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princess â chapter two
(ghost x könig's-sister!reader)
summary: Finally you get a chance to visit Simon. You just hope he hasn't forgotten about you. (aka two people trying their best to hide how incredibly into each other they are)
originally posted on ao3 (chapter length: 1,318 words)
Rating: M
Relationships: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, background platonic relationships
Ao3 Tags FOR THE FIC AS A WHOLE, bolded is for this specific chapter: Past Rape/Non-con / Rape Recovery / Male Victim of Sexual Assault / Canonical Rape/Non-con (Simon's) / First Time / Getting Together / Manchester as a setting / disclaimer: author has not been to manchester / Simon does bare-knuckle boxing as a hobby / Sparring as Flirting / wrestling as flirting / Identity Porn / Non-Explicit Sex / reader is konig's half sister / Unmasked Simon "Ghost" Riley (while on leave) / reader knows that simon is in the military but doesn't know heâs ghost / medium speed burn
this is a part of a series and a multichapter fic (Ch1, Ch2)
Authorâs Note: Happy Valentine's! I did promise more Simon this time
The next day, you headed to Stuart's bright and early. You didn't want to spend any longer in your crappy hostel than you had to.
You got off the tram, walked a couple blocks, and flashed a friendlyâif nervousâsmile at the secretary. She returned it with an encouraging thumbs up and beckoned you to enter the training area.
Only one figure stood in the ring, his back to you. The workout garb revealed so much more than the heavy winter garments he had worn undercover in the prison.
You let the door slam behind you.
He whirled around: hair rustled, undereyes dark, sweat sheening over scarred skin. God, he was beautiful.
"Hi," your voice was breathless.
âI thought I saw you earlier,â if Simon was surprised, he didn't let his voice betray it.
âWhere?â you asked, tilting your head inquisitively.
âYesterday, on the street.â
You tried your best not to visibly wilt as you began your retreat.
âOh, Iâm sorry.â
Simon squinted in confusion, âWhat for?â
"I didn't realize you didn't want me toâ and then I go barging in on your life likeâ"
"No, no," Simon interrupted, realizing what you were trying to stammer out. âI wasnât avoiding you. I justââ he tensed for a moment, conflicted as he found his words. "The only reason I didn't talk to you was I wasnât quite sure whether you were real or not.â
Oh. Right. You knew Simon wasnât normal, but this was a harsh reminder that he was a soldier, with all the messiness that came along with the job title. You felt so silly for forgetting. Soldiers came with body counts. Baggage. Ghosts. You knew firsthand from your brother and Horangi that it could make things, relationships, life⊠difficult. Worth it, but not easy.
âDoes that happen often?â you kept your voice light and airy. He trusted you enough to confide this, you didnât want him to regret the decision or fear that he'd scared you off.
âNot when Iâm on the right meds. Glad to know youâre real, means I donât need a new prescription.â
A devious smirk emerged on your face, âOnly happy at that?â
âNo⊠itâs justââ After all your angsting over seeing him, it was nice to see someone else do the squirming for once. It was also kinda cute. There was a power in your words having this man, this killer, damn near flustered. âItâs good to see you. Really good.â
You cocked an eyebrow, âLikewise.â You approached him slowly, gently placing your hands on his forearm. "See, real as can be."
Ghost's expression remained unchanged, but his pale face flushed.
"Good. Did you come here just to see me orâŠ"
"Or what?" you asked, curious as to his suggestion.
"Well, I am supposed to be supervising open gym. Did'ya want to spar?"
You pondered for a moment. "I wouldn't be against it."
"Any experience with hand to hand?"
You shrugged off your sweater, "I've taken a couple of self defense classes." You kept your answer purposefully vague. He didn't need to know that you'd received many a private lesson from a former ROK Special Mission Brigade member (one who wanted to ensure no harm came to his ìŹëì). "But not bare-knuckle boxing."
Simon chuckled lowly, "Yeah, 't's not the most practical style."
"Then why do youâŠ"
"On the battlefield, you do what you have to to survive. Playing dirty isn't just allowed, it's required. I'm used to taking any advantage I can. It's⊠nice to not do that for once. To let my skills stand on their own." A wry smile. "Make sure they haven't atrophied too much." His smile dropped, "But let's not box."
"Why not? Think I can't handle it?"
"It's not⊠I just, I don't want to hit you." There was something in his tone that hinted that striking someone heâwell, you didn't know if "loved" was the right term yet, but someone he cared about hit a little too close to home. "Let'sâŠ" he thought for a moment, "wrestle instead. Would that be alright?"
"Sure."
"Let's try starting with a simple lockup. Normally I would try to pair you with someone closer to your weight class but," he gestured at the empty room, "not really an option right now. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
He wasn't lying. His grip was gentle, with no force or malice behind it. Arms wrapped around each other, he offered little resistance as you twisted, catching him off guard and knocking him down.
Simon was pleasantly surprised.
"That's good," he said from the ground, still flat on his back. "Solid form."
"Beginner's luck," you responded bashfully, bending down to look at his face. The same eyes you saw at the prison stared back up at you.
Getting to his feet, Simon ordered "Another."
While a little more cautious, he still wasn't fully on alert. This was a mistake.
THWAP!
Once again, he hit the mat first.
This time, Simon stood up with a dangerous look in his eyes.
No orders this time as he wordlessly commanded you to lock up again.
His grip still wasn't entirely engaged. You assumed that he still hadn't learned his lesson. You were wrong.
He didn't try to overpower you, use his size or use his muscular advantage to force you to the ground.
He just moved, darting with a quickness unfathomable for a man of his size. You blinked, and it was your turn to hit the floor. Looking up at the ceiling, you could see Simon's shit-eating grin staring back at you. For such a quiet man, he really did have an expressive face. You wondered how that worked on the field. Maybe he mostly did stuff over the comms.
You got up carefully, a plan blooming in your mind.
"I want to go again."
Simon happily obliged you, locking up. He gave you an opening to attack. When you did nothing, he went for a repeat of the last round.
Only this time you knew better.
This time, as your body fell, you tucked and rolled: resulting in you on top, triumphant. Simon seemed a little impressed. You were about to brag whenâ BAM! He used your distracted state to flip you, now pinning you beneath him. You squirmed trying to get any leverage, to no avail. His weight was enough to trap you. His unmoving weight. Simon had frozen, going deathly still.
Whyâ oh. Oh.
Simon was the first one to break the silence.
"Do you know how to get out of this?"
"I have a guess."
"Guessing isn't good enough," he chided. "Not when somebody wants to kill you. Orâ" he inhaled sharply. "Worse."
You didn't like that you couldn't see his face right now. Using Horangi's training, you strained against him as if trying to brute force your way outâonly to juke him, suddenly striking the other way, and driving your elbow into the soft of his solar plexus. He fell off you with a low groan at a timbre that made you blush.
Finally you could see his face. Despite now grimacing from the pain, he also appeared to be⊠relaxed by it and its grounding familiarity.
"Good practice," he declared, still a little weak.
"You're a good teacher," you sat up beside him.
"I'm afraid I didn't teach you very much."
"A good partner then,. Simon's demeanor seemed to ever so slightly brighten at your words. You laughed, leaning back. "I need a shower."
He winced.
"The ones at the gym are broken."
"Shit!"
Simon raised an eyebrow as if saying that was a bit of an extreme reaction, innit?
"What's wrong?"
"The hostel I'm staying in doesn't have a shower."
Simon's nose wrinkles, "Doesn't sound like it'd smell all that pleasant."
"It really isn't."
A beat.
And Simon spoke up, voice as fragile as his hopes.
"You could come to my place."
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#cod mwii#modern warfare reboot#die prinzessin series#die prinzessin au#chapter 2#chapter two#princess#multi chapter#multi chap fic
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what is faberry, you ask? what is faberry if not the very definition of pining and yearning and the guilt of religious trauma and repression and heteronormativity being pushed down our throats to make us believe that these two girls should not be together simply because they are meant to clash over the same bland unseasoned tofu of a boy who canât get over himself when the very reality is that the two of them have always seen each other, understand each other, and are inexplicably entangled in each otherâs stories where one can not begin or end without the other? what is faberry if not two girls who were meant to be nothing more than rivals but ended up being *everything* to each other? what is faberry if not stolen moments in empty bathrooms and hallways where phrases such as âyouâre a very pretty girl, Quinn. the prettiest girl Iâve ever met, but youâre a lot more than thatâ and âIâm not mad at you. all you did is what I wasnât brave enough to do, tell the truthâ and âdo you have any idea know how much you mean to me?â and âwhen you were singing that song, it was to finn and only finn, right?â and âI know everyone expects us to be enemies and be in competition butâŠI donât hate youâ and âyou donât belong here, Rachel. and you canât hate me from helping to send you on your wayâ and âask for a gardenia. with a, with a light green ribbon wrapped around it to match her eyesâ and âI wanted to thank you, actually. for keeping me from doing something stupid. something I would have regretted my entire lifeâ are thrown about as if they are not declarations of love being reaffirmed over and over again? what is faberry if not a personal hell that I can never escape because I am constantly reminded of the lengths they would go, best every obstacle in their way for each other even though they were only meant to be two people who passed each other by in life but ended up being two people that were destined to love each other in every life, in every universe?
#faberry#quinn fabray#rachel berry#glee#wrote this a while ago after my friend asked me what faberry is and just came across it again#and honestly the grip that these two have on my is un-fucking-real man#I can never escape them and I never want to#they mean everything to me#figured I shared my love letter to them for all the other faberry lovers
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Stripped ~ Mr. Reed X Reader ~Smut~(18+)
Warnings: Older man/younger woman (mid 20s), rough sex, unprepared anal, fingering, choking, corruption, humiliation
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A/N: Ayo! First time writing for Mr. Reed and i wanted to do a lil something for Valentines (Happy Valentines day btw).
He might be OOC (I wanted him to be a lil mean đ€) grammar and writing might be off, but i hope y'all enjoy <3
Tell me, my dear... have you ever been touched by a man?"
Caught off guard by his sudden question, you lost your grip on the handle of the teacup of chamomile he made for you. The warm liquid spilled onto your button-up shirt, the lap of your black skirt, and onto the carpet next to your feet. Fortunately, the cup didn't shatter to pieces due to the cushion from the rug. You blushed from embarrassment, picking the teacup up from the ground and profuse apologies leaving your lips.
Mr. Reed only let out a chuckle, picking up a handkerchief from the coffee table to clean the mess. "Apologies, my dear. A reaction like that is expected from a strange man asking out of line. Terribly sorry." He brushed it off, still playing the nice old man act while his gaze lingered on your chest.
The tea seeped through the material of your shirt; the outline of your bra was visible. A low chuckle emitted from him, sending a shiver through your body along with the lingering arousal between your legs.
"Now look what I did...." He tsked, gently grabbing the teacup from your hands to set it aside. You sat up straight and still, swallowing with a dry throat. "I... I'm sorry for spilling that, Mr. Reed. It's just your questionâ
"Made you uncomfortable? Say no more, Sister (L/N). It was quite rude of me to inquire about something as personal as one's sexual history. Allow me." He insists as he gently dabs the stain on your shirt, his fingers brushing against the top of your breast through the napkin.
You flinched from his touch but didn't pull away, catching the small cheeky grin appearing on his face from your reaction. "There, there, no need to cry over spilled tea." He chuckled at his joke, eyeing you for a reaction but was only met with you in an anxious state. "Tough crowd."
As soon as he pulls the cloth away from your shirt, you smooth your clothes and stand up. "I appreciate your hospitality and time, but Iâ" Your shaky words trailed off, unsure of what to say that wouldn't anger or set him off in any way. You stood there frozen, anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of your skirt. He gave you his tight-lipped smile, dropping the handkerchief. "Let me ask... Sister (L/N)..." He asked, taking a step closer, which made you cower away and take a step back.
"....You didn't move away when a complete stranger touched your chest; why is that?" He said with a sinister chuckle, adjusting his thin-framed glasses. Mr. Reed's words filled you with confusion and embarrassment, wondering where this man gets off probing you with these types of questions.
You swallowed once more, struggling to find the words. "I...I don't know what you want me to say, Mr. Reed. I was panicked and caught off guard by your question..." You stumbled over your words and hugged your arms around yourself, feeling your heart start to pound against your chest.
He watched you with a hint of satisfaction at you struggling under his gaze. "Panicked? Caught off guard?" He politely ponders before stepping closer to you, within arm's length. "My dear....forgive me, but I don't buy those poor excuses for a second."
He was so rude, antagonizing, conceited, and damn...his words just turned you on more and more. Your eyes hesitate to meet his, regretting as soon as his grin grows. There is an aggressive blush spread on your cheeks, and you struggled to maintain eye contact with him.
You couldn't help but blush harder as he took a couple more steps towards you, invading your personal space. Your back hit the wall; you felt a hint of anticipation as he stared down at you. You stare down, looking down at your heaving chest to avert his gaze.
"Sister (L/N), is there a reason my question is causing you such discomfort? You're tremblingâŠ" He says as he grazes his hand along your arm, making you flutter your eyes closed from the feeling. "...you still didn't answer, Sister." He said in a teasing tone, which made you snap your gaze back up at him. "No, I've never been touched before." You firmly answered, hoping it would satisfy whatever sick, curious thoughts he had lingering in his mind.
"You have. Well, maybe that explains why you allowed me to touch you. You like the feeling, don't you?" He questioned, bringing a hand up to fidget with a lock of your hair. You jumped from his touch but didn't pull away, finding yourself enjoying the feeling of his hand stroking your hair.
"Your silence is all the confirmation I need, Sister (L/N)." He says while leaning into your personal space, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. A whine leaves your lips, overwhelmed by his lewd questions and touching. "Have you ever touched yourself?" He asks in a hushed tone, attempting to push your boundaries and overwhelm you further.
You bite your bottom lip. "Mr. Reed..." It came out in a pleading tone; you glanced up at him with beckoning eyes. "Use your words, Sister (L/N)..." He sternly tells you, his hands sliding down the side of your arms, then gripping your elbows. You nod. "Yes, I have touched myself."
He hummed in satisfaction, releasing your arms and then stepping back to the corridor. You stand frozen, unsure of what to do, until you hear the snap of his fingers, beckoning you to follow him.
Despite this terrifying situation you find yourself in, your feet led you to him. He looks pleased with your, lack of a better word, decision to walk with him down the dark corridor. He led you into what looked to be a home church, office, or study. With many bookshelves, a desk with wooden figurines, religious idols, etc.
"Now...." He starts, "...if you wish to leave, I am not stopping you, and your coat is right there." He gestures to the coat rack in the corner of the room. "However, if you choose to stay, I won't disappoint..." He says in a low tone, causing you to feel weak in the legs. After a deafening silence, you nod.
He smiles, "Excellent, now take off your clothes." He casually tells you, causing that tingling sensation to come back but close to unbearable. Your hands move to unbutton your tea-stained shirt, letting it drop to the ground. You wore nothing but a white bra underneath, leaving just your skirt. As you fidget with the hem of your skirt, you steal glances of him watching. He displayed the stoic expression he kept, but you could see he was containing himself from ravishing you.
As soon as your skirt drops to the ground, leaving you in just your bra and panties, he pins you against the edge of his desk. It happened so fast, you didn't have time to reach his warm lips smashing against yours. Whines and moans escape you, your body reacting from the touch and the taste of a man for the first time, and fuck, did you love it. His hands wandered along your body, from caressing your waist to groping your ass. "Fuck..." You mumble against his lips, which caused him to pull away.
"Bend over the desk." He tells you, taking off his glasses and slipping them in the pocket of his sweater. You obey, turning around and leaning forward while grabbing onto the edge. Fear and anticipation consumed you as his hand pulled at the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs. Mr. Reed's hands run along her calves, hips, and to your ass. "Now....I know you're a virgin; I must warn you I can get a little carried awayâ" "It's fine! Please use me!" You pleaded, even surprising yourself with this newfound lustful behavior. You have only secretly looked at adult magazines and masturbated, but this was new and exciting to you.
A low groan escapes him, squeezing your right buttock. "Dirty girl..." he whispers before bringing his hand down to swat you on the rear, causing you to yelp and jump from the blow. He chuckles, stroking the spot tenderly. You feel his fingers draw near to your pussy; you gasp as soon as they touch your folds. "You're sopping wet..." he says as he shoves his digits inside of you, drawing out moans and pleas from you.
He pumped his fingers inside of you, using his other hand to grip onto your left buttock, his thumb probing your tight ring. It was so foreign to you; it felt so uncomfortable but blurred with the feeling of him finger-fucking you. Overstimulated from his fingering and teasing, you throw your head back. "Please...please fuck me!" You beg, only to have him ram his fingers deep to silence you. He gently shushed you, his warm lips pressing kisses and nips at the nape of your neck. "Now now, my dear....Patience is a virtue.'" Slipping his fingers out of you, he moves them in front of your lips. "Open."
Without hesitation, you part your lips to have him shove his fingers onto your tongue. You closed your eyes as you tasted the delicious combination of his skin and your sweet juices, softly moaning like a whore. "Good girl," he praises, releasing his fingers and smearing his saliva-soaked fingers along your cheek. You hear him unzip his pants, gasping from the warm touch of his cock against your lower back.
Mr. Reed fidgets with the back of your bra, unbuckling it and letting it drop to the floor. He moves his hands to caress your breasts, his warm palms against your hard nipples. "I'm going to fuck you now; it usually takes preparation, but of course there is no issue with how soaked you are." The tip of his cock pushes inside of you, making you cry out and claw onto the surface of the desk.
After a few moments of adjusting, he starts to move. Mr. Reed moves at a steady pace, groaning against your neck from how tight your pussy squeezes him. "Fuck, such a dirty girl...aren't you?" He ends with a harsh thrust, making you choke out a moan. "Yesssss, yess, I'm a dirty girl~" you whine out, barely able to speak properly from the constant noises and the rough fucking you were receiving. One of his hands snakes up between the valley of your breasts, cradling the column of your throat.
Caught between his tightening grip and the new angle of his thrusts, you were in a euphoric state you never thought you would ever experience. His cock abused your cervix, and his balls slapped against your clit from each motion. With the release of his grip around your throat, you exhale. You feel him slip his cock from your vagina, making you feel empty.
As soon as you feel his fingers spread your cheeks, you feel yourself back against his hands. That was all the encouragement he needed, pressing the head of his cock against your ass. "Now....this won't be pleasant in the beginning, but you're going to like it anyway, aren't you?" He murmurs in your ear and only lets out a quiet curse from your tightness, slowly pushing in at an agonizing pace. Hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you went through a whirlwind of feelings from this. After a moment of silence, he cruelly drags out all of his length and slams it back in. "Aren't you?" You hastily nod.
It feels like a burning sensation; it burns and hurts just so damn right. He roughly squeezes one of your breasts while his other hand moves between your legs, mercilessly rubbing your clit. The feeling of his fingers pleasuring you and making your body reach closer and closer to your climax caused tears to stream down your face; this hurt so good. Increasing the pace of fucking your tight ass, he scooped more of your juices onto his fingers before resuming pleasuring you. "Who's my good girl?" He praises, pressing a kiss to your jawline. "Yours! I'm your good girl~" "Fuck.....right you are, I'm almost there~!" He speaks through gritted teeth, increasing his rough treatment on your body.
You feel as if you're about to pass out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm reaches its peak. Right as you came undone and grinded against his hand, his hands moved to grope whatever parts of your body during your orgasm. He wrapped his arms around your chest and held your exhausted body to his chest as grunts and groans emitted from him, filling your ass up like a pastry.
As you were recovering from the brutal orgasm and 'heavy petting' you just received, he tucked himself back and zipped his pants. As your knees buckled and your eyes closed, you feel him lift your worn out body into his arms. His warm breath tickles your cheek "Happy Valentine's Day, darling~" placing a kiss before you slip into slumber.
#slashers#slasher fandom#horror#horror fandom#a24 heretic#heretic 2024#mr. reed#mr. reed x reader#hugh grant#plain ole smut
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In the very definition of society, Thayer was better than William or at least he should have been perceived that way, but all William could see was a lonely, bitter man intent on making those around him just as sad. âI have no shame for what Cassandra, and I did,â William shook his head in defiance. âYou took everything from me, ensured that there was nothing for me in Margate and I was left with no other choice!â Despite his better attempts, Williamâs voice was raised at the former prince. All that separated them was not titles or fortune, but fury and the lengths they would go to.Â
William had assumed that Thayer was like every high-born man, pompous and impervious to those without a silver spoon in their mouth but it was deeper than that. There was rage within this man that William seemed to invoke just by breathing, but now he would no longer restrain himself, William could match it. âYou are nothing to her.â William tried to regain some semblance of control, but that task evaded him. âLess than, you are the man that took away the one comfort she had in that miserable place.â William stopped suddenly, looking over the man with a mix of disgust and, what he assumed, clarity. âYou are nothing to her, yet you covet what you say I stole.â William wanted to be sick, preferably over Thayerâs boots.Â
âYou know nothing about accountability. You buy your way out of every inconvenience to pretend to be above the rest, claiming to be the standard for all to fail to achieve yet I have proof that says otherwise.â Williamâs eyes bore into the man. The spoke of piety yet William had letters to prove otherwise. Unlike William, his uncleâs grudge of Thayer wasnât as secret. Nothing about Thayer was redeemable, dismissing everyone around him for the sake of titles and reputations, knowing full well the misery that would soon follow. âYou bedded every woman you could, catching god knows what, ruining their lives sowing your seed without consequence without a second thought and now Cassandra is your retribution?â William scoffed harshly. âShe is no pawn or prize to be bartered with nor is she your absolution. Perhaps you consider who should be your responsibility.âÂ
"You speak of hypocrisy, but I have accountability for which you lack. I do not hide behind the woe of wetting my own wick and mistaking amusement for love, find the easy path to endearment and exploit it. I repent on my own and I do not commit the same wrongs repeatedly on the innocent. The very harm I know I have caused; I have found a place to ensure no one else commits if you want to rely on such rumours. What you do, William, is in greed and she is not your currency, your reconciliation prize, or your pawn."
Taking the bribe would forever be one of Williamâs biggest regrets and shame and he knew that Thayer would never let him forget it. âA lifeline presented itself when you took everything from me, and I was left without a choice.â Those words had echoed in Williamâs head for weeks, trying to find some clemency in this mistake while knowing he would still make that choice again. Having nothing was something Thayer would never have to endure.
There was no time to react as Thayer put hands on William. A normal response would have been a swift fist to the manâs jaw but instead William just took it, allowing the man to manage him in such a way while taking some satisfaction from it. âI will speak her name however I see fit, be it with affection or gratification, you have no bearing on that.â William tone of voice was biting, his mouth turning into a smug smile, curling at the corners of his lips. âI will remember how my name felt coming from her lips as only I could make her sound,â There was a line that William wouldnât normally cross, but rage had made him blind. âAnd no matter your threats, nothing will change that.â
"And well deserved by your own hand and cock," Thayer interupted him. "You look for something to gain, because if you knew better, you would not be here. You should cower in shame and get out of this town and away from here, but instead you hold her like a conquest. If you had loved her, you would not have put a price on her innocence to coerce fortune into your hands."
His fist was tucked behind his back, concealed under his sleeve of crushed velvet. White knuckles wrapped around the very same curl of fingers in anger, to hold it back and beg for sedation. Would she forgive him? That concept dares him to unravel, to give into this taunt with mind and body until there was none of that left for William to make such an attempt again. Forgiveness was meant for those who still wanted to be good, those with a chance for heaven or hell. Thayer's facade of kindness would come to light under self preservation, old habits screaming in protest to take hold but far from genuine. He does need it, not when he is bound to this purgatory.
"I am not her father, or her brother, or her family. I do not reserve protecting what is right to not insult her if it will still bring her harm. My responsibility is to ensure her prosperity and her goodnessâ give back what you have taken from her so impulsively!"
He'd been a soldier most of his life, orders followed with blind loyalty even if it cracked every tooth. He had sworn he was the toothless dog too endearing to put down, but he can taste it now. The jagged grin he tried so long to conceal if there, drawing blood with every word. With this damned title, he will instill it's worth and selfishly. He is a knight, but to Cassandra alone.
"You speak of hypocrisy, but I have accountability for which you lack. I do not hide behind the woe of wetting my own wick and mistaking amusement for love, find the easy path to endearment and exploit it. I repent on my own and I do not commit the same wrongs over and over again on the innocent. The very harm I know I have caused, I have found a place to ensure no one else commits if you want to rely on such rumors. What you do, William, is in greed and she is not your currency, your reconciliation prize, or your pawn."
The control is gone, and every ache Thayer had used to convince himself to linger in submission comes with the sweetest relief. His hands are on William's collar, pulling his come to understand this is not protected by formalities. Fingers wrap around his jaw to keep him facing Thayer with the spine of steel he swears to have, only a roll of his eyes capable of pulling him away. It's almost a dare to open that insipid little mouth, but a calloused touch is ready to climb past the polished bone of his teeth and tear it apart just as he's promised.
"Say her name again, butcher it, and I will ensure you have no tongue to do it again. Do not coat it in affection to make it easier to swallow because she is not yours. What you have taken from her is all you ever will."
#thayer: 001#thread: thayer#location: sinclair stables#rosewcterdrunk#[ pretend the gif is reversed pls
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A movie question I wanted to throw your way: what do you think about the decision to use a decent amount of physical acting on Rickmanâs part for comic effect? Iâm thinking his snatch of thin air in Philosopher's Stone, his creeping along the table towards Ron and Harry in Chamber, his dramatic point in that same scene, his walk up to the stage for Dueling Club, his whacking students in Goblet and Order, etc.
On one hand, I feel like this does match the tone of the books; he canonically lurks and prowls and points and snatches at the air, and his menace is often undercut by a physical description thatâs meant to be some level of comedic. On the other hand, we don't see Snape nearly as much in the movies as we do in the books, so this aspect of his character seems somewhat overinflated by the movies?
TLDR I donât think these decisions in the movie were completely out of left field, but it also feels off for some reason. Idk I donât know how exactly to verbalize my feelings on the matter and wanted to hear your thoughts!
It will probably come as no surprise that I feel like any answer to this question is inseparable from the absolute hatchet jobs that are Steve Kloves' screenplays for the HP franchise. This reply is going to end up inevitably long (you ask me about my favorite subject, you suffer the consequences), but all of it is ultimately framed by the problem of having to make the best of a badly written script. (**edit: This post is way too long. Run away. Don't look back.)
The writing doesn't support the story
The first thing that jumps out to me is that there's a separation between where and how these comedic moments are used, up until the end of GoF and after. They're more a part of the story only until Harry's story arc reaches the point of Cedric's death, when he first witnesses death in the way that allows him to see thestrals after. GoF is when the story takes its first dark turn, and up until then the tone and story is much more in line with children's literature, so it makes more sense that Snape is portrayed in a bit of a playful way. After GoF - even though the films reveal it as an aside and much later than the original story does - Snape resumes his role as spy and becomes more integral to the story as a key character and is thus no longer just a foil in a children's story. I think what doesn't work about it is the inconsistency. The books have comedic moments with Snape too, which are cartoonish, up until the end of DH - I feel those are also out of place, but at least their existence gives a basis to what's done in the films.
Nevertheless, one of the biggest problems with the films is that they're badly edited. I'll leave that analysis for another post (you're welcome), but essentially these comedic moments feel inconsistent in part because there's often a disconnect between the performance a director has asked of his actors and the tone that's established in the editing room once pacing and a soundtrack are added. Any vision a director had for these films was muddled by the involvement of big studio producers and limitations. This is made more jarring by the way that Kloves has interjected light, funny moments in awkward ways throughout the scripts. He struggles overall to convey the world that Rowling has created, and if it weren't for the brilliant production design of Stuart Craig, Kloves' failures would be much more obvious (again, worthy of its own roast post).
Take the scene where Snape whacks Harry and Ron on the head in Gof: why are the students all studying in the Great Hall? Why are various years sitting together? Why is Snape overseeing them? It's a scene almost verbatim out of the book (Fred asks Angelina to the ball casually, he and George tell Ron and Harry to get dates "before all the good ones are gone," we find out Hermione already has a date), but like pretty much every scene that originally takes place in the Gryffindor common room, this one is moved to another location for no discernible reason. The main difference in the change is how restrictive it is: in the common room the children are free to be themselves, but in the Great Hall, under a strict teacher's nose, they have to be quiet and restrained. Another subject that would need its own post is the myriad of ways Kloves goes out of his way to rewrite settings and characters to avoid allowing them to express themselves or grow as characters, and how hard he works to stifle and limit them in ways that are convoluted and work against the story, as if he himself couldn't deal with any kind of emotional vulnerability (in a way, his scripts are a desperate cry for help). This directly contributes to why so many of Snape's comedic moments feel off.
The changes in the scene in GoF don't even make sense from a production perspective, as they required more actors, more lighting, and more setups. Instead of using the cozy setting of the common room to establish camaraderie between the students, Kloves replaced that energy and lightheartedness with Snape in a way that's uncharacteristic. The scene, as he wrote it, is already light and has humor, but Kloves doesn't trust it - he feels the need to exaggerate it and the casualties, as always, are the characters and their portrayal. It's as though he's following a formula and saying, "this page number/scene number must provide relief from the tension of the story" and then doesn't consider how following that directive fits into the rhythm of the narrative. It's closer to being an isolated scene akin to a comedy sketch than to a scene that's part of an act that's part of a film. It's worth noting that, in GoF, Kloves interjects this scene as if he's forcing this moment of comic relief into a story that didn't require it and then relies on playing off of Snape's usual seriousness as its crux. In OOtP, when there's a callback to it as Snape smacks Ron with a book again, it's no longer the point of the scene, but an aside in a comical montage focused on Umbridge (OOtP was also the only film not written by Kloves, so this moment is more likely the result of Michael Goldenberg trying to maintain a consistency with Kloves' work). Overall, I think that feeling of something being off is, again, more rooted in the writing than the performance.
Rickman as an actor playing Snape
There's a lot of criticism in the Snapedom of how Alan Rickman portrays Snape, but not enough acknowledgment that none of the characters are portrayed well, and most of it comes down to Kloves' writing of them. Book!McGonagall insists that all students under 17 are evacuated before the Battle of Hogwarts, where Movie!McGonagall only cares that the Slytherin students are locked in the dungeon, everyone else can stay, what does she care if first years die? Book!Hermione is intelligent and empathetic while Movie!Hermione is a two dimensional maternalistic harpy whose main job is to be a mouthpiece for plot exposition. Book!Ron is funny and brave and fiercely loyal, while Movie!Ron throws Hermione under the bus, is cowardly, and is reduced to a flatly written sidekick. Book!Harry is complex and while I could list a million examples, I'll stick to this one: in PoA when he finds out Sirius betrayed his parents, he's enraged but has no reply when asked if he'd want to kill Sirius. Movie!Harry says with conviction, and without prompting, that he wants to find Sirius with the explicit purpose of killing him. Every single character takes a hit because of how Steve Kloves writes them, and Snape is, sadly, no exception.
