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rafemotherfuckingcameron · 4 months ago

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YOU LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing(s): Dark!JJ x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, strangling, gaslighting, alcohol, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behavior, trauma, rape, 18+

Summary: Y/n trusted JJ, who initially seemed to be the love of her life, but ultimately became the source of her deepest fears.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 2 - Humiliated

Weeks passed, and he apologized for causing you to miss your best friend's birthday, but there was no acknowledgment of the injuries he had inflicted.

He then continued, insisting that some guys were coming over for poker and he needed his "lucky charm" there to serve drinks.

His tone grew ominous as he warned that if you didn't dress the part and comply, what happened last time might repeat itself—a threat laced with a chilling promise of violence.

Fear gripped you as you realized the extent of his control and the danger of defying him. He grabbed a shopping bag from the wardrobe and hurled it at you, insisting that you wear its contents tonight, with a stern warning: "I don't want to hear any complaints."

The bag hit you with a thud, its weight symbolic of the suffocating control he exerted over every aspect of your life.

You reluctantly took the outfit out of the bag, your heart sinking as you revealed a costume that was shockingly revealing, clearly not meant to be worn in front of others.

Dread washed over you, realizing that JJ expected you to wear this in front of his friends, a humiliating display that would strip away whatever dignity you had left. As you held the costume up, its provocative design mocked your discomfort.

The neckline plunged dangerously low, the hemline scandalously high. It felt like a costume meant to objectify, not to celebrate. Tears welled in your eyes as you imagined the leering gazes, the crude comments you might endure.

JJ's insistence echoed in your mind: "I don't want to hear any complaints." His words were a command, a reminder of the consequences if you dared to defy him.

When the boys arrived for the game, JJ proudly announced, "We have our very own waitress joining us tonight." His voice was laced with a smug satisfaction that sent a shiver down your spine. The men's eyes immediately fixated on you, their gazes predatory and full of crude desire.

"Damn, JJ, you really know how to pick 'em," one of them leered, his tone thick with innuendo.

Another chimed in, "I'll take a drink... and a lap dance," eliciting boisterous laughter from the others.

You felt exposed and objectified as they made lewd comments about your appearance, their words dripping with misogyny and entitlement. JJ stood by, his grin widening with each degrading remark, reveling in your discomfort.

As you moved around the room, trying to ignore their advances, their hands occasionally brushed against you, sending a jolt of revulsion through your body. It was a nightmarish blur of suggestive remarks, lingering touches, and the sickening realization that you were nothing more than an object for their amusement.

As the game progressed, JJ's mood darkened with every losing hand. He grew increasingly frustrated, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Get me another drink," he barked at you, his tone sharp and demanding. When you moved too slowly for his liking, his hand slapped your ass leaving a red mark behind.

JJ's losing streak continued. His frustration turned to outright anger, the tension in the room growing thicker with each lost hand. Finally, the game reached its brutal conclusion: JJ lost. He owed more money than he could afford, and his friends were not willing to let it slide.

"You gotta pay up, man," one of them said, his voice demanding and unyielding.

JJ's eyes flicked to you, a dark idea forming in his mind. "I don't have the cash right now, but I can offer something else," he said, a sinister edge to his voice.

The room fell silent as the men exchanged glances, understanding dawning on their faces. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked, though the predatory gleam in his eyes showed he already knew.

JJ looked at you, a cruel smile curling his lips. "How about you entertain them for a while?" he suggested, his voice dripping with malice.

Your heart plummeted, a sickening realization washing over you. The men began to murmur in approval, their gazes turning even more predatory. JJ's betrayal was complete, his desperation and cruelty pushing him to offer you up as payment.

You stood frozen, a wave of dread crashing over you as the men advanced, their intentions clear. They closed in around you, their hands reaching out, grasping, pulling you into their circle. Their words were a cacophony of lewd suggestions and vile laughter, each one more demeaning than the last.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's see what you can do," one of them sneered, his hand roughly grabbing your arm.

Another man whispered something filthy in your ear, his breath hot and rancid against your skin. "You're gonna have to work off JJ's debt," he chuckled, his hand sliding down your back, making you shiver with revulsion.

JJ watched from the sidelines, a twisted smirk on his face as you were pulled into their midst.

As JJ walked away, his cruel laughter echoing in your ears, the reality of your situation sank in deeper. He had left you there, defenseless and at the mercy of these men.

The cold, hard truth hit you like a sledgehammer: JJ didn't care about you. He never had. You were just a pawn in his twisted game, a tool to be used and discarded.

One of the guys pushed you down to your knees, his grip on your shoulders firm and unyielding. "On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, his voice dripping with condescension. You felt the cold, hard floor beneath you, the sense of helplessness overwhelming. You fought the urge to scream, knowing it would only amuse them more.

The men's hands were all over you now, their touch invasive and demeaning. You could hear JJ in the background, talking on the phone as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Yeah, we're just having a little fun," he said casually, the sound of his voice making your skin crawl. One of the guys unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprang free.

He stroked it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours with a predatory gleam. "Open your mouth," he ordered. You shook your head, refusing to comply, but the others grabbed your hair and forced your jaw open, their grips painful and relentless.

The man moved closer, his intentions clear and disgusting. You tried to pull away, but they held you in place, their laughter and taunts echoing around you. You felt utterly trapped, the sense of violation and helplessness overwhelming.

His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him, which he loved. He fucked himself into your mouth at an unforgiving pace, leaving drool running down your chin.

The room filled with their crude comments and laughter as he continued to thrust into your mouth, your eyes watering from the lack of air and the force of his movements. You could hear JJ in the background, his voice mixing with the others as he encouraged their actions, further cementing his betrayal.

"That's right, take it all," one of them jeered, his hand tightening in your hair.

Another chimed in, "She looks so good like this, doesn't she?"

JJ's voice cut through the din, cold and detached. "See? She's good for something after all."

The man in front of you thrust harder, making you choke and gag. The sensation was unbearable, the feeling of helplessness overwhelming you as tears streamed down your face. The taste and smell were revolting, but there was no escape, no way to break free from their grasp.

As he continued, the others watched with sick fascination, their eyes gleaming with perverse delight. You could feel their hands on your body, groping and squeezing, adding to the humiliation and degradation. Each second felt like an eternity, the nightmare stretching on without end.

After he had unloaded himself in your mouth, he pulled you off and roughly picked you up, placing you on the table, pushing the poker chips out of the way.

You felt the hard surface beneath you as your heart pounded with fear and humiliation. He looked at JJ with a twisted grin and asked, "Can I get her wet?" JJ, lounging back with a drink in his hand, shrugged nonchalantly.

"You can use her any way you want." The words sent a shiver of dread through you. The man flipped your skirt up and tore your panties away with a vicious yank, exposing you to the leering eyes of everyone in the room. You tried to close your legs, but the men held you down, their grips like iron. "Look at that, boys," one of them said, his voice dripping with lust.

"She's dripping wet and all ours tonight." The man who had you on the table leaned in, his breath hot and rancid against your skin. He spread your legs apart, ignoring your struggles and pleas.

"Let's see how tight she is," he said with a cruel chuckle, running his fingers along your most private areas, the sensation making your skin crawl. He didn't wait for you to respond; his fingers invaded you, exploring with a roughness that brought tears to your eyes.

The others watched with twisted enjoyment, their laughter and crude comments filling the room. Your body trembled with a mix of fear, shame, and pain, your mind screaming for this nightmare to end. JJ looked on, a smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his drink.

"Enjoy her, boys. She’s feel so good.” The man's fingers were soon replaced by something far worse. He positioned himself between your legs, his weight pressing you into the table, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with sadistic glee. "I'll make sure you feel every inch." The violation was excruciating, every thrust a reminder of your helplessness. The men around you egged him on, their words a barrage of filth that assaulted your ears. Your cries were drowned out by their laughter, your pleas for mercy ignored.

As he continued to use you, your mind struggled to dissociate from the horror, to find some corner of peace amidst the chaos. But the pain and humiliation were relentless, dragging you back to the cold, harsh reality of your situation.

In that moment, surrounded by predators you felt betrayed by the one person who should have protected you.

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sisterspooky1013 · 1 year ago

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Gaslight, Chapter 8/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

She’s in the kitchen rinsing out her coffee mug when his arm snakes around her waist. She startles a little, a shock of deja vu making her ears ring at how similar it feels to the man, and the green countertops. Cal presses the front of his body against her back and whispers in her ear.

“Good morning, mija. How did you sleep?”

She feels herself blush a little, but she turns her head to the side and accepts his kiss.

“Good. You?”

“So good,” he says softly, his lips held against her cheek.

He moves away from her, filling his own mug and saying hello to the children. He takes his medication and she shakes her head to indicate that she’s already taken hers.

“Shit, we only have one vitamin left,” he says, shaking the last one into his palm. “Can you grab some on your way home from work?”

“I have an appointment with Michelle after my shift today. I asked you to pick Peter up from daycare, remember?” she reminds him, and he nods.

“Right, I almost forgot. We can get them tomorrow, no big deal.”

He hands the last vitamin to Peter, then ruffles Abby’s hair and steals two bites of her waffle.

“We’re running late, Pete, gotta get a move on,” he tells the child, and soon everyone is out of the house en route to school or work.

“Are there any changes since our last appointment? Anything that jumps out as worthy of discussion?”

Dana sucks in a breath and Michelle’s eyebrows lift slightly, interested. She waits patiently while Dana gathers her thoughts.

“Cal and I—we were…intimate,” she gets out, avoiding eye contact.

“And what was that experience like for you?” Michelle asks.

“It was fine. It was good, actually. It was nice to be—close to him in that way. But—”

The silence stretches on, and Dana finally forces herself to look at Michelle, who has a sympathetic smile on her mouth.

“Take as much time as you need,” she says reassuringly.

