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking. 

[nanahachi3]

Pretty Obsession | Jungwon

Synopsis : where the most insecure girl in the school ends up on the bed of the sunshine boy of the school but the twist is that he has secret behind his cute smile.

Warning: smut, suggestive, insecure reader, foul language, body worshipping, pet names, cumming inside, breeding kink, pregnancy mentioned, baby trapping, obsession, obsessed jungwon, dark

This was wrong. 

Damn it. 

You were not supposed to get kissed by him. 

It's the 3rd of December; he should be with her and not you. 

But here you were, wrapping your legs around his waist as he hovered on top of you. 

You didn’t even feel half as pretty as she was. 

Yet, he was still here with you, kissing your dry lips while hers were plump and pink. 

She was an angel, and you felt like a nymph in comparison. 

He held your wrist, leaving some marks as he kissed you, making you feel electric with a knot forming in your stomach.

Your eyes were close to tears as he slowly lifted your sweater that belonged to him.

You felt insecure about your own body. It was not clear like hers. It was filled with marks and scars. Your acne face felt pale in comparison to her angelic face.

He kissed every inch of your skin. You didn't know what was going on inside his mind as he continued to kiss the small spots of your body, exploring every inch of it.

Your face had strawberry pimples that he called pretty and lovely, adoring your cheeks. There were some marks of the pimple popping that you popped during your teenage years.

Jungwon still kissed those cheeks. You could not believe that since he used to hang out with girls who had clear skin and pretty lips while yours were dry and crappy, not pink, a bit dark brown.

This bed was warm, his fluffy hair covered his forehead as he pressed kisses onto your lips. The kiss was slow And not a rough kiss. It started with a slow touch that he left on your thighs, and then he started removing your pants, and they were lying on the cold floor as he hovered above you and kissed your lips, capturing your tongue and playing with it.

“Jungwon, ahh”, you cried out as his Hardness was pressed against your entrance which was wet from the kisses he left before taking you here. He played with your cunt with his pretty fingers moving in and out.

Making you cum countless times, he also left soft kisses on your inner thighs, praising you and leaving soft remarks, and his actions and words worshipped your thick thighs.

‘Stay still baby girl let me stretch you out before I get inside of you” 

You tried to cover your breasts as He finally clasped your lacy bra putting it away. You were a little shy about your skin to him. What if he doesn't like it?

What If it's a one-time thing? You have fucked other guys before, but you don't like to show your upper body of yours to them because of the insecurities you had about your breasts. They were small.

Your body was strange; your waist was skinny, your thighs were thick, and there were Scars on the,m, and your face had ac,ne, but your eyes were like do,lls, all big and beautiful, your natural eyelashes were lo, anger, and your eyebrows were also thick.

He removed your hand from your breasts and grabbed them “Beautiful princess, you are so pretty. I don't understand why you cover yourself”, he whispered as his doe eyes were fascinated by your breasts. He placed kisses on them before taking each of them and playing with them.

Jungwon took his sweet time with your nipples and played with each of them and even pinched them, making you cum a bit. He was like this, all ruthless and gentle when it came to sex.

“It hurts” 

“Baby, just a bit. Wait, let me worship these pretty babies. They are mine, right?” He sucked onto your nipple. It's been 10 minutes. He hasn't left your boobs. He has been playing with Them.

“What if you get pregnant and these boobs won't be mine baby our child will take them away hmm let me eat them hmm Mommy” 

His words made your chest hurt.

He should not use these sweet little words if he doesn't mean it.

After a nasty sound that he made out of his lips as he finished sucking on your boobs, he left so many marks on you, claiming them as yours.

“Mine, they are mine, right?” he smirked and gave you a weird smile that was odd. It wasn't his usual smile. It was like a smile that held so many secrets behind it.

A smile that was so interesting that you haven't seen on his face.

He groaned as he kept his legs onto his shoulders, covering everything. He fisted his hardened dick and slowly entered inside you.

He started moving inside, and he found your walls being adjusted to his thick and long dick. Your moans were desperate, telling a story that you were attracted to him, and he was the only guy who made you feel so good.

“Baby, am I good, or am I moving a bit fast?” He asked as he kissed your lips your eyes were spilling the tears because of the pain you felt from his thrusts.

They were rough yet gentle in their way.

Your hair was a moist mess because of all the work you guys have been doing. It was a gentle lovemaking and not a random sex you had with someone.