While some film shoots allow for improvisation, a big budget production on a tight schedule with scenes that require a lot of prep work can't afford to make many changes. So, for example, while Ralph Fiennes was asked to improvise his scene as Voldemort at the end of DH2 when he re-enters Hogwarts victorious (and that's why the dialogue is redundant and that weird hug with Draco continues to plague us), it could be done because the wardrobe and set and cast were already in place and the time required had already been scheduled in. It wouldn't be possible, though, to add an additional scene - like Snape going feral in the hospital wing at the end of PoA - unless it was written into the script. Additional actors would be required, which would mean coordinating with their schedules and adding them to the budget, not to mention scheduling in additional days with the crew who may already have other work lined up. It would require either pushing every other shooting day back - which is near impossible - in order to use the hospital wing set while it's still up, or tacking on production days to the end of the shooting schedule and rebuilding the set on those days. This can be done for necessary pickups that round out existing scenes, but you can't really say, "hey I decided we need a scene here that didn't exist before" without causing huge problems. Because of how contracts work, any significant scene changes would have to be sent back to Kloves who would have to write alternate scenes and/or dialogue, and even then if you wanted to fix a specific character's arc - like Snape's - you would have to add in so much that it just wouldn't be feasible. Screenplay lengths have to fall within a certain number of pages, because each page is approximately a minute of screen time, so adding a few more to a finished script mid-production is very difficult. The actors have to make the best of what's on the page. Which brings us to Alan Rickman, his choices as an actor, and what informed both him and the character of Snape.
Alan Rickman was a RADA trained actor, so his approach to a character involved a lot of physical work as well as character analysis. As far as I know, he was the only actor to contact JK Rowling directly to ask about his character, because he wanted to make an informed decision about how to play him since Snape was so nuanced and gray. Unlike some of the other actors (like Michael "DIDYAPUTYANAMEINDAGOBLETOFFIYAH" Gambon) Rickman read the books - those that were available when he took on the role, and each as they came out afterwards - and used them to inform his understanding of his character beyond what Kloves wrote (presumably in crayon with all the e's backwards). In interviews and Q&A's it's clear Rickman was fond of the HP books and story, and had a thoughtful process taking on Snape's character. He did not see him as a villain, because, as he's said, he didn't approach characters with that kind of judgment. And while I'm sure the egregious amounts of cash Warner Brothers threw at the actors was inevitably a factor for all of them, several of the ones playing teachers or other adults have said that they took on their role because a child in their life insisted on it, despite them being unfamiliar with the books, whereas Rickman's process was to read Rowling's books in order to decide whether to take the role. Again, he was a RADA trained actor, and thus had a meticulous approach to his work that followed a thoughtful, considered process and a decision based on whether he felt he could embody a character in a way that did them justice/if they were interesting enough to him. By the time he started shooting PS, he also had experience directing a film and was working as a director in theatre as well as still acting, so he understood the process from the perspective of not just an actor, but also as someone behind the camera, someone working with actors both as a peer and director, and someone sitting in an editing room.
We know from his diaries that he became increasingly frustrated with how his own process and expectations clashed with that of the producers on Harry Potter. He wasn't interested in renewing his contract after the first few films (goodness knows how much money they offered him in the end - his wife has said that he never let anyone else pick up a tab in a restaurant and if they argued, he would just say "Harry Potter."). He writes about seeing the films at premieres and being frustrated with how little story and development there is (especially for Snape), which makes me think there are deleted scenes somewhere that haven't been released. At one point he writes about a premiere party where he had internally lost patience with the three Davids (Yates, Heyman, and Barron). It's obvious that there's a discord between the work he wanted to do with Snape's character and what choices the production made:
He describes how, during the filming of the Yule Ball scene in GoF, there was an attempt to get him to dance but he refused because he didn't think Snape would dance:
It was a rare moment of potential for improvisation because, again, the set and cast and timing were already accounted for, and in this case there wasn't even dialogue. The scene where he smacks the boys with the notebook - as far as I know - was scripted. So there's a difference there in how much freedom he had, as an actor, to say no to what he was asked to do. Even in the above diary entry it's clear that, given his way, he felt the character wouldn't even be present in that scene, but he had no choice. This tells me that when he had more freedom to make choices, he did so based on his understanding of Snape as a character and, given that he was an actor who was both very respected (and got away with more than most) and also someone who could get argumentative about his character choices, I think this is the most apt lens to examine his physical work with Snape through.
Knowing that he wasn't interested in continuing the role of Snape after the first couple of films and that he was often frustrated with the lack of characterization and story arc, his physicality in his first scene in CoS (when he reprimands Harry and Ron for flying the car) says a lot. (Caveat that one of the reasons he didn't want to renew his contract was that the shooting schedule restricted his schedule and he wanted work on other projects, but I can't help but wonder if that had been the case had HP provided a more satisfying process.) It's almost certain that he had read all the available books by the time the scene in CoS was filmed, including PoA where Snape becomes apoplectic with rage in a way that, to a child reader, is comical (and intended to be) and to someone analyzing Snape is clearly rooted in triggered trauma.
Alan Rickman knew from the outset that Snape's motivation was his love for Lily, so he would have understood the dynamic between his character and Sirius re: who Snape thought sold Lily out to Voldemort. He would also have understood that Snape's reaction in PoA was more about distress and anxiety, and that this was connected to the promise Snape had made to protect Harry for Lily's sake. This would have therefore informed his portrayal of Snape's anger at Harry in CoS, and it's reasonable to assume that Rickman was trying to walk the line between the way Rowling portrayed Snape in full unhinged rage in PoA, what this tells him about this character when angered, and the connection between the moments in PoA and CoS when it comes to Snape's anxiety over Harry's safety. Unlike the author of a book however, who has full control of how they tell a story, Rickman was an actor in a film - an inevitably collaborative medium which therefore made his portrayal reliant on the decisions of others as well.
Chris Columbus, the HP movies, and feral Snape
PS and CoS were directed by Chris Columbus, the guy who directed both Home Alone and Home Alone II and Mrs. Doubtfire. He was a successful director from the 90s tradition of children's movies whose sensibility was informed by the era's attitude towards children's media: kids wanting to see themselves in narratives, in ways that felt empowering and allowed them to process the confusion of a world run by adults in playful, quasi-cartoonish ways within a 3 act structure where the villains - mean adults - get their comeuppance because it feels fair. One thing that set Harry Potter apart was that the villain was not the mean adult; Snape, the mean adult, is a character kids can hate and project their own experiences onto, but Voldemort is a true villain who represents evil and is vanquished by the hero. Chris Columbus established a tone for the first two films that was no longer apt by PoA, not only because it didn't work for the story, but because that 90s era of children's movies had ended and the culture moved on to more complex narratives (and Columbus has focused more on producing than directing since, because his style doesn't work for audiences anymore).
What's ironic about the way Snape's scene at the start of CoS comes off is that, in the book, there's a great comedic moment that's left out:
This is cut from the film, and instead it's Filch waiting at the top of the marble stairs who catches Ron and Harry being late and delivers them to Snape (I don't know why, the scene in the book is much more dynamic and would have taken up about as much time on screen). Rickman, meanwhile, is using the information he's gotten on who Snape is from the books, and imbuing some of that feral Snape energy into his portrayal of a Snape who is genuinely angry:
(Thank you for making these gifs @smilingformoney , they are truly the gift that keeps on giving.)
The thing is, no matter how much of feral Snape Rickman brought to this, no matter how menacing his performance is, this moment still lives within the dynamics of a Chris Columbus children's film. It gets cut off by Dumbledore's entrance - meant to be a comeuppance for Snape, since Dumbledore (being the voice of wisdom and fairness in this world) prevents him from punishing Harry and Ron (you know what, at least in the books they got detention, but ok). Despite Rickman's performance, Columbus as a director has framed this scene in the same context as the one Kloves cut. The tension is brief, and the focus is on Snape being foiled, because it's what children want to see - a mean adult experiencing consequences. It's down to the editing and soundtrack, choices Columbus made in the editing room. In addition, we don't know how many different ways an actor tries a scene, only what ends up in the final cut of a film. The process of the work done on a set is often much richer and more diverse than what an audience sees in the finished film.
Tbh I think this is also why Snape's feral moments were cut from PoA: it's a darker film, but had to straddle the line between being for both children and tweens and not getting too playful, nor too intense. As much as I want to see feral Snape on screen, it's extremely difficult to make work in a narrative that is about Harry and his friends. It either skews too intense, making the audience uncomfortable because seeing an adult becoming unhinged and in pain is difficult and frightening for most young people, even adults, and would therefore take away from Harry's goals and narrative as well as his changing relationship to Sirius (all of which is already barely supported by Kloves' writing). Alternately, it could also skew too comical and over the top, which takes the audience out of the tension of the film's climactic moments.
If Snape's story had gotten more focus and screen time, an unhinged moment would be better justified because the audience would have been more invested in the character and their arc. PoA sidesteps pretty much all of the most compelling parts of the book, which is the realization that Harry is not only connected to Sirius personally, but that his dad, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew created the Marauders Map, that they were animagi, that Harry's patronus takes the form of his father's stag, and that Snape was initimately connected to all of them as well. For me, reading the end of PoA was what cemented Snape as someone who would be crucial to the narrative and whose role would increase as the series went on. As a result of Kloves skimming over these essential plot twists, Snape is a minor character in the film, showing up mostly as a foil who tries to expose Lupin and then catches him and Black in the Shrieking Shack (this also sets his character up to be minimized in every film down the line, which has a worsening impact as Snape becomes increasingly integral to the plot).
One thing I find interesting is that Snape's comical physicality changes over the films. In PS and CoS he's menacing, a looming, larger than life figure the children fear and easily assume to be a full-fledged villain. By GoF there's a relationship embedded in how he interacts with Harry and his friends. He's no longer terrifying, just intimidating, more of an adult Harry challenges than someone he must defeat. The comedic effect now comes from a rapport within an established dynamic between characters. By HBP, the only comical moment is at Slughorn's party, and it's no longer Rickman who uses physicality - the action happens around him, and the comedic effect is in his lack of reaction to any of it. In other words, he's no longer the comic one, he's become the straight man in a (badly written) comedy sketch (with abysmal timing, what even).
Ultimately, as with most of the characters in the HP films, Snape is undermined by the writing. Rickman was stuck working within the confines he was given. No matter how well he may have understood the character, the limited screen time and character development were always going to stifle how Snape was portrayed on screen. I'm very much pro Let Snape Be Feral but I also don't fault Rickman in how little we saw of that.
How Feral is Snape?
If I'm honest, I feel like the Snapedom has taken the Let Snape Be Feral thing and has started forgetting that he wasn't all-feral-all-the-time. The point of Feral Snape is that it's a heightened state of tension in a character whose trauma is being triggered. Apoplectic Snape wouldn't have an impact at the end of PoA if that was his usual way of being. And, as you so brilliantly showed @said-snape-softly Snape's speech patterns are primarily quiet and controlled, his speech gets softer the more dangerous his mood, and it's only after he reassumes his role as a spy that the description of his speech becomes increasingly volatile (but is still controlled). Feral Snape's definitive aspect is the lack of control shown by a character who usually is so exceptionally capable of self restraint and compartmentalization. So again, while I would have loved to see Feral Snape on screen, I think it's also important to acknowledge that this is not the defining feature of his character and is more about what those moments mean to his arc. Their absence is primarily due to poor writing that didn't create space for them (including what leads up to them), and the direction that didn't carve out any kind of niche for them, not Rickman's choices as an actor.
In fact, Snape as a character is defined by descriptors of his voice more than any other character by far. I have my own theory about why this is, and it has to do with Alan Rickman being inextricably connected with how Snape is written. Chris Columbus said that Alan Rickman was always Snape as far as he was concerned, because when JK Rowling showed him a sketch of Snape she had made, it looked exactly like Rickman. I don't think this is accidental.
Alan Rickman was always intended to be Snape
First, what's important to remember is that before Harry Potter, Alan Rickman was best known in the 90s for playing both villains and sad romantic leads. His signature defining feature was his voice. I think it was Ang Lee who described the casting choice of Greg Wise and Alan Rickman in Sense and Sensibility as wanting Willoughby (Wise) to be dashing and Brandon (Rickman) to be sexy (if this was Emma Thompson and not Ang Lee, my apologies, I can't remember where I read this and can't find the source). This is how Rickman was perceived by audiences up until Harry Potter. And I know a lot of the Snapedom considers him to be sexy as Snape too, but the general audiences of the films don't, so please don't @ me, I'm just setting up a point here.
This is relevant because, as we find out in the end of the books, Rowling wrote Snape's motivations to be rooted in romantic love (I'm very nobly putting aside, for the sake of focusing on Rowling's intentions, my personal interpretation that Snape's feelings for Lily were platonic, please acknowledge how brave I am for this). She pulls a lot from gothic tropes into how he's written, and as much as she's talked about the character having been inspired by a chemistry teacher she disliked, and as much as she's talked about Snape being both morally grey and someone she personally dislikes, she also romanticized him. Between this and what Chris Columbus said about her sketch of him, it's hard for me to ignore that this character, conceived of in the 90s, wasn't written with Alan Rickman in mind from the beginning, especially since Rowling herself has said that she envisioned him in the role. Whether or not he lived up to Rowling's imagination is, frankly, his choice and Rowling's problem.
The story of how Harry Potter was written according to JK Rowling is that it started with the idea coming to her on a train ride in 1990. She completed the PS manuscript in 1995. While everything I'm about to say is absolute conjecture, I can't help but wonder at the connection between these films and the way Snape was written (spoilers ahead, no regrets, these films have been out for over a quarter of a century - forgive my reviews, I can't help myself):
1988: Die Hard comes out. Alan Rickman plays Hans Gruber, a villain who is a genius, composed, controlled, and soft-spoken. (Great film, a classic, the only valid Christmas movie.)
1990: Truly, Madly, Deeply. Rickman plays a man whose wife can't get over his tragic death, nor can his own ghost, who comes back to spend more time with her. No one else can see him, and they can't really share a life anymore. She eventually lets him go as she realizes that his spirit doesn't belong in the mortal world and her own life can't move on as long as she clings to it. (Beautiful film, will break your heart and put it through a shredder.)
1991: Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves. Rickman is the Sheriff of Nottingham, an unhinged, feral villain who wears all black complete with billowing cape. (Terrible film, disaster of a period piece, Rickman's performance is the only redeeming thing about it. Halfway through its press tour talk shows started booking Rickman instead of the lead, Kevin Costner, because Rickman stole every scene.)
1995: An Awfully Big Adventure. Rickman is an actor who comes back to his hometown to revive his role as Captain Hook in a local theatre production of Peter Pan. In the process he has an affair with a young ginger stagehand who reminds him of his lost love, a vivacious woman named Stella with bright red hair who, as far as he knows, birthed his child - a son - before she died. It turns out the girl he has an affair with is his daughter, which he realizes when he visits her home where she lives in the care of her aunt and uncle - whose name is Vernon - and connects the dots of who this girl's mother was. (He then rides his motorcycle out to the pier, screams "Stella" at the heavens like he's in a revival production of Streetcar Named Desire, trips and hits his head on the edge of the pier and falls into the water, drowning. I can't make this up. Mike Newell directed this. The same guy who directed GoF. As if following in the vein of the 90s movie obsession with incest as the controversial-trope-du-jour wasn't enough. I don't even need to review this, just sum it up.)
1995: Sense and Sensibility. Rickman plays Colonel Brandon, a forlorn, grieving man who lost his first love at a young age and spends most of the film pining for the only other woman he's ever had a romantic interest in. Wears all black, rides a black horse.
Given what a well-known actor Rickman was in the 90s - especially in England - and how connected his characters all seem to be to various aspects of Snape, it's hard not to see a connection. The entire premise of Truly, Madly, Deeply sounds like the inspiration for the Resurrection Stone in Deathly Hallows. The redheaded lost love whose child is left in the care of an Uncle Vernon in An Awfully Big Adventure is difficult to look past. All of these characters either exude menacingly soft-spoken Snape energy, feral Snape energy, or forlorn because of his lost love Snape energy. As a result, I feel like it's almost inevitable that Rickman inspired Snape, especially when you consider how known he was for his voice and how frequently Snape's voice is used to describe him. When Rowling said that she envisioned him in the role, it makes me wonder if she meant during the casting process for the first film, or well before it. I think his previous roles were a contributing factor in how the character was written in the books. After Tim Roth - who was originally cast in the role - had to back out due to scheduling conflicts, she got her way. Authors don't often get to choose who plays their characters, but in this case it worked out as the production thought Rickman was a good fit as well.
I'm done, I promise
So where does this leave things at the end of this horrendously long post? Rickman's choices of how he physicalized Snape - comedic or not - are only part of a larger whole. He was playing a character who was written based on his other roles, and limited by the shortcomings of how Steve Kloves translated that character from Rowling's books into his own screenplays. Whatever Rickman did on set was limited by that writing, by the directors he worked with, and by the choices made in the editing room.
I'm fascinated by the idea that Rickman was playing a character written with him in mind - but not really him, the him who embodied other characters whose echoes show up in Snape. It's difficult enough to contend with an actor playing a character in a screenplay you wrote with them in mind when you're directing your own script, because they'll never be what you imagined in your head. But for that process to get filtered through several directors, a team of producers, another writer who changes your work, and an editor, let alone throughout a decade of films - that's downright wild. The original intention gets lost and reinterpreted like a game of telephone, and I think that a lot of the consistencies between Movie!Snape and Book!Snape are down to Alan Rickman's nuanced and generous nature as an actor. If I'm honest, I'm not convinced that every Snape moment that comes off comical was meant to be so by Rickman. But again, film is such a collaborative medium that his intentions aren't the only ones that matter, ultimately, at least they aren't the only thing that ends up in the final cut.
My take, personally, is that I'm more interested in critical analysis than personal criticism. I respect that everyone has their own vision of a character and fandom is absolutely here for, among other things, having a place to share those thoughts and feelings. But a character is rarely going to appear on screen the same way you see them in your head, and that's not always going to be a fault, even if it's a disappointment to you. It's interesting to hear different people's perceptions, but there isn't that much to discuss there - you can't refute how someone feels, and you can't argue that their truth is what it is, to them. Whereas with critical analysis there's a lot more to talk about and examine, so it's where my own interest is much more invested.
#asks#long post#said-snape-softly#do I have regrets about the length? not one.#is anyone still reading? not one.
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want to cut my hair again like you wouldn't believe. What are the possible consequences of going bald
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a new attempt at me trying to sketch out ideas for my porcelain (faerie) royalty outfit that Iâm putting together, all I have so far is the shirt, earring (itâs not even finished) and bracelet
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SOOO ANXIOUS
Synopsis. When heâs a 10 but the pulI-out game is non-existent.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampĂes, breĂ©ding, breaking the condĂłm, overstĂm, Gojoâs powers going haywire, spĂtting, cĂșmplay, NĂEDY BOYS, marathon sĂ©x, chokĂng, SLIGHT dĂ ddy kĂnk (Nanamiâs), jealousy (Sukuna), first times (Choso), limitless, exhĂbitionĂsm (Sukuna), true form! Sukuna, dp, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k (wild omg)
A/N. Ty to that one anon for reminding me of Gojo and his limitless, I just had to. Hope yâall have a lovely day <3
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⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - When life gives youâŠ
Dammit, Toji knew he shouldâve looked over your shopping list closer. He knew he shouldâve spent just a little longer at the convenience store searching for that special brand the two of you always used - the only one that could fit his massive size - instead of rushing home like a madman to fuck you sloppily into your silken sheets.
He knew.Â
But, well, feeling that thin excuse of rubber that was once coating his achy cock snap open - crashing his raw, leaky tip right against the bottom of your syrupy pussy, bruising - he certainly didnât have any regrets either.Â
âWhoops.â you hear Tojiâs ragged, unapologetic huff against your ear. Lips quirking up into a smirk when youâre looking up at him in question with those cockdrunk eyes of yours. âBroke the condom again.â he explains.Â
And as if to confirm, heâs sliding a calloused palm right down to the bulging area of your slit, sliding his eager fingers along the edge of that glossy piece of tattered rubber, âNow what do you suppose we do about that, ma?â
What?
And itâs all you can do to whirl your glassy gaze down at where he was already admiring. The sinful sight of your ravaged pussy winking lewdly up at you - puffy lips spread to bulge about his angry, red cock. Beading a sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his length, being swallowed up greedily. His raw length.Â
âTojiââ you hiss, digging the balls of your heels at those dimples down the bottom of his spine, making him hiss in delight. âYou bought the wrong ngh- brand of condoms? Again? This is the fifth time this week.â
And oh he found it so cute when youâre mad at him like this, pretending like your absolute slut of a cunt didnât just get wetter at the feeling of his cock throbbing against your walls. Milking him so good that he canât help but let his addicted hips move in lingering thrusts, jamming into your g-spot over and over like a little apology.Â
Heâs humming, âAccident- ouch!âÂ
The thick head of his cock pulses even deeper inside you when you give his muscled pecs a bratty smack. âFine fine- I may have uh- rushed jusâ a bit.â As if to wipe away that tiny bit of guilt in his words, Tojiâs hips are thrashing harder into you, merciless. âBut heyyyyââ he leans down to drag his lips against your own in a messy kiss. âYâknow what they say, when ngh- l-life gives you the wrong pack of condoms, give her a creampie.â
You narrow your eyes, âY-youâre such a-â
But within a millisecond, heâs dragging his swollen cock out of your snug cunt - barely, just enough to pull off those flimsy dredges of whatever was left of his condom after those bullying thrusts heâd been planting on your poor pussy.Â
âIâm jusâ being resourceful, womanâ Toji chokes out when you bite down on his collarbone at the audacity. Before plowing on, words dripping with faux-apology, âAhhh what to do, such a shame I forgot to get the r-right condoms. Whatever shall we do, ma?â
Before diving straight back into your heavenly entrance, purposefully taking his time to rub against every hidden nook and cranny of your walls. Toji throws his head back, defined abs bowing into you, âI know. How about this time insteada pulling out, you finally let me cum inside?â
And you knew Toji had such a mean cock, and fucked you even meaner. But fuck this was ridiculous.Â
âNgh- T-Toji!â youâre keening with every heavy smack of his balls against your stinging ass, being rocked further and further up the drenched mattress with the force of his sharp jabs. âYouâre lucky you feel too ngh- good this way.â
âHeh, see? What did I tell ya? Now fuckinâ come-â Thick fingers wrap around your hips, pulling your back down, down, down - deep to spearhead his cock into your sweet spots. â-here-â Rendering you unable to escape, unable to do anything but be splayed out like such a slut while heâs molding your cunt to the shape of his length. Frenzied. Crazed. The complete opposite of the smugly gentle kisses he presses to your teary cheeks, â-and take my actual cock like a good girl, doll. Lemme make you a mama.â
The thought has you letting out such pitiful whimpers, thighs quivering. âHah- mâgonna cum. Mâso close, Toji-â
Gripping him so tight you could feel the outline of his prominent veins, the sensitive spots along his shaft. Tojiâs brows furrow in concentration, letting out a sultry drawl of words, âYeah? Is this pretty pussy gonna cum?â He reaches down to toy a long index around your neglected clit, sending your eyes rolling back with a moan. âGonna be stuffed full of my seed like sheâs supposed to?â
You can only get out a few bleary nods, and usually Toji would tease you a little more - have you begging and crying. But right now heâs so fucked.Â
The feeling of your squeezing walls too tight, the crashing of his sensitive tip against your spongy g-spot too much that the only thing he can grit out is a low, âThen cum- cum fâme, doll.â
 He feels it before you realize youâre cumming, just running on wave upon wave of pure electricity running down your spine while Toji ruts into you so animalistically. Reeling back only for a few sloppy, solid half-thrusts - because you couldnât bear to separate too much from your cunt - before spilling into you.
And - oh, he was only mad he didnât do this sooner.
âOh this is the stuff- fuuuuck this- is- what I needed- take it.â Thick rope upon rope of his hot cum, decorating your saturated walls. So much that it was gushing out of you with each pump of Tojiâs hips fucking it deeper inside you - the thought of pulling out not even daring to cross his mind. Oozing. Messy. âTake it all. Make me a daddy again, why donât ya.â
After all, he did pick the wrong brand for a reason, right?
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Family matters!
The office can be loud - given, itâs hours past everyoneâs shift and you and Nanami were the only ones cooped up in his office working overtime right now.Â
But still, the office can be loud - which is why Nanami Kento isnât exactly sure he hears you correctly the first time. Not until you keep looking at him with that sultry, determined graze, spit-glossed lips moving to repeat, âI want a baby, Ken.â
It only takes three seconds for him to lock the door and shove you against the cool mahogany of his desk, bunching up that cute pencil skirt of yours at the waist. Which, Nanami thinks, unbuckling his expensive pants to swipe his angry tip between your slobbering slit, is three seconds too late in his opinion.
âYou really wanâ me to disrespect your cute cunt this way, my pretty lilâ wife?â heâs purring into your ear, just a soft reassurance before he absolutely fucking ruins you. âBecause mânot going hah- easy on you this time.â
And maybe youâre a genius, maybe youâre an idiot who doesnât know whatâs good for her - because you flash him a grin, âSo are ya gonna fuck me or not?â
Soon enough, that grin was turning into your jaw sagging open lewdly, drool trickling down the corner of your lips with every bullying squeeze of Nanamiâs massive cock inside you. Stretching out every inch of your gummy walls around his swollen girth.Â
âOh Godââ youâre moaning, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each harsh ram. Wiggling hips mindlessly torn between running away and fucking yourself back onto your husbandâs bludgeoning cock for more.Â
Heâs shutting you up with a gentle suck on your candied lips, humming into the kiss, âJusâ âKenâ works fine, my love.â
And it takes you a few seconds to register his remark - a few, dizzying seconds of being spearheaded by Nanamiâs fat tip. Roaming, heavy balls smacking the fat of your ass when he angles his hips just right to ruthlessly kiss against that one sweet spot he knows you love so much. Swirling his furious tip around to find-
âOh fuck!â
There.
Merciless. Nanami Kento is absolutely merciless.Â
And all you can do is scramble your jittery fingers towards his desk, his forgotten work documents, him - your body is moving before your heated mind when you reach behind to drag Nanami in closer by his yellow, speckled tie.Â
All the way until his plump lips were mere millimeters away from yours, âI actually think âdaddyâ would work better, no?â
Oh. Oh, fuck.
He was completely and utterly fucked.Â
It takes the both of you by surprise when a large hand comes up to your neck, thick fingers squeezing hard around your pretty throat. The cold metal of Nanamiâs wedding ring burning into your skin when he shuts up those filthy words of yours.Â
âKen-â
âShut up. Sh-shut up, darling Iâm- fuck Iâm-â is all Nanamiâs able to stutter out before his hips grow sloppy. And you could feel the way his twitching cock massaged at your plushy walls, the wet sounds of skin-and-skin becoming more and more languid before-
Nanami doesnât think heâs ever cum this embarrassingly fast in his life. Never did it only take him a few more mean, calculated thrusts into your heavenly cunt until heâs spurting thick wisps of his seed. Coating your poor pussy in a sheen of his cum - of him.Â
He whimpers, bending his long legs at the knees to grind up deeper into your, feeling the warm slosh of his own seed inside.Â
âFuck Kenââ you wheeze, throat raw from the unforgiving hand still around it. Vision spotty and you feel like floating - or maybe thatâs just the way Nanami had you lifting off the ground with each relentless ram. âGonna be the ngh- fuckinâ death of me.â
âHah, youâre gonna be the hngh- death of me.â he groans, free hand coming up to slide his glasses further up his nose. Shit, if Nanami angled his head just right he could see that sinful, sinful trail of cum down your legs. Glistening under the dim office lighting, forming a little pool right at that crevice between your thigh. âYeah oh fuck- mânot getting out of this alive. Not with you, darling.â
And oh you shouldâve known. Shouldâve had an inkling at the way Nanami was still achingly rock-hard between your legs. At the way he innocently grazes a thumb across your sloppy hole, pooling the heady mix of cum and slick on the pads of his fingers - before shoving them right back in. Skirting around that depraved shaft of his to squeeze whatever dredges of seed he could get his hands on back inside you.
It was making such a mess - with each bullying pump of Nanamiâs fingers at your dripping cunt, cum was gushing out of your wrecked hole. Slow, and torturous.Â
Exactly the way he was moving back inside of you now, reeling his toned hips back to smash right into your sweet spots. Dragging that orgasm out of you - out of him, âGotta make sure it takes, right?â
Suddenly, you have the feeling that itâs going to be a long, long night working overtime.
⥠GETO SUGURU - The egoist
âCâmon, gorgeous.â that low, satiny purr has your cunt quivering traitorously. âYouâre really gonna hold out on me like this?â
It takes every bit of willpower in you to tear your eyes from the absolutely sinful sight below you - because Geto Suguru was so unfairly pretty - even with his wrists tied helplessly below you to the bedposts. So delicately flushed a cute pink from his high cheekbones, right down to his thick, sobbing tip. Looking up at you through half-lidded, glassy eyes, peeking from under his long hair.Â
Hair you thread through to gather in a harsh grip, âMhm, Sugu, if youâre gonna be so cocky when mâletting you cum inside me then I jusâ hafta- ngh!â
Your foolish little threat is dying in your chest when your beloved boyfriend is wrenching his hips up. Having you teetering precariously, clinging onto his sculpted abs when he uses them to fuck his cock up into you slobbering cunt.Â
âHah!â his dark eyes widen in delight at the sight of how readily your slutty cunt was making way for him. Puffy folds being split apart to swallow every fucking inch he gives. âJust look at what a filthy lilâ cunt you have, my girl. So needy despite all your talk.â
âTh-thatâs cheating.â you tug on his soft silky restraints. Eyeing the way they were firmly digging into his milky skin. âMaybe I ah- wonât- let you-â
Another ragged jut of his hips, the thick curve of Getoâs swollen cock spearing into you, pulsing against your sensitive spots until you couldnât think. Heâs gasping, âNo!â Letting out such a pained grunt when your spongy walls cling onto him like a second skin. âNo no no no- jusâ fuck mâgonna have you begging for my cum.â
And if Geto had his hands untied you just knew heâd be gifting your sobbing cunt a punishing smack! So thatâs exactly what you do - letting out such a teasing whine of his name when you slap the pads of your fingers down across your sopping slit. Stopping right below your clit - exactly the way he does.
âStill real cocky, arenât you?â you purr, so sultry and low, sending a fresh wave of precum painting at your bruised cervix.Â
âFuuuck- you little minx. This wonât- ngh-â he hisses. âYouâre gonna fuckinâ regret holdinâ out on me.â
There it was again - that little accusation. The same little mantra thatâd been falling from Getoâs glossed-over lips ever since you tied his wrists together and straddled him after a few too many goading comments on how you wonât be able to âhandle himâ if he came inside.
Scoffing, âYeah yeah thatâs what a sore loser-â
Fuck, it seems heâs well and fully intent to not have you run your pretty mouth.Â
Pushing past your feeble little ring of resistance to draw at your honeyed walls. Running his angry tip along each and every sweet spot heâd so meticulously mapped out before.
âI warned you, gorgeous.â His breaths are wrenching out so strained, low groans leaving him with how your plushy walls were trying to suck out something delicious. âWarned you it was- ngh was gonna be too much. And now look at you.â Heâs chuckling, so utterly unapologetic. âFucked dumb and taking my cock like the slut you are. Howâd you feel about that, huh?â
Itâs so embarrassing.Â
Embarrassing how good you were feeling, stars behind your eyes every time Geto is smashing deep into your core. Embarrassing how you can barely even hold yourself up at this point, instead collapsing right into the valley between Getoâs pecs, lips drooling with need.Â
Embarrassing how you canât even answer his question.