“I had hoped that being intimate with Cal would make the dreams stop, or at least taper off in some way, but it was immediately clear that they didn’t,” Dana says in a measured, practical tone. “In fact, I had the most vivid dream I’ve had yet just after we had sex.”

Michelle straightens up in her seat, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Really? In what sense?” she asks.

“He spoke, and I could hear and understand him,” Dana says, staring into the distance as she recalls the dream. “Once before I was able to hear and understand something I said in a dream, but typically when he speaks there’s no sound. I heard his voice, as clear as if he were right beside me. It was actually a bit unsettling.”

“What did he say?” Michelle asks, readying her pen.

“He…he told me he loved me. And he called me ‘Scully,’ which is my maiden name,” Dana supplies.

“Hm,” Michelle says noncommittally. “And what do you make of that?”

“I have no idea,” Dana answers honestly. “No one has ever addressed me by my last name without any honorific. Perhaps he was a patient and said “Dr. Scully” and I just missed it. But even so, why would he say “Scully” and not “Rose”? On top of that, the idea that I’d engage in an intimate relationship with a patient is even more difficult to believe than being unfaithful to Cal.”

“This bothers you,” Michelle comments, and Dana nods tersely.

“The inscrutable nature of it is disturbing. I have just enough information to be thoroughly confused, but not enough to actually search out any answers. At this point, I think I’d rather just know, even if it means confirming that I was unfaithful. I guess I just wish I could somehow put it to rest.”

Michelle sits back and considers her for a moment, then sets her notebook aside.

“We could increase the dosage on your medication,” she suggests. “If you feel prepared for the possibility of remembering things that might be hard to live with.”

Dana looks at her sharply.

“Do you think the medication is having any effect? I have yet to recall any details of my life before the accident. I was actually going to ask about discontinuing it.”

Michelle shrugs.

“It’s hard to say, Dana. It’s still experimental at this point. But if your dreams are, as we suspect, actually memories, then it’s possible that the Numerol is what’s increasing the frequency and vividness of those dreams.”

Dana runs her thumbnail back and forth across her bottom lip, debating. What will it mean for her if she remembers more, and those memories are painful ones? But the idea of continuing like this, being haunted by her own mistakes, also feels unbearable.

“Okay, we may as well try it,” she tells Michelle.

“If you aren’t comfortable with the effects, we can always pull back,” Michelle assures her. “You should be able to swing by the in-house pharmacy and fill it before you go. You can start your new dose tonight, if you like.”

“I typically take it in the morning,” Dana objects, and again Michelle shrugs.

“You can take one tonight and another in the morning. It shouldn’t hurt anything, but it’s your decision. You can wait until tomorrow if that feels more comfortable.”

That night, she stands before the mirror in the master bathroom, trailing her fingertips over the scar on her belly. The new Numerol prescription sits on the countertop, and she wonders what she might see if she takes it tonight. Will she learn the man’s name? Will she recall more clearly how they came to be? Her desire to know is in direct conflict with her desire to move on, to learn to love this life, to be happy.

“You coming to bed, mija?” Cal calls from the other room, and she feels her body tense a little.

“Be right there,” she answers.

She puts on her pajamas. She brushes her teeth. She washes her face. She takes the Numerol. She goes to bed with her husband.

She doesn’t dream.

“Ms. Gibbs said we’re going to learn about the ocean today,” Abby says excitedly, her slightly sticky hand joined with Dana’s.

“That sounds fun,” Dana comments. “My favorite sea creature is a dolphin. What’s yours?”

“I like sharks ‘cause they eat people,” Abby says, then cackles.

They are quiet as they near the bus stop, and Dana breathes in the sweet, warm air full of the promise of summer. Abby kicks at the sidewalk, breaking off a clump of moss embedded in a crack, and Dana lets her mind wander as they wait.

“Mommy, is my other mommy going to come back someday?” the child asks, and Dana frowns, then turns to look at her.

“What?” she asks, thinking she misheard the question.

“My other mommy, from before. Is she going to come back?” Abby asks with a pensive expression.

“What do you mean, Sweetpea?”

“I like you best, I don’t want the other mommy to come back,” Abby insists with a pout.

Dana’s throat feels tight, and adrenaline begins to course through her veins.

“Do you mean me from before my accident?” she attempts to clarify.

“No!” Abby shouts, frustrated. “I mean the other mommy from before. The mean mommy who is not you.”

Dana slowly crouches down in front of Abby. She feels sick and afraid.

“When did you have a different mommy, Abby?” she asks sternly.

Abby shrugs.

“I dunno. Before. I don’t really remember, except that she was not nice to me.”

Dana hears the screech of brakes, and turns to see the bus approaching.

“Sweetpea,” she says, drawing Abby’s attention. “I want you to think really hard about the other mommy today, okay? And if you think of anything else, like what she looked like or anything about her, I want you to tell me when you get home from school, okay?”

“Kay, Mommy,” Abby says, unaffected by Dana’s demeanor.

The child boards the bus and Dana waves goodbye, forcing a smile onto her mouth. As soon as it rounds the corner out of sight, she runs back to the house.

Inside, she picks up the cordless phone and dials, pacing the kitchen as it rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiffany, this is Dana Rose.”

“Hey, Dana, what’s up?”

“I’m not going to be able to come in today. Something came up that I need to deal with. Can you please let Dr. Polinkus know?”

“Sure, I’ll let him know. Is everything okay?”

A pause.

“Yes, I think so. Thank you.”

She hangs up and dials again. She sits down at one of the chairs along the island but immediately stands again, her body a jumble of nerves.

“Scully residence.”

“Mom, it’s Dana. Are you at home today?”

“Hi, Dana, it’s nice to hear from you. Yes, I’m at home, why?”

“Can I come over? Would that be okay?”

“...Sure, Dana, you’re always welcome. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, I think so. I’ll be there within the hour. Bye, Mom.”

During the forty minute drive to Bethesda, her mind races with all the possible explanations for what Abby said. A nanny? A mistress of Cal’s? A child’s imagination? Children are prone to all kinds of fantasy and half-truths, and she shouldn’t put as much stock into the comment as she is. But still, something in the corner of her mind is screaming at her that it’s not meaningless, and she feels more than ever as though she needs to understand what happened before her accident, to fill in the missing pieces.

By the time she arrives, the initial panic has worn away into an unsettling sense of disorientation as acute as the day she left the hospital. The sense of security and stability she’s been carefully building suddenly feels shaky and unstable, and she longs for the feeling of happiness and normalcy that had so recently seemed within reach.

She knocks, and Maggie opens the door and immediately reaches for her, seeing the defeated look on her face.

“Dana, what happened?” she asks, ushering her daughter into the sitting room.

Tears flood her throat, and suddenly she is a child again, weeping at her mother’s feet.

“I feel like I don’t know what’s real, Mom,” she sobs, and Maggie rubs wide circles over her back.

“I’m going to put some coffee on,” she says with an air of practicality. “Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”

A pot of coffee becomes lunch, and then tea, as Dana fills Maggie in on all that’s been happening, and just how lost she still feels. They are seated in two matching armchairs near the bay windows as Dana picks at a slice of lemon and repeats what Abby said at the bus stop.

“Dana, children say all kinds of outlandish things,” Maggie says sympathetically. “You once swore up and down that you were a member of the Partridge Family and demanded that your father deliver you back to them.”

Dana smiles sheepishly and shakes her head.

“I know I’m blowing it way out of proportion. There are just so many things that I still don’t know, so much I can’t remember. It’s hard to brush it off when I don’t have anything to counter it. I’m not sure if that even makes any sense,” she says as she sets her teacup on a small table perched between them.

“What else is bothering you? Anything I can help with?” Maggie asks.

“It’s honestly everything, Mom,” Dana says with a defeated sigh. “It’s like this giant black hole of information. I don’t have any context for anything, my life feels like an inside joke that I’m not privy to. And I have all these scars—it’s just…it’s a lot.”

“The scar on your stomach?” Maggie asks, and Dana nods.

“I know it happened at work and involved a patient, but you can’t imagine how strange it is to have a massive injury like that and not remember any of it,” Dana says.

“To be honest, Dana, I’m glad you don’t remember it,” Maggie says gently. “A man held you hostage for hours in the ER, along with several other people. The police tried to ambush him but he got spooked and he shot you. It was over an hour before you were able to get help. We thought you were going to die.”

Dana feels a flush of guilt. She’d never considered that some of her memories might be best left forgotten.

“Are there other scars?” Maggie asks, moving on from that subject.

“Lots of small ones. But there’s a little raised bump on my neck back here,” Dana says as she touches the scar she only discovered last week. “I can’t see it very well, but it looks like a surgical scar. It’s a clean cut.”

Maggie shakes her head with a small smile.

“You need to ask about these things, Dana,” she says as she reaches over and pats her daughter on the knee. “That’s your Manatua virus vaccine scar. We all have them.”

Maggie turns in her seat and moves her hair aside. Dana leans forward, examining the tiny pink line in Maggie’s skin at the base of her neck. She touches it, feeling a small lump just beneath the surface.

“Manatua virus?” she repeats, and Maggie sighs.

“Yes, it was awful. There was an outbreak in Texas and it spread across the US so quickly everyone was panicking. The mortality rate was so high, and those who survived were horribly disfigured. I’m telling you, Dana, you should be glad that you don’t remember some of these things.”

“When did this happen?” Dana asks, sitting back.

“A couple years ago. The effort to produce a vaccine was very well funded, thankfully, and everyone was lined up around the block to get one within six months. The vaccine was awful, though. People were vomiting, passing out. It was so painful, they started using general anesthesia to administer it. But the virus was so aggressive, it had to be done.”

“Abby and Peter got them too?” Dana asks, and Maggie nods.

“I’m glad you don’t remember that, Dana,” she says gravely. “It’s traumatizing, as a mother, to have to put your child through something like that.”