It was a gentle soul that his body was not touching you, but his soul was, and your Eyes were moved upwards as he was deep inside you, moving so fast.

That you have lost track of time now.

His hands were not resting in one place. They were roaming here and there up to your stomach, placing kisses on it and then your breasts as his dick was doing the work, moving rough, building the pressure inside you, and making you feel close.

“Damn princess, you squeeze me So good I don't know why you hide your body when this is art. You are a beauty that should not be hidden, angel. Listen to me; this is art” he pointed at your skin And kissed it, placing small kisses everywhere as he lay inside you.

You could feel yourself it was close “Art should make you feel something and you make me feel something every time I see you” 

Jungwon whispered against your ears and he stopped moving and collapsed on top of you.

Your pussy was cockwarming his hardened dick. How couldn't he move, but then suddenly you felt the warm liquid inside you?

Your eyes widened he let out a soft shy chuckle “Sorry baby I leaked myself inside you it feels like you and I are now tied up for  life” 

He pulls out, and you let out a gasp as his big length moves out from your walls. He hurriedly stretches out your hole and sees his liquid dripping inside you, and there is a smile on. His face looked proud of his work.

He took out his phone and recorded your cunt throbbing and the way it was filled with his seeds telling you that you are his now.

“Mine hmm baby, sorry baby, but I can't let anyone take you away from me now I have recorded this video, and now you are mine. I am obsessed with you, and I can't let anyone take you away from me. I love You whole of you” he whispered as he kissed your lips.

You didn't have the energy to say anything as you still could not process as you were now locked with him and he almost knocked you up.

Will you get pregnant from this?

Your breath was getting heavy.

You thought that you liked jungwon, but it was the other way around. The sunshine president of the class was obsessed with you.

But why does this sound wrong?

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi there I hope your doing alright and i hope all your haters stub their pinkie toe for the rest of the year!

Can i get a high elf a real sophisticated kinda snobby man being obsessed over his fem human readers soft frame in a sort of primal way?

Sexy time with the fancy man please!

A/N: I really liked this concept, maybe I’ll do a part 2 if peope want it!

It wasn’t often that people like him entered your bakery.

Elves in the area were known for being pretty snobby, refusing food touched by human hands even if they were starving.

So to say that you were surprised when a noble elf walked into your bakery and stood in front of your counter was an understatement.

“H-hello, how can I help you? All of the baked goods here are freshly made with ingredients sourced f-“

He cut you off his a wave of his hand, staring at you for a moment before speaking.

“… I’ll take all of it.”

You were so confused… an elf of his status was biting into one of your pastries, staring at you as he sat at one of the small tables in your bakery. It was an unusual sight… and it was scaring off your regulars.

This happened weekly for a few months. The elf would walk in, but all of your goods, the eat a few before leaving.

It made you a lot of money and helped you gain notoriety within wealthy human circles, but it still unnerved you.

What reason did he have for being there? As a child, you had always been warned to not mingle with elves too much.

They lived much longer lives, so they didn’t see human life as something that should be cherished since humans died within a century of being born.

But… you didn’t think this elf was out to harm you. He payed for your goods like any other customer would and never bothered you besides staring… so what was the harm in letting this continue?

Well you would find out one evening when he arrived later than usual, his eyes scanning your form in an almost hungry way.

You were just about to close up shop, but let him in hoping to sell your remaining pastries. Once he was inside, you switched over the open sign to close.

It seemed to please him that he had some sort of special privilege, allowed to stay when others wouldn’t be able to.

“Good evening, my dear. Usually I would be buying your lovely pastries… but I’m here for… something different today.”

Before you could ask what he wanted, the elf was already walking behind the counter and getting in your personal space. He removed the glove from his hand, gently caressing your chubby cheek.

“I’ve never felt the urge to… touch a human woman before. But… you certainly have brought out a different side of me.”

His touch was gentle, as if he were caressing the face of a goddess he had come to worship. You could feel your cheeks getting warm from the praise, not sued to being ass as something tantalizing and tempting to someone as beautiful as him.

“Y-your words are very kind, sir… b-but my shop is closing soon,” you answered shyly, looking away from his intense gaze.

“Oh, my little cherub… shh, this shop of yours is open just for me, is it not? You could have locked the doors and shooed me away, yet I am here.”

Before you could process it, you were being lifted up onto the counter, your dress slid up by his lithe hands so he could gaze at your plump thighs.

“So soft, gods what a beauty…”

It was kind of cute, the way his elf ears twitched as he looked at your body in awe, as if he had never seen a woman like you before.