And this is what makes him smile - full and content. Craning his head down to kiss softly at your slack lips, âThatâs what I thought. Now beg for it, beg for my cum.â
âWh-what?â you snap your eyes open. Moaning lowly at the drag and pull of his fat shaft, stretching out your narrow channel with each ram of his hips. Angling your boneless body just right for those tufts of black at his toned base to rub against your clit so obscenely.Â
âYou hear me. Or you canât hear as well as- ngh- speak now, huh? Beg for it.â
âNo.â
Geto falters his hips slowly at this, âBeg for it.â
âNo.â
Of course, this only makes him stop completely. Rolling his eyes in such a languid way at your clear disappointment, âThen fuck me yourself if you wanna be so mouthy.â
The result is - for Geto - the hottest fucking thing heâs ever seen. With you whining, tears springing to your eyes as you try to ride him as best you could. Yearning, craving for those bullying thrusts heâd been planting on your sweet spots. Ass jiggling when it smacks against his pelvis lazily, hips stuttering up and down his veiny cock, weeping your needy juices as you sob, âNo- please I take t- ngh- back. I want your cum, Sugu. Please?â
âThatâs more like it.â
And no sooner are the words out of your lips before Getoâs thrusting up into you haphazardly. Brows furrowed, abs screaming with the strain of just how hard he was pounding you. Again. And again - more to teach you a lesson, more to drive the two of you insane. Again and again and-
It only takes a few more of those lingering, ruthless kisses of Getoâs leaky tip against your g-spot for the two of you to be cumming.Â
Your gummy walls convulsing, sucking up every wet glob of cum shot against them, against your womb. Getoâs full, heavy balls filling you up in mere seconds with how much he was painting your poor cunt white. Dripping down the side of your pussy lips, creating such a mess all over his base that he just canât help but-
RIP!
Your back is hitting the mattress before you know it, Getoâs large figure looming over you- how? When did he-
âYa really thought those would stop me from-â he takes the time to spread open your trembling legs, spying down at the mess of cum leaking out of your gaping hole now. Thick, gushing dredges of him - all him. Heâs shuffling down, hot breath hitting your abused cunt, â-having my favorite meal?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Made for this.
Slam!
Youâre both jolting - you at the deafening sound of your best friendâs hand slamming down on the headboard, making it creak at the sheer power. Him at those sultry little words that had just left your glossy lips, sending all the blood in his body right down to where he was buried between your shaky legs.Â
Before you can react, Chosoâs looming his face closer - eyes wide, jaw sagging open, voice just a whisper when he asks, âWhat did you say?â
And through it all, itâs a wonder youâre managing to catch your breath. Because Chosoâs unforgiving cadence was barely letting up, pushing in long, solid strides of his hips to drag his fat cock against the plush of your gummy walls. âI-I said since itâs your first time nâ I wanna make this special, you should-â Looking him right in his pussydrunk eyes when you say, â-cum in me, Cho.â
Just like before, that honeyed request pulls out such a visceral reaction from him. His dewy eyes scrunch shut, thick tip kissing so deep inside your womb when he twitches animalistically. Sliding across to mark you from the inside out.Â
And somewhere in your fucked-out mind, you register the snap! of wood breaking above you, Chosoâs biceps flexing with movement. âFuuuck, baby, you canât hah- s-spring that on me like that.â
It was true - a few too many bad sex scenes on movie night, and a few too little lingering touches left you wanting more. Wanting to steal away your cute best friendâs virginity once and for all, and then some.
âWhy not?â you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently up at him. Making his poor jaw drop even further, hips stuttering forwards sloppily. âNo no no no, Cho. Youâre my best friend and you deserve the best.â youâre tutting, tightening your legs around his sculpted waist. Preventing any escape - as if he could ever want to run away from this heaven. âI need you to cum in me.â
It happens too fast for you to even register - before you know it, two large hands of Chosoâs are hoisting your limp legs up onto his toned shoulder. Upper half bending down, down, down until he had you folded in half in such a mean mating press.Â
âF-fuck donât-â he gasps out, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the lewd change in angle. The curving divot of his head brushing up against that hot g-spot of yours, raw with so many hits. Greedy eyes locked on the way your puffy cunt was swallowing him whole. â-donât say that! Was enough havinâ you offer your pretty lilâ cunt fâme to fuck.â
Smirking, âCum in me, Cho. Please?â
And fuck Choso was sure he was going to pass out this very second. Collapse on top of you like an utterly fucked ragdoll. But, no - and he doesnât know whatâs more embarrassing - instead, his heavy balls are squeezing sloppily, making such a mess of you inside when he streams out thick spurts of cum.
Eyes ringing, vision spotty when heâs pouring such heavy amounts to paint your cunt white. Itâs all he can do to breathe, âFuck- fuck fuck fuck mâcumming mâsorry mâcumming mâcumming- ah- ngh-â
âF-fuck yeah give it tâme.â you murmur heatedly, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth with each pump inside reaching your lungs. Sending dredges of seed slobbering down Chosoâs throbbing length, forming a pool at your inner thighs. âGive it all to me, youâre doing so good for your first time, baby.âÂ
Your honeyed praises stick to him like a veil of sin, having him shudder out little whines of your name. âNo mânot!â
âHm? Whatâre you fuuuck right there- what are you talking about? Yes, you are.â you thread your fingers through his long, damp locks. Pushing away the dark strands sticking to his forehead to connect it with yours, âDoing so good fâme.â
Chosoâs breaths come out in feverish puffs, and despite having velvety strings of his cum sloshing inside your walls right now, he was still hard. Still painfully hard with each overstimulated shove into your dripping cunt.Â
âDreamt of this for so long.â he drawls, ragged. A soft thumb coming down to draw on your clit, âBeen wanting you for so long nâ you have no idea. Mâ jus- fuck your pussy is just too perfect, my girl.â That little confession has you clenching around him so tight. Forcing Choso to hike up a knee to stretch your thighs so far apart it burned, letting him accelerate his hips. âToo much that I canât keep it- hah- together. Sâlike sheâs made fâme. Jusâ wanna fill you up until you canât take it- ngh-âÂ
A particularly harsh kiss to your sweet spot has Chosoâs seed oozing out of your puckered hole even more. So slutty in the way that you were still clamping down to milk the soul out of him all through it.Â
His pretty pink lips fall into a soft oh! at the sight. Movements languid, hypnotized when the erratic, slender fingers on your clit move down. Swirling at the treacled ring of cum around his hilt, where your pussy lips were mashing against his toned pelvis.Â
You have half the mind to wonder if Choso even realized what he was doing - whether he was even breathing - as he raises those fingers to your mouth. Immediately parting your kiss-bitten lips to suck his glossy fingers clean.
The eager, lewd squelches from above and below have him pushing your body up to thrust even harder - hissing, âOh you really ngh- made fâme.â
âWell thenâŠâ you start, muffled. And your tone already has Choso gulping. Waiting on your every word. âWhy donât you cum inside me again to make up for it and the broken headboard?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - HEIR
Now, itâs not often that Ryomen Sukuna feels threatened. Him? The infamous king of curses? Donât make him laugh, everyone knows that youâre his pretty lilâ slut, his favorite human.
But itâs times like this, with your pretty self sat where you belong - right on his fat, achy cocks, your limp legs dangling off his luxurious throne, crying and begging for him to just move - heâs reminded that maybe not everyone knows.Â
âPleeease, Kuna.â youâre dragging out of your throat, voice wrecked with need. âJusâ need to- to cum!â And he thinks itâs so adorable how youâre trying to fuck your hips up and down on his lengths, matching tips so thick that they rut against your sweet spots without even trying.Â
Itâs useless, with the tight, black-nailed grip he has on your stuttering hips. Making such a mess slobbering down his cocks.
âHmmm, I dunno if you deserve it, brat.â his smug facade is laced with something else - something dangerous now. âAfter allâŠâ heâs nosing down your racing pulse, breathing in as if he could smell the lust in your blood. â-you looked real cozy with that minister from earlier.â
Youâre gasping - whether from his words, or from the way his curved shafts twitch so furiously inside you, youâre not sure.Â
âWh-what?â
He scoffs, âYou know what mâtalkinâ about.â
And you did - unfortunately. Hazy mind showing off shreds of memories from that meeting you accompanied Sukuna to earlier today. The one where, despite being dangling off his arms the entire time, one unsavory new minister managed to throw a few crass remarks your way. Something about how good you must be and how heâd give you an-
âHeir.â Itâs all that Sukuna is spitting out before thrusting up into you. Deep, slow. Like he knew you were thinking about that little altercation today and wanted to fuck out every thought of it out of your pretty lilâ mind. âThat little scum had the audacity to talk to my woman about how heâd have an heir by now. As if Iâm not fucking you right.â
Two thick fingers come up to smush your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, spitting into your open mouth, âIâd have killed him if you didnât fuckinâ stop me, human.â
âB-because-â youâre crying out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with each smash of his fat tip against the bullseye of your g-spot, the other marking up your cervix. âI didnât want to cause a scene in front of-â
âSo what if I caused a scene?â Sukunaâs sharp canines are nipping down on your wobbly lower lip. The curve of his dicks stretching you so thin. Taut. Until your clingy walls molded to his shape. âDo you deny me the right to defend my woman? My future heir?â
The sopping wet sounds of your poor hole being ravaged are almost too loud for you to hear his last words. Almost.
You gasp, face lolling up from where they were pressed up against his sculpted pecs. âWait- future heir?â
And oh how Sukuna loved the sound of that on your lips. A raw groan curling up from his throat, biting his lip while he fucks you so thorough. So purposeful.Â
At this point the only thing youâre managing to get out are pitchy whines, being bounced up and down like some sextoy on the kingâs cocks. His massive girths tattooing your walls with each and every twin vein and ridge.
âMhm, ya like that?â Sukuna grins, slacking down the throne to jut his muscled abdomen upwards. âWanâ me to breed this cute cunt with my heir?â
The only response heâs getting are your nails raking red, angry marks down his tan skin, which clearly wasnât enough for him.
âI asked you a question, brat.â This earns you a sharp smack! to the fat of your ass, his nasty cadence only speeding up. Youâre barely even lucid anymore, just being slid along his towering lengths. âUse your words nâ fuckinâ tell- me-â
âHngh!â youâre screaming out at a particularly harsh jab against your g-spot. Big fat tears rolling down your cheeks when you mewl, âYes! Yes I wanâ it so bad, ngh- for you to fill me up. Breed me until- ngh until everyone knows.â
The honeyed grin youâre given is something you know doesnât bode well, Suknuaâs eyes darting somewhere behind you. But thatâs the last thing on your mind while he spits a thick glob of saliva on your cunt. Goading, âWell if youâre that desperate, woman.â
And itâs dizzying - if you thought Sukuna was fucking you thoughtless before then you werenât ready for right now.Â
âFuck.â he grits out. âYes that bastard got one thing right- I just wanna- oh-â And then heâs spitting, another steady stream of saliva right on your struggling cunt. âWanna breed this pussy- until they know mâthe one that fucks you right.â Heâs rubbing a palm along your stomach, drawing a line where he could feel the bulge of his swollen cocks. âHave you round and glowing with my heir.â Moving up, up, up to cradle your bouncing tits into his greedy mouth. âHave these hah- filled with milk. And have you filled with me. Theyâll all see you and see me. I did this.âÂ
Sukunaâs red, glowing eyes are the last thing you see before everything flashes white. And then youâre cumming - barely having the capacity to give a fair warning other than, âOh- f-fuck Kuna mâgonna.â
It takes you a moment to realize that he is as well. The squelches from your delicious cunt only increasing twofold when heâs gifting you with thick spurts of his seed. Too much. Both fat heads throbbing in staccato with your high, so furiously before theyâre erupting in a gush of pure white. Too much.Â
âAhhh yes, sâwhere you belong.â Sukuna breathes, voice a few octaves higher with how much he was still cumming. Hips thrusting to force such filthy movements to pump his potent seed deeper and deeper - sure enough to mark you from the inside out. âFucked dumb on mâcocks and hah- ready to make me an heir. One to kill off all the trash I canât.â Letting it slobber down onto his abs, pooling at the muscles. Hot loads overspilling from your tight pussy now. Shit, itâs a sight so sinful that Sukuna has to tear his eyes away to look at that slightly ajar door, brows quirking at the aghast face outside he meets. âWonât you agree, minister?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - âDo you hate me?â
âHuh- what?â youâre blinking, unsure if you even heard that correctly. Eyes darting from Gojoâs pouty pink lips to the way he was still bludgeoning his aching cock inside you, âOf course I donât, Toru? Whatâs with the- hah-â
Apparently, your answer wasnât good enough for the great Gojo Satoru, and itâs not long into your bumbling, half-drunk sentence before heâs smashing his fat tip purposefully against that honeyed g-spot he loved so much. Dragging out such cute moans from your throat while he babbles, âThen why are you- hah telling me to pull out?â
It takes everything in you to wrench your eyes open to meet his dead-serious expression, âWhat?â
Gojo scoffs at how fucking long it was taking your cockdrunk mind to comprehend him. Pushing your knee back further to spread your sopping cunt, squeezing his thick girth inside like some cocksleeve. âWhy-â he cuts himself off with a bullying little thrust. â-are you telling- me to fuckinâ pull out.â And he sounds so genuinely devastated, voice a pitch higher than normal, breaking ever-so-slightly at the end. âDo you hate me now, sweetheart?â
âYou fuckinâ-â youâre spitting. Nails digging into the sides of Gojoâs pale neck when youâre pulling him closer, hissing into his panting mouth, â-idiot. I told you to- ngh- to pull out because I donât trust that limitless of yours to work.â
âBut, my girlââ he whines, burying his face to lick up the crook of your neck. âDonâ wanna leave to ah- get condoms right now. Mâthe strongest, when has it not worked?â
And itâs like the sole reminder of this fact is enough to spur your boyfriend on even more, because with a ragged growl heâs falling back onto his thighs - taking your boneless body right along with him. Greedy pussy sat so pretty and needy around his cock, sinking deeper and deeper down every long inch.
You could barely even feel it - limitless. Just a slight, steady pulse of jujutsu, atoms standing at attention all around your tangled bodies. Â
âOh!â you keen at the feeling of Gojoâs heft veins making their mark all along your gummy walls. Gravity sliding you down his swollen cock until your puffy folds were meeting his sharp pelvis in a messy kiss. âY-youâre really not fuuuck- backing down, huh?â
As if to prove your point, a large palm comes up around your back, wrenching your two hands behind to pin them behind your back. Leaving you completely bare and helpless under his obscene will.Â
âNope.â Gojo hums, popping the âpâ. Flashing you a fucked-out grin - and oh he looks so pretty, so wrecked with his snowy locks disheveled, cheeks a blushing pink, lips spit-glossed and worried. âHow could I be when my girl- hngh feels like this?â
âSânot gonna-â
âIt is-â heâs interrupting in a syrupy tone, so drunk off the way you were complaining about his limitless but taking every thrust he gives so well. âSâgonna work- it will work hngh- trust me, sweetheart.â Thumbing apart your bulging swollen folds even further to toy over your pulsing clit, âShit- love it when you squeeze me like that. Hah- and you expected me to leave this nâ go get condoms fuckinâ right.â With every hungry thrust heâs gifting your poor pussy, Gojoâs mouth is running a mile a minute against your racing pulse. Heavy tongue lolling, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every passing millisecond youâre sucking the ever-loving soul out of him. âAs if Iâd wanna hah- leave this. Itâll work-â
Somewhere in-between the lingering ruts, a hand of yours runs through Gojoâs damp tresses, tugging on it to make him look. Difficult, somehow.Â
âToruâŠâ you grip harder on his soft strands, dragging him away from his little hiding spot. Relenting, heâs slowly raising his eyes to look at you and- âWhy are you-ïżœïżœ
Oh. Shit.
If you thought Gojo was ruined before then you werenât ready for this - his half-lidded eyes glowing, crackling with power, babbling lips sagging open in ecstacy. And if you didnât know any better youâd have thought that the lights in your bedroom flickered dangerously just a bit. He gasps, eyes boring into yours, âWhat- what was I sayinâ again?â
Oh he was so fucked - and you were, too.Â
Because your mouth is moving before your mind, feeling so dirty when you muse, âTold me how you were gonna- ngh- drop limitless nâ fill me up, Toruââ
Your jaw is prying open with his mean little tempo. Fat, greedy cock messing up your insides with how haphazardly he was spearing inside in weighty, animalistic thrusts. Leaving just enough time for that divot on his angry tip to peck at your sweet spots, before shoving his entire length back in and out again. Over and over and-
It only takes a mere split-second of Gojoâs limitless faltering, of him being enveloped in all your dripping heaven, before heâs cumming. And cumming so hard, gushing out so much in thick, hot streams of his heady seed.
Itâs filling you up from the inside, stretching your walls taut. Sloppy. Sinful. And you can do nothing but reach your high as well, flashes of white-hot pleasure behind your eyes. Or maybe that was Gojo.
His creamy white cum kissing you inside, drooling out of your ravaged hole with every mindless push of his hips. Forcing it deeper and deeper and oh fuck, he could do this forever. Fuck condoms. Fuck limitless. He tells you that - rattles it off into your open mouth a little over fifteen times watching the coating of his cum pool a glossy sheen down your legs. Sloshing down in thick, lewd globs.
âTold you so.â you scoff.Â
âThat- that was just the practice round! Best out of three?â
â...â
A/N. Picked the title out for no purpose other than self-indulgence Iâm ngl.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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also the feeling of thinking you bit off more than you can chew but then you start doing the thing and you go oh this isnt as bad as i thought.
#this is abt the fic. the sections are about the same length that i thought they would be#but also. shorter too. bc i assumed i would go over. and one of them was a whole 30 words under estimated which đ exciting news#of course im gonna regret saying this when it comes time to like. actually reread some stuff bc i am gonna have to do that. but. progress!#almost halfway done the goal for tn is to get to that halfway point đ who knows maybe new post by new years đ#roxy talks
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the alchemy
Mob!Bucky x ReaderÂ
Run-through: About a decade ago you left your home and ran away, looking for a fresh start after having had your heart broken by the boy you loved. Now youâre back and turns out Bucky Barnes â the same man who once broke your heart â is adamant on tormenting you some more. But why? Why does he want you back at all cost when he was the one who once pushed you away and crushed your heart like it meant nothing to him? What secrets has he been keeping for almost a decade? Most importantly, what truly happened that night he broke your heart?Â
Themes: forced marriage/marriage of convenience, angst, mob!bucky, metal arm, fluff, smut, possessive!bucky, childhood friends-to-enemies-to-lovers trope, bratty!reader, mentions of violence, explicit language, slow burn-ish, HEAÂ
a/n: new mob!bucky pics droppedâ
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âI do.â You said in a sombre voice, with blood dripping from the cut on your lip as you sealed your fate and married your worst enemy.Â
Buckyâs face was bleeding too, your nails had done some damage earlier when you both got into a physical altercation like wild animals. You nearly smirked when you realised he looked worse than you did.Â
Then again you both looked like you went through hell as you stood here, at this makeshift altar, in the middle of what used to be the foyer of your fatherâs mansion before Bucky and his men shot at it until it was nothing but rubble, broken glass, and cracked marble.Â
Messy hair. Cuts and bruises all over your bodies. Dishevelled clothes. Your white jumpsuit had your own bloodstains on it, and his all black suit was torn in certain places. But he looked every bit the man they say he is. Dangerous. Cold, dark presence. The large bruise on his jaw was beginning to get darker now, thanks to the many punches from you. His near shoulder length hair was surprisingly looking neat. It pissed you off.Â
You looked like a mess too. And for a brief second, as his blue eyes looked down at your throat, you knew he could see a matching bruise forming around your neck from when heâd pinned you down to the floor earlier with that damned metal arm.Â
No one was dead, none of your people and none of his. Thankfully. But right now, as you married the man standing in front of you, you felt dead inside.Â
âYou may now kiss the bride.â Was all you heard and you remained still as Bucky grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him.Â
You resisted for a moment, but then he pulled you harder until your chests collided and you had no choice but to remain pressed against him. âIâm tired of these games, princess.â He hissed in a lowered voice, looking down at you with his merciless blue eyes.Â
You stared back at him with equal contempt. âYouâre gonna regret this, Barnes.â You sneered, in a hushed voice. Not that the injured family members and men surrounding you â both his men and your fatherâs guards who stood and watched the show in disbelief and shock would mind the disrespect for each other in both your tones â but you didnât want to add to the ridiculousness of this situation.Â
âOh?â He taunted with a faint smirk. Only then did you notice the small cut on his upper lip. It brought you a little solace. âYouâre my wife now, you will do as I say.âÂ
The bitterness in your tone matched his as you said, âWeâll see about that, husband.âÂ
You could tell heâd accepted the unspoken challenge, and he would do anything to win. After all, everything was a game to Bucky Barnes. He didnât care who he used, who he manipulated, or who he tossed aside. He paraded around like he owned this world and everything and everyone in it.Â
Bucky scoffed then leaned in to kiss you, hard. It wasnât a loving kiss in any way. It was possessive though. Like he was putting on a show for whoever was watching, making sure everyone in this dilapidated room understood that you were his now.Â
You kissed him back, angrily. You despised him. Your entire family did. But they couldnât save you this time. Buckyâs attack was unexpected. Your guards were unprepared. You were the last line of defence and this⊠union was necessary. You had to offer something, anything. Otherwise Bucky and his guys threatened to burn down your half of the city and turned it to ash immediately.Â
But it wasnât always like this. Your families used to be allies. You actually grew up with Bucky, he tolerated you enough back then and you had always had a crush on him.Â
Then that night happened almost a decade agoâŠÂ
It was your twentieth birthday party, and your father made an announcement which you were not ready for.Â
He announced to the ballroom filled with important people that you were to marry Bucky, and that both families were beyond happy to transform their friendship into something more solid through this alliance.Â
You remained frozen in place for long minutes after that announcement was made, even though your heart raced like never before. No one had told you about this, but judging by the way your family hugged and congratulated Buckyâs family you understood that this was all planned.Â
You kept that smile on your face though, as people walked over to congratulate you. You looked around and tried to find Bucky in the crowd to see if he knew about this but he was nowhere to be found.Â
You were certain he was here just a moment ago, leaning against one of the pillars and brooding as always. And heâd just disappeared.Â
The announcement made your heart flutter incessantly. After all, youâd always had a huge crush on Bucky. How could you not? He was the boy you grew up around, he had pretty eyes and nice hair. Sure he was broody and rarely ever smiled but you liked how it suited his bad boy personality. And your young heart was weak for the handsome boy with tattoos and blue eyes.Â
After people were done congratulating you, you discretely walked out of the party and decided to look around and try to find Bucky. You hated how giddy you were. Sure, Bucky was broody and rarely ever laughed. He spent his entire time glaring at you then getting jealous when you talked to other guys. But you had liked him since forever.Â
You looked all over your fatherâs mansion. Bucky was nowhere to be found indoors. So⊠maybe the pool area outside? You started walking in that direction, feeling like a princess in your white ball gown as you walked down an empty hallway, a faint smile on your face as you looked for the man you were meant to marry soon.Â
Maybe Bucky knew about this announcement. Maybe he was okay with it. Maybe this would be your fairytale in real life, you thought. Maybe youâd melt his frozen heart and everything would be perfect. Maybe he liked you back all along and you just never knew!Â
â...marry her?âÂ
Your smile vanished as you stopped right before you stepped outside onto the patio. Was that Buckyâs voice? Was he talking to someone? You quietly stepped closer, hiding behind the plants as you tried your hardest to listen to what he was saying.Â
You could see him, standing on the black tiles by the pool. He had his back to you, and he held a phone to his ear. His broad shoulders and lean waist accentuated by how well that black suit moulded to his muscular body. You watched as he ran his fingers through his short black hair in frustration.Â
Who was he talking to?Â
âNo!â He barked at the phone. âDid you not listen to what I just said? I donât want to do this!â He yelled, not bothering that anyone around might hear him. âI tried to talk them out of it! This is so fucking stupid!âÂ
You blinked in surprise, unable to process what you were hearing.Â
âI donât care what I have to do, but I will not marry her.â He said with enough venomous certitude that a silent tear fell down your face.Â
All your previous delusions turned to nothing but heavy disappointment. It made you feel stupid. This gown felt stupid. The diamonds around your neck, around your wrists and in your hair felt stupid. How stupid of you to think this was all going to end well? How stupid of you to think your childhood crush actually meant something? How stupid of you to think that there was a chance he liked you back? Of course he didnât. He wouldnât have ignored you for years if he did.Â
You couldnât stop the sudden sob that escaped your mouth. Afraid that he might have heard, you took a few steps back and hid behind a nearby, tall potted shrub.Â
Things were quiet for a moment or two. You heard him whispering so quietly you couldnât make out what he said. Your face burned in embarrassment at the thought of him finding you here. You already felt stupid and childish, you didnât want to get caught eavesdropping in this situation.Â
But then he resumed talking on the phone. You couldnât risk moving to look at him so you remained hiding, and listened. Your heart broke with each word that left his mouth.Â
âAnd sheâs so blind she doesnât even see it.â He hissed, louder this time. âI barely tolerate her. Her whiny, and bratty attitude. I mean sheâs a grown woman and still acts like sheâs daddyâs little princess.â He scoffed. âYou shouldâve seen her today, she looks like a kidâs toy with that ridiculous dress on.âÂ
More tears streamed down your face as you heard nothing but distaste and irritation in his voice. This was the boy you had a hopeless crush on? This is what he thought of you?Â
You didnât need to hear more. This was more than enough to completely break you so you turned around and quietly walked back down the same hallway. You wiped your tears, and put a fake smile on as you went back to your party. This time with a plan in your head.Â
You endured the party with a heavy heart. Faked some more smiles until it ended. You didnât see Bucky again for the rest of the night, which was good. By the early hours of the morning, everyone had left. You wandered around that empty ballroom like a ghost that night. For hours. Thinking, plotting. It was clear Bucky didnât want this. And now neither did you. But your families had announced it. So what exactly could you do?Â
By the time the sun rose, you had already written a note to your father and left it on his desk. By the time the sky brightened, your bags were packed and you were already driving out of the mansion grounds. And you knew that by the time your father would go into his office and find that note, you would already be on a plane, on your way out of here.Â
You didnât give too many details in the note. You simply said that you were leaving, not knowing when or if youâd be back.Â
Truth was, you had no solid plans. All you knew was that you needed to get away from home.Â
You didnât know that when youâd return home â almost a decade later, so much would have changed.Â
Your father was angry. Livid actually, that youâd been away for years without contact. You briefly explained why you needed to leave. And how youâd been able to make a name for yourself elsewhere. But after he was done berating you for what you did when you were twenty and stupid, he filled you in on all that youâd missed in the past decade almost.Â
Some important points were: your family and Bucky were no longer allies, but were now each othersâ worst rivals but no one knew that. The city was now secretly divided â your family ruled and controlled one side, and Bucky ruled the other.Â
âItâs just him now?â You had asked, and your father nodded.Â
âA lot happened after you left, actuallyââ
A loud noise cut him off. Rounds of bullets shot at the windows of the house, from all sides it seemed. And it was pure chaos. You could hear your guards fighting back, but even by just hearing the commotion you could tell you were severely outnumbered.Â
But whoever it was, they werenât shooting at anyone, just at windows â making enough noise to get your attention and to get you to come outside.Â
You marched out of the room despite your father ordering you not to. And you were halfway down the grand stairs when he walked in and spotted you immediately with a smug look on his face.Â
Bucky. Walked in like he owned the place. He stopped in the middle of the foyer, which was now ruined. Bits and pieces of concrete and glass all over the marble floor. Flower pots destroyed, the gilded mirror in pieces as well. He made a mess of the home you grew up in and you almost shot him right in the heart there and then.Â
Here was the man who once broke your heart after making you think for years that maybe you had a chance.Â
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â You hissed. You could hear your father coming to a stop on the landing several steps behind you. He was unprepared. You were armed with only one handgun tucked into your pocket. Your guards were outnumbered. This was a shitshow.Â
The guards â his and yours â stopped firing and now just stood all over the place on high alert. And you knew, deep down in your gut you just knew something which you werenât ready for was about to happen.Â
âI see youâre finally home, princess.â Bucky just gave you a cold smile and shoved his hands in his pockets. The action drew your attention to one specific thing. The metal arm. You frowned at it in confusion, but didnât react.Â
But that word⊠âprincessâ brought back memories which chased you out of this place. And it only fueled your anger.Â
âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
He lifted his nose slightly in the air, like the arrogant prick he had always been. âIâm here to collect what I was promised.â His voice was strong and confident. âA bride. Now you have a choice, princess. Either we do this in peace and no one gets hurt, orâŠâÂ