Maggie stands and goes to the stereo, ejecting the disc changer and loading up a suite of new CD’s.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Maggie asks with her back to her daughter, but Dana can hear the judgment in her tone. She needs to go home to her family.

“No, I need to head back soon so I’m there when Abby gets off the bus,” she says, and Maggie nods approvingly.

“Let me go wrap up some of that banana bread for you to take home,” she says with a pat to Dana’s shoulder before she disappears into the kitchen.

Dana watches out the window as two birds fight over the feeder, flapping their wings in an attempt to knock each other off. Fighting for resources, for survival. The instinct to survive is so basic to all living things, she thinks. The CD player clicks and whirs as the next disc is moved into position.

Darling you send me. I know you send me. Darling you send me, honest you do.

It feels as though a vat of hot oil has been poured over her head. It sends a shock wave of heat through her, every hair on her body standing at attention and her heart lurching into a galloping rhythm.

You thrill me. I know you, you, you thrill me. Darling you, you, you thrill me. Honest you do.

She feels his arms around her waist, his lips pressed to hers. She feels the rumble of his voice and she hears him, actually hears him singing to her.

At first I thought it was infatuation. But oooo it’s lasted so long. Now I find myself wanting to marry you, and take you home.

Those mossy green eyes, that impish smile. The music, she hears the music as they dance and kiss and fumble towards the bedroom.

“Dana?” Maggie says, and she looks over to see her mother watching her with a concerned expression. “Are you all right?”

“What is this song?” she asks, her throat tight.

“I think it’s Sam Cooke. I’m not sure what the song is. Why?”

“Do I know this song?” Dana asks, her breath coming out in pants.

“I don’t know, Dana. It’s a very old song, I’m sure you’ve heard it at some point or another. Is something the matter?”

“I don’t know,” Dana says uneasily as the song comes to an end. “I don’t know.”

She’s wiping down the kitchen counters when Cal comes downstairs.

“Both asleep,” he says as he retrieves a beer from the fridge. “Did you pick up vitamins?”

“No, sorry. I guess I forgot,” she answers flatly, running the sponge over the same spot over and over.

“No big, we can get ‘em tomorrow,” he answers, then takes a seat at one of the barstools. He watches her for a moment, sipping his beer. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she says, not meeting his eye.

“You sure? You seem kind of…I don’t know, off,” he says carefully.

She moves to the sink and rinses out the sponge, contemplating. Just ask, her mother had said about her missing memories.

“Actually, I heard a song today that felt familiar. It threw me off a bit.” She turns around and leans against the counter, facing him. “Can I play it for you?”

“Of course,” he says, looking concerned.

She retrieves the borrowed CD from her purse. She’d listened to it over and over on the drive back from Bethesda, her bones buzzing at the way it brought her dreams to life. She pops it into the CD player in the living room and hits play, watching Cal’s reaction.

Darling you send me. I know you send me. Darling you send me, honest you do.

Cal listens with a neutral expression. After a few minutes, the song ends and she ejects the CD, returning it to its case.

“Do you know it?” she asks, feeling nervous.

“I don’t think so,” he answers. “I may have heard it before, but no specific instances that I can recall. Why?”

“I don’t know,” she says, dropping her head. “Maybe it’s nothing, it just feels so familiar.”

“Did you have the same feeling when you heard Sweet Caroline?” he asks, and she lifts her head to find a moderately wounded expression on his face.

“I’m not sure,” she admits guiltily. “But you had told me about the significance of that song before I listened to it, so that may have impacted my response.”

Cal nods and takes a long pull from his beer.

She crosses the room and steps up behind him, and he startles a little as she tugs on the collar of his T-shirt to expose the back of his neck. There’s a small pink scar, just like hers, at the base of it.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, confused, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“I think I just had a weird day, memory wise,” she says, resting her cheek against his. “Can we go to bed?”

“Sure, mija. I’m just going to finish my beer, but I’ll see you up there in a few.”

“Okay,” she says with a small smile and a kiss.

She lays awake for hours, watching the swell of headlights on the ceiling each time a car drives down the street. Finally, exhaustion overtakes her and she sleeps fitfully, waking each time Cal changes position or a dog barks next door. She waits for her dream to come to her, for some additional information or clarity, but it never does. She watches the yellow haze of sunrise fill up the room with bloodshot, weary eyes. She feels more lost than ever.

Tagging @today-in-fic

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years ago

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Criston Cole NSFW Alphabet

Summary: yes he’s arrogant, but Fabien frankel tho… can’t help myself

Notes: ik ik i can't stfu about my new fanfic but like... it's really good, okay? go read hand turns loom y'all

Taglist: @a-beaverhousen @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins

Masterlist | requests are OPEN!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare what aftercare? Leaves as soon as he’s done. Cannot compromise on his honor

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite body part of himself has to be his back. For the love of the Gods, please scratch it. He wants to be distracted so bad smh, but also, he’s got a really nice back.

About you, his favorite body part is your hair. I hc that he had a little sister that he took care of, so he likes to braid/unbraid your hair. Plus, his hands were on Rhae’s hair when they did the deed, so that only confirms my suspicions.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Should not enjoy cumming in you as much as he does… still does it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would absolutely fuck you in the White Sword Tower (that’s where the Kingsguard live) if there was no risk.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s Dornish ffs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. He gets to yank on your hair + doesn’t have to face what he’s doing as this position is a little more detached.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very, very serious. There’s a bunch of shame attached to sex for him, so jokes are not in it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet matches the drapes, but he ‘doesn’t have time to groom’. Don’t try it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic. If you end up running away with him however, he’ll make up for the years lost

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it whenever he can’t risk sneaking out. Also tries to hold off any visits to you with this for as long as he can.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nah cuz he done smacked Aegon's ass with that sword

His biggest kink gotta be hair pulling. However, he’s definitely got a sadist side and likes to spank a little…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the safety of your bed, with the door locked and preferably sound-proofed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He doesn’t really have any motivation, but when he gets the urge, he’ll come visit you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything public – there’s too big of a risk.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving over receiving. Idk why, but he doesn’t seem like the type who would enjoy looking down at you on your knees. Most definitely has some Madonna-whore-complex, so he still holds you up on his own weird kind of pedestal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, most definitely. Incelot has places to be.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All. The. Time. It’s all he can manage most of the time, and you’ve gotta work as well, so this is the best solution most of the time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really. He knows what he likes, and so do you, so there’s no sense in this for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few, but mostly doesn’t have time for them. Usually it’s foreplay and then one round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s too proud for them, if there is a westerosi version of toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like to tease tbh. Unfair applies more to your relationship, as it’s probably going to be mostly for sex and you can expect gaslighting from him…

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, he’s intent on valuing his time with you (mostly), so he tends to go silent. Also reminds you not to make too much noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves you in his own fucked up way, and he’s in dire need of therapy tbh. If you do end up running away with him, he’ll fall so hard for you and absolutely marry you and have a bunch of kids with you. I think a part of why he became so bitter is his loneliness, and that he would love to have four kiddos running around and demanding his attention all the time. You can see it in the way he acts with aegon and aemond if you ask me.

Get him in the right headspace, and he’ll be THE best girl dad ever.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It’s big, and lowkey I wish it wasn’t. Definitely long, rather than thick, but it’s a good length ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sometimes, it’s basically non-existent for weeks, and then sometimes, he can’t stand to be away from you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t. His guilt keeps him up for the nights afterwards, but if you do run with him, he’ll be snoozing away in no time.

#criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole x you #ser criston cole #ser criston cole x you #ser criston cole x reader #criston x reader #criston x you #criston cole smut #ser criston cole smut #ser criston cole imagine #criston cole imagine

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oatmealdaydreams · 11 months ago

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Roman Headcanons (A Rant)

I have Roman Sanders brainrot. So yeah, some headcanons I got. In list form.

You can thank these two -> @prodigal-explorer & @disneybrandautism

Warnings: discussion of gaslighting & manipulation & emotional abuse & victim-blaming & intrusive thoughts

90% of this is just from observations I made while watching canon.

[read below the cut]

My Roman Headcanons

autistic Roman w/ a Disney special interest (@disneybrandautism introduced me to this one)

Roman who happy stims by bouncing on his feet and jumping in place and flapping his hands

Roman who cannot keep still (always gotta be moving)

insecurities, so many things, can some pls hug him

touch-starved Roman

autistic Roman in general

has an overworking problem (based on him needing to be "perfect")

man has been gaslit so many times, dear lord

horrible perfectionism

feels like he's only good at being used but not even that anymore (think of SvS Redux and just how Janus has treated him the entire time)

often feels useless

works to an unhealthy degree for any ounce of praise and positive attention

keeps getting victim-blamed, so he believes no one will ever trust what he says or does no matter what

^also thinks it's all his fault most of the time, so he apologizes for a lot (that he shouldn't need to apologize for)

feels like he has no support so there's no use in "burdening" people with his problems

LOVES Beauty and The Beast and The Lion King

has a Disney-themed nightlight (fear of the dark, anyone?)

struggles with his own intrusive thoughts due to all his mistreatment and he doesn't even realize what they are for a long while

everything that being the Ego entails (is a bit fragile towards criticism)

being the Ego means he needs positive attention and praise but he's very deprived of that

lashes out in anger cause of the Others confusing him (see SvS Redux, basically)

as the Ego, he needs clear structure of right and wrong & in general, but he ain't getting that it seems

did I mentioned Touch-Starved Roman yet?