His cheeks were red, his eyes hazy as he growled lowly before leaning forward to inhale your scent. His body shook with need, and with a strength you didn’t think the lithe man had, he pinned you down and rutted against you.

You could feel his hard cock pushing into your clothes pussy, as if trying to fuck you through you panties. His need for you was primal, animalistic, he was almost drooling.

Before he could rip off your underwear and take you there, he bit down on his lip, his fingertips nearly bruising your hips as he tried to calm himself.

“My apologies, love… it’s just so hard to… control myself when I’m around you…”

He kissed along your neck, biting down on a sensitive spot, causing you to whine out in surprise.

“Shh, my darling… come. Let us retire to my home. We have… much to discuss.”

Part 2?

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[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: bff'sbrother!jungkook, softdom!jungkook, enemies2lovers-ish, he's a lil annoying in this, angst, mentions of rejection, one-sided crush, afab reader, smut, fingering, dry humping, penetrative sex, overstimulation (kinda), etc.

wc: 4076

a/n: another jk fic bc im taking time off work and have nothing to do</3 this went longer than anticipated lol sorry

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"what are you doing here?", grumbled the man as soon as he opened the door and spotted you on the other side of it.

"can you get out of the way? i'm obviously here for minji."

"she doesn't get here til tomorrow," he responded, though still moving out of the way to let you in.

you were about to snark at him again when he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening when they made contact with the suitcases you were struggling to drag behind you, "why are you carrying suitcases? fuck, don't tell me you're staying here," he grabbed onto one, stopping your movements.

"yes, jungkook. minji told me i could crash here for spring break. what's it to you? your house is big enough. just ignore my presence," you attempted to move your suitcases again, knowing you'd receive no help from the boy even if you asked.

"so you're here to ruin my break?" the complaints were never ending despite having entered the home only mere moments ago.

"stop being a child and get out of my way," you grumbled when the idiot refused to remove his hand from the handle of your suitcase.

he let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his eyes closed in annoyance before speaking again, "okay, move. i'll bring your shit upstairs."

"no, i can-"

"you can't carry all this upstairs. my mom's gonna be mad if i don't offer to help you. just let go," he muttered, pushing your hands away and somehow lifting both suitcases at once as he walked towards the stairs.

without any energy to argue with him, you just followed him upstairs, annoyed he insisted to pretend to do you a favor.

"are your parents home?", you asked, confused as to why he had been the one to open the door.

"no, they went out of town this weekend. they should be here tonight."

"why are you here?"

you knew this was his home, but it was a valid question. this had been the third time you'd spent some sort of school break at minji's house, yet jungkook had never been there during the duration of it, usually only popping up for a day or two by the end of each break.

"you mean in my house?", he chuckled sarcastically.

"you're never here- you know what i meant."

"didn't have any plans this time. why? am i ruining your break?"

the two of you finally made it to the extra guest room in minji's house, with jungkook settling your stuff on the bed and uncharacteristically taking a seat on it, as if planning to hang around. you ignored the thought and went to open your suitcase, planning to unpack a few of the things since you'd be staying for over a week.

"yeah," you deadpanned.

he scoffed, "not like i wanna spend my break with you either, princess."

groaning, you threw a folded shirt at him, "ew, i told you not to call me that."

seemingly pleased at having annoyed you, he chuckled and picked up the shirt you threw, folding it and placing it on the bed. he continued to occasionally grab one thing or another as you unpacked. you always knew jungkook to be quite fidgety, so you didn't question him grabbing your stuff to entertain himself as you unpacked.

jungkook wordlessly stayed on your bed as you went around the room organizing your stuff, attempting to ignore his presence but not entirely able to. you were willing to retain peace without complaining, but then he started making noise.

you usually didn't care for his presence too much, even as badly as the two of you got along, but the constant humming quickly got on your nerves. he hummed and hummed and did not stop even as ten minutes passed by, still taking stuff from your suitcase to fidget with. currently he was entertaining himself with a random shoe.

"jungkook! why are you still here?", you suddenly snapped, confused as to why he'd been sitting on your bed with a blank look on his face despite usually being liberal in expressing his dislike for you.

he looked at you for a few moments, no emotion on his face before speaking up.

"why don't we get along?"

"what?"

"you heard me. why don't we get along? you've been friends with my sister since childhood, but you've always hated me. why?"