He didnât even have to finish his sentence because on cue, one of his guards sneakily appeared on the landing behind you, holding a gun to your fatherâs head. You froze for a moment. The look on your fatherâs face made everything so serious all of a sudden. You had to be extra careful here.Â
âYou wouldnât.âÂ
He scoffed, âWouldnât I?âÂ
You argued, âItâs been almost a decade.âÂ
âI donât care. We were supposed to marry each otherâ,âÂ
You cut him off, âYes, and you didnât want that, did you? I heard you on the phone that night.â You finally confessed. âBy the pool. I remember every single word that came out of your fucking mouth. So donât come here acting like youâre entitled toâ,âÂ
âYou think you know everything, donât you?â He smirked, shaking his head. âIs that why you ran away? And didnât come home for a decade? Because you spied on me that night and didnât like what you heard?âÂ
That did it. One moment you were standing on the stairs, afraid that your father might get hurt and the next you had your gun out and shot right at his metal arm, knowing it wouldnât hurt him but it would make him lower his guard for just a second.Â
And that one second was enough to jump him and punch him right in the jaw. Fuck, it hurt but it also felt so damn good. All those years youâd been away, you were also training in your free time. And you knew you were good at combat.Â
But so was he. A few punches in and he managed to throw you down on the floor and pin you to the ground with that same metal hand around your throat, keeping you in place. You didnât know why his guards just stood and did nothing, as though they had been ordered not to shoot at anyone here.Â
But you werenât under any such orders, so you managed to land another punch to his jaw before he yelled, âEnough!â Right in your face. âStop this shit, or I swear toâ,âÂ
You cut him off by punching him again, trying to get free the moment you felt his metal hand get loose around your throat. He growled in annoyance and tightened his grip.Â
âYouâre like a wild fucking animal. Stop!âÂ
You gritted your teeth at the insult and scratched his face exactly like how a wild animal would. You tried everything, tried to punch him again, tried to scratch down his neck and arms which only tore his shirt instead of his skin. You went for yet another punch and only then did you feel another pair of arms â one of his guards â pulling your hands away from his face. You thrashed and tried your hardest to break free but you couldnât and ended up biting your own lip rather badly in the process.Â
âI fucking hate you, Bucky Barnes!â You hissed, defeated, and now with a bleeding, throbbing cut on your lip which matched his.Â
Bucky kept his hand around your neck as he leaned in menacingly and whispered, âHate me all you want, princess. But you will marry me. Right here. Right now.âÂ
And thatâs how you found yourself kissing your husband, in the foyer of your fatherâs ruined mansion. With your helpless father, and the many guards as witnesses.Â
You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and angrier than earlier. Jaws clenched, you were ready to tackle him to the ground again, maybe actually shoot him with your gun this time, but he spoke before you could say anything.Â
âLetâs go.â He spoke, and like the loyal followers that they were, all of his guards silently walked out of your house. And Bucky grabbed your hand firmly in his and began pulling you out of the house as well.Â
You resisted again. âWait! You brute!â You pulled your hand away from his and ran back up the stairs to your father. âI ruined everything, Iâm sorry.âÂ
He just hugged you and told you to be careful and be smart. And that he forgives you. You promised youâd come to see him soon. And then you left, refusing to take Buckyâs hand again as you walked out of your fatherâs house.Â
You needed to think. You couldnât fight him right now. Besides, itâs not like you married him legally. All Bucky wanted was to make a scene and you let him. For now. Youâd need some time to come up with a plan and decide what needed to be done. But for nowâŠÂ
âIf youâre thinking about running away and disappearing for a decade again, you better stop. Youâre not getting away this time. You hear me?â Bucky spoke, sitting next to you in the backseat of his car as the driver drove to his side of the city, to his house surely. That authoritative tone of his made you want to scratch his face again.Â
âYou seem to be under the impression that youâre in control here, Barnes. Just know, I could still shoot you right now if I wanted to.â You didnât look at him, you looked out the window. At the city that had changed in your absence.Â
âOuch.â He faked his surprise. Then proceeded to put his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest, leaning down he whispered into your ear, âThatâs not a nice way of treating your new husband, now is it?âÂ
You gave him a fake smile, ignoring the way your brain thought he smelled delicious, and reached into your pocket to pull out your handgun. Placing the cold barrel right under his chin you said, âTry me, husband.âÂ
The driver cleared his throat in nervousness and you didnât want to traumatise the man so you pulled your gun away but left it in Buckyâs line of sight. He pulled away then, pulling his hand away from your shoulders but placed his metal hand on your thigh. A possessive move.Â
Yet that didnât bother as much. But the metal hand? Where did that come from? What happened while you were gone?Â
He answered your questions voluntarily. âGot caught in a crossfire. I got shot too many times, the arm was beyond saving. So I had the metal arm made. Itâs a very intricate technology, but it works just fine.â He said, flexing the hand on your skin.Â
You didnât miss the hidden sexual connotation in that last part of his sentence. And you certainly couldnât ignore the way your body responded to the cold, metal touch. It looked⊠badass. Not that you would ever tell him.Â
You tried to look out the window again, but his touch on your thigh was more distracting than you wanted it to be. It was all you could focus on. Just to stop thinking about it you said, âI donât have any of my things.âÂ
âItâs all been taken care of. Donât worry.â He answered, looking down at his phone. Acting like he didnât know his hand on your thigh was messing you up.Â
Still you frowned at his answer, âWhat do you mean itâs been taken care of?â Then you paused and thought about it for a moment, âDid youââ You sighed, âYou knew I was coming, didnât you? Did you have people spying on me?âÂ
He shrugged, âYou thought I would let my betrothed be out there in the world without keeping an eye on her?â He scoffed, looking up from his phone for a brief moment, âOf course I did. I know everything about you. I even know all about that secret, women-only army you created.â He added, âI was half expecting them to pop out of nowhere earlier at your fatherâs house.âÂ
You were in disbelief. This whole time you thought youâd hid well. But no.Â
âWhere are they anyway? Your girls?â He asked, and for once it didnât sound like a taunt. It sounded like he was genuinely curious.Â
âProbably out hunting and beheading men who think they can get away with forcing women into marrying them by threatening to kill their fathers.â You gave him another one of your fake smiles, âIâve trained them well.âÂ
Bucky smiled back. âWell good. When they get here to try and free you, we could unite our forces. Weâll be untouchable then, you and I. I have the money and you have an army.â He winked. âUltimate power couple.âÂ
âYou wonât get away with this, Barnes.âÂ
He looked out of the window and said, âI just came to collect what was promised to be mine that night.âÂ
You argued, bitterly, âOh we both know what happened that night.âÂ
âI do.â He said, âBut do you? Do you really?âÂ
You remained quiet for a moment. This was the second time he questioned your knowledge of what truly happened that night. As if you hadnât heard him loud and clear on that phone call.Â
âYouâ,âÂ
He cut you off and looked out the window as he said, âWeâre home.âÂ
It had been a long day. And you were running out of energy so instead of arguing some more, you just followed him out of the car and remained stunned for a moment as you looked at his house. It wasnât his family home. This one seemed new.Â
It was just as large as your fatherâs mansion, just a lot more contemporary compared to the more Georgian architecture-inspired one you grew up in.Â
Buckyâs house sat on a sprawling green and pristine property. It was a perfect blend of sleek architecture and a glass house, which allowed the right amount of privacy but also allowed glimpses of the warm, farmhouse inspired interior. Even from outside you could tell it was homey and bright inside.Â
Before you could get a word out, you felt his hands on you again. You tensed up and almost hit him again in defence but before you could, Bucky was carrying you bridal style â literally â and marching towards the large doors of his ridiculously pretty home.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You questioned, squirming just a little in the intimate embrace.Â
âTraditions,â He said, looking down at you, âCanât have you trip at the doorstep and risk bringing bad luck into our marriage.âÂ
You frowned at him, reluctantly wrapping your arms around his neck for support. âYou say âour marriageâ like itâs gonna be a real thing. It wonât, Barnes. Iâll be out of here before youâ,âÂ
He used you to push open the door and the warm interior of the home shut you up. For some reason you never imagined someone like Bucky would live in a house that actually looked like a home. You pictured him living in some villainâs lair.Â
But this was⊠beautiful.Â
You squirmed into his arms until he finally set you down carefully. You stood there for a minute, in the foyer, just looking around. Then you couldnât help but say, âIt would be a real pain if someone just started shooting at the windows of your house like a madman, wouldnât it?â You waved your gun in front of his face.Â
âIâll send people over tomorrow morning to fix your fatherâs house.âÂ
âYou donât even sound apologetic.â You scoffed.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
You narrowed your eyes at him. âWas it necessary? To shoot at my house like that? You couldnât just, I donât know, ring the doorbell to get me to come outside? You absolutely had to be a child?âÂ
He smirked then said, âFirst of all, that isnât your house anymore. This is where you live now, and you will call this your home. Second of all, why blame me when you acted just as childish when you decided to run away all those years ago? Third of all, I did it because, well, I do like some drama.âÂ
You couldnât not believe him. âYou amaze me with your stupidity, Barnes.âÂ
âYou amaze me with your bratty attitude, Mrs. Barnes.âÂ
You stepped closer to him, slow and in a threatening manner. âDonât call me that.âÂ
âDonât call me that.âÂ
You sighed, âYou know youâre still that little boy who used to bully everyone when we played as kids.âÂ
He clarified, âNo, I bullied you because you were annoying. Everyone else was fine.âÂ
âI hate you.â You said with enough hostility you hoped it would shut him up.Â
It didnât. âWell, see.â He took your hand in his and said slowly as if talking you down, âThatâs something weâll work on together as a couple.âÂ
You pulled your hand away and were so tempted to justâÂ
âCome,â he said, âIâll show you where our room is.â You began protesting immediately but he cut you off by saying, âStop being fucking difficult. Weâre married now, act like it.âÂ
âI want a separate room!âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âIâm not sleeping with you!âÂ
âThen donât. But you will sleep in my bed. Like my wife should.âÂ
âYouâre a fucking animal!â You tried tugging your hand free from his grasp.Â
Bucky had had enough. So he pinned you to the nearest surface, which happened to be the closed door of his bedroom. He grabbed both your wrists in his metal hand and pinned them above your head. His face was just inches away from yours, and he stared deep into your eyes.Â
Your mind immediately went to that harsh kiss youâd shared earlier. And you hated how your body squirmed just as the thought of it. You refused to think about it any more, but his mouth was just so, so close. The cut on his lip, the slight stubble on his cheek and around his mouth, the texture of his skin, you were picking up on details youâd missed.Â
Bucky spoke in a calm, deep voice which sent shivers down your spine. âLetâs be adults here, okay? You stop acting like a brat, and Iâll stop treating you like one.â He said, pressing his chest into yours. âItâs been a long day, and I know youâre running out of energy as well so stop resisting me. If I was an animal, I wouldâve dragged you to bed right now and wouldâve made you mine in every sense of the word.â He whispered, his voice cold and dangerous. âBut Iâm not. So you will walk into this room, and head straight for a warm shower and after youâre done weâre gonna clean these wounds. Am I clear?âÂ
You nodded quickly, like an idiot entranced by his gorgeous voice.Â
âUse your words, princess. Am I clear?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âGood. Letâs go.âÂ
âÂ
You leaned against the counter, wrapped in a fluffy robe and another towel wrapped around your wet hair, and Bucky was cleaning the cut on your lip.Â
His wounds were all cleaned. It looked like he had used a different shower while you were in here. His long hair was damp and tied into a small bun, with strands of his dark hair falling on either side of his face. He had changed into a tight black t-shirt and PJ trousers. It was frustrating to look at him. Because he looked so damn good.Â
Last time youâd seen him was when he was a twenty year old boy. Heâd changed since. He seemed taller somehow. Or maybe it was just the muscles making him look bigger.Â
You couldnât look away from the metal arm. And the intricate details on it.Â
âAre you hurt anywhere else?â He asked, throwing the used cotton balls and napkins in the trash can.Â
You didnât miss the way he was being gentle all of a sudden. Calm voice, calm movement. Very different from the man whoâd forced you to marry him just hours ago.Â
âNo.â You answered, turning around to look in the mirror. The bruise on your neck was very much visible now. You didnât notice Bucky approaching you again, you didnât notice how close he got, not until he reached out and touched your neck with his warm fingers.Â
And for the first time, he sounded genuine when he said, âIâm sorry. About that.âÂ
You met his eyes through the mirror and remained quiet for a moment. For a brief moment you thought back to that night. What if you hadnât heard him on the phone? What if you had married him back then? Would this be a normal, daily thing? Sharing a bathroom, a bed?Â
âI punched you. Multiple times. This makes us equal.âÂ
Bucky scoffed, then nodded. Then said, âCome to bed when youâre done.â And left you alone in the bathroom.Â
Shit. You stared at yourself in the mirror. What a day. All you wanted was to pay your father a visit and maybe spend some days at home and then fly back to where you came from. Having your fatherâs house be attacked, getting married, and having to share a bedroom with the man who once broke your heart⊠yeah, all that wasnât in the plan.Â
You changed into some comfy PJs Bucky had brought you earlier and walked out into the bedroom. You found Bucky on his phone again, standing by the foot of the bed.Â
âWhich side do you sleep on?â He asked, not looking up from his phone.Â
âUh, right.â You answered, because for some reason now he felt the need to ask for your opinion.Â
Bucky didnât say a word as he moved to the left side of the bed and peeled back the covers before getting in. Like this was just another day. Like this was normal. You awkwardly walked to your side of the bed and just stood there for a moment.Â
âJust get in bed. I wonât touch you.âÂ
He didnât even look at you as he spoke and, well, the lack of attention from him bothered you. Oh what the hell. You pulled the covers and got under them. You curled onto your side, with your back facing him.Â
Soon, you heard him click something and all the lights turned off. You sensed movement behind you but that was it. He didnât touch you. In fact, there was so much distance between you two that your back felt cold. And now that annoyed you as well.Â
You couldnât sleep.Â
An hour went by, you still couldnât sleep.Â
Another hour went by, and now youâd begun tossing and turning so much that you heard Bucky groaning.Â
âWill you stop that?âÂ
âI canât sleep.â You mumbled.
âDonât make it my problem. Stop moving.âÂ
âWow. Some husband you are.âÂ
Silence. Then you felt your body sliding across the bed as Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his warm chest.Â
âWhat theâ,âÂ
âShh.â He cut you off, his warm breath tickling your cheek as he spooned you from behind. âItâs cold. We could both use the warmth. Now go to sleep.âÂ
You scoffed, but didnât move. âYour fancy house doesnât have a thermostat? Fix the temperature.âÂ
âI like this better.âÂ
âI better not find your hands wandering.âÂ
You moved around for a bit, finding a comfortable spot. Then you moved some more and Bucky tightened his arm around you and whispered into your ear, âStop wiggling against my cock. I understand itâs our wedding night and all but Iâm too tired to do anything.âÂ
Your face burned in embarrassment. You tried to put some distance between your bodies, even though you liked his body heat, but thankfully Bucky pulled you right back.Â
âDid I say you can move?â He chided.Â
âWhat now, I need your permission to get comfortable in bed?âÂ
âBrat.âÂ
âAsshole.âÂ
âÂ
You didnât know when you fell asleep at night. But the heat from Buckyâs chest definitely helped. It mustâve been that. And in the middle of the night, you mustâve searched for more heat. That was probably the only reason why you woke up and found yourself sprawled all over him, face into the crook of his neck and both your hands under his shirt, legs tangled with his.Â
âYou call me an animal. But look at you. Touching me while I was sleeping.â He mumbled. âShameless.âÂ
You pulled away so fast, but then regretted it. Because now you missed his warmth. You shivered even under the covers. âWould it kill you to keep your damn house a little warmer?âÂ
He just yawned and got out of bed. âGet ready.â He said, âWe might have a guest coming over. And you have to be a good little wife and play host.âÂ
âFuck you.âÂ
âOh you will.â He teased, âSoon.â Then he winked and walked out of the room.Â
Well, he at least was giving you some privacy and let you have this bathroom all to yourself. Screw his and his mind games. First he barges into your house, forces you to marry him, then cuddles you to sleep.Â
You caught yourself frowning multiple times while you showered, did some skin care, and found the closet on the other side of the room. You werenât even surprised when you found a whole section filled with all you could need. All the shoes seemed like they would fit you, all the outfits as well.Â
Nothing fazed you anymore. Not even the fact that your new husband might be a bit of a stalker. How else would he know your underwear size!? And there were drawers full of them.Â
You tried not to worry too much as you got dressed. You were gonna get out of here soon anyway.Â
Once dressed and ready for the day, you got downstairs and immediately heard Buckyâs voice, along with another voice. They were laughing over something. You found out where they were and approached the high-ceilinged, charming, farmhouse-inspired kitchen which blended with a spacious, cosy dining area.Â
The other man had his back to you, but you knew that voice. Even though you hadnât heard it in years.Â
âSam?â You couldnât help but call out, lingering by the large doorway. Bucky remained leaning against the kitchen counter with a coffee mug in his hand, while Sam got up from where he sat at the breakfast counter.Â
He turned around and his familiar, warm brown eyes met yours. He gave you a comforting smile. You, Sam, and Bucky all grew up together, along with some other kids from families similar to yours. And Sam had always been a sweetheart. Youâd missed him.Â
So you didnât even hesitate to walk right into his arms once he opened them, wanting a hug. You squeezed him tight and said, âI thought Iâd never see you again, Sammy!âÂ
Sam hugged you back just as tight, âI canât believe I havenât seen you in almost a decade.â He pulled away to look down at you before giving you a loud kiss on the cheek. Safe to say, he was just as handsome as he was when you left this place. âHow have you been?âÂ
You looked over Samâs broad shoulder and found a broody Bucky. âIâve been better.âÂ
Sam got really serious, and was about to say something but Buckyâs voice rumbled from behind. âThatâs enough hugging and smooching. Sam, stop touching my wife.âÂ
âOoh, your wife.â Sam teased, before letting go of you and letting you walk out of his arms. âFirst of all, why didnât you tell me you two were planning to get married this whole time?â He asked Bucky in an accusatory tone. âMy childhood friends got married and I wasnât even invited.âÂ
Sam sat back down at the breakfast counter, so he didnât see the questioning stare you sent Bucky. So Sam wasnât aware of the circumstances under which you got married? Of course he didnât. Nobody knew, and Bucky wasnât about to tell anyoneÂ
âIt all happened so quickly, Sam.â You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as you said, âBucky was⊠impatient. Even my father didnât have time to prepare much. It all just, you know, happened.â You spoke as you helped yourself to some breakfast, taking a seat at the table where you could see both men well.Â
You didnât miss the way Buckyâs jaws kept clenching and unclenching as you tiptoed the line between telling the truth and lying to Sam.Â
âYeah,â Sam agreed, âI know how impatient he can be.â He glared at Bucky, who shook his head in disbelief.Â
âI take it you two work together now?â You only asked because you remember how the parents would always talk about how wonderful it would be if these two boys worked together. Apparently they made a great team back then.Â
âWe do.â Bucky answered, placing his mug down before turning around and began chopping some things.Â
âYou see,â Sam began explaining in a playful tone. âAfter everything happened, Bucky was all along. Poor little princeling with no guidance and a kingdom to run.â You saw Bucky shaking his head at Samâs words. Sam continued, âSo I knew I had to step in and become his mentor. He wouldnât have survived without me.âÂ
You made a mental note to ask about what âeverythingâ he was referring to, but couldnât help but smile at the camaraderie between them, despite it all. Sam had always been a good company. He was the sun rays filtering through dark clouds, and Bucky was the dark, gloomy day who needed the sunâs brightness.Â
âWouldnât have survived.â Bucky muttered, mocking his friend. âYou helped me train sometimes. You introduced me to people. Thatâs about it.â He clarified, bringing over a bowl of chopped fruit over to you and pushed it towards you without a word said.Â
You liked fruits for breakfast. And you assumed he remembered. But he did it all too casually. As if he did it every day. You didnât want to cause a scene so you accepted the bowl quietly.Â
âThatâs about it?â Sam shook his head, then turned to you. âI took care of him like a parentâ,â
âNo you didnât. YouââÂ
ââand this is how he treats me. I shouldâve let you bleed out from that bullet wound that one time. Maybe you wouldnât be here disrespecting me then.âÂ
You chuckled, clearly on Samâs team. Bucky didnât like that. âWhat about my wife then? Who would be taking care of her?âÂ
âI would.â Sam answered without missing a beat. âWe all know if not you then I was gonna marry her.â He turned to you, knowing damn well he was gonna get a reaction out of Bucky any time now. Sam lived to mess with Bucky after all. He always did, ever since you were all kids. âWouldnât you have married me if Bucky had died?â He asked you with that mischievous smile on his face.Â
âIâ,âÂ
âYou answer that and youâll never see Sam again.â Bucky said, narrowing his eyes at you, before you couldnât get a word out of your mouth.Â
Sam smirked triumphantly.Â
You rolled your eyes at Bucky and looked right at Sam and said, âI wouldâve married you in a heartbeat, Sammy.âÂ
Sam went to grab your hand, surely to bring it up to his lips for a kiss, but Bucky threw a napkin right at him before he could.Â
âYou touch my wife again and I swearâ,âÂ
âMust you always threaten people?â You asked, glaring at Bucky.Â
He glared back. And opened his mouth to say something but Sam cut him off. âHey, hey, kids. No fighting.â He quickly changed the topic, âNow, since you have gotten married and no one was there, how about a party? To announce it to everyone? We could invite the whole city.âÂ
Party. Yeah right. The last time you attended an extravagant party you had your heart broken. Not just broken, but stepped onto and crushed to a pulp.Â
You went to say no, âMaybe we shouldnâtâ,âÂ
But Bucky declared, âAbsolutely we should. After all, we waited almost a decade to marry each other.â He looked right at you as he said that. âItâs time everyone knows youâre finally mine.âÂ
âPerfect!â Sam began planning immediately. He had always been the life of all parties, and he loved them.Â
While you occasionally answered his questions, you didnât stop glaring at your husband while you finished your breakfast. There was something he was hiding. You were certain of it. But what?Â
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A couple days later, it was finally the night of the party.Â
The past few days had been more or less similar. Youâd always wake up sprawled all over Buckyâs chest, and he always made a teasing comment about it. Youâd have breakfast in silence, after which heâd disappear and then heâd come home in the evenings. You never talked while having dinner.Â
The one time you did talk, it didnât end well.Â
You brought it up at dinner. âI tried to go out today. Your people followed me into the city.âÂ
âOur people.â He corrected. Bucky didnât find anything wrong with that apparently because he simply said, âAnd theyâre your security detail. Theyâve been ordered to follow you.âÂ
âSo I donât escape?âÂ
âSo youâre always safe.âÂ
âOh come on. You canât keep me here forever.âÂ
He shrugged, âYouâre not being kept. This is your home, weâre married. This is where you live now.âÂ
You stood up from the table.You didnât care that the housekeepers youâd been recently introduced to could hear. âAnd who are you to make that decision for me?â You asked, in a surprisingly calm tone.Â
He replied in a similar tone. âYour husband.âÂ
You sighed, trying your hardest to keep it all contained. âI have a life, you know? A totally separate life Iâve been living since I left this place. I have to get back to it at some point. You proved your point. Now let me go.âÂ
He ignored all of that. âIâm working on transferring all your businesses and staff here.â He announced. âIâm buying a brand new building in the city, you can have it and set it up however you want. The only thing I canât find is your secret army of highly trained soldiers.âÂ
âYouâll never find my girls.âÂ
âWhyâs that?âÂ
âTheyâre trained to outrun men like you. All men, in fact.â You added, âI made sure of that. I made sure theyâd never be used and moved around like pieces on a chessboard then discarded by people like you.âÂ
âSounds like you speak from experience.âÂ
âFuck you, Barnes.â You spat before walking away.Â
You made sure to sleep on the very edge of the gigantic bed that night, as far away from him as possible. But in the morning, you still woke up snuggled into his chest, on his side of the bed, like youâd been trying to burrow under his skin seeking warmth at night.Â
You didnât speak after that. You made sure to ignore him. Each time you left the house, to go see your father or to just roam around the city youâd missed so much, youâd look in the rear view mirror and find big, bulky SUVs following you around.Â
And here you were now, after days of silent treatment, you stood in front of the large mirror in the closet of your bedroom and watched your reflection. Of course the bastard had chosen an extravagant evening gown for you to wear which looked eerily similar to the one you wore that night for your birthday almost ten years ago.Â
Except this one was much more elegant. And looked a lot like a wedding dress. With its simple square neckline, thin straps, fitted bodice and a majestic skirt. All white and sparkly. The last time you felt like a princess, the night ended terribly. So this time you were afraid to even let yourself appreciate the beautiful woman in the mirror who stared back at you.Â
You kept fidgeting, with the skirt of the dress, watching it swish around. You didnât notice Bucky approaching you from behind. Not until he stood right behind you, his chest brushing against your slight exposed back.Â
He looked⊠unreal in his all black suit. Shiny black tie and a small shiny pin. His hair was perfect as always, and his all black outfit really made his eyes seem bluer than ever. Or maybe it was the lights in this closet that did it. But it made you notice the lines by his eyes, which gave away just how much time had gone by.Â
He was still that bad boy with tattoos whom you had a crush on, who made your race whenever he looked at you. Except now he was older, meaner. And your husband. Whom you hated.Â
Did you?Â
You tensed up when he placed a hand on your waist, right where the bodice and skirt were sewn together. You met his eyes through the mirror, but said nothing. You had no mean words to throw at him this time and neither did he.Â
âYou look beautiful.â He said, leaning in just a little to rest his cheek against your temple.Â
You froze at the soft touch which drove you insane. You must be ovulating, you thought, because there was no way that mere touch was making your heart race like this for no other reason. You began breathing faster, thatâs how fast your heart was racing.Â
You almost leaned into his touch, ready to forget it all just for one moment of warmth. Of peace and quiet. Just one moment to appreciate that you looked beautiful and you had your husbandâs attention and all was well. To appreciate that you two look great together. To stop fighting this weird alchemy between you two which kept drawing you to one another no matter what. But then you remembered.Â
âDo I?â You asked, keeping your voice steady. âYou sure I donât look like a kidâs toy with this ridiculous dress on?âÂ
He remembered too, judging by the look on his face. He looked surprised, then briefly apologetic before settling on a familiar, broody frown. âWhat did I say about being a brat?âÂ
âIâll stop being a brat when you stop being an asshole.â You scoffed. âYou always were so⊠careless. With people. With everything. Always thinking you were above everyone else, ever since we were just kids.â You added, âI hate you.âÂ
He smirked, then grabbed your elbow and turned you around so he could look at you, or glare at you with his ocean blue eyes. âYou didnât hate me back then, did you?â He pushed you against the closest surface, which happened to be a wooden dresser. âYou craved my attention back then. You used to find excuses to hold my hand when we were little. When we got older you used to hate it when I looked at other girls at school. Now look at you. Youâre in my house, you sleep in my bed.â He leaned in, whispering in your ear, âYouâre my wife. Then why do you keep resisting me, hmm?âÂ
âI was stupid back then. Wasted so much time trying to get your attention, and all I ever was to you was a whiny, brattyâ,â You cut yourself off with a surprised gasp as you watched Bucky lower to his knees in front of you, his hands lifting the skirt of your dress. He was rough with it, crumpling it in his strong fists. âWhat are you doing?â You asked, shocked and surprised but not making a move to get away. âYouâ youâre ruining my dress.âÂ
He looked up at you, bunching some of the fabric near your waist and holding the front part of your dress up, pinning the bunched up skirt at your abdomen. As if he wanted toâÂ
Your entire face burned when you realised just how close and intimate this was.Â
âI bought this dress. Iâll ruin it if I want to.â He spoke in that arrogant tone you werenât sure you entirely hated at this moment. âYouâre lucky Iâm not tearing it off of you.âÂ
âAnd youâre lucky Iâm notâ,âÂ
He cut you off by leaning in and kissing your inner thigh. Just like that. As if you werenât on the verge of arguing just now. You were still processing that soft kiss he left on your thigh, and he was already moving to spread your legs apart as he slowly looked up, waiting to see if youâd tell him to stop or push him away.Â
You didnât.Â
His eyes remained focused on your face as his hand reached out and he ran his metal knuckles between your legs, along your wet folds through your thin underwear, making you shudder at his mere touch. You flinched at the cold, but didnât pull away.Â
âYouâre dripping.â He commented, slowly sliding down your underwear. âDoes arguing with me turn you on, baby? Is that why you do it all the time?â He smirked, finally throwing your underwear to the side.Â
You glared at him, opening your mouth to argue yet again but you ended up just letting out a soft moan as you felt his metal fingertips gently trail up and down your legs. He chuckled at how sensitive and responsive you were. Bucky placed a kiss on your inner thigh again and you gasped.
âLooks like you havenât been taken care of in a while.â He said, moving his fingers over your clit, circling it slowly. âHave you?â He sounded like he was accusing you.