boyo feels a bit hopeless and unloved at this point

is one fierce protector of everyone he loves (even those who keep hurting him)

is held to insane expectations

selfless to an unhealthy point, me thinks

blames himself for a lot

may struggle with body dysmorphia sometimes

I cannot stop thinking about she/he Roman

is like a knight cause he just wants to keep everyone safe n stuff

actually pays attention to a lot, so he knows exactly how to make someone feel better on a bad day

will spoil those he loves at every chance he gets

apologizes when he makes a wrong and keeps his promises to do better

likes long skirts and big puff skirts cause it makes him feel like a royal <3

very much enjoys dualling his brother in the Imagination

love language is physical affection/Squish Me Into The Aether

has some fidget toys in his room, both for himself and if anyone visiting needs one

loves the f*ck out of his spinner ring (a lil fidget ring ya can spin on your finger)

Burnout, but sometimes can get literal

when there's a creative block or burnout, Roman's insecurities get hella amplified

talks with his hands

may also have a theatre/musical-based special interest and loves acting so much

Theatre Kid(tm)

would NOT be a popular kid in Highschool AU, but instead just an expressive but perfectionist theatre kid who's held to impossible standards

scared to speak his mind cause he always gets shut down for it (on some level)

values the Others very much, all for different reasons, but just really loves them

has a very big heart

naive and sometimes trusts too easily

good-natured banter that people don't always take well (they mistake it for insults, which he doesn't intend)

misses his brother actually

feels like he doesn't have anyone to turn to

loves movie nights, especially when it's Disney

will banter and bicker with Virgil and Remus and Logan as a love language

is a bit hesitant around Janus and Patton cause he's terrified of getting things wrong (yet again)

still very much cares about Janus, but feels so betrayed by him and Patton that it's very hard to be around the both of them

looked up to Patton but we saw how that went, didn't we?

is so Passionate and Lively with his writing!! loves it so much

Creativity but also Ego so he bases his worth on whatever praise his works bring/what he can do and produce for Thomas

^(makes me think that having his Creativity also be his Ego may mean c!Thomas feels his worth is based on whatever creative work he can produce? huh.)

has a dragon plushie (comfort item) that matches with one that Remus has, from when they were younger and closer

takes care of everything he owns to an almost perfectionist point, and same goes for those he loves

cares deeply about things

has a tendency to get emotionally attached to his creations and goes through an inexplainable grief when something gets ruined or lost or get a little "pooped on"

likes to paint his nails, has a signature look of red nails with gold crowns on them

polishes/sharpens his sword at night to help him think

insomniac cause Creative Drive is active at night

Loves Virgil and his protectiveness/mother hen tendencies, loves Remus for his never-ending ideas/inspiration (Creativity) and him always just being himself, love Patton for his big heart and ability to handle Emotions cause that's a lot of work, loves Logan for his intelligence and sharing a love for Crofter's and for when how animated he gets when he talks about something he likes, loves Janus for keeping everyone safe (even if he doesn't exactly like him rn) and how he can help people out of their own lies, and loves Thomas because he's their centre and he means everything to Roman

And lots more!! Roman has now taken over my Think Tank. I shan't ever escape.

#oat rants again #pls read the warnings #(hey roman stans - yeah you two that I tagged - you're the reason for this post. ffs i have brainrot now /lh)#sanders sides #sanders sides headcanons #headcanons #ts roman #tss roman #roman sanders #roman headcanons #the boi <3

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dufferpuffer · 7 months ago

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Thank you for the Snack reply

I liked your thoughts on all of it but especially the teen snack with Slytherin Sirius is something that really intrigued me.

I never read a fic where Slytherin Sirius is friends with Snape. Most times he is a loner and only regulus keeps him company, though I don't think this guy has in him to just be on his own. He is a dog so obviously he is gonna make friends....

And I mean he would maybe not run away if snape and him become friends because with James his views are skewed when it comes to dark magic. So maybe he can find a neutral ground with his family.

Thanks again....

Also wanted to mention how gr8 it is that you like canon lupin character without mollycoddling him. Salute to you for that. Because I myself fall in the category that I like to stay away from any fics where he is shown as a major character, irrespective if it is his canonic version or fanon version.

I am just totally irked with all the subtle ways he is being uplifted rather than keeping him an average character he is.

I mean lupin in hp world is a mirror image of average real human. We are mostly average in look, personality, income, luck etc. We are not prone to becoming vilian like Peter on the drop of hat, we are nit super loyal like Sirius, we are not extremely charismatic like James. Major people are average.

But fanon has made be totally turned off by this character.

Also I don't like him because I think I myself won't want to be in company of someone who is a pro gaslighter and manipulator. In these two situation he strays away from average human because general people are not so scared that they will do anything to protect themselves from smallest inconvenience.

Anyways, apologies that I went into my super unimportant rant.

This is not me bashing him.... This is me telling my reasons for disliking him and appreciating your ability to announce that yes you like him but you like him with flaws and all and not not the whitewashed version of him....

So kudos for being canon remus fanon....

You don't gotta like Remus, im not trying to change your mind or something I'm just gonna use this ask to blab about something I love about him B^) No need for apologies. I appreciate it and liked reading it :) I also don't like most fanon Remus'. He is either a soft little angel who is always nice and sweet - or he is... a tough, grumpy badass??? huh?? You are right in that he is more of a reflection of an 'average person', rather than having a more extreme personality trait. He is a normal guy... dealing with a chronic illness. A disability. A really fucking brutal one. + It is incurable + Children learn how to identify people with this disability - and how to kill them. + It's expensive (and near impossible) to treat - and the treatment mainly just makes it safer for other people rather than helping HIM not suffer. It sedates him - it doesn't help him feel better. + It is debilitating beyond the Full Moon. Days before the full moon he gets pale, sweaty, irritable... days after the full moon he is exhausted, torn up, healing... The rest of the month he has to deal with poverty and a lack of good meals or shelter. Even if he was allowed to have most jobs like normal Wizards, even if that were legal - he is sick. He struggles to do the work. Being trapped by that sickness, having to struggle, having the threat of everything being taken from you by other people who don't get it... The reality of managing your own body along with surviving homelessness and an utter lack of sympathy or support...

...It has made him not a very nice person sometimes. It has made him defensive, selfish, cowardly, paranoid, desperate, untrusting... And I love that. So, SO much. I LOVE HIM (Disability drabble below, sorta poorly thought out, I'm tired today)

It is rare to see characters with invisible disabilities, like severe mental illness - or fatigue and chronic pain. ...and every month loses his mind to 'the delusion of being a wolf.' Most stories cut off a characters limb and that's it. They get a 'better than flesh' replacement. Their disability becomes their best, strongest, coolest aspect. Why doesn't everyone cut their arm off...? But disabilities aren't cool. Us disabled people don't want to see someone like us that's 'all fixed' physically and mentally.

We want to see how being disabled has changed them. The struggles they go through to manage it. How they have learned to cope - and maybe even thrive.

On the flip side - characters with scars, disfigurements or disabilities are often villains. 'Ugly is evil', or 'I am different so now I am bad' Disabled characters aren't often allowed to just... have problems.

Either their disability isn't disabling or it defines their evil.

There are lots of mentally, invisibly or physically disabled people in Harry Potter - and the way they are portrayed is so... gritty and cool. One day I'll blab about how the series treats disability... One day.

I appreciate that Remus can be disabled and also flawed, toxic, struggling, misunderstood by everyone... but be good, too. He tries, so hard, and struggles to find people who can understand. It's a complex mix of his own problems and societies problems.

We see him tell children who love him that he is sick - and they have a flash of disgust, of mistrust, of cruelty. But he understands. Hes seen it so many times before. He is strong. He is forgiving. It has never killed his compassionate heart - nor his drive to nurture, to be helpful. But it HAS still hurt him. Broken him. It isn't 'okay'.

Remus is a lovely, soft man trapped within complex layers of different types of suffering - some of which he's done to himself, some were inflicted upon him... and some of which are unfixable. His story isn't one about getting better or being cured - it's about learning healthier ways to cope. Getting support. Unpicking the unhealthy coping strategies he has weaved for himself. That is interesting, deep, complex - and cathartic, as someone who has chronic health issues, too. My body attacks itself, too. The coping strategies I have learned aren't the same as Remus', but many of them aren't healthy. We are different... but it feels nice to see a character who goes through similar things - and not perfectly. Remus isn't trying to offer me answers to my problems, like 'just try harder' or 'get help'. Remus understands those things don't work. I just can't relate to able-bodied characters as much.

#remus lupin #love you remus #remus my beloved #hp #headcannons

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hiddenwashington · 1 year ago

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neverafter meme pt. 2

a meme made months ago but submitted for clue 12 !!!

“behind you are two geese. one of them is good and one of them is evil.”

“everyone stand on the girl child with broken bones”

“sister– what gives?”

“you got it, dad!”

“hey! be careful who you’re talking to! i’m a really nice pre-teen!”

“great, gender reveal crow”

“two brilliant actors. you guys are going to get into the school play this year, for sure.”

“they’re not dirty here, they’re unnatural.”

“i’m going to do a courageous act of cowardice.”

“i mean, as someone who just ate one, it was great for me.”

“are you also a cusping pre-teen?”

“i gotta get you on the garnish train.”

“we’re all on our own in the dark, little boy!”

“[blank]’s become metal as hell!”

“you were special when you were young, and then you fucking went through puberty, and now you’re just ugly!”

“hey, i’ll trade bites in the name of girl bonding”

“am i always supposed to be scared?”

“and sometimes, i think, you also have to be a little bit scary in scary times.”

“deep in your heart, do you feel that you are a man or a frog?”

“answer however you feel, you’re allowed to grow.”

“and now here they are, hardcore thrashing at a party”

“relax you’ve been at a sleepover party.”

“roll for gaslight” - this is so unusable as an rp starter but im losing it

“it was an adult sleepover! a non-sexual adult sleepover.”

“can i help because i have a keen eye for authority?”

“this kid knows where to tell on people.”

“you’re the man to stand up and say ‘adult sleepover gone wrong, my bad, but we’ll get through this as a community.”

“there is a lot of intuitive knowledge in this little body of yours”

“you gotta accept it before you embrace it”

“you’re not a monster.”