"you started it," you murmured, taking the shoe he currently had in his hold and turning around to place it somewhere else.

he got up, walking over to you and turning you around by your shoulders and taking the shoe from you again, "i started it? what are you talking about? you've been rude to me since the seventh grade. i've just been returning the favor."

sighing in frustration, you grabbed shook his hands off your shoulders and stubbornly grabbed the shoe again, "why do you think that is, jungkook?"

a confused look overtook his face at your insinuation of your relationship being his fault, clearly not remembering what you were referring to.

"wha-what are you talking about?"

"god, you're such a dumbass sometimes. i mean, i assumed you didn't remember, but to have confirmation of it just kinda sucks," you chuckled bitterly.

he grabbed onto your shoulders again when you tried to walk past him, "tell me what you're talking about," he insisted.

for the most part, you didn't want to. you still felt embarrassed thinking about it, even if it had been over a decade since it had happened. to know he really didn't remember the source of your dislike for him also didn't really help matters. it just frustrated you at his presence even more.

through the years you had learned not to take the mutual banter too seriously. it was mostly lighthearted, to be honest. but any time you thought back to how it had started, you became beyond angry at the boy who was seemingly nice too all those he knew but you. sure, you had technically been the one to source this animosity, but he bad been the instigator of it after all.

you had been nine years old at the time, having recently moved into town and befriended minji. she had been your salvation, becoming instantly interested in being your friend despite you being brand new. you became quick friends, hanging out inside and outside school almost every day.

minji had the good fortune of being extremely close to her family, which allowed you to bond with them quite a lot. that was when you met her older brother, one of her favorite people in the world.

jungkook had been pure perfection in your young eyes, seeing him as unattainable at the young age of nine. he was two years your senior, which made you come to the quick realization that your crush would remain one-sided forever. except this didn't stop your naive heart to read into his nice demeanor and wishfully believe that maybe he'd like you back.

you crushed on him silently for three years, even coming to befriend him in the process. you wouldn't see him too often, but it was always nice when you did, always getting along quite well. this continued up until you hit twelve years of age, your tweenhood years. unfortunately, jungkook was now into his teens, meaning that he followed the footprints of every other man and had a short-lived phase where he was a bit insensitive to girls his age.

being completely delusional and being on your way to graduate middle school, you took a leap, deciding to invite jungkook as your date to your middle school prom. you had thought you read all the signs right, thinking that even if he rejected you, he'd still be nice enough to go with you as a friend. your hopes were completely crushed when he turned you down with zero hesitance, even patronizing you in the process.

the worst part of it all came later, when you were first entering high school. somehow a few of his friends had gotten word of the situation, dubbing you as desperate and obsessed with him. although the rumors died pretty quickly, and you were able to feign indifference to jungkook and everyone else, the seed of hate began to grow in you. little by little, you stopped speaking to jungkook altogether, eventually coming to proudly dislike him. despite minji's constant questioning about your change in demeanor towards her brother, you never told, not wanting any drift to be caused between you and minji, nor her and her brother.

the gradual change in your feelings for jungkook had been so natural that it made sense for him to not remember the source of the current state of your relationship. he had caught on naturally, simply bantering back with you whenever you gave him attitude. it was likely that he believed it all to be lighthearted at first, eventually becoming accustomed enough to it to not question it.

and now you were here, having to explain a stupid childhood heartbreak to the perpetrator of it all as he stared down at you in absolute wonder.

"eighth grade, jungkook. remember?"

he shook his head in confusion, his eyes still wide as his brain wracked itself to remember.

"the dance?"

"the dance? what dan- oh! the- the dance? that's it?"

'that's it'?

he mustve caught the look of annoyance in your face, as he quickly went to retract himself.

"fuck, wait. i didn't mean it like that, just- is that why you hate me? because i said no to you?"

you took a step away from him again, still frustrated, but his arms remained on your shoulders so you would keep looking right at him. it was awkward and extremely uncomfortable considering the context, but you didn't move away.

"it wasn't just that, jungkook," you started, "was it that horrible of a thought to go to the dance with me? i was twelve, you couldve been nicer about it. and to tell your friends about it? i was mocked for weeks after that. and now you wanna act like this is my fault? like ive just been mean to you for no reason?", you scoffed, looking at your feet in favor of not having to look at him.

"wait, who ... who made fun of you? i- i never told anyone what happened. why would i do that?"