âNo.â You hissed, angry at how much you didnât mind his touch. âYou barged in and married me before I could go out and find someone who mightâ,âÂ
âI tolerate you talking to and about Sam because heâs our friend.â He cut you off. âBut if I hear you talking about any other man, I promise I will be committing unnecessary crimes and itâll all be on you.â He paused, glaring at you. âYou hear me?âÂ
You nodded. Fuck he looked good from up here.Â
He held your stare as he leaned in and placed his mouth to your core, giving your clit a firm such before his warm tongue slipped past your folds and teased your dripping hole. One hand holding part of your dress up while the metal one worked in tandem with his tongue, circling your throbbing clit and parting your wet folds with ease.Â
âShouldâve known youâd taste like fucking heaven,â He whispered, almost to himself.Â
You couldnât hold the moans and whimpers in, feeling his stubble rubbing against your soft skin, craving more of it. You couldnât help but slide hesitant fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. âPlease, moreâŠâ You whined.Â
That made him wild. And he ate you out relentlessly, taking his time and learning what worked for you and what didnât, until your legs were shaking and your moans were louder.Â
He slid his fingers, just a knuckle deep inside you and watched how much you loved that. âThat feels good, doesnât it, baby?âÂ
You only whimpered in response.Â
When he was certain you were right on the edge, hips moving in a frantic way which made you grind against his fingers and tongue, only then did he pull away and let go of your dress before standing back up to face you with a condescending smirk.Â
âYou think itâs that easy?â He spoke, but you focused more on the wetness coating his lips rather than his words.Â
You blinked a couple of times to break out of whatever spell heâd just put you under using that damned mouth and fingers of his. Heâd⊠heâd dared bring you right to the edge. But hadnât let you come.Â
You were breathing heavily, feeling hot and tingly all over.Â
He chuckled, enjoying the speechlessness which was rare when it came to you. âIf you want more, then behave tonight. Be good and tell everyone how in love we are and all the nice things, and I promise Iâll take care of you later tonight. Okay?ïżœïżœïżœ
You knew what he was doing. He wanted you to tell as many people as possible because the more people knew, the harder it would be for you to sneak out of this place again.Â
He didnât even wait for a response. He just licked his lips clean, shamelessly holding your stare while he did. Then turned to the mirror and fixed his suit before bending down to pick up your discarded underwear. You looked away, embarrassed but waiting for him to hand it to you.Â
Except he didnât. He pocketed it like it was nothing and said, âCome on, our guests are waiting.â Then he walked out of the room like nothing happened. Like he hadnât made you almost lose your mind just minutes ago. Like he didnât have his tongue and fingers inside you. Like he hadnât gotten so close to making you come.Â
Like your heart wasnât still racing even after heâd left the room.Â
Eventually, you calmed down. Fixed your makeup, hair and dress again before heading towards the temporary, clear outdoor party tent Sam had people install in Buckyâs huge backyard. The closer you got, the more it looked straight out of a fairytale. Given the clear walls, you could see the golden lights and decor inside.Â
The chandeliers, the floral arrangements, the tables and the dance floor where people danced with their partners.Â
Speaking of partners, there by the entrance stood a tall, dark figure. Your husband.Â
âTook you a while.â He muttered once you got close enough to him.Â
You stopped by his side and sighed. Then answered in a monotone voice, trying to hide how bothered you were. âWell, some conceited asshole left me to deal with a mess he made so thereâs that.âÂ
Bucky snickered. âDonât act so indifferent. You were dripping all over my tongue and hand just minutes ago.âÂ
âKeep your voice down.â You hissed.Â
âNothing to be ashamed of. Itâs not taboo for a husband to take care of his wife, you know?â He sounded just as annoying as you expected he would.Â
You looked down and noticed he had his elbow extended out for you to take. You took it and spoke once you two began walking into the venue. âIf you think you are getting anywhere near me to take care of me again, husband, you are dead fucking wrong.â You put a fake smile on as people began noticing your arrival and flocked to you.Â
Bucky whispered one last thing into your ear before he left you in the care of the excited, curious, and loud group of ladies coming your way, âOh youâll beg me to touch you soon enough, wife.âÂ
Then he was gone again. Leaving you right on that edge again.Â
Damn him!Â
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You had to give it to Sam, he knew how to organise a party. The decor, the food, the music, the performances, all of it was perfect.Â
He even re-introduced to all the people you might have forgotten while you were gone. And naturally everyone had questions. You repeated the same answers to them all. The same lies.Â
Where were you this whole time? You wanted to do your own thing, and make your own name so you decided to get away from home.Â
Why did you leave right after it was announced that you were to marry Bucky Barnes? Oh your father never said when you were to marry him. He just said you would. Besides, both you and Bucky were too young to marry back then.Â
Did Bucky know you were going to be gone? Of course he did! You two were childhood sweethearts after all. Yes, you did keep in touch this whole time and only fell more and more in love. Yes, distance does make the heart grow fonder and all.Â
Why did the wedding happen so suddenly and in secret? After almost a decade of being far apart from each other, you two could no longer wait anymore. So you eloped the day you came back.Â
There are rumours that your father and Bucky have some kind of tension going on between them, is any of it true? That was the one question you didnât feel too confident about. Because your father never ended up telling you why that was. How did the rivalry start? You lied and said, itâs just because you eloped. Your father wanted to be involved but you were too in love to think straight. So now your father was giving your poor husband a hard time for stealing his little girl.Â
As you paraded around and met everyone, you could feel Buckyâs eyes on you at all times. You didnât have to look to know. You could feel the burning sensation along your back and you just knew he was watching you.Â
And he watched all night. Up until the moment people began leaving and you had no choice but to find him again, not knowing what else to do.Â
âYou lie very well.â He commented, holding his elbow out for you to take again.Â
You did. And also leaned into him a little because you had been standing for too many hours. You decided to ignore the hostility for just a minute. âYes, Iâm a natural.âÂ
âEveryone bought your bullshit about how we are childhood sweethearts turned lovers.â He whispered, turning his head to face you.Â
âWell, you did say to make it believable.âÂ
âOh it is.â He boasted, âEspecially since youâve been looking at me like that the whole night.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, âHow?âÂ
âWith longing, and desire. Youâre all hot and bothered. You crave my tongue back on that throbbing little clit, donât you?âÂ
âYouâre delusional, Barnes.âÂ
âAnd youâre dripping wet for me, Mrs. Barnes.âÂ
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The party ended, and after Sam left you and Bucky made your way back inside the house. Sam, being the angel that he was, had made sure a clean up crew would be here early the next morning so you had nothing to worry about.Â
Not that it should bother you whether or not Buckyâs house is tidy.Â
You had a faint smile on your face as you went about your nighttime routine. Shower, skin care, a quick snack in the kitchen. And while you were downstairs, searching the pantry for something sweet, you saw Bucky near the thermostat.Â
The pantry hid you well, so Bucky didnât see you. But you watched him mess with the temperature. You squinted and realised he was lowering it. The damned bastard was making it colder! No wonder you were freezing each night and woke up each morning snuggled up to him, basking in his warmth.Â
This asshole.Â
You remained in hiding until Bucky left, and this time as you made your way upstairs you vowed you wouldnât reach for his warmth. No matter how cold it got. And he wouldnât get to use you as a personal heated blanket either. Let him freeze.Â
You barely lasted thirty minutes under the covers.Â
And he was quiet and didnât move so you thought he was asleep already as you carefully scooted a little bit closer, trying to feel where he was in the dark. If only this bed wasnât so damn big. You patted around, trying not to move to much as youâÂ
âI can hear you, you know? If you want to cuddle, just say it.âÂ
You stopped moving immediately. âShut up.â You muttered, frowning at him even though he couldnât see it. You could see his faint silhouette in the dark, so you knew when he turned on his side to face you.Â
âWhat is it, wife? You need some warmth on this cold, cold night?â He asked in that mocking tone of his.Â
âNo.â You answered, lying. Because yes you did.Â
He muttered âstubborn bratâ under his breath and then grabbed you and pulled you close until your back was completely pressed against his chest. His warm, comfy chest. You bit back a sigh of relief once you felt his body heating wrapping you in a cocoon.Â
âI saw you messing with the thermostat.â You admitted.Â
âOh?â
âYes. You make it cold on purpose.âÂ
âOh no.â He mocked. â Why didnât you fix it then?â He asked, and it hit you how childish this was. He leaned in just enough so that his lips brushed against your cheek when he spoke. âCould it be that you like cuddling with me?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
He scoffed, finally wrapping his arms around you, but you hissed upon feeling his metal arm on your body. Â
âItâs cold.âÂ
âWarm it up for me then.âÂ
âWhatââÂ
You stopped talking the moment Bucky grabbed one of your legs and hooked it on top of his, spreading your legs to make room for his hand as you both remained on your sides, with him spooning you from behind.Â
His metal hand found itself sliding into your shorts, past your underwear and he cupped you with such confidence and authority that you couldnât help leaning into and grinding into his touch. His other hand slid under your pillow and down so he could grab and give your breast a firm squeeze.Â
Fuck. His hands felt like they were touching you everywhere.Â
âI told you Iâd take care of you if you behaved.â He whispered into your ear. âTime for a little reward, wife.âÂ
He slid two fingers inside you, you gasped at the feeling of him being knuckles deep inside you. You whined as he stretched you a little, moving his fingers around until your hips were moving on their own, trying to get him to move some more.Â
He chuckled. âThat feels good?â He murmured into your ear.Â
His voice, his warmth, the softness of his embrace, the unhurried way his fingers were moving in and out of you, sliding over your clit and stroking your walls like he had all the time in the world.Â
Your hands wrapped around his metal wrist, keeping his hand in place as you rode his fingers the way you wanted. Hips moving forward and causing his fingers to slide in and out, while you moaned and whimpered.Â
His lips brushed against your cheek over and over again as he whispered against your skin, âSee how nice it is when you behave? Hmm? You can have me whenever you want, baby. Just be good for me, and Iâll do anything for you.âÂ
The animosity between you was forgotten at this moment. Here, in this dark room the past didnât matter for a few minutes. Nothing mattered, just that you wanted something and he was giving it to you.Â
His thumb caressed your clit, teasing it a little more until you cried out, âBucky, pleaseâŠâÂ
He froze. You did too. Then he chuckled and said, âSo all is takes is a little finger fucking and now you have manners and you call me by my name?â He sounded just as annoyingly playful as you knew he would.Â
âOh fuck you!â You spat, then immediately let out a loud moan as he sped up and really fucked you with his fingers until you were a whimpering mess. âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâÂ
âWhat did I say, huh?â He hissed. âKeep acting like a fucking brat and youâll be treated like one.â He kept his fingers moving in and out of you. âI planned on really taking care of you tonight, but you know what? This is all youâre gonna get.âÂ
Your moans and whimpers got louder and louder until you began clenching around his fingers, coming undone with a loud cry of his name. Body shaking and your hips grinding down on his hand as you savoured the last moments of your orgasm before he pulled out and pulled away from you.Â
You thought heâd go right back to sleep but then you felt him get out of bed. âWhere are youâ,âÂ
âIâll fix the temperature.â He mumbled, sounding annoyed. Rightfully so. âGo to sleep.âÂ
And that was the last you heard or saw of him until the morning because you passed out right after. You didnât even know if he returned to bed or not. Not that you cared much.Â
Right?Â
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Things changed after that night.Â
A lot changed actually. Bucky had, miraculously, managed to uproot ten years of your life from elsewhere and planted it right here in the city. He took you to the building heâd been getting ready for you and it sure was something. You didnât know what you expected but a brand new skyscraper was not what you had in mind.Â
The day he handed over papers and keys and gave you a tour of the huge building was the first time you felt a shift in this⊠bond you shared with him.Â
âThank you.â You simply said as you both stepped into the shiny elevator so he could take you all the up to the top floor, to show you to your new office.Â
Bucky slid his hands in his pockets and turned to face you. âYou think being nice equals sexual favours from me, wife?âÂ
You couldâve told him to shut it. Or told him to go get fucked. But he was trying to be good to you, wasnât he? Even after all he did, he wanted you next to him for some unknown reason and frankly you were tired of resisting. Your entire life was here now anyway. It wouldnât hurt to⊠try. Would it?Â
So instead you answered with, âDoesnât it?âÂ
Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, searching for the catch. He didnât find any so he said, âWeâll see about that.âÂ
And that night he followed you into the shower and kissed you hard under the falling water. âI see you behaved yourself today.â He whispered against your mouth.Â
You pulled him closer by grabbing his neck and said, âDo I get a reward then?âÂ
He didnât say anything, just kissed you hard again and walked the two of you backwards until your back collided with the cold clear glass of the shower cubicle. Then he pulled away, looked down into your eyes. His own filled with lust and hunger as he asked, âYouâre gonna let me fuck you?âÂ
You nodded quickly before saying, âYes. Please.âÂ
He didnât waste a single moment. He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it to his hip, spreading you open. He kissed you senseless again while he pushed inside of you. You moaned into the kiss as he filled you up, his cock stretching you out, making you whine and whimper as he slow fucked you.Â
âFuckâŠâ He breathily moaned against your open mouth while he moved against you. Pushing deeper, in and out of you until your moans and whimpers got louder and louder. The sound of the water falling from the shower drowned out most of it, so he fucked you until you moaned loud enough that he could hear you over the falling water.Â
âPlease,â You cried out. Weeks of frustration wanting to be let out. âPlease, BuckâŠâ Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and you held on while he fucked you.Â
Bucky almost froze again at the sound of his nickname falling from your lips. But he maintained his composure and sped up into you, feeling your walls clenching around him, gripping his cock.Â
âYouâve been good today,â He said, noticing the way you clenched around him hard at the sound of praise. âYou didnât talk back, not once. Is it because you wanted this cock, baby?âÂ
You whined in response. Feeling his damp skin rubbing against yours, and for a brief moment you wanted to live in this moment forever.Â
âOh, poor baby.â He gave you a messy, heated kiss then said, âItâs all yours, you know? You just have to ask nicely. And you can have it whenever you want.âÂ
âPleaseâŠâ You begged again, your pride nowhere in sight. âPlease, Bucky.âÂ
âCome for me, babyâŠâ He breathed against your skin. His hands held you in place as he pounded into you. âCome for me.âÂ
You did, moaning so loud it was all he heard as he came right after you.Â
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It became a daily thing over the next few weeks. Youâd seek Bucky out at random times during the day or more often right when heâd get into bed at night.Â
âWere you good today, wife?â He asked, his hands already moving all over you trying to undress you as fast as he could.Â
âYes,â You breathed into his ear, your hands touching him all over his tattooed chest. âI even made you breakfast, remember?âÂ
âThose burnt pancakes count?âÂ
You shut him up by kissing him, pulling him down onto the bed and straddling him, then proceeded to ride him until you were both moaning and spent, too tired to move.Â
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Things got⊠playful.Â
Oftentimes youâd catch yourself wondering why you werenât actively working to get out of here. But your whole life was here now. Work, your family, and your husband. You didnât hate Bucky as much as you thought you would. Just a few months ago you wanted to kill him on sight but nowâŠÂ
âI saw the new building you work at. He bought you that?â Your father asked one morning when you went over to join him for breakfast.Â
You cleared your throat and answered, âHe did. He moved everything here. My businesses, my staff, all of it.âÂ
âAnd the girls?â He asked, referring to the infamous, feared, and fierce army you had raised and trained over the last ten years.Â
âMy girls are free to go wherever they want to.â You let pride fill you as you thought of them. âBesides, they donât have to be here for me to know I can always count on them. Theyâre just a phone call away.â You explained. âPlus they have work to do. People to save, women to recruit. You know, the usual.âÂ
âIâm proud of you, you know?âÂ
You smiled at your father. Then a few moments passed and you couldnât help but ask, âWhat happened after I left? Where is the rest of Buckyâs family?âÂ
Your father looked surprised. âHe didnât tell you?âÂ
âTell me what?âÂ
Your father shook his head. âIt doesnât matter now. Theyâre all gone anyway. Plus the boy, he⊠he treats you right, doesnât he?âÂ
You nodded. Then left it at that. You wanted a peaceful morning with your father, you didnât want to ruin it by insisting he tell you about whatever it was that he wanted to keep in the past.Â
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But it bothered you, knowing that something happened while you were gone that you knew nothing about and everyone refused to tell you about it.Â
All except one man. Your beloved friend, Sam.Â
He showed up one morning, demanding to see Bucky.Â
âHe said he has an important phone call to attend to. With someone named Steve. Heâs been outside for over an hour now,â You explained to Sam, who stood at the foyer looking disappointed, âIt looks like heâll be out for quite some time.âÂ
Sam frowned, and sighed. âHe said to come over for a round of golf.â He sounded like heâd been betrayed. âEver since he started doing business and being friendly with that Steve guy,â Sam complained, âThat bitch has been trying to steal my best friend.âÂ
You chuckled and grabbed his hand to lead him further into the house. âIâm sorry my husband ruined your playdate, Sammy. But you can hang out with me.âÂ
Sam reluctantly agreed only after you promised to make him blueberry muffins. He liked those ever since you were kids.Â
He agreed to help, and you both had a nice, comfortable conversation going while you worked. You caught yourself shaking your head a few times thinking about how just a few months ago if someone had told you youâd be in Buckyâs kitchen making muffins you wouldnât believe it.Â
But here you were now.Â
Then Sam casually said, âIâm glad you two worked it out, you know? Youâre so perfect for each other. Even back when we were kids, remember how everyone used to tease you two and say you would surely marry one another?â He laughed. âI mean after he told me all about how you heard him on the phone with me by the pool, I was worried you might never clear up the misunderstanding.â He chuckled, keeping his eyes down as he lined the muffin tin so didnât see the way you froze. Sam continued, âI thought thatâs why you left when I heard about your sudden disappearance. Butââ
You cut him off, heart racing as memories of that night came flooding back in. âSam⊠what do you mean on the phone with you?âÂ
Sam looked up, frowning. âThat night of your twentieth birthday. Remember how you found Bucky by the pool? He was on the phone with me that night. He was so angry when he told me what his family was planning to do to yours, how they were going toâ,â Sam cut himself off as the realisation set in. âDid he not tell you the truth?âÂ
Your heart pounded. Something was wrong.Â
âTell me what truth?âÂ
Samâs eyes softened. âOh, I shouldnât be the one toâ,â
âSammy, please.â You begged in a whisper. âEven my father refuses to tell me anything. I have the right to know. What happened?âÂ
Sam tried his hardest to make sense as he told you everything in a rush. âLook, something went wrong back then. Buckyâs family began siding with the rivals and they were trying to take your father down. They tricked your dad into thinking that getting you and Bucky married would be a good idea and well, your father chose to believe his friends so he made that announcement at the party.â Sam sighed, âBut Buckyâs family were planning something really bad. They were going to use the wedding as an excuse to gather all your family in one place and⊠end all of you. Just so theyâd be able to expand their territory. Bucky found out about this plan and he was pissed. So that night, he called me. To vent.âÂ
You felt your eyes begin to water.Â
Sam continued. âBut then you found him. I remember him whispering to me that you were doing a terrible job at hiding behind a plant or some shit. Then your huge gown gave away your hiding spot. But given you were listening, Bucky decided heâd get you annoyed enough to have you at least try to call off the wedding which would buy us some time to figure out what to do. Thatâs when he began saying those things about you. Trying his hardest to sound like he truly did not want to marry you.â Sam sighed, âI mean there might have been a better way of doing it rather than fake dialogues on a phone call, but we were twenty year old boys. We didnât know better. We didnât know youâd write that note and just disappear.âÂ
What the actual fuck.Â
âSamâŠâ You whispered in disbelief.Â
He shook his head. âPlease tell me you didnât truly believe all that. He lied when he said those things that night, you know? Bucky liked you ever since we were kids. You don't remember how he used to get mad at me whenever I was around you for too long? How he always ignored your hiding spots when we played just so youâd win at hide-and-seek? You donât remember how he used to bully your stupid boyfriends as we got a older?âÂ
You couldnât believe any of this. But Sam would never lie to you.Â
âWait,â Sam put the pieces together. âSo you didnât know about any of this?âÂ
You closed your eyes and sighed, âI didnât. I heard all the things he said that night and⊠I had spent my entire life loving him and I thoughtâŠâ You sighed. âI was young and stupid and heartbroken so I just left.â Then you explained. âI got back recently, Bucky made this whole show of raining down bullets at my fatherâs house and, well, we kinda got married that same day, in my fatherâs destroyed foyer.âÂ
âYou didnât talk to each other this whole time?â Sam was in disbelief. âOh for fuckâs sake. And I thought Bucky just never mentioned you while youâve been gone because⊠well, heâs not exactly good at the whole heart to heart thing. Heâs Bucky.âÂ
Your surprise morphed into anger really quickly. âI need to find my husband.â You said, quickly walking out of the kitchen.Â
Sam yelled behind you, âI'm gonna take this muffin batter and go before he shoots me after he finds out I told you all this!âÂ
You just yelled back, âBye Sammy, I love youâ
Samâs voice sounded distant as he yelled back, âDonât let him hear you!âÂ
You ran out to the back, where Bucky said he would be. And you found him by the pool. Again. The sight of him standing there gave you dĂ©jĂ -vu. Except he wasnât your twenty-year old crush, in a black suit, arguing with who turned out to be Sam, on the night of your birthday anymore.Â
He was older now, your husband, wearing dark trousers and a loose white-button up shirt, standing by the pool with the sun setting behind him. You stood on the patio, for a second more, admiring him. The metal hand casually shoved in his pocket and his heavily tattooed arm held a phone to his ear.Â
You called out, no longer containing your anger. âYou absolute piece of shit!âÂ
Bucky looked towards you and just frowned, before rolling his eyes. Then said on the phone, âHang on a minute, Steve. My wifeâs angry at me again.â He lowered the phone to his chest and whispered to you, âWhat is it this time?âÂ
âHow long were you going to keep the truth from me?â You accused him. âWhy didnât you just tell me?âÂ
He raised the phone to his ear again and said, âIâll call you later Steve, something came up.â Then he hung up, tossed his phone onto one of the lounge chairs before turning to face you again. âDonât get madââ
âStop telling me what to do!âÂ
He sighed. âDid Sam tell you anything? I saw his car coming in earlier.âÂ
You hissed, âOh leave him alone! Heâs a good man who doesnât lie to me!âÂ
Bucky shook his head, understanding that you knew all about what heâd been hiding, and too calmly said, âThey were gonna kill you. All of you. Not just your family members, but the guards, the family friends, the members of your family who arenât even in this life â all of you. I had to do something. My folks were wrong, I couldnât let innocent people die just because my family got too power hungry.âÂ
You took a step forward, âWhy didnât you tell me before I left? I wouldâve talked to someone.âÂ
âWe barely even talked to each other as we got older. I thought you wouldnât believe me.âÂ
âBut you couldâve at least tried to say something!âÂ
He was quiet for a moment. Then said, âI came to see you the next day.â He confessed. âThe morning after the party. But your father had found your note and youâd already left. You never mentioned exactly why you left in the note, so I let him think it was because of me.â He explained, âSince there would be no wedding I didnât have to worry anymore. But the threat remained. So I goaded your father into a fight. He took the bait and tried to shoot at me. He missed, of course. But enough people heard about it so he ended up declaring war against my family.âÂ
He paused. You listened quietly.Â
âNo one knew it was all because of me. But at least from then on, your father was more cautious. And he began hating my folks. And they couldnât keep pretending to be his friend for much longer either. All the truth began spilling out. Soon the city was divided and the attacks began. Allies became enemies, just like that.âÂ
You were quiet. Processing everything. All of that shit happened and you were not aware.Â
For some reason, you asked, âDuring those attacks⊠Is that when you lost your arm?â
You only realised youâd been stepping closer and closer to him when he raised said metal arm and touched your cheek gently. He smiled and said, âNo, baby. That was a different time.âÂ
You had a tear sliding down your face. He wiped it away. âWhat happened then?â You asked.Â
âMy folks didnât stand a chance. Your father was not only angry and betrayed, but he was also sad that he lost you because of them, or me.â Bucky explained. âIt got⊠really bad. Your father lost a lot of his guys. Then he got angrier. So he stopped responding to the petty attacks and came after my folks directly.âÂ
âHe killed them?â They were his friends once.Â
Bucky said, âHe still doesnât know I helped him all the way until the end.âÂ
âBut he spared you.âÂ
Bucky smirked. âHe just could never catch me.âÂ
âBut your familyâŠâ Bucky went against his own you realised.Â
âThey were bad people. Not just because of what they planned to do to you butâŠâ He sighed. âThey were doing bad things in the background. Dealing in substances, and people.â He spared you the gory details.Â
But you understood. Â
âWhy didnât you tell me all this that day we got married?âÂ
âYou wouldnât have believed me. You had just spent ten years hating me.â He shrugged. âBut hey, it kept you safe.âÂ
You stepped closer to him, feeling tired with all that you felt inside you. âSo you never meant the things you said that night?âÂ
Bucky pulled you close, cupping your face in his hands. âI have loved you my entire life. I never stopped.âÂ
You sniffled, looking up into his pretty eyes. âWe lost so much time. I spent years hating you for nothing.â It hurt thinking about it.Â
He smiled at you, âI shouldâve thought it through better. But I was young and rash, and my family threatened to kill the girl I loved. I thought I was doing the right thing by pushing you away.â He sighed. âI just didnât think I was going to lose you for almost a decade. I was always aware of where you were and what you did in life in those years. I was so proud of everything you did, the name you made for yourself. But I couldnât reach you. You were angry and you hated me. So I waited. And then you came back and⊠I needed you with me. Iâm sorry, I couldnât wait any longer.âÂ
You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as you let the tears fall quietly.Â
âShh,â He whispered, running a comforting hand down your back. âItâs okay now, Iâm here. Weâre okay.âÂ
âIâve been mean to you.â You whispered. âIâm sorry.âÂ
He chuckled quietly, âAnd I shot at your fatherâs house. Weâre equal.âÂ
âI⊠I love you too, you know?â You sniffled.Â
Bucky pulled away so he could look down at your teary face. âSorry to say this, wife, but this isnât half as romantic as the first time you told me you loved me.âÂ
You frowned. âWhat?â Did you talk in your sleep? Oh no. Did you? âWhen did I say it?âÂ
âWe were seven, playing in the hedge maze in your fatherâs backyard.â He smiled, thinking about that day. âHe had just had a new water fountain placed in there, and you wanted to show it to me. You must have thought it was pretty and that I needed to see it too. Then you dragged me all the way there and told me you loved me.â He smirked, âSeven-year old you would be disappointed in you right now.âÂ
A chuckle escaped your lips at the faded memory. âI wish we could go back in time.âÂ
âWell, we canât. But we can have the rest of our lives together.âÂ
You sniffled again, wiped your tears. Then nodded, and leaned in for a kiss. Deepening it the moment he kissed you back. Your fingers found their way into his longish hair and you gently tugged at his roots.Â
He smiled into the kiss when you whispered against his lips, âI like you with long hair.âÂ
âI see youâre being nice again,â He murmured in between kisses, âDoes my wife need something?âÂ
You giggled this time. âI want you, Buck. Just you.âÂ
âYou have me.â He said. âAlways.â
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hi!! could you write smut of sukuna w/ corruption kink x clingy reader? i need to see more of them đ€đ€
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âđđ đđđđ. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. smut, pwp. corruption kink. reader is described as clingy cute / innocent. voyeurism?// exhibitionism. double pĂ©netrĂ tion. cowgirl. cream pies. nicknames âslut, brat, womanâ. combined 2 requests :3
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itâs honestly your own fault. youâve been sticking around sukuna the entire day, clinging onto him like he wonât let you experience the consequences of your own actions.
âeyes on me, brat,â sukuna scoffs, thumb and index roughly turning your chin back. he needs to see your face as he embarrasses you in front of the guests and other concubines standing around the throne.
youâre supposed to feel regret, yet youâre drowning in a state of pure lust. itâs the thrill that keeps your hips going, the ache in them temporarily ignored as you search for that grande moment of euphoria.
you canât care less about the humans at the bottom of the stairs. theyâre grovelling in fear of the king of curses, knowing their heads can fly off if they dare to look up at you two.
itâs a sign of disrespectâa sign that the king of curses canât care less about what those lowlifes have come to see him for. sukunaâs doing so on purpose, using your clinginess to his advantage.
âhah, what a total slut of a concubine,â sukuna scoffs, leaning his head against one of his hands, elbow propped onto the armrest. this is a punishment for you, though it certainly does not feel like that. even if all attendants in the room can hear you fucking yourself silly on sukunaâs dicks.
you and those sloppy sounds of your two bodies connecting.
you try to hold back your moans, but a rough yank to your hair instantly opens your mouth again. your eyes roll back and your voice spews out. âmhh, my lordââs too much,â you whimper, however your body doesnât stop bouncing on his cocks. sukuna responds by squeezing your middle while he watches his lengths being swallowed by your cunt and ass.
itâs funny how youâve been reduced to a messâa toy he can command to do whatever he pleases. your clinginess secretly pleases him, because it reassures him that youâll do whatâs asked of you. sukuna grins lazily, letting you work for it, âtoo much? tsk. werenât you the one begging fâ my attention, brat?â
he does have a point. you nod mindlessly whilst his cocks drill into youâleaving no hole empty. your eyes dart to both sides of the throne, where two concubines are situated. you can see them tremble in embarrassment and envy.
sukunaâs showing you off to everyone and they donât like it; none of the concubines do. they hate the fact that he chose you to show off to everyone else in the room. like youâre the only trophy heâs proud of.
the guests donât dare to speak either. nor does uraume, whoâs politely looking the other way as their master ravages his favorite little concubine. theyâre used to his acts of exercising his power.
sukuna keeps a firm grip on your hair, threatening to pull your head back each time you dare look around you. âyou have no shame. absolutely zero,â the king of curses says condescendingly. as if the humiliation of being watched isnât enough, sukunaâs words add to the embarrassment youâre feeling, âcock hungry slut canât go a minute without being filled, hm?â
your whimpers get louder and your pace grows faster. his fat tips hit your deepest parts over and over again, the stretch threatening to split you in half. youâre too turned on to care. the way sukunaâs staring at you with that menacing glareâhis sharp nails digging into your skin so painfully . . . you need it all.
âthis âs why youâve been following me âround all day long,â sukuna gruntsâone hand coming up to free your breasts from the confines of your robes, âyâ just needed to be dicked down.â the flicks against your stiff nipples make you tighten up around his cocks again and again.
youâre nearly screaming because of everything your senses are picking up on. your half lidded eyes catch a glimpse of sukunaâs cocky facial expression and youâre almost pushed over the edge. heâs so smugâknowing he has you in the palm of his hand.
his eyes are luring you in. thereâs a hint of something so primal in there - a beast impatiently waiting to be unleashed - one that sukuna is trying his best to suppress.
âarenât you just cute. . .â sukuna mocks with a dangerous chuckle. his thumb rubs your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth for you to suckle on.
âkehehe, isnât that what those servants call you? cute.. innocent.. adorable,â he continues, faintly groaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb. sukuna cocks his head to the right and your eyes follow. thatâs where you spot your maids and lady-in-waiting in a corner.
you feel tears well up in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. everyone is seeing and hearing you being claimed by the monster of a curse youâre riding. your maids have always adored your innocenceâhow you donât seem to be tainted by sukunaâs advances no matter what. itâs a first to them.
it has been a rumor around the estate for so long; you being the only concubine who can withstand sukunaâs wicked influence. you always seem to stay yourself, your cheery and sweet personality never changing. youâve been known as the innocent one among all other concubines.
yet here those same maids are, watching your brain being corrupted by sin. youâre so sinfully enjoying how sukunaâs cocks are penetrating you. ân-no, amâfnghhâdonât wanna,â you stammer, speaking to no one in particular. your inner desires clash with your rational mind and your body seems to continue its erotic act.
âdonât you fight it, woman,â sukuna brings your attention back by thrusting his cocks all the way up inside you, balls slapping harshly against your ass. heâs proud with his accomplishments. youâre slowly but surely being tainted by him and itâs so pleasing.
soon enough, that damned innocence of yours is going to disappear. heâs going to turn you into a total slut driven by lust, for him and only him. heâs going to ruin you and your body until all you can think of is the pleasure he can give you.
your nails dig into sukunaâs shoulders. you moan loudly, losing the battle, as expected. the king of curses just knows how to make you give in. he takes great pleasure in seeing you lose yourself, with everyone watching how he strips you from that innocence.
âstupid, nasty fuckinâ thing,â sukuna grunts as the lower pair of his arms hold you by your hips. he halts your movements before starting his own. âyâre mine, ya hear?â he pounds up into youâmaking you mewl. a chant of his name leaves your lips. you simply cannot stop yourself.
âyes, âm yours, my lord!â you moan for everyone to hear. the pink-haired man grins in satisfaction and quickly plunges his cocks in and out of your holes, needing to release himself so he could fully claim you as his in front of the rest.
his dirty cumslut, his tainted and brainless doll.
sukuna wraps all four arms around you, leaving no room for escape. he presses you against him until youâre struggling to breathe. your head is pushed against his shoulder and your insides are being turned into mush. the gooey fluids drip down onto the throne and down the floor.
âfuck. not a drop goes to waste or iâm fuckinâ ya again,â sukuna warns before shooting loads of cum into your womb and up your ass. both your holes are stuffed full of white, sticky semen mixed with your own release. you desperately clench around nothing once sukuna pulls you off his dicks.
you try to reach your hands out towards him as he manoeuvres your body away once heâs finished. the king of curses pins your wrists at your back so he can turn you around on his thighs, forcefully spreading your legs like a trophy heâs showing off on his throne.
one arm wraps around your waist and his chin rests on your right shoulder. sukuna keeps you on his lap and continues to act like he didnât just completely wreck your insides.
while youâre left in the intense moment, he seems to have moved on already.
âspeak,â sukuna orders the humans whoâve witnessed the whole ordeal. their foreheads are stuck on the floorânone of them daring to look up at the sight, like everyone else.
youâre panting and your head is spinning. youâre totally spent. sukuna holds your limp body up on his lap as one hand is busy scooping the excess cum back into your pussy, not wasting a drop like said before.
one of the villagers finally speaks up, stating the reason for their visit to the estate. their voice is muffled due to a loud buzzing in your ear. youâre tired and canât focus on whatâs said either. you just want to sleep. . . in sukunaâs warm embrace, filled and half-naked, for the entire room to see as they continue discussing business as if youâre not even there.
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âáą. .áąâ in which riki broke up with you, leaving you devastated and depressed. that is, until you get drunk on a night out, and somehow find yourself in his best friend's bed.
genre: angst, smut (pwp) pairing: ex's best friend!jake x fem!reader warnings: smut, MDNI!! wc: 5k
A/N: why am i writing jake smut, im not even jake biased
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21 days. 21 days since your boyfriend, riki, broke up with you. everyone said it would get easier to deal with over time, and you knew they were right, but you still felt like shit every hour of every single day.
anywhere you looked, you'd just get reminded of him and have flashes of unwanted memories in your mind. it felt like absolute torture. yes, this had been your first serious relationship and you loved him so much, of course you were upset (to say the least).
the worst part was that you still saw him every now and then on campus, which only made your heart ache more. especially when he happened to be around his girl friends. you knew it was just irrational jealousy but that didn't stop you from getting nauseous at the sight.
àȘâ⎠more under the cut!
one thing was for certain: you couldn't keep going like this, you were extremely exhausted from feeling so miserable 24/7. crying all the time was getting old, and rotting in bed forever didn't seem like a good long term solution. so, you had a totally mature and genius idea that would definitely not make things worse in any way. there was a house party being hosted by someone you knew, it would be the perfect place to get drunk and forget about your ex. even if it's just for one night.
your friends had already been nagging you to go, knowing your current state and how you barely left your house unless it was absolutely necessary. they were worried for you and missed your radiant aura. minhee was convinced she'd find you a hot guy that would help you move on. yeah, you knew that wouldn't work as simple as that, it wasn't easy to simply forget someone you loved with your whole heart and dated for quite a while. but at least you could give it a try, right?