“true love isn’t real! don’t worry about it! i’m going to die alone, and so is everybody else, isn’t that great?”

“i’ll think about it, i’ll give it a good noodle.”

“wet, nude spiders on your 12, your 10, your 11,, your 1, your 2.”

“leave me to the ladies.”

“you’re nodding at me like i’m supposed to get something.”

“meow baby, meow meow– okay.”

“you see the smile of a devil you never believed in”

“the most fairy tale shit we’ve done so far is subject kids to shit they absolutely do not deserve.”

“it feels kinda rude to just start throwing fire around but i’m down.”

“i just like little guys.”

“everyone loves a fucking underdog, but i’m a fucking actual dog.”

“you’re about to get your ass kicked, man.”

“don’t need it, but thanks babe! *kisses on both cheeks*”

“look, there’s two kinds of people. there’s scratches people and there’s deeper into the ink people.”

“you’re nothing more than scratches of ink on someone else’s paper”

“oh god dammit are we an acapella group now?”

“i think this makes me want to disobey my elders, when i hear this.”

“it’s not fun to tell the truth! it’s much funner to lie.”

“if i sing it maybe it’ll be better.”

“from man to man, you need to chill.”

“do you pick the bits before, or do we just– find them?”

“there’s a lot of mean moms around, huh?”

“sometimes you say things in the heat of the moment because you want to protect somebody”

“i feel like a lot of children, the entire moral of their story, they’re just a tool to tell some stupid moral, and the morals are fucking wrong. the adults are wrong, like, so often.”

“ugh! i’m so sick of adults!”

“you just didn’t say anything! not saying anything sometimes is just as bad as a lie, or maybe it’s even worse!”

“can i say? i don’t fucking know you.”

“[blank], that’s torture, right? that’s, like, fucked up shit, right?”

“i guess, sort of, how?”

“i followed a caterpillar that was chasing a butterfly”

“so what it was my grandma’s time, but not my time?”

“i met death, and death wants me to live!”

“i literally can’t believe what you kids have been through.”

“i don’t think you can be a prick when you’re ten.. you’re just ten.”

“us talking is fucking them over– everyone kiss each other!”

“it’s been kind of hard, but good lessons to learn.”

“don’t learn lessons from my torment!”

#meme day

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murdock-barnes · 2 years ago

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I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

#matt murdock angst #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #marvel imagine #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x reader #fanfiction #matt murdock #marvel fanfiction

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beanlot · 2 years ago

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How would sevika react with a reader who’s self-conscious about stretch marks? 🤍 ur a fave.

she’ll worship you, because it kinda turns her on.

not even fabricating the fact that sevika does seem like an individual who loves marks on the skin regardless: scars, hickeys, bruises, how torrid your skin sears when she smites her palm against your ass - and of course, stretch marks. i think she’s a sucker for them, not a subtle i think your stretch marks are hot kinda sucker.. i’m talking damn babe, lay down on the bed so i can take pictures of your gorgeous hips and stare at them in the office kinda sucker.

and it’ll bother her that you’re so inhibited about your body; she’ll notice how selectively attentive you become when you examine the merlot streaks on your breasts, the discomfiture in your eyes when your hips are at the mercy of her stare and how uncannily you drain all sexual impulse at the sight of your own flesh. sevika wants to make you feel sexy, make you feel higher than the fucking himalayas in bed with her, but this was just one of the things that she couldn’t conceal for you - it was her favourite enemy.

and sevika is one for communication, she wants to unearth the core of your vigilance. maybe you were embarrassed because of her opinion? maybe she hadn’t made it clear that she fucking loves the blazes on your skin, the silver glints enough to skyrocket her into hypnosis. she’ll make it visible to the eye that she relishes the blemishes of garnet on your skin, lips peppering against each stripe.

what is it, darling?

but sevika presents herself as very poised, i don’t think she even has a grasp of her own insecurities since she maintains a lot of pride instead. so you can hate me for this, but she’s gonna be very foreign towards the whole concept of self-ambivalence; she doesn’t give me the vanilla stop saying that when you speak so low of yourself but rather a passive aggressive shut the fuck up. it could be the reluctancy on how to approach it, but most likely, as much as i’d like to believe sevika has a lovey-dovey potential.. it’s not there in this scenario. this’ll probably make sevika sound like a gaslighter, but i’m all about realism (maybe?), and sevika just overall seems like a there’s bigger things i gotta be dealing with right now, babe person.

but it’s your body.

as much as sevika busts a gut to avoid acknowledging the cocoa butter in the bathroom, how your fingers massage every cream under the fucking sun on your body - she’ll respect that it’s your body at the end of the day, she isn’t one to confine you from your own free will just because the way your skin smirches is her favourite thing about you. hell, sevika might even give you a helping hand considering her impulse to bond with you outweighs the yen to keep you the way she likes.

you’d be sat on her lap, inhaling the brume of tobacco and patchouli when you rest your head on her shoulder; the harmony on your hips when her fingers caress them, glacial wisp when she manipulates the cream into your skin. of course, she’ll be a little despondent about it - internally saying goodbye to every crease,

but seeing you so elated when you look in the mirror and find that they’ve faded overtime makes it all so worth it.

#sevika x reader #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane #sevika imagine #sevika fluff #arcane imagines #arcane x reader #howdoessevika

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gangrenados · 3 years ago

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yandere-vampire!Dick

I am going to explode holy shit yes 😍😍🥵

I have thots and this was written at 2am so please ignore the messy writing lmao

▪if you're a vigilante like him (with a heart of gold that is and not thristy for power) it would be way harder to make you join him. But will eventually happen, that's for sure.

It would occur after a fight, Dick has completely destroyed you and taken advantage of the fact that your emotions has gotten the best of you, surprise, confusion, anger; all of them has blinded you and failed you. So now you're at his mercy, fighting to get yourself free from his grip, but this only only make the bastard laugh.

"Has I ever told you that you're cute when you're mad?" Dick is delighted by the situation, letting himself joy the view of you pinned to the wall with deliciously looking blood running down that pretty face of yours.

"How could you?" You cry as you try your best to stay focus and not give in to your concussions.

"Things happens, it's better this way." He shrugs it off as if it were nothing, as if the bodies of his family weren't lying in puddles of their own blood, as if he hasn't destroyed the world.

"You'll join me though, so maybe you'll understand then"

▪BUT what if you were a civilian???

Dick would take advantage of the despair of the situation, the fear and confusion making you helpless and lost. You look so pathetic as tears run down your face while you hold onto him in dear life, as if he were your savior.

Maybe he is though, "everything is gonna be okay, baby." Dick's sweet nothings make you sob harder, it has been a while now since you started crying.

"Hey, I mean it." He makes you look up to him, and being greeted by a pair of red eyes and fangs makes you coward in fear." We're gonna be okay, you just gotta trust me."

"You-you're one of them" you stutter, cold in his embrace and unable to move until you feel his fangs gracing your soft skin

"Yes, and you'll be one too."

▪He's manipulative as fuck, so there's gonna be a lot of mental games and gaslighting. He wants you to be his dumb little lamb.

▪In return you'll be with him, maybe you're just serve the purpose to be his toy ( a valuable one for sure), but this position brings you a lot of benefits and a high ranking in the vampire cult.

▪Don't let the term toy confuse you, you're still his partner and because of that he's still as affectionate as he was before, he's just more aggressive with it now.

▪How? Well, you have to be with him 24/7 and there's now way Dick doesn't know what are you doing all the time. He's pretty handsy and doesn't give a fuck whose looking either.

▪Dick's jealousy will sky rocket and he'll murder in cold blood however dares to disrespect his authority and try get near you. If that person was close to you, then he'll kill them I'm front of you to give you a lesson.

▪His punishments are physical and he loves to mess with them all the time so he'll have an excuse to mess with you.

▪In the weird case he keeps you as a human then he'll force you to give him blood.

▪He's also extremely controlling and will make sure to control every single thing, from the people you see, to what you eat, to your whole damn life in general.

#i need to write a proper blurb about this #yandere dick Grayson #dick Grayson x reader

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thatonebrazilian · 3 years ago

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Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 8

… Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 ...

A/N: Heeey beautiful ppl, just dropping this off. Sorry for not being as active, I got some of my shit solved, but then I got into a funk (although I have been writing a bit more this last couple days, so I think things are looking up). Anyway, hope you guys enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 (Also, if I've forgotten to add anyone to the taglist, you can just call me out on it)

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4967

“Is this really necessary?” you asked, groaning in annoyance at one of your best friends.

You and your team were sitting at the table, well, most of the team anyway. Natasha sat by your side, stealing fruit from your plate, Tony was right in front of you, a huge smile on his face as he told you about the party.

“Of course it is! You’re back after months of being MIA, we gotta celebrate!” he opened his arms wide, his voice oozing excitement.

“Stark’s right!” Thor said, munching on… Was that a chicken wing? “We have missed you, lady Y/N, and you have finally graced us with your presence again, that is indeed reason for celebration.”

That brought a smile to your face. You had missed Thor’s joyfulness and weird speech patterns.

“I agree,” said Steve, making everybody sitting on the table gasp.

“Are my ears deceiving me? You? Agreeing with Tony?” Bucky said, laughing out loud.

Steve lightly punched Bucky’s arm, kissing his cheek right after. You raised your brows, your smile growing even bigger. “When did this happen?” you asked them, a single finger pointing alternatively at the two. “I mean, it was always pretty obvious, but-”

“You wanna talk about obvious, buttercup?” Bucky asked, eyes focused on how you automatically pushed Natasha’s favorite fruit to the side to give her easier access.

You lifted a single brow and shrugged as if her leg wasn’t tangled with yours beneath the table cloth. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, fighting off a smirk, which was not easy considering the way Natasha’s foot started rubbing against yours.

“Don’t know my ass,” Tony said under his breath, but of course you heard it.