"jungkook, stop. taehyung? jimin? they wouldn't stop bringing it up for weeks. it died down after a while, but i was already humiliated."

he shook his head and denial, seemingly at himself. finally letting go of you, he sat back on the bed, look of confusion still on his face before a lightbulb metaphorically manifested itself above his head.

"oh fuck," he muttered, "i- i remember now, but it didn't go down the way you think, okay? let me explain."

you crossed your arms and nodded, signaling for him to continue.

he uncrossed his arms, running them through his hair in a frustrated fashion before he began to explain, oddly passionate as he did so, "i told them right after it happened. i felt so bad for saying no to you, they noticed how down i was about it and asked. i swear i didnt say anything bad. fuck, i never knew they teased you about it, im so sorry," he rambled, "and i didnt- i didnt mean to make you feel bad when i said no. you're my sister's best friend and- and you were so young. i know it doesnt matter anymore, but saying yes felt wrong. it felt like id be taking advantage of you somehow."

"jungkook-"

"if it makes you feel better," he hesitated before continuing, "i, uh, i kinda had a crush on you when we were 17. i- i was going to ask you to my prom, but you picked a fight with me that day and told me to get the fuck out. thats, that's kinda when i started to hate you back," he smiled awkwardly towards the end.

that took you for a bit of a loop. you weren't a heartless asshole. it wasnt like you meant to hurt him through your dislike of him, but rather protect yourself from further rejection. it made you feel bad to know that you'd somewhat done a similar thing to him at some point, even verbally berating him time after time when his intentions hadn't been malicious.

"are you serious?"

"do you really hate me? for what i did, i mean," he interrupted.

did you? for the most part, you had just grown far too used to your animosity with jungkook. due to your own mean behavior towards him, he became equally as rude, creating a vicious cycle of disrespect between the two of you. but did you hate him?

the answer was probably not.

if you did, your heart wouldn't have jumped at the mention of him having had a crush on you back when you were seventeen.

"no, i don't hate you. do you?"

he turned to you, shaking his head, "of course not," he confirmed, "do you wanna start over?", he asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

you couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden proposal. you also couldnt help in nodding in agreement, confirming that yes, you'd be willing to put aside a petty middle school misunderstanding in favor of starting over.

then he opened his arms, gesturing for a hug before asking for permission for one, "hug?"

wordlessly, you accepted the offer of a friendly hug, reasoning that it was only natural considering how touchy he was with everyone other than yourself.

when you went to pull away, his arms tightened around you, head burying itself further into your hair, "just a little longer," he murmured.

with no reason to deny him, you wrapped your arms around him once more, only letting go when he started to slowly pull away.

that's when you made the mistake of looking up at him as he attempted to make himself let go of you.

seemingly, he had made the same mistake, now locking eyes with you at a proximity far too close for two people who hated each other just mere minutes ago. stupidly enough, your eyes predictably went down to his lips, not realizing his own had done the same. the only difference was that he was far more daring than you, allowing his lips to lower down onto yours and envelop them in a soft kiss.

greedy hands dug into your hips before making their way to your waist, holding you as close to him as he could. your own hands wrapped around his shoulders, moving to play with his hair as soon as the kiss turned more heated.

moaning against him, he pulled away for a second, still keeping his lips entirely too close to your own as he breathed through his nose to calm himself down. the following kiss was even more harrowing, causing you to take a step back due to the sheer force of it. he walked you back, pressing you up against the nearest wall as he took advantage of being able to crowd you, allowing his hands to get a feel of your body as you kissed.

despite how pathetically you followed his lips, he still pulled away, throwing his shirt off before going back to kissing you, letting his hands wander underneath your own shirt as he did so. his hands dug deep under your shirt, feeling up your bare breasts and groaning at the lack of bra.

gradually, his lips made their way to your ear and then down your neck, murmuring against your skin.

"fuck, so fucking pretty ... and so needy for me, huh? sound so good moaning for me like that," he breathed against you.

you burned up, embarrassed by how easily he had an effect on you, but you still let him do whatever he wanted, knowing that nothing you did would prevent your body from wanting his touch.

throwing off your shirt, his lips trailed down even further south, latching onto your nipples and groaning into your skin at the way you arched your body, pressing up even closer to him.

but suddenly there was a shift.

jungkook halted his movements, making his way back up to your lips and locking them with his own in a heavy and greedy kiss, resulting in a lack of breath from both of you. against your lips, he whispered something that made your knees buckle.