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fast forward to friday, you sat on the carpet in front of the body length mirror in your room, attempting to do your makeup. truth be told, it's been a while since you made yourself look so glamorous, which made it all the more difficult to get ready. every fibre of your being was screaming at you to just stay home and cry yourself to sleep while watching rom coms. but you pushed through, forcing yourself to stay on track with your plans and also not let down your friends who were there for you.
the faint sound of a honk broke you out of your thoughts, causing you to grab your belongings and waddle down the stairs in a dress that was shorter than you were comfortable with. your friend karina had gotten it for you a while ago, and you felt bad for never wearing it since then.
"looking good y/nnie!" minhee smirked and jokingly whistled as you managed to navigate yourself in to the passenger seat of her car.
all you could do was roll your eyes and playfully nudge her shoulder. "shut up"
she wiggled her brows in response before shifting gears and taking off to pick the other girls up too. you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous about tonight, and feeling some form of regret. you could only pray and hope that riki wouldn't be there, or you'd definitely drown yourself in the pool without a second thought.
following your excited and chatty friends up the stairs felt strangely like walking towards your impending doom. you stuck close to minhee, who unsurprisingly immediately made her way to the drinks. not like you minded, because there was no way you were surviving this night without any alcohol.
the unknown mix of drinks burned your throat as you swallowed it, not really bothering to be sensible. before you knew it, you were on the dance floor with your friends, laughing and singing along to the songs blasting from the speakers. even if it was due to the alcohol, finally having a smile on your face was really refreshing. karina seemed to notice, who flashed you a grin and tugged you closer as the two of you were dancing like there was no tomorrow.
as the night went on, you gradually lost yourself to the alcohol that was now buzzing in your veins. you didn't feel like yourself at all, but in the best way possible. anyone would be able to tell that you were completely out of it by now.
you had no idea where your friends had disappeared off to, and somehow you found yourself not caring. while you were busy pushing past people with no particular destination in mind, you accidentally bumped into someone.
"woopsies, silly me!" you giggled drunkenly, looking up to see who it was. your heart did a backflip when you managed to recognize the face staring back at you.
"no worries darling." you knew that aussie accent way too well. standing right in front of you was jake, riki's best friend. honestly you were just relieved that it wasn't riki himself.
"oh, hi jake." you stumbled a bit and grabbed onto his arm for support. he merely looked down at you in amusement, finding the blush on your cheek quite cute. his eyebrow shot up subtly, eyeing the revealing dress that was definitely out of chatacter for you. despite that, you looked undeniably gorgeous like always.
jake's hand moved to your waist casually, acting as a stabilizer so you wouldn't fall over. normally, you would've felt awkward in a situation like this, but now you weren't even phased.
"you look like you've had one too many drinks, hm?" he leaned closer to speak, so you'd hear him over the loud music. your hands instinctively tightened around his arm.
"i-i'm fine..." you mumbled stubbornly, even though it was obvious you were close to collapsing right there on the spot.
"are you here alone? where are your friends?" if you were sober, you definitely wouldn't have missed the slight concern laced with his voice.
"uhmm... i dunno!" you grinned sheepishly at him, still pressed against his arm. "i think they ditched me"
you had no idea when or how you lost them, so his guess was as good as yours. "i was just about to leave anyway. can't leave a pretty thing like you drunk and alone"
before you knew it, jake was dragging you out of the party along with him. you weren't exactly sure what was going on, but even in your state you knew that you trusted him. after all, he was your ex's best friend, you'd known him for a while.
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jake guided you into his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed and looking down at you, as if contemplating something. now that you were actually here, in his apartment, he wasn't sure if this was the right decision. but what else could he do, leave you at the party when you were completely shitfaced? absolutely not.
he kneeled down in front of you and carefully took one of your legs in his hand, removing your heel with the upmost precision. the other one was discarded too, letting your feet feel relieved from being squished together all night.
you were quiet now, past your drunken giggling and just zoning out, having no clue where you were. he almost laughed at the sight. he'd never seen you so vulnerable and adorable.
"stay here, i'll bring you some water" he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. true to his words, he returned with the water in one hand, and a pill in the other.
you watched with glossy eyes as he sat down next to you and gently guided the glass to your lips. you obeyed, feeling refreshed by the cold liquid. he gave you the pill next, urging you to swallow it. "this will make your headache more bearable tomorrow"
a quiet hum left your lips as you followed his instructions, then set the glass aside on his nightstand. your movements were still uncoordinated and messy, making him chuckle.
"you tired, pretty?" jake examined your droopy eyes, you looked so cute he had to hold himself back from smothering you in affection.
the first time jake saw you, he had felt starstruck. if he could go back in time, he definitely wouldn't have fumbled you so bad. he was a coward, he waited too long and suddenly you were dating his best friend. despite all his attempts to get rid of his attraction towards you, nothing seemed to work in his favour. you were quite literally the only girl he couldn't have, and ironically enough also the only one he wanted. but of course, he was respectful of your relationship with riki and was good at hiding his feelings towards you, he'd never let his jealousy be the reason he fell out with his best friend.
so here you were, sitting in his bed, drunk off your ass and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out why you'd drink so much. he wasn't sure how riki would react if he knew the situation he was in right now. he chose to push that thought aside and focus on you.
when you didn't answer his question, he spoke again, "you can sleep in my clothes, yeah?"
you nodded and stood up, letting him help you make your way to the bathroom. As he was closing the door, he added one more thing. "if you need any help, just shout for me."
it was quite difficult to get your dress off, but you managed somehow. all your limbs felt weak and heavy, and you were still disoriented, though you were able to change without falling over or breaking anything. jake's shirt swallowed your small frame comfortably, and you smiled faintly at the smell of his cologne lingering on the fabric. your mind was a jumbled mess of feelings as you returned, seeing him scrolling his phone, also in a more comfortable set of clothes.
he looked up and smirked at you, his eyes shamelessly travelling down your body as he took in the sight of you. to him, you'd never looked hotter. the combination of your messy hair and his shirt stopping by your mid-thighs was enough to make his head spin. he had to remind himself that you were drunk, and no matter how badly he wanted you he couldn't take advantage of you in this state.
seeing him pat a spot on the bed, you didn't need much convincing to climb under the covers and rest your head on a pillow. once again, you were welcomed with his scent, causing you to feel strangely comforted.
jake stood up and gave you one last look, making sure you were laid on your side so you wouldn't accidentally hurt yourself by choking on your tongue.
"where are you going?" you asked tiredly, opening your eyes to see him by the door of his bedroom.
"i'm sleeping on the couch." he raised a brow, surprised to see you sit up in the bed after just getting comfortable. your next words made him wonder if he was hallucinating.
"come back, i don't want to be alone"
your quiet, pleading voice was simply impossible to resist. how could he say no, when you were looking at him with literal puppy eyes? he sighed, and following a moment of hesitation he climbed into bed next to you. it's not like he didn't want to sleep next to you, god he would give anything to experience this. but he wasn't sure how long he could control himself when you were in his bed, looking like an angel.
for a few minutes, the room was filled with heavy silence as the two of you simply stared at each other. you admired his face, the dim lighting only adding to the tension slowly filling the air. you'd never really noticed just how pretty he was before. his round, brown eyes seemed so welcoming.
"jake..." you almost whispered his name, with nothing specific in mind. you just wanted to end the silence between you, it felt too tense.
"hm?" his eyes never left yours, studying your face as if you were the most interesting thing in the world. the longer you looked at him, the more your heart seemed to race.
"i... i don't know"
"what's wrong?" jake studied your glossy eyes, wondering why you were suddenly acting so emotional. his heart clenched at the sight of you nearly crying. he longed to pull you close and kiss you until you were smiling again.
"i don't know, i just..." you struggled to find words to express how you felt, especially with the alcohol still lingering in your system. there was so much you wanted to say, but you knew better than to break down in his bed when he'd been kind enough to bring you home with him safely. "...i don't wanna be alone. i hate the silence, i hate feeling everything and nothing at the same time i-"
suddenly you felt his finger wiping a stray tear from your cheek, one you haven't even noticed falling. there it was, that familiar heavy feeling in your heart. the one you were so sick of feeling, all you wanted was for it to go away.
you didn't really think before scooting over and hugging jake's larger frame. your face was buried in his neck, a good way to hide your tears as well as your embarrassment. his warmth felt intoxicating and you clutched his shirt like you were afraid he'd disappear.
jake didn't hesitate to welcome your hug and return it, he was more than happy to be your shoulder to cry on. seeing you in such a state made him realize just how emotionally drained you'd been since the breakup happened, he silently cursed riki for not taking care of you properly.
you felt like this was the first time someone had properly hugged you in weeks, which didn't help the overflowing emotions you were already experiencing. you clinged to him as if he was your lifeline, your only hope. there was no way you could explain the way his entire presence and embrace was more comforting than anything you'd felt in a while.
maybe you were delusional, but being in his arms like this made you feel all the more attracted to him. letting your guard down was something you rarely ever did, even with your most trusted friends. yet here you were, silently crying in jake's bed and confessing how lonely you felt as of late. it felt so intimate to be vulnerable around him.
"it's okay, you're not alone. i'm here, yeah?" he murmured against your hair, rubbing your back gently in an attempt to calm you down. if he wasn't paying attention, he would've missed the subtle nod of your head.
"i'm sorry. please don't leave." you whispered, sliding your hands under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his back that was practically radiating heat.
your touch caught him off guard and he almost hissed at the contact, his arms tightened around your waist. "i'm not going anywhere darling, and you have nothing to be sorry for. you've been through a lot and you just need some love"
yeah, you did need love. you felt guilty, a part of you still yearned for it to be riki who gave you the love you wanted so badly. but he was gone now, no matter how much you cried over it the past won't change. the more rational part of your brain was constantly urging you to move on and accept the fact that riki doesn't love you anymore. you swore the mixed emotions were going to drive you insane, if they haven't already.
but right now, even if it wasn't what you wanted, jake was what you needed. if only you knew the true extent of how much he cared for you.
jake's hands paused against your back when he felt the soft press of your lips against his neck. it surprised him so much that he couldn't help but wonder if he was imagining things. but no, he felt it yet again. "fuck, angel... don't do that" he struggled to speak properly.
"why not?" you pulled away a bit to examine his face, searching for signs of any discomfort, or maybe disgust. you just wanted to shower him in affection to show him how grateful you felt to be here with him right now. to be able to sleep in his bed and cry in his arms to your heart's extent.
he wasn't sure how to explain the reason he didn't want you to kiss him right now, and you were completely oblivious to his internal struggle.
"you're still tipsy, and emotional..." jake brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek, "i'm not going to take advantage of your state." he was being so sweet to you, it was almost annoying. yes, you were still not entirely sober but you couldn't deny the overwhelming urge to be... close to him.
so instead of replying, you leaned closer and pecked his cheek, causing jake to groan aloud. how could he possibly restrain himself when the girl he was whipped for was acting like this? he cupped your jaw with one hand and pulled your face closer, placing his lips onto yours with one swift motion.
your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back as if you had done this a million times before. it felt so natural, and you were becoming lightheaded from how perfectly your lips felt against each other. previously you'd been worried that kissing someone would feel wrong, and you thought you'd imagine you were kissing riki instead, but right now there wasn't a single thought about him in your mind. all you could focus on was how good it was.
jake felt like he was losing his mind more every second he continued to kiss you. he didn't care how needy he might be coming off, cause fuck he'd wanted to this for months. never in a million years did he anticipate it would actually happen, in this context no less.
the kiss grew more heated as you moved your hands from his back to feel up his defined abs, relishing how supple and warm his skin was. at the same time, jake had a hand cupping your cheek, while the other one slid down to your waist, dipping under the shirt you were wearing. the feeling of your bare skin under his fingertips was absolutely euphoric. safe to say, neither of you were thinking about how right or wrong this might be at the moment. all your thoughts were out the window and you were entirely immersed in his company.
he didn't hesitate for a second when he realized you were tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently demanding its removal. the t-shirt was tossed aside, landing somewhere on the floor of his bedroom. your eyes widened as you were met with the sight of his bare upper body, you had to hold yourself back from practically drooling at the view. jake noticed your lustful gaze and couldn't help but smirk to himself. he pulled you closer and kissed you briefly before whispering in your ear lowly, "your turn."
he didn't leave you time to respond, tugging your shirt over your head. the action made you blush a bit, but you lifted your arms to help him remove the item of clothing. faint goosebumps littered your skin due to the sudden loss of heat, mixed with the tension in the air.
your hands landed on his chest, you took a moment to look into his eyes before inching closer and placing your lips on his for the nth time. the passion was halted for a moment, leaving room for the kiss to be more timid and soft. it didn't last for long though, soon enough it turned needy once again.
jake sat up without warning and pulled you into his lap snugly by your waist. your legs landed on either side of his thighs as you made yourself comfortable and wrapped your arms around his neck. his half lidded eyes and lazy grin made your heart skip a beat. for a second you felt stunned, an overwhelming sense of need filled you. he didn't miss the way your gaze travelled down his bare body once again, it sent a strange kind of satisfaction through him.
his lips found their way down from your jaw to your neck, peppering it with soft kisses. a quiet groan left his throat as you thread your fingers through his dark brown hair. the playful kisses turned into gentle nips and bites, jake couldn't resist leaving a few pretty marks along your porcelain skin.
your hushed gasp was a contrast to the mostly quiet atmosphere as his hands had somehow ended up squeezing your backside. the action caused you to arch your back instinctively, making you grind against him.
"fuck." he whispered, gently guiding your hips in his lap. the slight friction was intoxicating.
"jake..." his name left your mouth in a quiet whisper as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, letting your urges get the best of you.
"i know, baby" his hands slid lower to caress your inner thighs tenderly. he tried not to moan as his hips pushed upward involuntary, amplifying the friction between you, while his boxers were becoming increasingly tight as his arousal strained against the fabric.
your lips found his once more, you were getting more desperate by the second and your mind was consumed purely with need for him. the material of his sweatpants felt soft under your fingers as you tugged subtly.
jake's breath hitched and his resolve crumbled almost immediately. he was a gone man, there was no going back now. breaking the kiss and muttering a quiet curse, he shoved his sweats and boxers down his hips in one swift motion. the rest was kicked off carelessly, leaving him completely bare under you. his hard length stood heavy against his stomach, flushed and leaking.
the sight made you want to faint on the spot, you had been so caught up chasing your lust and now it all felt real. you were still hovering on your knees, having lifted your hips to let him remove his remaining clothes.
but jake didn't plan on waiting around while you admired his erection, in a quick motion he flipped you over, pushing you against the pillows as he hovered above you. the view he had right now was almost enough to make him cum on the spot: you laid beneath him, sprawled out with messy hair and slightly swollen lips. not to mention some red marks he's left on your neck earlier (they definitely weren't the last either).
"you're so gorgeous, it's unfair."
before you knew it, he was kissing your shoulder, distracting you from the way his hand slid under your lacy panties. the gasp that left your lips was enough to let him know that you were surprised to feel his finger trail along your folds. god you were so wet he groaned out loud, opting to suck on your neck to keep himself quiet.
your arms darted to wrap around his neck once more as you felt him slide a finger into you. a broken moan left your lips, you bucked your hips into his hand, wanting to feel more of him.
"fuck, pretty, you're soaked" he murmured, his voice somewhat strained as he held himself back from shoving himself in fully and fucking you until you passed out.
"jake-" you couldn't speak properly even if you tried, especially not when another finger was pushed into you with ease. it was completely out of your control how your walls clenched around his diligently working fingers. "please..."
he could tell you were growing impatient and he knew exactly what you were asking for. as much as he longed to tease you and make you squirm under him as much as possible, his own arousal was consuming him whole.
after a few more pumps of his fingers, he pulled them out, earning a quiet whimper from you. he couldn't hold back a smirk, there was nothing that turned him on more than seeing you all desperate and needy for him, like you'd die if he didn't fill you up immediately. jake was pretty sure he'd never been as hard as he was right now in his entire life.
your panties were practically ripped off, not that you minded because that was the least of your concerns at the moment. you were completely focused on how jake grabbed your thighs and nudged them apart to position himself at your entrance.
he rubbed his tip against your aching clit, coating himself in your wetness and teasing you at the same time. "is this what you need doll? want me to fill you up?" he asked, his voice was low and laced with desire even with the obvious rhetorical question. he nudged inside, not giving you the full length yet as he moved his hands all over your body.
"yes! please jake, i need you" you whined shamelessly in response, tugging him closer with your hands on his back. there was no room for embarrassment, especially when you knew how much he was getting off from your begging.
he grunted in satisfaction at your response, pushing inside slowly until his hips pressed against yours. your gummy walls were tight and inviting, sucking him in with no effort. if jake thought he was close to losing it completely earlier, he was not ready for this moment. his entire body was tingling, senses heightened yet his brain completely gone, unable to form coherent thoughts.
"so good for me, i knew you could take it" he soothed your faint whimpers with a kiss on your forehead.
your eyes were glossy from the immense pleasure you felt with him just being buried to the hilt. the stretch was perfect, he filled you up perfectly without causing any pain.
after a moment of panting and moans, jake started to rock his hips, thrusting into you slowly. he wasn't sure how long he'd last with you being so perfect for him in every way.
"holy fuck..." he closed his eyes for a moment, desperate to keep himself together in favour of your pleasure and comfort. your soft moans and gasps didn't help his case one bit.
you couldn't stay quiet even if you tried, he was bringing you so much euphoria you swore you would explode. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he sped up his movements, pushing as deep as possible. "fuck, jake..."
"so vocal for me" he hummed against your ear, his breath tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps yet again, only heightening the growing pleasure. as he continued to thrust into you, his hand left your waist to grap one or your hands and hold it down against the mattress, fingers intertwining naturally.
a sudden pain shot through his body in result of your nails digging into the skin of his back, altering between scratching and holding on. but the feeling only turned him on more, urging him to pound into you even faster.
"you're doing so well angel, shit" jake knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he was very relieved to feel you squirm and clench around his dick.
"it's so much..." you muttered between moans, your senses were flooded and overwhelmed by now. you swore you could see stars every time you felt his tip push against your cervix, his movements were painfully precise. "i'm close, jake"
you calling his name out so sweetly was music to his ears. he kissed your cheek and spoke in a strained voice yet again, "me too, you gonna come for me princess? hm?"
it was a miracle that you even lasted this long, your adamant nods were only seconds prior to you clamping down on him hard. a mix of a moan and grunt was heard from jake as he let go of your hand to wrap his arms around your waist instead.
with a few more sloppy thrusts, his climax was just behind yours. his hair was tugged and you squeezed your legs tightly as his hips jerked. you were filled up by ropes of his thick seed, making your eyes roll back from the pleasure completely and moan his name like a prayer.
both your bodies were moulded against each other, only disrupted occasionally with your light squirms. jake stroked your hair gently, holding onto you like he was afraid you would disappear. after a few peaceful moments, he carefully pulled out and grabbed a clean tissue to help you clean up.
once you were both under the cover again, he didn't waste any time to pull you against his chest. "i'm here, i won't leave." he whispered sweet reassurances to you, caressing any part of you he could reach. you practically melted into his arms completely, his presence was beyond comforting for your exhausted self.
you muttered against his warm skin quietly, "thank you"
"for what?" he smiled sweetly, even though you couldn't see his face. here you were, thanking him when you had been the one to give him the best experience he could ever ask for.
"taking care of me."
"i would never neglect my baby."
his words were enough to paint a soft smile onto your tired face. it didn't take long for you to drift into a peaceful sleep, especially when you were cuddled up to him so snugly. jake's heart swelled at how cute you looked in his arms. he couldn't ask for more, all he'd wanted was to take care of you and he finally got the chance, he wasn't going to hesitate or be a coward with you ever again.
a/n: so. i just wanted to try out writing smut but this is gonna be my first and last time because WTFF IS THIS LMAO
i'm sticking to smaus i can't write for the life of me
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AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER â GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day two â overstimulation ; find masterlist here
synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perksâlike fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okayâhe can always just show you instead
length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)
notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos
most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, thoughâyou have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.
no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friendsâ fatherâand itâs going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when heâs found himself a single father of two, but that doesnât mean heâs not too old for you. and it especially doesnât mean that itâs not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.
you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of collegeâthe rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.
who wouldnât be? youâre smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girlsâafter all, every fatherâs worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogsâsuguru should know. theyâre sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru canât bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behaviorâbut thatâs all quelled when he meets you.
but he never thought, not even for one second, that heâd become one of those men.
those older men who fuck girls half their ageâthe girls that are barely in their twenties and still donât even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who donât realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what itâs like to be free.
suguru has always found those men deplorable. theyâre the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of societyâwomen must be protected from them at all costs.
but now? wellâŠ.now heâs one of themâand he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.
not when youâre sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though heâs not let himself go by any means, is past his primeâhe still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but heâs not immune to the effects of aging.
his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. heâs still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but theyâre still not as hardâlayered over a slight belly that he canât seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.
heâs aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimikoâs friendsâheâs always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.
thatâs your dad? god, heâs so hot.
what? heâs single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?
i canât believe heâs never been marriedâwomen in his generation donât deserve him. iâll take him off their hands.
wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?
oh my god, heâs so fine. are you sure heâs in his forties?
nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at theâŠless than proper comments theyâve had to witness about their father. in fact, theyâve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. itâs bothersomeâa little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things theyâd let their dad, of all people, do to them.
but you? you donât make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.
but if only they knewâŠ
if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when youâre spending the night, you donât actually sleepâinstead, you sneak off to their fatherâs room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thighâbut he takes his time with you, and doesnât do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet.Â
instead, he focuses on remembering your bodyâitâs been a while, after all. he hasnât felt your hips, hasnât tasted your skin, hasnât heard your voice.Â
âmissed you,â suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. âhavenât seen you in a bit, angel.â
âiâve had midterms,â you murmur.
suguru knowsânanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. heâs more than a little disappointed that you havenât come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions youâve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs itâs about time.
suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.
a boyâa boy? youâve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? whatâs got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine youâve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?
he thinks maybe not, now that youâre back in his bedâbut he still has too many unanswered questions.Â
âso iâve heard,â he says lowly, âiâve also heard thereâs a certain boy on your radar.â he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. âa much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.â
you roll your eyes, snorting.
âis that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,â you huff fondly, âi told them already. heâs just my partner for a presentation. weâre practicing.â
âoh?â suguru raises a browâand then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.
âyes,â you giggle, âno need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.â
âthatâs exactly why iâm jealous,â he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.
your lips taste like honeyâprobably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.
âoh, you poor thing,â you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? âhave you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?â
âwell, kids your age fool around quite a bit,â he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, âwhat was i supposed to think?â
youâve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like heâs wiser, like heâs aware of something youâre not.Â
girls, make sure you share your location with meâi need to find you in case anything happens. itâs for your own safety, end of discussion.
make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when youâre not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. iâve seen this happen plenty.
donât walk alone in the streets at night. call me. iâll pick you upâno, nanako, itâs not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.
donât get into any boyâs cars, girls. you never know whatâll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your lifeâhey, donât roll your eyes at me. one day, youâll understand iâm right.
âiâm not a kid,â you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. âdidâya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, yâknow.â
âno, youâre not a kid,â suguru agrees, âyouâre a brat.â and then heâs back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access.Â
sometimes, itâs fun to get under suguruâs skinâitâs fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, âwho knows? maybe heâd fuck betterâmore stamina, yâknow?â
itâs supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his browsâbut suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard.Â
âoh yeah?â he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, âyou think so? what, you think an old man like me canât fuck you long enough?â
you donât get a chance to replyânot before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch.Â
âsuguruââ
âlook at that,â he chuckles, âwearing my favorite one, huh? canât fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isnât that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,â he murmursâhe speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if heâs read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval.Â
part of you knows you should quit while you canâthe other part? wellâŠit wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it.Â
âwell,â you huff, âwhatâre you waiting for, then? donât tell me the age has slowed you downââ
âyou really donât know when to quit, do you?â he says in a low snarl, âfine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.â
it all happens before you can even registerâone moment, youâre grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.
âyou know the thing about guys your age,â he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, âis that they really donât know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just donât have enough experience to really figure it out.â
his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. itâs slowâdeliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant.Â
âsuguru, m-moreââ
âdonât worry,â he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, âyouâll get plenty, baby. weâll see if youâve got the stamina. yâknow, since youâre so young.â
his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where youâre most sensitiveâsuguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didnât even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasnât changedâhis fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit.Â
itâs always been a blessing that nanako and mimikoâs room is across the houseâhad they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until itâs about to burst.Â
âs-suguru, âm close, so, so closeââ
âalready?â he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, âthought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthfulâfigured youâd last a bit longer.â
heâs mean about itârubs it in your face some more that youâre so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesnât even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but heâs already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.
âno,â your voice breaks, ân-no, so close, please. i wantââ
âthatâs what he wouldâve done,â suguru hums, âpulled out before you even finished. thatâs what guys your age always doâthey donât know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?â
âno,â you say quickly, shaking your head. youâre a pretty little thing, he thinksâpouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. âno, you always make me cumâplease, i wanna cum, sugu.â
âyeah?â he pouts with faux sympathy, âdidnât feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesnât it?â
âuh huh,â you nodâyouâre still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguruâheâs too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare.Â
âthink that boyââ he spits the last word like itâs poison on his tongue, ââcan take care of you?â
âno,â you whimper, âno, he canât. not like you, never like you.â
âthatâs a good girl,â he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. âyou know something else about men your age? they donât care to please a womanâdonât bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be hereââ he pauses to motion between your legs, where heâs currently situated, ââwillingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?â
âi-i donâtâŠi never asked someone toââ
âdid you ever ask me?â he interrupts, raising a brow at you, âyou ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what iâm doingâknow how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isnât that right?âÂ
âyes, yesâyou always give me what i wantââ
âwhat you need,â he corrects, âand you know what i think you need right now? this.â
his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tugâsuguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him.Â
his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moanâand really, itâs almost a squealâwhen his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. youâre close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just canât hold it back anymore.Â
âsuguââm c-cumming. god âs so goodâfeels good,â you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you.Â
he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody.Â
âi bet heâs never seen someone look like this,â suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, âso pretty when falling apart. bet heâd never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.â
your orgasm ripples through youâitâs not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but itâs definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again.Â
âthat felt good?â he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.
âyeah,â you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âhope youâre not tired out just yet,â he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, âbecause weâre nowhere near done, baby. not even close.â
just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place.Â
âbet i could make you cum just from this,â he says with a laugh, âi donât even need to fuck you.â
âplease,â you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, âplease, suguân-need more.â
âbe more specific,â he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, âgonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out hereâiâm afraid i donât know what iâm doing.â
suguru is doing everything he can to drag this outâif youâd known one small comment would have him riled up like thisâŠwell, truthfully, you canât say you wouldnât have made it anyway. itâs exciting in its own right when heâs so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this.Â
no one can know about you and suguruânot nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what theyâd say, how theyâd feel.Â
disgustâshame, even. heâs far too old for you, you know theyâd say; heâs a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only thatâlay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father.Â
something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocatedâthat suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasnât a joke, what youâd said. not to him, at leastâmaybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but heâll never, ever treat you the way suguru doesâno one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know.Â
so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, âfuck me, suguru. pleaseâneed you.â
he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. itâs flushed a deep pinkâitâs been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him.Â
for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properlyâhe might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as heâs inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitchâbut suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you.Â
âlook at that,â he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, âtook me so easily. âs cause when you do it right, it doesnât take much, does it?â
âf-fuckââ your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. âmove, suguruâplease, c-canât wait anymore. jusâ wanna feel you.â
âi know,â he chuckles, âpatience is a virtue, sweetheart.â
despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymoreâitâs been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. itâs loudâthe sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress.Â
âgodâfuck, suguruâth-there,â you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him.Â
youâve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like youâre his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls arenât home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. thereâs one common denominatorâthe way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth.Â
itâs exciting, maybe. at first, itâs scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, itâs something much more than thatâyou donât think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didnât.Â
they couldnât be suguruâwould never be suguru.Â
âthere, huh?â he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, âi know. i know how to fuck this pussyâmy pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think heâd care to learn? think heâd even try?â
âno,â you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, âno. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.â
ânghâsh-shit,â he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. itâs a little pride-inducing, the way youâre still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way youâre lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.
itâs a mess, itâs filthy the way thereâs a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.
itâs good, the way he makes you feelâhe can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.
âs-suguruâoh.â
âwhat, you gettinâ all fucked out on me? âm not even close yet, princess,â he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips.Â
and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nervesâyou sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.
âs-suguâclose, âm gonna cum a-againâso close,â you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you.Â
youâre closeâyou canât fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. itâs still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this timeâyour second high creeping up on you when you least expect it.Â
it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, âs so good. suguru, âm cumming. suguru, âs all for you.
every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate.Â
âf-fuck, baby,â he grunts, âsqueezinâ me so tightâsuch a tight fuckinâ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? âs bullshitângh.â
you donât answerâcanât answer, in fact. itâs all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. heâs still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. itâs almost too muchâit is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words.Â
ââs t-too much, suguâc-canât anymore,â you try, âcanât.â
âwhat?â he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, âyouâre tappinâ out on me already? but âm not even done yet, sweetheart. havenât even finished yetâdonât tell me youâre already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriendâs stamina if you canât even take an old man like me?â
âc-canât take anyone but you,â you sob, âjusâ youâonly you. promise.â
âyeah? you swear?â
âuh huh. jusâ you, suguâdonâ want anyone else. wonât fuck me the same.â
âatta girl,â he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, âthatâs what i thought. make sure you donât forget, okay?â
âfuck, suguruââmâŠg-gonnaâŠâ
âgonna what? cum? youâre cumming again?â you nod at thatâhe grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like thatâhair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguruâthe guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans.Â
âi-iâmâfuck, fuck, fuck,â you canât form sentences anymore as you cumâagain. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock.Â
it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, âbaby, fuckââm gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, havenât you?â
âyes, yesâyours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,â you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. âwanna be yours.â
you can feel himâfeel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over youâjust barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how youâre his, how youâll always only be his.Â
âmine,â he grits, âyouâre fuckinâ mineâsee how youâre suckinâ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? âs cause youâre mine.â
his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek.Â
âso,â he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, âstill think you need someone with more stamina? someone whoâll fuck you betterââ
âgod,â you groan, slapping his shoulder, âwill you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didnât you?â
âno,â he murmurs, pecking your lips, âstill wanna hear it some more.â
âyour ego needs a reality check,â you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, âthink iâve fed it plenty all night.â
âactually, i think you crushed it,â he pouts theatrically, âtalking about some asshole who doesnât care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,â he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.
âthey think i donât know how to talk to men,â you snort, âimagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.â
âhey,â he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside youâhe pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. itâs so wrongâlying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing youâve ever done right. âage is nothing but a number, sweetheart.â
if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Please Let Me Live - Vil Schoenheit x reader
You get isekai'd into the worst novel you've had the misfortune of reading because apparently your life is a cosmic joke. Now all you have to do is not act like the character you've possessed and it'll be fine, you think? Your fiancé being Vil Schoenheit makes it a little harder to behave like a human being with functional braincells, but hey, atleast he likes you, you think?
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You'd avoided it for so long. For months, your best friend had been pestering you to read the shoujo isekai novel of the year. According to them, it was the epitome of romantic drama, the kind that would "turn your heart into a mess of feelings" and "change your life." So, finally, after a particularly grueling week, your willpower hit rock bottom. You caved. You bought it, poured yourself a drink, and figured, "How bad can it be?"
Turns out, really bad.