“Language!” your friends said, making Tony laugh and Steve blush.

“You’re really never going to forget it, right?” the blond grumbled, making everyone sitting on the table laugh even more.

God, how you have missed this, how you have missed your team together, laughing and making fun of each other, telling jokes. But you also miss your family, your friends. You couldn’t wait to get out of here and visit them, taking Natasha with you, being able to show to everyone just who you belonged with, who belonged to you.

That’d be a reality soon, you knew it in your bones.

“You lot are incorrigible.” You said with a smile on your face, shaking your head and getting up.

It hadn’t taken long for you to finish eating, so you got out of the table and waited for Natasha to join you. You two made your way to your room then, the old one, the one that was yours before Wanda. The whole way there you could feel your body tingling with desire, not just lust, no, but desire to simply touch her, to hold her hand, put an arm around her, caress her hair, kiss her temple. You wanted to be able to show how much you loved your woman. It wouldn’t take much longer to do it in public, you tried to convince yourself.

And before you realized it, the two of you were in your room. You pulled Natasha by the hand and kissed her slowly.

“I love you,” she said, smiling into the kiss.

“I love you too,” you replied, pushing her away a little and pointing a finger at her “even though you should have stood by me. I don’t want a party!”

Natasha laughed as you walked to your wardrobe and opened it. A frown marked your face, there was almost nothing there.

“Hum… Nat, what happened to my clothes?” you asked.

Natasha smirked, it almost made you forget about the clothes. That woman was hypnotic. “You mean the ones I didn’t bring with me back to the cabin? Well, a few months ago you said you needed a wardrobe change, and I took care of it… Which means I got rid of your old clothes.” She shrugged.

You remember telling her that, you remembered you wanted to try a new style, new outfits, a new vibe. You smiled again, getting closer to her and, once again, pulling her closer by the hand.

“So what am I going to wear to this party?” you asked, bending your head forward to nuzzle her neck, kissing it delicately.

“Don’t worry about that,” Nat breathe out slowly, as if she was fighting off a moan, “I’ll take care of it for you.” She said, pulling you even closer and kissing your temple before pulling away to kiss at the tip of your nose. “But for that, I gotta go. See you at the party!”

“Nat, wait-” but she was already gone.

You got out of the shower to find a suit and a dress in your bed, you picked up the suit, a beautiful two-piece that fit you perfectly, hugging all your curves without making you uncomfortable. Beside it was a note; Natasha’s handwriting was exquisite, you always knew that, but to see the words of love and devotion directed at you made your heart jump in your chest.

The note told you to meet her there, she wanted it to be a surprise for her, to see which look would you choose. You smiled as you read it. You didn’t waste any time getting ready, you first did your hair, then applied make-up, put on the suit, and finally left for the party.

You hadn’t wanted to go in the beginning, but the prospect of seeing Natasha, of her seeing you looking this hot... God, now you couldn’t wait for it.

The party was in full swing when you got there, there were way more people than you had anticipated, you looked all around to see if you could find your beautiful redhead, but there was no sign of her, so you decided to mingle with your friends.

You approached Tony and realized Steve, Bucky, Pepper and that Parker kid were with him. The kid was the first one to realize you were coming their way, he grabbed Tony’s arm and shook it a little, he couldn’t contain his voice “Mr. Stark, it’s her, it’s her!”

Tony laughed out loud as the others turned to look at you.

“Looks like you have a fan, little witch.” Your best friend said.

“Shut up, tin-man,” you said as you approached them, a smile lighting up your face as you looked at the teen “how’re you doing, Peter?”

“I -I am fine, how are you, miss?” he stuttered, his cheeks were blushing. How cute.

“I’m good, kid,” you said, still smiling, then turned to Pepper, your eyes softening “hey Pep, it’s been a while.”

The woman took a couple steps forward and hugged you. She adored you almost as much as Tony. “Yeah, it has, you decided to disappear on us after all.”

“Hey, I was just taking some time for myself, I’m back now, aren’t I?” you said, pulling away from her a little and using one of your hands behind her back to give Tony the middle finger (he was laughing at you, the fucker).

“Oh, she very much is,” You fought against a flush as you heard her voice. God, how could only her voice make you all warm?

“Ohh, the lover’s here,” Tony said, and Pepper slapped his arm.

“Who? You mean Natasha?” Steve asked and you wondered how could be so imperceptive.

It’s not like you and Nat were trying to showcase your relationship, quite the opposite really, but even before Wanda cheated and you, ahem, left, your friends already suspected. All but Steve, it was adorable, really, how innocent he was.

“He doesn’t mean anything. Do you, Tony?” Natasha asked, there was a smirk on her face, you saw Tony squirm a little.

Ohh, she had dirt on him, you were sure of that. You’d ask her about it later.

“Would you look at that, drinks!” your friend said, grabbing a glass of whisky for himself.

Before you could react Natasha got the two of you flutes of champagne.

“Thank yo-,” you were saying, but your words got stuck in your throat. Your smile gave way to a shocked expression when you looked at her, really looked at her. You took in her dress, the piece hugging her curves and then spreading out to delicately cover her beautiful legs, leaving a single one on display through its side opening.

“Fuck. Tasha, you look-” you didn’t even know the word to describe it, you wanted her painted in a portrait, you wanted her picture hanging from ceiling to floor in your room, you wanted to build a fucking shrine to this resplendent goddess in front of you.

“Wow,” you breath out, settling for that, ‘cause there was nothing better to describe her, nothing good enough to express how truly magnificent she was.

The blushing smile she gave you melted your heart.

Bucky snorted. “Not lovers, my ass.”

Natasha punched his arm lightly. The punch, of course, did nothing, but a single glare from her was enough to shut him up. She was the perfect combination of brains, power and beauty and everybody knew that. Natasha Romanoff is a force to be reckoned with. “She’s my best friend,” the redhead said.

Bucky put his arm around Steve’s shoulder, making him smile. “Yeah, and Steve was mine.” The brooding soldier said under his breath.

“Don’t give me ideas, Barnes,” you said, your eyes still on Natasha, you just couldn’t tear them away. She was perfect, and she was yours.

“As if you haven’t had those ideas already,” Tony said, Natasha stepped on his foot, Pepper slapped his arm once again and you used your magic to flicker his forehead.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed “What was that for?!” he looked at Peter then “Help me! I’m being attacked from all sides!”

“Sorry Mr. Stark,” the teen said, “you’re on your own.”

Tony looked at him affronted. Then at Pepper and at you. “This is mutiny!”

You all laughed, you felt Natasha’s hand on your lower back and you couldn’t remember feeling this happy.

Until you saw him. That fucking glorified toaster floating up to your group as if it was welcomed. It, not him, it wasn’t a human being so you wouldn’t refer to it as one.

“Hello there, fellow teammates.” Vision said, floating into your circle as if he was welcomed.

“Hello Vision,” said Steve, always the oblivious fool.

You scowled the moment you laid eyes on Alexa. You know that the one truly at fault there was Wanda, she was the one committed in a relationship with you, but Vision wasn’t innocent either. Not in any sense of the word. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and he did it anyway.

You were happy, honestly happy with Natasha, you couldn’t even remember the last time you felt so much in love. It for sure wasn’t with Wanda. You had loved her, yes, maybe you still did a little, but what you had with Natasha was deeper, stronger. Transcendental.

Yet, the pain from Wanda’s betrayal still lingered.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with no small amount of venom in your voice.

“Well, I’m enjoying this gathering.” Vision said, looking at you with that expressionless robotic face.

“My party.” You said.

“No, Mr. Stark’s party.”

“That he threw in my honor. You know as well as everyone that you don’t want to celebrate my return, so why are you here?” You took a step towards him, but stopped when you felt Natasha’s hand on your arm.

“Y/N, go cool off, get a drink or something.” She said, eyes never leaving the robot.

You opened your mouth to ask for her to come with you, but she already knew that, she knew you better than you knew yourself.

“I’ll be escorting Vision out.” She said, serious, the others were all tense while witnessing the exchange.

“I will not be leaving this party,” the robot said.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Natasha’s warning look was all it took for you to sigh and take your leave. You knew she’d find you later.

You walked to the bar then, set down and ordered a drink, it didn’t take long for her to find you. It just wasn’t the woman you wanted to see.

“Can we talk?” Wanda asked.

You shook your head. “We have nothing to talk about”.

You had just gotten up when her hand found yours, her eyes were pleading you to stay. You should hate her, you did to some extent, but you couldn’t deny her closure. Because that’s what this conversation would be. A definitive end.

You sat down again. “Talk.” Was all you said.

“I made a mistake-”

“Oh, did you?” you cut her off, sarcastically.

“Y/N, please, listen to me. I made a mistake, and I regret it. I won’t lie to you, I do love Vision, but you are the love of my life, I can’t bear the thought of living without you.” She said, her eyes were full of pain, full of regret.

A part of you thought that in another life, one where she hadn’t cheated, you’d gather her in your arms and make her feel better, but a bigger part of you knew that there wouldn’t be a single reality out there, not a single life where you wouldn’t eventually fall in love with Natasha Romanoff.

You shook your head. “You should’ve thought of that when you were fucking him in our bed.”

“Y/N/N, please, I want to make it up to you, I want to prove that I’m willing to do anything to have you back.” She pleaded, her eyes reddened due to unshed tears. It was somehow weird how the sight didn’t affect you as it should.

You looked at her, tilting your head a bit to the side. She looked desperate. You didn’t give a fuck.

“Really?” you asked then.

“Really,” she said, her eyes lighting up with hope.

You smiled coldly and leaned away a little, as if being close to her was simply something you could not stand. “Then you can make sure to stay away from me. And make sure your glorified toaster stays out of my sights.”

You got up and turned around to leave again, but she stopped you once more.