"i'm gonna pay you back for all those times you were mean to me, baby," his lips moved to your ear, chuckling at your anticipatory shudder, "gonna do whatever i want with this pretty body, yeah?"

nodding pathetically, you gave way for him to do anything he wanted. already drenched, there was no way you could possibly formulate any words that didn't come out as an embarrassing whine. he seemed to enjoy this too, holding a pleased smirk in his face as he easily dragged you over to the bed, pushing off your suitcase and dropping you on it with a bounce.

before you could even think, jungkook had already thrown off his shoes and undone his pants, his hands coming to do the same to you. your shaky hands attempted to help him, but he simply tsk'd at you, letting you know that he'd take care of everything tonight. everything, he emphasized.

"oh, fuck," he groaned once you were fully nude, "this is all mine now, yeah? fuck, been waiting for years for you to stop being a brat and let me have this pretty body all to myself," he kissed your lips between each sentence, "might lose control at how gorgeous and mine it is ..." he murmured as his hands took their rightful place exploring your body.

"kook-" you whined, already wanting him to do something – anything.

"shh, baby," he coo'd, "i'm gonna do whatever i want. and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay? gonna behave for me for once."

fully crawling on top of you, jungkook went back to making out with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began humping against your already soaked cunt.

groaning, he pulled away for a second in favor of nibbling softly at your lip, "oh, this pretty pussy's so fucking soaked already ... thought you hated me, baby, what happened?" he chuckled darkly, giving you no room to answer before shoving his tongue in your mouth.

just as his tongue attempted to suck all air out of you, his hand suddenly snuck between your bodies, finding your cunt with ease and beginning to drag his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you want you needed.

"pretty fucking pussy," he murmured, "gonna play with your clit now, baby. it's gonna cry for me by the time im done."

his fingers found your clit almost immediately, taking turns in rubbing teasing circles over it and hammering in and out of your cunt. he swallowed every single moan, groaning against your lips any time your cries went so high they went straight to his cock.

"that good, pretty? so good that you have to cry for more? oh, baby. you're so lucky this pussy's so fucking cute. lucky i cant control myself around you ..."

"f-faster, please ..."

"faster? oh, like this?", his fingers slowed down drastically, barely stimulating you at all as you cried and clawed at his back, whining for more than he seemed willing to give you.

"n-no! please, just- just wanna cum, kookie. please?"

his fingers curled entirely too well at your cry of his nickname, even making him groan when he felt your own reaction to his fingers. it was clear he liked you crying out for him, so the more you did it, the more of his fingers he gave you, leading you to the verge of an orgasm.

afraid he'd try and deny you just for sadistic means, you cried for him prematurely, begging him to let you cum.

"kookie, p-please, please let me cum, i-i'll do anything. i'll give you anything, just, fuck, please!"

there was not a single care in you about how pathetic and out of character you sounded, not when jungkook's wasnt faring any better at the effect your desperation had on him.

"cum. cum for me, baby. wanna feel that cunt cream around my fingers so i can fill it back up with my own, okay? be good for me and- fuck, and cum ..." as much as he wanted to be in charge and show a dominant side to him, your cunt just kept dragging his fingers back in, making him feel a carnal need to steal your orgasm all for himself and many others after this one.

your hand wrapped around his free wrist, needing it as support as an otherworldly orgasm took over you. back arching and eyes rolling back, you became a sight that jungkook had only ever seen in his most depraved of dreams about you. he was surprised at his cock not bursting upon such an arousing view, making him realize that he needed to fuck you as soon as posible before losing his mind.

despite talking you through your orgasm, jungkook still gave you no time to recover before shoving his tongue in your mouth and grabbing his dick to drag up and down your sensitive folds.

crying against him, you attempted to push him away at first, feeling too sensitive for immediate stimulation, but your body gave up quickly after, melting into the overload of pleasure. tears crowded in your eyes, but your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, needing more of that pressure against your cunt.

taking the hint and far too horny to drag this out any longer, he pushed inside you, groaning against you at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your warmth.

"it's so fucking wet ... oh, fuck. you wanted this so bad, didnt you, baby? fucking soaked and just pulling me in ... it's so- so tight n warm n perfect for me," he babbled, lost in pleasure.

jungkook's hips were restless against yours, an insatiable desire to chase for his pleasure taking over him as the sound of skin slapping made him dizzy. the occasional babble accompanied by a pitiful hiccup that came out of you did not help his situation, making him fear that he might cum before you.

"let- let me just get my finger there- yeah, fuck. just gonna rub that tiny little clit, okay? shit, you just tightened around my cock so fucking good ..." he groaned, thumb circling your clit to accelerate your orgasm.