Youâd barely made it past the first few chapters before your brain began to leak out of your ears. Every overused villainess plot point imaginable was crammed into the story like a contest of "how much nonsense can we fit in here before the reader gives up?" The evil fiancĂ©e everyone inexplicably hated? Check. The perfect cinnamon roll male lead everyone adored even though he had the personality of wet cardboard? Double check. The heroine who was so pure that even her sneeze would be enough to unite warring nations who also happens to be the saintess? You had to put the book down and take a moment when she gave a speech about friendship that was so saccharine, your teeth hurt.
Grumbling and filled with regret, you got up to refill your drink⊠only to slip on bubble wrap you swore yesterday that you were going to pick up later, fall face-first into the kitchen counter, and began to bleed out.
It was a comically stupid way to die. You knew that as you lay there, watching the light fade from your vision, your last thoughts being, This is the dumbest thing thatâs ever happened to me.
And then, darkness.
You woke up with a groan, your head pounding. As your vision cleared, you noticed you were lying in a very, very fancy bed. Silk sheets, gold trimming on the canopy, the works. And you were dressed in something frilly, layered, and far too complicated for someone who just woke up from a near-death experience.
"What theâŠ"
You sat up, rubbing your eyes, only to freeze as the realization hit you. This was not your bed. This was not your apartment. This wasâŠÂ Oh god, no.
You whipped your head around the lavish room, recognizing it from the novel youâd been hate-reading just last night. The massive mirror above the dresser, the tapestry with an overly detailed family crest, the obnoxiously large bouquet of roses that smelled way too sweet.
Youâre in the book.
Panicking, you scrambled out of bed and rushed to the full-length mirror by the wall. The reflection staring back at you was not your own. Instead, you saw an unfamiliar faceâher face. The one mentioned once, maybe twice, in the whole novel before being discarded like an old shoe: the betrothed of the villain.
The fiancée who dumps him for the male lead. The fiancée who gets themselves killed in the process.
âOh, come on!â you groaned, slapping your forehead. âIâm the villainâs betrothed? Iâm that idiot who leaves Vil Schoenheit because I fall for the human incarnation of a sugar cube?â
But there was no escaping it. You were now stuck in the body of a side character so irrelevant that even her death was treated as an afterthought. The one who leaves her handsome, ambitious, gorgeous fiancé for⊠Neige.
No. No, no, no. You were not about to die over a soggy cinnamon roll.
Determined to change your fate, you gathered your wits and opened the door to leave the room. But of course, you ran headlong into a tall figure, knocking you both back.
âOof! Careful there!â a smooth, yet stern voice said. You looked upâand froze. Standing before you, looking like something straight out of a high-fashion magazine, was Vil Schoenheit. The man whose heart you were supposed to break, the villain who would later descend into madness after you ditch him.
And wow. In person, he was even more stunning than the novel had described. His golden-blond hair shimmered in the sunlight pouring through the window, his purple eyes were as sharp as they were beautiful, and his posture screamed confidence.
You blinked up at him, utterly dumbfounded. Youâre supposed to leave him? For Neige? You nearly gagged at the thought.
Vil raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your wide-eyed staring. âIs something the matter?â
You gulped. Right. You were supposed to be cold and dismissive toward him, werenât you? But how? This man looked like he could make the heavens weep with his beauty. How had your character ever even considered leaving him?
âNo, nothingâs the matter!â you blurted out, a little too enthusiastically. âActually, everythingâs great! You look fantastic! I mean, not that you donât always look fantasticâbecause you doâbut, you know, extra fantastic today!â
Vilâs eyes narrowed. âYouâre acting strange.â
Abort. Abort!
You quickly cleared your throat. âUh, Iâve just been⊠thinking. About us.â
His gaze became sharper. âAbout us?â
You nodded, plastering on your most sincere smile. âYes! Iâve realized⊠I havenât been very, uh, appreciative of you lately. And Iâm sorry for that. Really, I am. So from now on, Iâll be the most appreciative fiancĂ©e ever!â
Vil looked at you as though youâd just told him the sun was cold. He clearly didnât trust this sudden change in attitude. âWhat exactly brought this on?â he asked slowly, suspiciously.
Time for Plan B. âOh, you know, just⊠reflection! Self-improvement! I thought, âWhy would I ever look anywhere else when Iâve got someone like *you* right in front of me?â Youâre⊠amazing, really.â You cringed internally at how corny that sounded, but Vil didnât seem entirely put off.
âHm,â was all he said, but his piercing gaze stayed locked on you, watching for any sign of deceit.
You were sweating bullets, but at least he wasnât storming off. Yet.
You knew from the moment you read the back cover that this novel was going to be a dumpster fire of clichés, but you were not prepared for the sheer chaos of it all.
So, first off, we have the heroineâthe Saintessâwho has somehow never faced a single hardship in her life, despite the fact that sheâs supposed to be the kingdomâs beacon of virtue and a symbol of overcoming hardship. Sheâs engaged to the crown prince, who conveniently disappears on a diplomatic mission and dies offscreen, probably to make room for her new love interest, Neige LeBlanche. Neige. That sparkly ray of sunshine who is so perfect and pure that you feel like you need sunglasses whenever his name is mentioned. Because apparently, whatâs more romantic than falling for a guy immediately after your fiancĂ© kicks the bucket?
Then thereâs the second male lead, the brooding Duke of the North, who checks all the boxes: tall, brooding, handsome, tragic backstoryâyawn. Of course, heâs madly in love with the Saintess, and like any self-respecting second male lead in a trashy romance, he sacrifices himself for her later. Because nothing says âIâm irrelevantâ quite like noble self-sacrifice.
And don't even get started on the heroine's best friend. Sheâs basically there to fawn over the Saintess and then inexplicably fall for Vil, the Grand Duke, after she pressures him into apologizing for insulting the heroine's dress. Like, why? Was his dress critique that alluring?
Now, Vil Schoenheit. The Grand Duke. The guy youâre currently stuck with as your fiancĂ©. Heâs actually a decent characterâpowerful, intelligent, not falling over himself to worship the Saintess like everyone else. But in the novel, heâs wasted. Why? Because heâs engaged to the character youâre now possessingâMiss Mean and Coldâwho treats him like dirt because sheâs too busy fantasizing about Neige. You know, the guy she has no shot with because heâs destined to fall for the Saintess. Then, when your character eventually dumps Vil for Neige, she dies in a freak accident. Vil, who actually loved her (for reasons no one understands), is so heartbroken that he turns into the main villain.
Yes, thatâs rightâthis whole mess of a plot ends with Vil going full villain mode because the love of his life ditched him for the living embodiment of a childrenâs snowman and then died in a way that no one can explain. Cue the Saintess and Neige teaming up to defeat him and live happily ever after.
And thatâs the story. A tangled web of nonsensical relationships, conveniently dead characters, and more emotional whiplash than you can handle. And the cherry on top? You're stuck in it, watching everything unfold firsthand. It's honestly a wonder the book didnât end up as kindling.
A few days passed, and somehow, miraculously, you managed to keep up the act. Every morning you would wake up, still half-expecting to snap out of this bizarre isekai nightmare, but instead, you were met with Vilâs meticulous morning routine and the low hum of his voice offering helpful reminders about skincare.
And the more time you spent with him, the more baffled you became.
How the hell could the original character have messed this up?!
Sure, Vil was particularâokay, maybe borderline obsessiveâabout appearances. His lectures about proper sunscreen application could rival the length of the Odyssey. And yes, the daily inspections of your outfit choices felt a little like going through customs at a royal border.
But⊠he was kind? Like, actually caring?
Every meal was an event because he made sure you were eating properly and not just shoving random food into your mouth like the gremlin you clearly were before. He listened when you rambled about your day, offering advice with this gentle patience that honestly made you want to weep. How could anyone leave this?
You found yourself in front of a mirror one afternoon, pacing and gesturing wildly at your reflection, as if you could summon the spirit of the character youâd possessed. "What the actual hell was wrong with you?!" you hissed at the glass. âWhat kind of brain rot would make someone ditch a man like Vil?! Are you missing brain cells, or was your skull just a rental with nothing in it?!â
You paused, glaring at your reflection as if it could offer answers, but nope. It just stared back, helpless.
âLike, hello?!â you continued, throwing your hands up in exasperation. âYou had a golden opportunity here! Heâs literally gorgeous! Heâs got hair that looks like it was hand-spun by some ancient beauty god, his fashion sense could kill a lesser mortal, and heâ*gasp*âcares about your well-being?!â
You slapped your forehead dramatically. âHow did you mess this up? Were you allergic to good things? Did you wake up every day and choose to be a feral raccoon instead of, I donât know, appreciating this actual masterpiece of a human being? What, did you look at his perfect face and go, âNah, Iâd rather yeet myself into self-destruction?â Because clearly, thatâs what happened!â
Your reflection remained silent, offering no help, which only fueled your rant further.
âYou absolute donut! You ridiculous bottle of poorly mixed potion! Youââ You stopped mid-sentence, running out of sufficiently creative insults to throw at the former owner of this body. Because seriously, what kind of fool wouldâve thrown Vil away?
You gripped the sides of the vanity table, leaning forward, narrowing your eyes at your own reflection. "If I find out that you gave up on this because he once asked you to wear a face mask or told you to drink more water⊠I swear, I'm going to find a way to repossess you just to kill you again for making me deal with this."
A soft knock at the door startled you out of your self-directed tirade. You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to see Vil standing in the doorway, one perfectly groomed eyebrow raised in amusement.
âTalking to yourself again?â he asked, his voice smooth but with a teasing edge. âYou know, thatâs usually a sign of stress. Perhaps we should revisit that meditation routine I mentioned.â
You stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless, wondering how much heâd overheard. But then you caught sight of that soft smile he reserved just for you, and your brain short-circuited all over again.
Right. The original character was definitely an idiot.
The first major hurdle hit you when you least expected it.
It all started with what should have been a calm afternoonâa brief moment of peace where you and Vil could actually spend time together, no schemes, no weird confrontations, just enjoying tea. You were finally getting comfortable with each other, slowly building the trust that had been so fragile at the start. Finally, you thought, things were moving smoothly.
Then the overused villainess trope decided to rear its ugly head.
Vil was talking about an upcoming event heâd be hosting, his voice calm, his usual stern features softened just slightly by the moment of peace. You were finally letting your guard down.
That was until the door creaked open and in waltzed the heroineâs best friend, a girl with wide, doe-like eyes and a penchant for stirring up unnecessary drama. Behind her, looming in the doorway, was the second male leadâyour eternal source of frustration from the novel. He was tall, brooding, and always, always popping up at the most inconvenient moments. A defeated looking Epel walked in behind them, with a look that screamed 'trust me I tried to stop them.'
âOh no,â you whispered under your breath, recognizing this scene before it could even play out. You knew what was coming, and you braced yourself for the utter absurdity of it.
Vilâs sharp gaze flicked from the two intruders back to you, his brows furrowing in mild irritation. âWhat is it now?â he muttered, already sensing the impending nonsense.
The heroineâs friend, ever the bringer of chaos, marched right up to your table with a dramatic flair that could only come from someone who believed they were the only purveyor of justice. âI canât stay quiet any longer!â she declared, pointing an accusatory finger in Vilâs direction. âVil, how could you treat the heroine this way?! Youâve been so cold, so distantâand itâs clear that you donât truly care for anyone but yourself!â
You blinked. Excuse me?
Vilâs lips pursed, the irritation growing on his face. âAnd what, pray tell, did I do?â
âYou know what you did!â she exclaimed, crossing her arms like sheâd just delivered the most damning statement in history. âYouâve been ignoring her, brushing her off, and acting like she doesnât even exist. Sheâs heartbroken because of you!â
You groaned internally. Oh no, this was that scene. The one where, because Vil once made an offhand comment about the heroineâs poor choice in dresses at a ball, suddenly he was painted as some cruel villain who was emotionally tormenting the delicate heroine. It was such an incredibly stupid misunderstanding that you distinctly remembered wanting to throw the book across the room when youâd first read it.
To make matters worse, the second male lead, standing silently but brooding in the doorway, was glowering at Vil like he was ready to challenge him to a duel at any moment. Because of a comment about a dress.
âAre you serious?â you blurted out, the frustration bubbling up before you could stop yourself.
The heroineâs friend gasped, her eyes wide. âExcuse me?!â
âLet me get this straight,â you said, rising from your seat with a groan, âyouâre upset because Vil, what, didnât shower her with praise at the last event? And now youâve decided to come in here, storming into our tea time, to complain about it?â
The second male leadâs brooding scowl deepened, his jaw tightening. âVil has been cruelââ
âAbout a dress.â You cut him off, waving your hand dismissively. âVil made one comment about her dress. Thatâs it. And now weâre doing this whole song and dance like heâs some kind of evil tyrant?â
The room was already tense, the heroineâs best friend visibly fuming, but you couldnât help it. The words just came out before you could stop them.
âAnd while weâre at it,â you said, your voice dripping with mock innocence, âletâs talk about that dress. You know, the one youâre all so upset about. I mean, Iâm no fashion expert, but who in their right mind thought wearing that shade of mustard-yellow was a good idea?â
The friendâs mouth fell open, but you werenât finished. âI mean, she walked into the ballroom looking like a sad banana trying to go to a high society function. I get itâsaintess and all thatâbut thereâs no reason to dress like the interior of an overripe cantaloupe.â
Vil made a choking sound next to you, and you dared to glance at him. His eyes were wide with shock, but there was an unmistakable glint of amusement. Oh, he wasnât pleased with the crudeness, but he definitely wasnât going to stop you either.
âAnd you,â you said, turning to the second male lead, who had been standing there like a silent, brooding statue, just staring at the two of you menacingly. âWhatâs your excuse? You came in here with all this brooding energy, acting like youâre about to duel someone over the fate of the heroine. But seriously, whatâs with your whole tragic hero act? Is your personality just permanent raincloud or do you practice that in the mirror?â
Vil covered his mouth with his hand, and you could see his shoulders shaking slightly. He was losing the battle to keep his composure, but he was tryingâfor dignityâs sake, of course.
Epel, on the other hand, had completely given up. The moment youâd said âsad banana,â he had fallen off his chair, doubled over in laughter, his face red as he clutched his sides. You werenât sure if it was your insults or the second male leadâs thunderstruck expression, but either way, Epel was in hysterics.
âIââ the heroineâs friend sputtered, but you interrupted her again.
âOh, and you.â You looked her up and down with a condescending smirk. âYou really want to talk about fashion? Because I donât know who told you that wearing ruffles with plaid was a look, but they were wrong. Youâre out here looking like you got lost in a fabric store and fell into the clearance bin.â
This time, Vil snorted. Actually snorted. The sound was so out of place that it almost derailed your tirade, but you powered through, buoyed by his reaction.
The second male lead looked like he was ready to explode, his aura now bordering on murderous. âYou canât justââ
âOh, canât I?â you shot back, crossing your arms. âBecause it seems like all of you came in here with the intent to stir up drama over something as trivial as a constructive remark. If youâre going to go to war over fashion, at least wear something that doesnât look like you picked it out with your eyes closed. Scratch that, I couldnât imagine picking that up even with my eyes closed.â
By now, Epel was rolling on the floor, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. âC-couldnât pick it out⊠with your eyes closed!â he wheezed, slapping his knee.
Vil, despite himself, let out a low giggle, shaking his head in disbelief. âWell,â he said, his voice steady but filled with mirth, âI suppose subtlety was never your strong suit.â
The heroineâs friend, now red-faced and flustered beyond belief, grabbed the second male lead by the arm and yanked him toward the door. âThis isnât over,â she spat, glaring at you. âWeâll see whoâs laughing when the heroineââ
âYeah, yeah,â you waved dismissively, âwhen the heroine what? Realizes sheâs been pining for someone who can't tell mustard from elegance? Trust me, Iâm not worried.â
With that, they both stormed out, slamming the door behind them in a huff of embarrassment and frustration. The second they were gone, you let out a breath and sank back into your chair, grinning at Vil, who was now openly smiling.
âYou really didnât hold back, did you?â Vil said, his amusement evident despite his usual calm demeanor. âI donât approve of suchâŠÂ crude insults, but I must admitââ his lips twitchedâ âit was rather effective.â
Epel, still recovering from his laughing fit, managed to haul himself back into his seat, wiping tears from his eyes. âThat was⊠that was the funniest thing Iâve ever seen,â he said between gasps for air. âI canât believe ya said that right to their faces!â
âGlad to be of service,â you said with a grin, though your heart was still pounding in your chest. You couldnât believe youâd actually said all of that out loud. But judging by Vilâs pleased expression and Epelâs ongoing laughter, it had been worth it.
Maybe surviving this trash novel wouldnât be so bad after all.
Youâd barely had time to process how bizarrely normal your life as the villainâs fiancĂ©e had become when the next absurd isekai plot point decided to rear its ugly, trope-filled head again.
It all started at yet another lavish tea party. Honestly, youâd begun to lose track of how many of these events you were forced to attend. They all blurred together into a haze of polite smiles, floral patterns, and far too much sugar.
This time, you were seated next to Vil, who, as always, looked like he had just stepped out of a renaissance painting. You, on the other hand, were trying not to spill tea on the new dress heâd insisted you wear. The dress itself was lovely, of courseâVil had impeccable tasteâbut the whole setting made you feel like you were constantly walking on eggshells. Especially since she was here. The heroine.
Today, though, you were determined to get through it without any drama. Just smile, nod, and let the heroine do her thing. Easy, right?
Wrong.
Everything had been going smoothly, too. The heroine, in all her sunshiney glory, was seated at the table, surrounded by her usual group of admirers. You had been doing a great job of fading into the background until someoneâthe hostess, perhaps?âbrought up your previous adventures.
âOh, didnât you once accompany the Grand Duke to deal with that bandit problem on the eastern border?â the hostess asked, fanning herself with interest. âWhat a thrilling ordeal!â
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of too many eyes on you. âWell, I wouldnât say thrilling exactlyâŠâ you began, trying to downplay it, but your nerves had other ideas. âI mean, the heroine here was probably off rescuing some poor lost puppy while I was just, you know, holding down the real danger.â
The air went cold.
The moment the words left your mouth, you froze. The table fell silent, save for the quiet clinking of teacups being set down. Every eye was on you. The heroineâs wide, eyes blinked at you, full of hurt and confusion. And across from you, the second male leadâMr. Tall, Dark, and Broodingâlooked like he was ready to leap across the table and strangle you on the spot.
Oh no. Oh no no no. Why did you leave your filter at home?
You opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, the second male lead slammed his cup down on the table, the porcelain rattling ominously. âYou dare insult her honor?!â he roared, rising from his seat like some kind of vengeful storm cloud. âI will not stand for this!â
*Why did I say that?* You cringed internally, face turning a bright shade of crimson. "I-it was a jokeâ"
âNo,â he declared dramatically, pointing a finger at you. âI demand satisfaction! A duel for her honor!â
You were still too stunned to respond, your brain scrambling to make sense of the situation. A duel? Over this? All youâd implied was that the heroine wasnât exactly⊠battle-hardened. Surely that wasnât duel-worthy? This man was acting like youâd called his mother a turnip or something worse.
The heroine, ever the epitome of grace, tried to intervene. âThereâs no need forââ
But Mr. Broody wasnât having it. âNo! Her honor has been besmirched, and I shall defend it with my life!â
Vil, who had been watching this spectacle unfold with an expression of mild disgust, finally rose from his chair. His cool gaze swept over the table, landing on the second male lead with all the intensity of a snake about to strike.
âIf anyoneâs honor has been besmirched,â Vil said icily, âitâs mine. And I will not allow my betrothed to be disrespected by the likes of you.â
You blinked up at Vil, stunned. âWait, youâre going to duel him? Yourself?â
Vil turned his piercing gaze to you, and though his face remained calm, there was a glimmer of something softer in his eyes. âOf course,â he said. âI would never entrust such a matter to anyone else. BesidesâŠâ His lips curled into a smirk. âItâs been a while since Iâve put an upstart in his place.â
You gulped, suddenly feeling a bit light-headed. Was it getting hot in here?
The second male lead, apparently unaware of just how screwed he was, smirked triumphantly. âVery well! Letâs settle this once and for all.â
The duel was set for the next day in your estate gardens. You spent the time leading up to it pacing back and forth in your chambers, wringing your hands in nervous anticipation. Somewhere along the way, youâd decided that you needed to do somethingâanythingâto support Vil. So you had spent hours learning how to embroider a handkerchief, your fingers aching from the effort. By the time you finished, you were practically shaking, but you were proud of the result.
You didnât expect Vil to be touched, let alone notice that youâd worked so hard. But when you handed him the handkerchief just before the duel, his eyes widened in surprise.
âYou made this?â he asked, holding it delicately between his fingers, as if it were some priceless artifact.
You nodded sheepishly. âI figured, you know, for luck. Or to rub it in his face after you beat him. Whichever.â
Vil chuckled, his usually sharp expression softening. âThank you,â he said, his voice low. He then noticed the small needle marks on your hands and frowned. âYou hurt yourself.â
You quickly hid your hands behind your back. âItâs nothing! I mean, Iâm fine. Just a few pricks here and there.â
Vilâs expression softened even further, and for a moment, he looked almost⊠touched. He carefully tucked the handkerchief into his coat pocket, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âIâll be sure to put this to good use.â
You didnât swoon. Well, maybe just a little.
The duel was, in a word, ridiculous.
The second male lead strutted around like a peacock, his sword gleaming in the afternoon sunlight as he swung it dramatically for the small crowd that had gathered. âPrepare yourself, Schoenheit!â he bellowed, pointing his sword at Vil.
Vil, on the other hand, looked utterly unimpressed. He barely glanced at the man before calmly removing his coat and handing it to you. âHold this, will you?â
You took the coat with a nod, trying not to pass out from how effortlessly graceful he looked even in the midst of preparing for a fight.
The second male lead lunged forward with all the finesse of a drunken ox, his sword clashing loudly against Vilâs. For a moment, it looked like a real duelâuntil Vil, with a single fluid motion, disarmed the man in one clean strike. The second male leadâs sword went flying, landing in the bushes several feet away with a pathetic thud.
The crowd gasped, and you had to stifle a laugh. It had barely been five seconds, and the duel was already over.
The second male lead stood there, stunned, his hand frozen mid-air where his sword had been. He blinked once, twice, then turned bright red with embarrassment. âW-what?!â
Vil, ever composed, didnât even break a sweat. He sheathed his sword and gave the man a cold, dismissive look. âThis duel is over. Consider your demand for satisfaction... fulfilled. Now, kindly leave before you embarrass yourself further.â
You bit your lip, trying not to giggle as the second male lead sputtered and tried to come up with an excuse, but it was clear to everyone that he had been utterly humiliated. Even the heroine, standing off to the side, looked like she was struggling to keep a straight face.
As the second male lead stumbled off, defeated, Vil turned to you and offered his hand. âShall we go?â
You took his hand, still trying to process how easily he had won. âYou were amazing,â you blurted out, your heart fluttering as you gazed up at him. âSeriously, that wasâŠÂ wow.â
Vil smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. âOf course I was.â He then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. âAnd I expect a proper reward later for defending your honor.â
Your face went beet red, and you were pretty sure youâd forgotten how to breathe.
Yep, you thought as he led you away, his hand still in yours, surviving this trash novel might not be so bad after all.
It happened at one of those overly extravagant banquets the royal court liked to throw. You spotted Neige from across the room, all bright eyes and an innocent smile. He was the epitome of purity, as if his very presence could summon woodland creatures to frolic at his feet.
And you hated him on sight.
You watched in disbelief as everyone around him melted into puddles of admiration. He was practically glowing, and his overly cheerful, squeaky voice was grating on your ears.
The overly saccharine male lead stood there, looking like a cross between a baby bunny and a sentient cupcake. Everything about him screamed "pure-hearted." You nearly gagged on your drink, hoping no one noticed your grimace.
Vil noticed your sour expression and leaned in. âIs something the matter?â
âThatâs him, isnât it?â you said through clenched teeth. âThe one I used to follow around?â
Vil followed your gaze, and for a moment, his lips twitched in the faintest show of amusement. âYes. Thatâs Neige.â
You snorted. "I can't believe anyone in their right mind would prefer him over you."
Vil's lips curled into a smirk, and he tilted his head slightly. âOh? Is that so?â His voice was silky, dangerously low, but you could see the flash of satisfaction behind his eyes.
âYeah,â you muttered, still glaring in Neige's direction. âI mean, look at him. Heâs so⊠good. And not in a âwow, what a decent personâ way. Itâs like heâs one bad haircut away from sprouting fairy wings and breaking into song.â
Vil let out a low chuckle, right next to you ear, (Lord, have mercy) the sound sending shivers down your spine. âI never thought Iâd hear you speak this way about him. Youâve been fawning over Neige for as long as I can remember.â
You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up. âThat was the old me. The dumb me. I mean, have you seen you?â You gestured dramatically toward him. âHow could anyone even look at Neige when you exist?â
Vil was quiet for a moment, watching you intently. His violet eyes glinted with something unreadable, but you could tell he was pleased. Oh, he was very pleased.
âYou certainly have changed,â he murmured, the smirk never leaving his lips. âAnd I must admit, I find it rather⊠delightful.â
Before you could respond, a very familiar voice rang out from behind you. âAh! What a beautiful reunion this is! A moment filled with lâamour, sparkling like the stars in the sky!â
You nearly jumped out of your skin as Rook Hunt appeared seemingly out of thin air, his hands dramatically clasped together as he beamed at you both. âI have seen many couples in my lifetime, but none quite so radiant as you two.â
You blinked, trying to recover from his sudden appearance. âRook⊠were you just⊠hiding in the curtains again?â
Rook, ever the dramatist, placed a hand on his heart and smiled wistfully. âAh, but how could I stay away when the beauty of your love draws me in like a moth to a flame?â
Vil raised an eyebrow. âRook, youâre not helping.â
âNon, non, mon ami,â Rook insisted, twirling in place with a flourish. âI am merely basking in the glow of what is surely a love for the ages! The way your eyes meet, the subtle tension in the airâit is magnifique!â
You sighed, shaking your head, though you couldnât help but chuckle at Rookâs antics. Meanwhile, from the other side of the ballroom, Epel was watching the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement. He caught your eye and shot you a grin, raising his glass as if to say, Good luck with this.
But the fun wasnât over. Oh no. Neige, the human embodiment of a childrenâs choir, started making his way toward you. As he approached, his bright eyes locked on yours, his smile so innocent and wide that you almost felt bad for what you were about to do.
Almost.
âGood evening!â Neige greeted you, his voice as sweet as sugar. âI donât believe weâve had the chance to properly meet.â
You stared at him for a moment, unimpressed. âYeah, uh-huh.â
Neige blinked, clearly taken aback by your lack of enthusiasm. He probably wasnât used to people not immediately falling at his feet. âItâs truly wonderful to meet you! Iâve heard so much about you.â
You squinted at him. âMm-hmm.â
Vil, standing beside you, looked positively elated. You could practically feel the smug energy radiating off of him. He wasnât even hiding his smile anymore.
Neige continued, oblivious to your complete disinterest. âIâm so glad weâll have the chance to spend time together in the coming months! I hope we canââ
âYeah, no, Iâm good,â you interrupted, turning away and pointedly ignoring his very existence.
Neige blinked again, looking like a lost puppy. You almost felt a little bad. Almost.
Vil, on the other hand, looked like Christmas had come early. His arm slipped around your waist, his touch gentle. âI must say,â he murmured into your ear, his voice laced with amusement, âIâve never enjoyed one of these balls quite so much.â
Yup, maybe this novel isn't that trashy after all?
Everytime you think this novel might not be that bad, it manages to prove you wrong.
The day had finally arrived: the Founding Day Ball. The event to end all events, where the kingdomâs most distinguished were honored in a grand ceremony. And, of course, at the top of the list of honorees was Vil, who might as well have been carved into the actual history of the kingdom itself with how perfect he was.
As his partner for the evening, you were dressed to the nines, dripping in elegance you didnât even know you were capable of. When you caught your reflection in one of the massive ballroom mirrors, you had to do a double-take.
"Who is that?" you whispered, eyes wide. "Oh. Itâs me."
Honestly, if there was a chance of impressing anyone here, you were impressed with yourself.
The ceremony went as expected. Vil was awarded the highest honors, his name met with thunderous applause as he gave a speech that left the crowd swooning. You found yourself half-clapping, half-gawking, wondering how this man kept getting more perfect. Like, was he actually human?
But as the evening progressed, the dreaded scene you despised the most crept into the evening, like a bad smell at a gourmet dinner.
After the ceremony, it was time for the opening dance. Naturally, Vil, being the epitome of grace and nobility, was the prime candidate to lead it. You were fully expecting him to ask you, but before he could even turn in your direction, the heroine â yes, that heroine â appeared out of nowhere, like she was materializing straight from the pages of the worst romance novel ever written.
âVil,â she said in a voice that sounded like honey and broken promises, âI trust youâll grant me the honor of the first dance.â
You blinked. *Excuse me?*
She said it so confidently, as if it were a foregone conclusion, like she was used to the world revolving around her whims. It was the equivalent of someone just cutting the line in front of you at the store and expecting applause for their audacity.
Vil, for his part, didnât even flinch. His expression was as cool and elegant as ever, but you could see a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
âIâm afraid,â he said, voice smooth and polite, âI already have a partner for the first dance.â
The heroineâs face froze in a way that almost made you choke on your own breath. âW-What?â She blinked rapidly, as if her brain couldnât process the fact that someone had just told her no.
You, too, were a little stunned, for a seperate. Was she actually planning on throwing a tantrum right now? In public? At a literal state function?
âB-But you always dance with me,â she stammered, voice rising in disbelief, her face turning an alarming shade of pink. âIâm supposed to be your first dance!â
You physically had to stop yourself from snorting. Always? He has never even looked at her for longer than five seconds! You couldn't recall a single time Vil had given her anything beyond basic pleasantries. The only reason sheâd be in his line of sight was because she was constantly putting herself there.
Vilâs lips twitched slightly, though whether it was out of irritation or amusement, you couldnât tell. âI donât recall ever dancing with you,â he said calmly, as though she were discussing someone else entirely.
The heroine blinked, clearly taken aback. âW-What?â
Vilâs voice dropped to an even icier tone, leaving no room for misunderstanding. âIn fact, I dislike the very idea of it.â
The heroine made a strangled sound behind you, like a baby bird trying to scream.
You looked around the room, half-expecting hidden cameras to pop out, because this had to be a prank. Who acts like this?!
And as you floated onto the dance floor with Vil, you couldnât help but marvel at the absolute insufferable nature of the scene youâd just witnessed. This was, without a doubt, the moment that solidified your hatred for the trash-tier novel world youâd been trapped in. People like her actually existed here?
Behind you, the heroine stomped her foot like a petulant child, completely ignored by the crowd. It wouldâve been almost sad if it wasnât so ridiculous.
And as you twirled under the chandeliers, feeling Vilâs warmth beside you and the heroineâs tantrum echoing faintly in the background, one thing became crystal clear:
This novel may have been trash, but at least you were the one dancing with the prince of perfection.
It hit you like a ton of bricks one dayâcompletely out of nowhere. You had been sitting in Vilâs study, watching him work. He was meticulously going over some documents, his brow furrowed in concentration, his golden hair falling perfectly in place despite him having been there for hours. You were supposed to be reading through some kingdom protocol book, but instead, your gaze kept drifting over to him.