“Y/N, please-”

You whirled around to look at her, this time there was anger in your eyes. “You know what he just did, Wanda? He just came up to me and my friends, at my welcome-back party. What do you think he wanted? ‘Cause I’m sure as hell he wasn’t going for an apology.”

Wanda opened her mouth, but you cut her off. “He was going to rub it in my face, Wanda,” you said, getting angrier and angrier by the second, “he was going to brag about the fact that the woman I love is on his bed, that the woman I-”

“Love?” she asked, cutting you off, “Present tense? You still love me, then?”

You hadn’t realized your slip. Of course there was a part of you that still loved Wanda, but the word in present tense was a mistake. You opened your mouth to tell her so, to tell her that you had thought you wouldn’t be able to live without her, that it had felt like your whole world had been turned upside down, but that now, not only you know you can survive, you know you can thrive.

Now you know love like you’ve never known before.

You wanted to say all of that, but Wanda took a couple steps closer to you and cupped your face before you could get your words out. “Moya solnishko, my little sun, I’m not asking you to forgive and forget”, she said, tears pooling in her eyes “I’m just asking you to open up to me, let me in your life again. Just give me a chance to make it up to you, to show you how much I love you.” You felt her touching your mental barrier.

Before you could get angry, before you had the chance to push her away both from your mind and from your body, you felt a hand pulling you.

“You again?” Natasha asked, stepping between you and the witch “What? Breaking her heart once was not enough for you?”

Wanda’s pupils grew red for a second, her beautiful eyes filled with the ugliest feeling. She may have not been Natasha’s biggest fan before, but now? Now she hated her.

“I’ll prove to you, and to her, that I only want to make her happy.” Wanda said, taking another step closer, this time to Natasha “And sooner or later she’ll see that your intentions aren’t nearly as pure as she thinks they are. You’ll pay for taking her from me.”

You saw red.

How dare she threaten Natasha like this?! Before you realized what you were doing you got between them, eyes blazing with blue energy, hands shaking with unleashed power, body blazing with rage.

And just like that, as if it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world, you froze everyone in that room. It was as if time had been wrapped, as if you were manipulating it.

Admittedly, you’ve never been able to do something quite like this. Yes, you were pretty good a paralyzing people among other things, but stopping time was another thing altogether. Not that you noticed, of course, your fury made you mad, and it was all directed at the only person you did not freeze.

Wanda looked around, eyes wide with awe. “What did you-”

“I’ve been nice to you so far,” you said, getting right in front of Wanda, making her really take a look at you, your powers glowed blue around you, she took a couple steps back “I’ve been simply trying to avoid you, to avoid your puppet, to avoid conflict,” Wanda’s eyes widened when she realized she couldn’t move, you took another step towards her, your powers emanating so much heat it made her feel like her skin was on fire "but rest assured, Wanda, that if you ever threaten Natasha again, I won’t be so nice anymore. I’m warning you, leave Nat alone or there will be severe consequences.”

Wanda was taken aback, she didn’t react when time began to run its course normally, she didn’t react when Natasha once more pulled you away from her, walking towards the nearest door. You took a look back at Wanda to make sure she understood your warning.

You reveled in the fear you saw in her eyes.

Natasha took that the wrong way. “What, you want to run back to her?” your redhead asked.

You frowned and brought your eyes back to her. “What?”

You saw her throat muscles getting tense, the veins around her neck bulging. She was angry. You didn’t know why.

“You think I didn’t hear when you said you love her?” she asked, her tone neutral, but you knew her well enough. “Love, not loved. Do you want to go back to her, is that it?”

“What?! No, Natty-”

She let go of your wrist and turned to look at you. “You know what? Just go enjoy your party. It’d be weird if you left so early when it was thrown in your honor.”

You frowned. “What does it mean?”

She crossed her arms. Fuck, she was pissed. “It means don’t follow me.” And then she turned and left the party.

Oh, but you wouldn’t allow her to just leave like that. With a simple wave of your hand, everyone froze in place. You looked at the giant clock on the wall, you’d have to adjust it later to make it look as if time hadn’t passed.

You walked out, then, going after your woman.

Natasha wasn’t in sight anymore, but you knew where she was, it was like you could feel her. You followed her trail to her room. The door was locked, there was no noise coming from the inside. You used your magic to unlock it and stepped in.

“Didn’t I tell you not to follow me?” she asked, she didn’t need to turn around to know you were there, even if your entrance was completely silent.

“There’s no way I’d let you walk away from me.” You said, walking up to her.

She turned to you then and, faster than you could see, she came closer and grabbed your jaw. “Let me?” she asked. And then she was turning you around and bending you over the desk where she usually kept her computer. One of her hands held both your wrists behind your back and the other pulled your pants down, making it fall to your ankles.

And then she was pulling your underwear down as well, and shoving her fingers inside you, making you gasp, not in pleasure but in surprise.

“Natasha!” you yelped, “S-stop! We have to talk about-”

You were cut off when her hand left your pussy and came down on your ass. Hard. One, two, three times. She grabbed your ass cheek then, and caressed it a little before giving it two more spanks. You whimpered, willing your body not to give in to her, but you could feel your pussy getting wet already.

She shoved her fingers in again, working them in and out of your body for a few moments, scissoring them and curling them just short of that spot that made you go mad. Fuck her, she was trying to tease you and punish you at the same time.

“Tasha, wait, please” you tried, but she didn’t answer. You knew you could use your magic, you weren’t helpless anymore, not like you were before, when she took them away, but you’d never do it. You’d never use your powers on her and risk hurting her, no matter what she did to you.

Finally, she withdrew her fingers, having worked you up to a point where you could feel your slick dripping down your tights. You heard her press the insignia then, you heard the telltale sound of her cock materializing and you felt its velvety touch on your pussy, brushing your nether lips.

“You need a reminder of whom you belong to.” She said, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, sliding her cock up and down to gather your slick.

“Natasha, wait just a second, I know I’m yours, just listen to me, I was-”

She shoved her cock inside, and you couldn’t help but let out a strangled moan. Three more slaps on your ass had you clenching down on her cock. She groaned, and god, that sound was heavenly and sinful, all wrapped in one.

“What were you saying, Y/N?” she asked and you groaned.

“This is not fair,” you moaned “you’re trying to distract me.”

“So you admit you’ve been thinking about her?” Natasha gritted out, using both hands to pull your blouse, making the buttons fly everywhere, freeing your breasts as she opened your bra. She grabbed your breasts harshly, making you gasp once again.

“You are mine,” she said between gritted teeth, pressing her lips against your ear. “You belong to me, Y/N.” Her fingers went to your nipples, tweaking and pulling on them until she had you whining underneath her. “I thought you’d have learned it by now.”

You whimpered, your traitorous body making you push your ass back in order to take more of her cock. “I’m yours Natty. Not just my body, but my soul. I love you, I love you, I love you…” you panted.

Natasha thrust forward particularly hard, sending you forward a bit, making the desk squeak, making your legs spread wider. You brought your hands to support you against the desk, but with the strength behind her pounding your arms felt weak, and yet you couldn’t help but push back in rhythm with her thrusts, completely at Nat’s mercy.

Her eyes squeezed shut as once more she grabbed a handful of your ass, spanking it a couple more times. “Do you?” she asked, “Then why did you say you love her? Why did you look back?”

“F-fuck,” you let out a whine, “I was- oh god, fuck – I was threatening her!”

At that, Natasha’s thrusts slowed down to an almost stop, she gripped your hips again, her fingers digging in as if she wanted to anchor herself to you. “What?”

You whined at the slower pace, wiggling your ass to try and make her move more. “I was angry, I made a mistake of saying love instead of loved. She insisted that she wanted me back, said you’d pay for taking me from her,” you said “and I made it clear that if she even came near you with ill intent, she’d face consequences. That’s why I looked back, to make sure she understood what I said!”

You turned your face to take a look at her. You imagined you were looking absolutely wrecked, considering that was how you felt, but still, Natasha was looking at you as if you were the encapsulation of all the answers in the world. As if you were her world.

“Detka, that’s…” to see Natasha Romanoff speechless was incredible, and it made you proud that you were the only person capable of that.

“I love you, I know I’m yours, just as you’re mine,” you said, and she gripped your hips even harder. You knew there were going to be marks, and you felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of them, of having her brand on you. “Mine to care for, mine to protect. Mine to love.”

Her next thrust was so hard you had to grip the desk with all your strength not to dive headfirst into the wall. “Oh- Oh god, Natalia, fuck!” you bit out, your nails digging into the wood, your head thrown back, your mouth hanging open.

Each time Nat thrust forward, you let out a whorish moan, a sinful sound you only ever made for her and her alone. The pounding is rough and exquisite, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted. You can distinctly hear beyond your own lewd moans that Natasha is grunting and groaning from both the effort and the pleasure as you match her thrust for thrust, eagerly pushing your hips back to get her cock even deeper.

“God, Detka, you are so gorgeous like this,” Nat says and you wish you could hear her praise you every single second of every single day. “So perfect spread around me, so beautiful fucking yourself on my cock. I love you, Y/N/N, mommy loves you so much.”

You moaned again, clenching down on her. “Fuck, fuck, oh, mommy, please” you mumbled incoherently, unable to pay attention to how wanton you sounded, to how dirty the two of you looked. All you knew what Natasha, Natasha and her divine cock. “Please, please, fuck your baby girl, give her your cock!”

“Oh baby, I’m going to give you more than my cock. Mommy’s gonna come inside this dirty little pussy of yours. You want mommy’s cum, Detka?”

At that you sobered up, trying to turn to push her away, but Natasha grabbed your wrists once again and pinned them behind your back.

“Tsk, tsk, you know better than to resist.” She said, still railing you “You’re gonna love it, I promise.”