"g-gonna, fuck, gonna cum ... p-please ... with me? cum with me?" you begged, barely able to get a single coherent word out while jungkook showed no mercy against you.

nodding, he kissed you, promising he'd cum – begging you to cum. counting you down, he whispered against your ear while his hips stuttered messily against your own, now completely overtaken by both yours and his orgasm.

the sounds shared between the two of you were nothing short of shameful, consisting of whines and cries filled with desperation. it was a depraved scene only meant for the two of you to enjoy.

pulling out of you proved to be a challenge, as jungkook would happily remained inside you until his last breath, but the thought of holding you innocently in his arms as you caught your breath was something he did not want to miss out on.

and so he held you against him, crowding your face against his chest so you could lay your head right by his heart.

"that was-"

"yeah," he breathed with a chuckle before turning to you with a boyish smile on his face, "i have a confession to make."

you turned around too, unable to not match his smile, "what is it?"

"i lied earlier. i, uh, i did like you when you were seventeen, but ... i kinda still like you."

it was impossible not to feel your face warm up at this, scrunching up your nose at how cutely he had confessed, "what if i said it was mutual?"

his smile somehow got bigger at that, "then i'd say i'm gonna have to steal you away from my sister," he pulled you into his chest again, enjoying the vibrations of your laugh.

a/n: this was rushed and not proofread sorry</3

[majorshatterandhare]

[ID: two screencaps of tags from dark mode

First Image: tags from ×-caliber reading “#guys it's called UNRELIABLE NARRATING all caps: unreliable narrating] # shes NOT [all caps: not] evil #jonny just views her in a certain light" Second Image: tags from ceaseless-ramblerand x-caliber.

Tags from ceaseless-rambler read "#this is such a hard fucking poll because do you love her or hate her' the answer is YES [all caps: yes] #she's great but the fucking morality switch destroys me every time i think about it because. morality switch. what the fuck. #but also. gestures wildly in her direction. you understand? #doctor carmilla #the mechanisms."

Tags from x-caliber read '#prev has a great elaboration actually #bevause i answered thinking only about the unreliable narration that made people think she's evil #but i didn't actually think as far about her ACTIONS [all caps: actions] #now i do think that she had good intentions with the morality switch #that doesn't make it any less fucked up however"

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Okay in regards to this poll I'm going to do some Doc Carmilla analysis because I don't like having back and forth conversations in tags. This is long, I couldn't really find a way to cut it down

The biggest thing that fucks me up about her is Brian's morality switch. The concept of a morality switch at all is horrifying to me, taking that control away from someone. Brian's about page on the mechanisms website says the reasoning was because Doctor Carmilla found it "amusing" which. Makes me hate it even more. @x-ca1iber pointed out the fact that Jonny is an unreliable narrator, which is a good point. However, I doubt Jonny wrote everyone's bio and I don't think either morality mode would really let Brian lie about it, lying is wrong and I can't come up with ends that would justify it. Brian could be wrong about reasoning, of course, but I'm not sure why he would be. Because a lot of that second half is speculation, *please* let me know if there's anything to agree or disagree with any of it.

The two other things that make me not willing to chalk all of anti-Doctor Carmilla sentiment up to unreliable narration and character misinterpretation are the end of this video and near the end of Lashings. The first video shows Jonny cut the music and, sounding somewhat frantic, ask Carmilla what she's going to do about being thrown out the airlock. When she doesn't respond, he backs away and accuses her of planning something. This is something that isn't attributable to unreliable narration because the premise there isn't that it's a retelling but an actual event occurring. Also, the way Jonny is on edge, expecting her to do something but not knowing what/when and having to just kind of act like it's fine really makes me read it as a bad relationship for him. The end of the Lashings performance shows Nastya stressed about various other things and Doctor Carmilla coming up behind her and hugging her. Nastya visibly tenses and remains as such for the entire interaction. I've seen people argue that this was due to the aforementioned various other things, and it could very much be that! This is definitely my least compelling piece of evidence. But it's worth noting that Doctor Carmilla doesn't back off from the hug and remains sort of in Nastya's face until Nastya steps away. The situation is either Nastya being generally uncomfortable with physical contact at that moment (or in general) and Carmilla not caring, or Nastya being distrustful of her in general. Either way doesn't reflect well on their relationship.