Heâs so⊠beautiful.
You blinked, the thought suddenly snapping you out of whatever trance youâd fallen into.
WaitâŠ
Your eyes widened. Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
You slammed the book shut, startling Vil from his work as you stood up abruptly. âI-I need some air.â
Vil raised an elegant eyebrow, clearly amused by your sudden panic. âSomething the matter?â
âNo! Nothingâs the matter!â you said, far too quickly, your voice an octave higher than usual. You stumbled over your chair in your haste to get out of the room, nearly tripping on your own feet. âI justâneed toâumâfresh air, yes, exactly!â
Before Vil could say anything else, you bolted from the study and down the hall, your heart racing as though youâd just run a marathon. You darted into the nearest empty room and pressed your back against the door, your mind swirling with confusion.
Am I falling for him?
You slapped a hand over your mouth, horrified by the realization. âNo⊠no, this isnât happening. This canât be happening. Iâm in love with a character from this awful, brain-numbing novel?â
You slumped against the door, groaning as the full weight of the situation sank in. How could this happen? How could my first true loveâ you gagged at the phrase âbe from this trash novel?
There was no escaping it now. The butterflies in your stomach every time Vil looked your way, the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled, the fact that you wanted nothing more than to be close to him⊠it was all painfully obvious.
You buried your face in your hands. âIâm going to die. Iâm going to die of embarrassment in this ridiculous world.â
And the worst part? It wasnât even one of the good isekai novels. Youâd somehow gotten stuck in what could be considered objectively the worst one, and yet here you were, head over heels for a character whoâagainst all oddsâturned out to be the most amazing person youâd ever met.
âOh god,â you muttered to yourself, sliding down to the floor, your head falling back against the door with a thud. âI'm in love with Vil. Iâm doomed. Completely doomed.â
âMon Dieu! What a revelation!â a voice suddenly rang out from the shadows.
You yelped, whipping around to see none other than Rook Huntâperched in the corner of the room like some kind of overly dramatic bird of prey, his hat casting a mysterious shadow over his eyes. His entire being radiated excitement, and you swore you saw actual sparkles in the air around him.
âRook?! How long have you been there?!â
âLong enough, my dear,â he said, voice hushed with reverence, as though you had just confessed your deepest, most tragic secret. âAh, love! The torment, the longing! The exquisite despair you must be feeling!â He took a step forward, eyes gleaming with unbridled enthusiasm. âBut fear not, mon ami, for I, Rook Hunt, shall be your faithful cupid! Together, we shall make Vil see the truth of your affections!â
You blinked, stunned. âUh⊠Iâm not sure thatâsâ"
âAh, but you must!" Rook declared, swooping down to kneel dramatically before you. âLove, once realized, must be pursued with all oneâs passion and determination! Do not let this opportunity slip through your fingers like sand in the wind! I shall assist you!â
You opened your mouth to protest, but the sheer intensity of his expression made you falter. Rook was looking at you like this was the most important mission of his life.
Honestly, what did you have to lose at this point?
With a deep, exhausted sigh, you muttered, âFine. Fine! Iâll do it. Help me, Rook.â
Rookâs grin stretched so wide it was borderline terrifying. âExcellent! This will be an adventure for the ages!â Before you could even process what youâd agreed to, Rook leaped to his feet and clapped his hands together. âBut we will need more help. A certain someone with a youthful spirit and just enough mischievousness to add that je ne sais quoi to our plans.â
Oh no.
Cue Epel.
âWhat the hell are you ropinâ me into?â Epel grumbled as Rook dragged him into your predicament not five minutes later.
âI have volunteered you for a most noble cause, mon petit pomme,â Rook said, not even breaking stride as he swept Epel into the room. âOur dear friend here is head over heels for our Vil, and we are going to help them win his heartâ
Epel paused, blinking at you in disbelief. âWait, Vil? That Vil?â He gestured vaguely in the direction of where Vilâs office was.
âYes, that Vil,â you said flatly, already regretting every life decision that had led you to this point.
Epel gave you a dubious look. âAnd you agreed to let Rook help you?â
You groaned, dragging a hand over your face. âDonât remind me.â
âAlright, fine. Iâm in.â Epel shrugged, a wicked grin creeping onto his face. âIf weâre gonna do this, weâre gonna do it big.â
Thus began the most absurd, over-the-top, and borderline catastrophic schemes in an attempt to prove your love to Vil Schoenheit.
It started innocently enough. You wanted to make Vil his favorite tea. Simple, right? But Rook insisted that it couldnât just be any tea. No, it had to be presented with an air of mystery and allure.
âBring it to him while reciting a sonnet of devotion!â Rook suggested. âDeclare your admiration with each step, so that he understands the depth of your feelings!â
âIâm not reciting a sonnet, Rook.â
Epel, on the other hand, was far more pragmatic. âOr you could just⊠write him a note and leave it with the tea?â
That seemed normal. Rational. Youâd take Epelâs advice. So, you snuck into Vilâs room, left the tea and a note on his desk, and slipped out before anyone noticed.
The next morning, Vil eyed you suspiciously over breakfast. âDid you leave tea in my study last night?â
You nodded, trying to play it cool. âYeah, I thought youâd appreciate it.â
Vilâs eyes narrowed, but you swore you saw the corner of his lips twitch into the faintest smile. âI see. How thoughtful.â
Then came Operation: Compliment Vil at Every Opportunity.
Rook, of course, insisted you be poetic. âTell him his beauty rivals the very stars in the sky!â
âIâm not saying that.â
Epel chimed in with a much more straightforward approach: âJust tell him his hair looks nice. Itâs always nice.â
But Rookâs enthusiasm was contagious, and before you knew it, you found yourself blurting out, âYour radiance is blinding today, Vil! Truly, I must shield my eyes from such ethereal beauty!â
Vil, who had been in the middle of inspecting his reflection, froze. His eyes darted to you, and he gave you a strange look.
âAre you⊠feeling alright? Did you perhaps get bitten by a stray Rook?â
You shook your head vigorously, your face heating up from how ridiculous you sounded. âTotally fine! Just⊠appreciating your beauty! Yep. Normal stuff.â
Vil didnât say anything, but you could see a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. He looked amusedâand maybe a little pleasedâbut more than anything, he seemed confused.
At least he didnât think youâd lost your mind. Yet.
You were convinced this novel had it out for you from the beginning, but this? This was a new low. The memory loss trope, the final attempt to make your life as ridiculous as possible, had arrivedâright on schedule.
You knew how it was supposed to go. Youâd hit your head (a complete accident, obviously), wake up with no memory of Vil, and immediately make the worst decisions possible, like falling for that knockoff prince, Neige. Cue dramatic heartbreak, public humiliation, and eventual abandonment. Classic trashy novel shenanigans.
But apparently, the universeâor whatever cosmic force was in charge of your sufferingâhad decided to take a vacation after all the work it had been putting in. Because when you opened your eyes and saw Vil leaning over you, worry etched into his perfect face, instead of forgetting him, you were⊠immediately smitten?
What?
And it didnât stop there. When he took your hand in his, gently kissing your knuckles in that heartbreakingly tender way, it was like a light switch flipped. Your memories came rushing back, completely bypassing the whole convoluted plot about amnesia and bad decisions.
Because of course in this disaster of a novel, the solution to everything was true love's kiss. The most overdone, eye-rolling cliché in the history of romance, and yet here you were, living through it.
You almost laughed out loud. Of all the tropes this novel had thrown at youâevil fiancĂ©es, jealous heroines, duels for honorâthis had to be the funniest. It was as if the universe had taken one look at your situation and said, âYou know what? Letâs skip the suffering and go straight to the ridiculous happy ending.â
True loveâs kiss. Really. This novel is mocking me at this point, you thought, fighting the urge to scream. But hey, at least you didnât have to deal with more drama. And as Vilâs concerned gaze softened into a relieved smile, you couldnât help but think that, maybe, this was one trope you didnât mind after all.
You'd almost given up on confessing. Maybe you'll just live like this forever, your fate was sealed. The novel clearly doesn't want you to tell him how you feel.
But there was another ball (because apparently that's the only place that nobility had be at in this novel. What was this? the 108th ball of the year?) You'd decided that you'll ask him for a stroll under the moonlight and just tell him.
Of course, the novel is not on your side. What's new?
The ball was going wellâwell, for you and Vil, anyway. Youâd just finished dancing, and he looked absolutely stunning, as usual. You were basking in the afterglow of all the whispered praise and envious stares. That is, until you overheard someone bad-mouthing Vil.
Of course, it had to be the heroineâs best friend, who was apparently using this grand occasion to air her grievances.
âI just donât understand why Vil is always so cold to her,â she whined, loud enough for everyone within a three-mile radius to hear. âSheâs the saintess! She deserves kindness and adoration, not disdain.â
Cue the dramatic gasps from the crowd. Ah, here we go.
You shot Vil a look, but he merely shrugged, rolling his eyes. He clearly didnât want to start any trouble. But you? Oh, you were about to flip the table on these idiots.
âExcuse me,â you began, stepping forward, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as you made your way over. âI couldnât help but overhear your incredibly loud complaints about my fiancĂ©.â
The heroineâs best friend froze, clearly not expecting you to get involved. You smiled sweetly, but your eyes were throwing daggers.
âLet me set the record straight. Vil isnât cold to her because sheâs the âsaintess,ââ you air-quoted the title, âHeâs cold to her because sheâs an insufferable brat whoâs so used to getting her way that she throws a tantrum every time someone says âno.ââ
More gasps from the crowd. You could see Neige stiffening across the ballroom, already sensing where this was going. But there was no stopping you now.
âAnd donât get me started on you,â you pointed at the best friend, your tone dripping with sarcasm. âYouâre out here defending her honor like youâre some knight in shining armor when, letâs be real, youâre just as bad. You fawn over her like a lost puppy, expecting her to shower you with praise when all you do is enable her delusions.â
Vil, somewhere behind you, was probably trying not to laugh. But you weren't done.
âAnd as for your precious Neige over there?â you tilted your head toward the prince-wannabe, who was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. âHeâs not some perfect angel either. Heâs just a guy with an unsettling talent for showing up at the most convenient times, with that same doe-eyed, clueless expression, making everyone feel sorry for him.â
You didnât stop at Neige.
"And as for you," you said, spinning toward the brooding Duke of the North, the infamous second male lead, who had been leaning against a pillar, looking every bit the tall, tormented, handsome clichĂ©. âYouâre not fooling anyone either. Youâre the king of melodramatic entrances. Always lurking in the shadows, trying to look mysterious, but really, youâre just sulking because no oneâs paying attention to you.â
âOh, Iâm sorryâare you brooding? Again? Let me guess, youâre thinking about some dark secret that youâll drop at the most inconvenient moment to make things worse for everyone, right?â You mimicked his deep, serious voice. ââItâs the burden I must bear⊠alone.ââ You threw your head back in mock agony, hands dramatically placed on your chest.
He straightened up, clearly offended, but you didnât give him the chance to speak.
âAnd stop pretending like youâre some tragic hero,â you added, lowering your voice with a sharp edge. âYouâre just a guy with commitment issues who sacrifices himself because you canât handle the fact that the heroine doesnât want you. Let it go.â
There was dead silence. You half-expected a chandelier to drop just for the dramatic effect. Even Vil had to look away for a moment, probably to hide the fact that he in tears, about to burst out laughing.
The heroine was slack-jawed, her best friend looked like she wanted to melt into the floor, and Neige⊠well, Neige just looked confused. As always.
Satisfied, you dusted off your hands and turned back to Vil, who was looking at you with a mixture of shock and awe, as if heâd just witnessed some divine intervention.
You let out a satisfied huff and turned to leave. "Come on, Vil, I can't stand to be in the same room as these second-rate characters any longer, let's bounce"
Once outside, you saw Vil was still recovering, a smirk pulling at his lips. âI think you may have traumatized half the ballroom.â
âGood,â you huffed, crossing your arms. âThey deserved it. Especially that brooding Duke. âI sacrifice myself for the greater good.â Ugh, give me a break.â
Vil chuckled, sliding his arm around your waist. "Still, you didnât have to go to such lengths for me."
You stopped in your tracks, spun around, and looked him dead in the eye. âOf course I did! I love you, Vil. I couldnât just sit there and let them trash you like that.â
The moment the words left your mouth, you froze. Oh. Well. There it was.
Vilâs eyes widened, a rare, unguarded expression crossing his face. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in your words. Then, without a word, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you, soft but sure, like heâd been waiting for this moment as much as you had.
When he pulled back, his smile was the softest youâd ever seen. âYou love me,â he repeated, almost like he couldnât believe it.
You nodded, a bit breathless from both the confession and the kiss. âYes, Vil. I love you. Even with all your ridiculously high standards and obsession with skincare.â
Vil laughed, the sound warm and genuine. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to hear you say that.â
Vil pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your waist, and asked with a quiet, almost teasing tone, "Well then, since you love me so much... should we get married?"
You blinked, your brain taking a second to catch up. "Waitâwhat? Married? Like, right now?" You stared at him, heart racing, before suddenly, an idea lit up your face like a firework. âOh my god, yes! Letâs do it. Letâs get married ASAP. Like, today. Right now. Do we even need a ceremony? We can find an officiant andâboomâdone. Just tell me where to sign!â
Vilâs eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm. âAre you⊠serious?â
You grabbed his hand, absolutely buzzing with energy. âOf course, Iâm serious! Why wait? This dumbass universe keeps throwing garbage tropes at us, and honestly? Getting married right now is the perfect way to flip the script! Take that, fate!"
Before Vil could respond, an overly excited voice erupted from behind a nearby pillar. âOh lĂ lĂ ! Mon cĆur can hardly handle this romance!â Rook leaped out from the shadows, practically sparkling with joy, as if he had been waiting for this very moment all his life. "The passion! The declaration of love! And now, a spontaneous wedding? Magnifique!â
âRook!?â Vilâs voice was a mix of amusement and exasperation. âHave you been spying on us?â
âSpying?â Rook gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. âNon, non, Vil! I was merely ensuring your well-being as any devoted friend would!â He gave a wink, clearly pleased with his role as an unintended audience.
âMe too!â Epel poked his head out from behind another pillar, grinning sheepishly. âI mean, whoâd wanna miss out on somethinâ like this? Yâall are gettinâ married!â
Vil let out a long, tired sigh, but you could see the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âI canât believe this is happening,â he muttered.
âOh, itâs happening,â you said, grabbing his arm again and dragging him forward. âWeâre doing this, and itâs going to be the best wedding in this entire stupid book, Rook, Epel, youâre both invited. Wait, scratch that, youâre both in the wedding party now!â
âCâest incroyable!â Rook twirled dramatically, hands clasped together, already imagining his outfit for the occasion. âI shall be the most loyal and stylish groomsman! Oh, lâamour!â
âAnd I get to wear somethinâ fancy, right?â Epel asked, already envisioning something much cooler than his usual attire.
Vil was now fully grinning, his initial surprise turning into genuine amusement as he looked at you with sparkling eyes. âYou really are something else.â
âYeah, and now Iâm gonna be your something else forever.â You beamed up at him, still holding onto his hand like you might drag him to the altar yourself right now.
âWell then,â Vil sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. âLetâs get married.â
Before you could even start plotting where to drag Vil to find someone to officiate, Rook suddenly gasped, clasping his hands together dramatically. "Mon dieu! How could I forget? I am more than prepared for this moment!"
You and Vil exchanged puzzled looks. "What are you talking about, Rook?" Vil asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Rook grinned, remviong his hat and and dramatically pulling out a folded piece of parchment. "Behold!" he announced, waving the paper with a flourish. "A certified license to officiate weddings. I took the liberty of acquiring it long ago, knowing that one day Iâd be the one to unite you and your beloved. Câest le destin!"
âYouâreâŠÂ licensed?â Vil blinked, looking at Rook like he had officially lost it. "And you're walking around with the license in your hat?"
Rook nodded with a dazzling smile. âWhy yes, Iâve been preparing for this glorious day! Every flower petal, every gust of wind, every glance of love Iâve witnessed between you both has been leading to this fated moment!â He struck a pose, the parchment still dramatically held aloft.
You stared at him, then back at Vil. "Okay, I know this is ridiculous, but honestly? This is the funniest thing Iâve ever heard, and I kind of love it. Let's just let him do it."
Vil put a hand to his forehead, trying to suppress a chuckle. "Are we really doing this?"
âYes!â you declared, squeezing Vil's hand. âIf weâre going full chaos, weâre going all the way. Rook, officiate the hell out of this wedding!â
Epel, watching the entire spectacle, burst into laughter. âOnly in this house, I swearâŠâ
Rook practically sparkled with joy, bouncing on his feet. âOh lĂ lĂ , it will be my greatest honor! Iâve been rehearsing my officiating speech in front of the mirror for monthsâ
âMonths?â Vil repeated, a mix of disbelief and exasperation in his tone.
âMais oui! Every day, Iâd wake up and say, âToday could be the day!ââ Rook sighed dramatically, already tearing up. âAnd here we are. Itâs everything Iâve ever dreamed of. Now, shall we begin? I have the vows prepared, unless you have your own?â
You leaned into Vil, barely holding back laughter. âI have zero regrets about this. Absolutely zero.â
Vil sighed again but couldnât stop smiling. âOnly you could make something this absurd seem perfect.â
Series Masterlist ; Masterlist
Okay, this became way longer than I expected it to be but to be fair, i was on an extreme caffeine high and i'd just finished an assignment that had been beating my ass
also sorry for the neige slander, I don't hate him but vdc broke me
#Vil x reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst x reader#au: nobility#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#trash novel chronicles#fem reader
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HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER
You have been working at Playtime CO for some years now, you worked as the head department of psychology but most of your work consisted on providing profiles of the children in the lower levels or as your coworker called them, experiments.
Over the years of working with them and knowing what they are being turned into, you've learned to work with them pre and post experimentation. Another thing you've learned through time was to deal with the partner you were assigned for the project. Harley sawyer.
What is there to say about that man. He is the head scientist in the project but he is absolutely horrible at dealing with them, or with anyone. That's how you were assigned to work along side him . He made the experiments and you maintained them under control.
Initially the ones who needed to be under control where you two because of your crashing personalities. While he was a serious control freak and borderline antisocial you one the contrary seemed to not take things seriously, constantly taunting him and the other stuff and with a permanent sarcastic tone in your voice voice.
Of course at first he didn't like you much, and to be fair you didn't make it easy. Everything he said refering to the experiments was refuted by your obsession to keep a mildly stable mental health in the subject.
Dr Harley sighed heavily looking your way with an annoyed look- What now?- he asked
If you keep treating the subjects like that your are going to break them.-you said in the observation room with him while you were both supervising experiment 1355, a young girl turned into a smiley unicorn.
They're toys, they can be fixed easily- he responded as if he had repeated you that phrase for the 11th time (he did)
You know what I mean Sawyer, they are of no use if their minds break-you explained with a calm smile- or have you forgotten what kind of problems an unstable subject could bring?- your asked him, your question mocking him.
It turned out well with Yarnaby or have you forgotten Dr (Y/L/N)?- he said imitating your question
You laughed slowly- ah yes the kid you isolated as your pet, great example Dr-
Harley Sawyer was well known for working alone, he didn't like others company and whenever he got an assistant or a guard, he scared them off by being authoritarian or exposing them to dangerous situation. You were the only one at the company who actually could keep up with him.
In the interviews with the children you would lead the conversation while Harley observed and took notes. In the laboratory you were more of an assistant, helping the Dr with whatever tool he needed or just preparing the chemicals.
Even though he hated to admit it, his experiments have been more controlable and causing less troubles since you started working together.
You would be unbothered by the kids, showing enough compassion for them to not recognise you as a threat, but showing not an ounce of regret in your eyes while seeing how Harley turned them into toys.
Do I have to remind you that compassion is useless in this job?- Sawyer said while closing a wound he had made on the experiment while operating
You haven't realised how much time have passed since your prior conversation have ended. It was strange for the doctor to initiate them, usually preferring silence but you weren't complaining.
Compassion can make a person go through great lengths- you said- But I understand that in this line of work it's nothing but a limit, a wall that needs to be broken in order to obtain results.-
For once in a long time both you and Harley agreed on something.
He finally stopped sewing the toys fresh wound and started reading the inform you had redacted about the psychological profile of the child before the operation- you should do another one once she wakes up (Y/L/N)- he reminded you while reading the little notes and highlights you left about her.
You always reserved a space the paper work to express your personal opinions on the experiment and Harley always read them. It's another thing he started doing, considering your opinions and advice as something worth of noticing.
-Doc...-
-Sawyer...-
-Sawyer??...-
-HARLEY!!-
He looked at you not noticing how he had spaced out of his mind for a moment while reading your report.
What is it?- he asked actually surprised that he was actually distracted enough to not hear you.
I was asking you about the experiment 1322, Doey. How are the three conscience developing? are they getting used to they're new body?-you asked. Doey was your favourite experiment so far, it was the one you have showed more interest in and your involvement with him was way bigger than with others. Sawyer didn't understood your fascination with Doey.
Since you both started developing the project, you had shown special interest in the idea of three people combined in a toy. In fact, the reason you had starting working more time with the doctor was because of your eagerness to see how the experiment would turn out.
You have become much more comfortable with one another, even after years of coexisting with each other in the lower levels of Playtime.
Sometimes he would catch himself looking at you while you were with the kids in the interviews. He observed your calm demeanor through the crystal of the observation room. He could see how the children grew more confortable with you while you were joking.
The cognitive abilities of the toys were improving each day thanks to your work so of course the bosses permitted you both to perform as many experiments as needed.
Another thing Harley noticed about the last week's was how you would spend most of your time testing and conversing with 1322. He had grown so used to your presence that it was getting harder to work without you present.
He would never admit that he missed your sarcastic comments about the designs of the toys or how he missed to call you a germ, his germ, whenever you were getting to annoying.
Sometimes when you went to the cafeteria upstairs to get some coffee or a sandwich to eat, you would get him something too.
You haven't brought anything recently and that was because of your new obsession.
He finally finished the last transformation successfully, now the only thing left was for the experiment to wake up and for you to examine them.
Harley wandered through the corridors searching for the one room he knew you would be in, this time, he was the one bringing you a coffee.
He watched you through the crystal of the observation room. You always insisted on talking face to face with Doey. The mass of doe seemed calmer with you around. The two more peaceful personalities of Doey talked to you, voicing their regrets and fears. Though the violent part of the creature always seemed reluctant to talk to you. Not responding what was asked of him or simply not responding at all.
Dr ( Y/L/N), your presence is required in the observation room number 29- Sawyer interrupted your conversation. Doey seemed afraid for a moment only to turn his expression into an angry one. With a gesture of your hand you calmed him down and signaled silently for Harley to turn on the ice so the doe wouldn't scape.
You exited the room to find your coworker handing you a cup of coffee. You looked at him with a raised brow but accepted it either way.
Well, look who it is.-you said with satisfied grin- I thought you were supervising Yarnaby?- you commented
Yes I was, are you aware of how much time you spend with that... Mass?- he said with contempt- what's so fascinating about him anyways? He's only been trouble.
You're only trouble as far as I'm aware- he rolled his eyes you sipped again- he's a time bomb and I want to be there to see it explode- you finally responded- I want to be the germ that makes him mutate.
Germ... It's a fitting name for you- he laughed with a smooth voice.-
You both stayed silent in the middle of the room, he looked at you calmly while you ended your coffee. He was looking at you trough his glasses without blinking, with his tired eyes.
You looked back at him and when you realised he had his fist raised at you, brushing with his tumb the remaining coffee right next to your upper lip.
Neither of you realised how close you where, the dim light of the room illuminated both of your bodies. Yours against the door and his right in front of you, your external layers of clothing touching lightly.
He got even closer, feeling his breath against your own. His thumb caressing your cheek
He thought about everything that had happened recently. How Pierre and the ones closer to him had started to go against you both in the semanal meeting with the executives regarding the experiments. Pierre's demands being met by your indifference, claiming that you will keep securing the experiments as much as possible.
The doctor remembered how you, just as him, were completely devoted to the project. He had became paranoic for the past months. More irritable, unwilling to socialise with someone who wasn't you or the toys
He got even closer to you, he though he heard you whisper his name. You closed the gap between the both of you. Hands on his shoulders
Lip against lip, his hand still in your face. You felt that Harley was the only human you could trust down here. No one understood you like he did. Your desperation to contribute to humanity, your desire of achieving a more lasting body. One that could endure more.
If you ever shared this with anyone else, you'll probably be in trouble.
Your closeness with Harley and his with you was out of understanding, a feeling of trust and comfortability that had just materialised thought he kiss you were sharing with each other.
He slowly pulled apart, his breathing uneven and one of his locks of hair misplaced a slight smile on his face. His forehead touched yours and he whispered just above your lips- My germ~
Only if you knew... That exact same week Harley Sawyer would be reduce no nothing more than a system, a screen, a conscience.
At the mercy of playtimes desires while you... Well ... Your whereabouts were unknown, even though they knew you didn't get out of the building.
Somewhere... hiding between wires and toy corpses...
I'm in love with the voice of the doctor AKA Harley Sawyer.
My drawing of Harley Sawyer:
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love & deepspace w ZAYNE warnings. nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. orgasm denial. lots of praise(good girl, etc). brief cockwarming. jealous and mean zayne. zayne gaslighting you into thinking youâre not fucking him good enough. sylus mention. summary. zayne gets jealous when he finds out youâve been hanging out with sylus. not much plot or build up.
authorâs note. kinda half-baked but i like the idea of zayne getting pissed off & a small reminder to us zayne to sylus converters
âSo you thought it was funny to go with Sylus on a little auction date on our night?â Zayne grimaced, his hands tight on your waist as he questioned you, his eyes staring deep into yours with his brows creased.
You fucked up. Royally.
You thought that going out with Sylus this morning was a good idea since you usually spend your nights with Zayne, knowing he would rarely ever truly be available during business hours. But what you didnât know was that Zayne would text you asking about dinner tonight. You were having so much fun with Sylus that you didnât check your phone until you two parted ways. And how you regretted doing so.
Now you were in your boyfriendâs lap, who was the most jealous, and angriest youâve seen so far in your years of knowing him.
âIt wasnât a date. And.. itâs not really our night specifically when thereâs no occasion..â you tried reasoning, a hand placed on your manâs bare chest that peeked from his loose robe. You noticed his eyes only narrowed further.
âEvery night is our night, my love,â Zayne so bluntly countered, his tone speaking in a matter-of-fact manner as if youâve broken the norm of some routine. In a way, you certainly did.
âI..â you uttered, your parted lips closing with your failed attempt to defend yourself. He quirked a brow at you once your eyes lowered, averted your gaze from his with utter guilt. Zayne almost wanted to scoff at your pitiful state but he held it in, scolding himself for finding you adorable instead.
âIâll forgive you. As always,â he finally spoke after a moment of silence he gave you to use your excuses to the fullestâthough you failed.
âBut that doesnât mean you get to leave this night unscathed, my dear,â zayneâs soothing voice added with a hint of menace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips further. The sharp sensation made you squirm slightly in discomfort, your eyes darting up at him briefly with a whine leaving your lips as if to garner his mercy.
âOh, please. Donât look at me like a kicked puppy,â he coldly clicked his tongue, his head tilting to the side as he stared at you with his sharp gaze. âYouâd look much better like a rabbit in heat instead.â
âFuck, baby, not like that,â he groaned, his big palms planted on your hips tightly and guiding you to ride his cock.
Everything seemed to displease him and it brought you to the brink of tears at how cruel he was being to you. Your thighs were slick with your mixed juices and your cunt was nearly overstimulated with how much he was you reposition and restart on fucking yourself on him. Despite it all, you were still so desperate, not wanting to cum until you were sure you made him feel good.
You cursed him for his excessive effort on maintaining his poker face tonight, knowing damn well your lover was fragile to intimate touches, and incredibly expressive in bed. But now he was being so cold-hearted, stoic like the man he led others to see him as.
âZayne, please, tell me you feel good already. Your cock says the opposite of your words,â you mumbled between sobs and moans, not sure if your sentence made sense as you kept on slipping your cunt up and down his thick length, feeling it throb around your velvety walls. Your hands curled to fist his robe, positioning yourself better on his lap to fuck him âbetterâ.
âMmh.. no. Not good enough,â was he grunted between his heavy breaths, his pupils clearly dilated in pleasure and his expression nearly breaking into one of need but controlling himself to maintain a displeased frown. He couldnât hide arousal entirely. He still bit his lower lip and had his eyes fixated on your bare pussy that slid down his hard cock so easily, enchanted by the sight of your nectar making his shaft wetter than the last thrust.
âWhatâs wrong? Donât tell me this is the best you can do, my love,â zayne taunted, shutting you and your whines up by roughly pulling you down onto his cock with heavy pants, low growls leaving his throat when your tits jiggled while he made you fuck him right. He gripped on your hips tighter, squeezing your flesh and making your grind onto him once he made sure his cock was fully nestled inside you, a breathless yet needy curse slipping off his tongue at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, spasming as if pleading him to continue on fucking that naughty cunt of yours so you could finally cream on his cock. As much as it tempted him, he held back, for now.
âNow? Please? Zayne..â
Your whimpers and pleas were like music to his ears, something he couldnât get enough of. He made you cockwarm his cock still, subtly making you grind into him. His lips curled a faint smirk, his narrowed eyes finally lifting to look at the mess that was your face. In a twisted way of his own, he liked that he gave the illusion that werenât fucking him properly, even though you were. God, you were.
â.. Fine,â he finally conceded with heavy breath, his hazel green eyes staring into yours with an intensity that told you werenât totally off the hook.
âIf you promise to inform me when youâre hanging out with bastards that arenât me beforehand. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?â was all he had to say to have you nodding your head continuous, your swollen lips parting to breath out a soft cry of relief when he finally began lifting your hips up, your thighs working in tandem to fuck yourself on him again like you wanted.
Zayneâs fingers moved to secure his hold on your hips further until he was practically clawing onto your skin with his frantic movements to fuck you faster. You had your nails clawing onto him as well, your heart skipping with joy when you felt his own hips bucking up into you, reciprocating your thrusts and showing some sign that he was feeling it as much you were, signs that made sure you were making him feel good too.
âYes, baby, fuckâcum for me, my good girl,â zayne encouraged, his breath hitching in his throat with his head slightly thrown back against the the backrest of the armchair now that was inching closer to his orgasm. Your name left his lips like a mantra along with praises that you long awaited for, every syllable urging you on. With a few more frenzied thrusts from both you, he finally spilled his hot seed inside you, the sensation of the warm fluid filling you up triggering your own climax that made your entire body tremble, your hands gripping onto him tightly and vice versa.
âSee? That wasnât so bad, was it?â You heard him murmur by your ear now that youâve collapsed onto him, your head rested on his shoulder. Zayneâs lips brushed against the top of your head with his arms wrapped around you in a secure embrace, his thumb rubbing your skin in soothing circular motions to calm you down.
âYou didnât even let me apologise,â your voice rumbled against his skin, your lips puffing to a pout and your brows furrowing to a playful pout.
âThatâs because I know youâll always be sorry. I donât have to convince you to,â zayne scoffed by your ear, a knowing smirk on his face as he looked down at you. He knew he didnât really have to scold you for straying. Since youâd always come back to him eventually.
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