None of this is to say that I think she's trying to cause them harm. She does see them as her kids, in her own way. The only other close relationship she had that I'm aware of is Lorelai (please let me know if you have any more information on this! I'm always open to corrections) and that wasn't exactly healthy. She could very well not know any other way to treat them, and I really do think she meant well. The problem with meaning well is that is doesn't change the ramifications of your actions. The best of intentions don't change the fact that you hurt people. This is, in my opinion, especially prominent in parental figures, which she is.

That is all about her as a person, though. As a character? She's fantastic. Trans lesbian vampire scientist with dubious ethics? Great!!! And all of the things I just talked about that make me dislike her as a person make me love her as a character. That disparity is what makes it really hard to answer the poll I linked at the beginning, because holy fuck morality switch but I love her as a character

Tags that inspired this under the cut

[noirscript]

My Valentine

details: yandere!husband x AFAB!reader | Mentions of female genitalia, detailed sexual scenes, breeding,

note: I forgot where I got the image.

Despite the questionable setup and job description of your current job, your husband did not question it and even supported your endeavors. He cook your breakfast on the dot and even prepared your lunch and some snacks.

The warm touch of his soft lips against yours as soon as he sees you, somehow made you guilty of what you're getting yourself into. Truth be told, you haven't told him about the entire truth about your job. Only that you work as an agent.

You let him make an assumption about your job. Perhaps you'll never be able to tell him all about your job.

"Are you sure you still want to work there?" he asked while resting his firm hands on your hips. "I can support us both. We can even start our family and live comfortably."

You smiled as you cup his cheeks. "Val..."

He sighed before pulling away. "I don't really get why you're doing this," he said before meeting your gaze. "It's been two years since we've been married, you even begged me to let you enjoy for awhile before starting our family."

"Val, it's not that! I just..." you sighed. "I want to have my own money. I can't rely on you everytime. It... It doesn't feel right."

You looked up and feared what you've seen. His jaw clenched while his hold on your hips tightened.

"Was it my mother?"

Your brows furrowed. "What, no!"

"My grandma? My sister?" He closed the gap between you two. "Who was it, huh? Who influenced your decisions this time?"

You removed his hands from your body before taking one step away from him.

"Let's... just talk later." You tiptoed to reach his cheek before grabbing your packed lunch.

Maybe it's time to submit your two-week notice.

—

Your husband, Valentin, could get clingy at times. He'll tightly wrap his arms around your body, never missing the chance to feel the warmth of your skin.

It starts with gentle caresses against your skin, then the next thing you knew, you're being screwed and under his mercy for the next hours.

His honeyed voice that you love to hear turns to something deeper as he whispers the nastiest threats you've ever heard from him.

"Gonna make you a mommy... hngg... gonna be round and full..." He buries his face against the crook of your neck as he sensually grind his thick cock against your tight and creaming pussy.

"Pleasepleaseplease... make me cum... wanna cum..." you begged as you claw the arm that's been keeping you in place. "Val... Val... please... cumming..."

"Ah-ah... such a naughty girl." He took a deep breath against your neck before ramming his cock against your tightening pussy. "You don't get to treat me like a toy. I'm not a fucking dildo. You hear that?"

"M'srry... cumming please... please..."

"You're cumming, hm? You're gonna take my cum? All of it? Hm?"

You frantically nodded as you match his movements. It didn't take long until his cum painted your insides.

He nozzles his face against your skin. Peppering kisses against your neck, nipping it at times.

"We're gonna start our family soon..." he whispered while lazily grinding his dick inside you. "You, me, and our baby."

You chuckled. "We've talked about this before, Val..." The sheets rustled as you turn to face him.

"I still want to work. You know, to save up a bit." You pushed yourself up and looked into his eyes. "I also want to spoil them."

"You can spoil them with my card. What's mine is yours too, you know?" He responded while pulling you close to him. "We can have just one child. We'll take care of them. Raise them well..."

"Val... at least give me some time to think about it." You slowly run your finger against his chest down to his abs before barely touching the tip of his erect cock. "Besides... don't you want us to have some more time together?"

You slowly grind your moist pussy against him before he pulled you down with him. He aligned his cock and swiftly penetrated your pussy.

He doesn't hate the idea of getting you all to himself, but still. Your feelings might change once you learn more about him. He's not gonna have that. You're his for eternity, even if that meant having to share you with your child.

[dark-fics-4-you]

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

⚠️CHECK ALL CONTENT WARNINGS BEFORE READING‼️⚠️

“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”