“Nat, stop, you know I’m in my fertile window, you can’t-”

Your words got cut off by another particularly hard thrust, you stopped talking entirely, only nonsensical little noises leaving your mouth. Natasha redoubled her efforts, getting deeper, doing it harder, hitting your g spot every time she dared to move.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard, trying to concentrate, trying to focus on the pain and not the pleasure she was giving you. “N-Natasha,” you said, “don’t do it, p-please, please, don’t come inside. I’m not ready to be a mother”.

Natasha didn’t reply, she didn’t say anything at all, she just reached down with one of her hands and started rubbing your clit. You felt your eyes burning, your face suddenly wet with tears, fear coiling up with pleasure in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want it to be like this, never like this.

Her pounding lost its rhythm, her movements became jerky, one of her hands dug half-moons on your hips while the other applied hard pressure against your clit. You froze, your orgasm taking over you, for a brief second washing away the thought of pregnancy, of motherhood, of being locked up again for a whole different reason.

And then you felt it inside you, her cum, hot and thick as it’s always been. You started sobbing then, the feeling you learned to love, to crave, now bringing you to the brink of desperation.

Natasha didn’t pull her cock out, she leaned over you and started caressing your hair, kissing your temple, drawing soothing circles on your hip with her thumb. Her hips started moving again. She didn’t have to tell you, you knew she’d be fucking you all night long, filling you up with her cum, breeding you. The thought both excited and terrified you.

“It’s gonna be ok, my love,” Natasha whispered, littering your temple with kisses “remember, I know you better than you know yourself, and I know you’re gonna love this. This’ll mark you as mine, mark me as yours, bind us together like we’ve never been before.” She said, thrusting into you, “We’ll have a family to call our own, Detka.”

And against your better judgment, you relaxed against her, your tears subsiding as you started to push back, after all she did know you better than you knew yourself.

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mulberrysilk · 3 years ago

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Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (with Matsukawa Issei)

summary: you were slowly getting the hang of being him. Getting to know enough of what made him tick that you tried your best to avoid any conflict. But as much as you wanted to please him, you had your priorities too. Too bad for you, you were going to learn that Makki knew what was best for you.

cw: bully!Makki, dubcon, creampie, spanking, cuckholding, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation, noncon filming, overstimulation

wc: 5.4 k

a/n : this became longer than I thought. So this is just an installation to the whole bully!Makki universe afsgshd though it says part 2, there’s no any set plot yet just thinking of making it a series of one shots that are connected to one another with no strict chronological order so yeeee just am a sucker for Makki and Mattsun. Bully!Makki be my guilty pleasure tho huhu thank u so much for all the love for my bully!Makki fics adsfsghsd

more bully!Makki here

You told him. You told him you didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way the music pounded on your ear drums you swore was the cause of your head aches, didn’t like the stench of alcohol, the heat of foreign bodies against your skin and how they’re thrashing on the dance floor, forced you to move through the crowd. You didn’t like it at all. And yet, he convinced you that he’ll only be awhile and was meeting with old friends from highschool. But they piled right after the other, their graduated kouhai’s and you sat in booth.

It didn’t help that it was Friday night and unlike Makki, you had Saturday classes. You couldn’t help but tug on his jacket countless of times, telling him you wanted to go home, before desperately saying you needed to be home.

“It’s past 3 am Hiro,” you murmured, his head craned low to listen to your voice. “I have a really important group presentation.”

He responded with a heavy sigh. “Tell them you’re sick, they’ll understand. Plus, they don’t deserve you. You put in way more work than they have.”

You blinked back at him. The realisation of how your group mates were basically free loading off of you making your heart sink and yet flutter back into place, heat blooming in your cheeks because Makki sounded like he cared.

Still, you weren’t one to miss classes, it wasn’t like you, especially when it weighed heavily on your grade.

“H-Hiro…” you froze when he threw you a glare. “Please…”

Makki was annoyed. He was here having a good time with friends and free booze. If he was sober, he would’ve been nicer and not actually get pissed off.But his weak had piled on top of him and he wanted nothing more than to drink and have fun with his friends, as well as you. That’s the reason he took you here anyways, so you could relax too.

“Fine,” he uttered, downing the remnants of his pint before slamming the glass down, grabbing your wrist harshly. “Gotta go home now guys. Ms.Goody Two shoes here just told me she had an important presentation tomorrow.”

“I told you before we left,” you whispered quietly to yourself, eyes down on your toes, feet aching in the occasional heels you barely wore and missing the look Makki threw Issei, that had the tall, charismatic, man bid his farewell to the group before trailing a few steps behind you and Makki. An unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips,watching how you trip over your feet as Makki dragged you out of the club, completely aware of the many lust filled gazes on him.

The drive back home was silent, you uncomfortably sat in the passenger seat, glancing every once in awhile at Makki who hasn’t looked your way since you two left the club and with Issei in the backseat, smoking, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were hostage. And it was silent too on the way up to your apartment dorm, the two of them right behind you as you opened the door. A part of you hesitated to enter your own home…if you walked in there with them, you felt something bad will happen.

“I’ll go to bed now…I’m sorry, Hiro,” you whispered softly, before scurrying off to your room.

But an iron grip on your wrist stopped you.

Issei appeared far more menacing with the light behind him, his features dimmed dangerously by the shadows and the lit cigarette between his lips slowly being eaten away by the dark amber that turned to ash. He was towering over you as Makki closed the front door, the click of the lock falling into place making your throat dry.

No words were exchanged between you and Issei. You diverted your eyes, shifting them to Makki who in this situation was your only source of help but he was just shrugging of his jacket and removing his shoes, oblivious to whats going on behind him.

“You know you’re in trouble right?” His best friend’s deep, rough, voice broke the silence. Your eyes widen and your heart began to pick up its pace, mind wracking your brain for what you had done wrong. You didn’t answer him but instead tried to tug away from his grip, eyes glaring at his much larger hand wrapped around your wrist, the size difference adding more fear to rush through your system.

“Behave,” he tutted, twisting your arm to your back and pushing your body against the wall, cheek flat on the cold surface. You whimpered at the pain that shot through your arm pinned against your back.

“Hiro…”

Makki moved past you and Issei, switching on your lamp by the couch and closing the curtains of your balcony as if he had not heard you call out his name.

“M-Mattsun…you’re hurting me,” you sniffled, trying hard not to cry. You squeaked when he pressed his body against yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall, his other hand caressing the spot below your rear, on the back of your thighs.

“Punishments are supposed to hurt,” he stated in a matter of fact, as if it was common knowledge.

“Mattsun, c’mon man. Go easy on her,” Makki spoke, his words salvation to your ears. Mattsun clicked his teeth in annoyance before stepping back and letting you go. “C’mere baby.”

Makki cooed sweetly, sitting down in the middle of the couch, a soft smile playing on his face as he patted his lap. At that moment, you had perceived him as your saviour and like a dumb little bunny, you scurried off to him, far away from the predator that had seized you just seconds ago.

Your heels clicked unpleasantly throughout the room as you approached him, eyes watery and glossed lips in a pout. Just as you were about to obediently sit on his lap, he stopped you, shaking his head with that same smile he wore.

“I didn’t ask you to sit.”

Brows furrowing, your fingers find the hem of your skirt, playing anxiously at the ruffles as you searched his face for answers, about what he wanted and what was going on. Usually at times like this it was best to remain still, to wait for him to make move. His hand trailed up your arm, fingers softly caressing your skin before they wrap around your wrist that had begun to bruise from Issei’s tight grip.

“Awe, he hurt you?” He pouted, thumb skimming over the blooming discoloured blotches. You nodded your head, seeking comfort…from him. It was dumb of you, you knew that but despite everything he’s done to you, a part of you believed deeply that Makki was a good man. The sweet memories of him actually caring for you and being an actual boyfriend seemed to dim the dark beginnings of your relationship. You had hope.

Your cheeks grew hot when he brought your wrist to his lips, kissing the bruised skin as if to make it all better. The softness of his lips made your heart flutter and the warmth was addicting. You wanted to be held by him, you needed to. Maybe he cooled down and was finally sobering up.

Well, you were right about the second part.

Issei watched the two of you, dark eyes finding amusement at the tooth rottenly sweet sighs before him. He drew in a heavy breath, inhaling the sweet fumes of tobacco before softly blowing the smoke out, strings of dark grey ribbons wafting up in to the air.

Makki finally, perched you on his thigh, his fingers now putting away the fallen strands of hair from your face. “You know I had a really tough week….” His arm wrapped around your waist. “It was horrible and I was really looking forward to spending time with my girl and my friends to relax.”

“I’m—,”

“And if my pretty girlfriend wasn’t so much of a brat and actually cared for me, she would’ve let me have my fun…”

“Hiro, I told you before we left that I had an important presentation, my group members rely on me,” you blurred out hurriedly, citing your defence, Issei’s scoff from behind striking you like a knife.

“I rely on you too,” he stroked your cheek, his touches slowly becoming less comforting your squirming on his thigh. “They’re not important. They fucking freeload off of you, baby. That girl member of yours lied about being sick, she was out with friends in Harujuku instead, and the other two guys, I saw them drinking at a pub near campus. Don’t you hate them just a little bit?”

You didn’t hate them. What weighed heavier on your heart was how they lied to you and used you…you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes.

“You’ve been pouring your time into work that’s supposed to be done by four people. And if you had did what I said, texting them that you’re sick and skip out of the presentation you so naively handed over to them…,” his hand that had been caressing your face now had a fistful of your hair. He pulled you close so that his lips hovered above your ear. “I would still be with my friends and drinking my horrible week away. We could’ve even danced.”

Guilt ripped at your chest, and you wanted nothing more then to apologise to Makki…even though it wasn’t your fault. Was it? He could’ve went to the club alone but he insisted you to come, reassuring you that it won’t keep you guys for long. Still, if you had paid attention, you would’ve know he was having a bad week.

Then it dawned upon you. Flashes of the time spent with him this past two weeks had been normal. Memories of him getting back from late night lectures and crawling into the bed with you, only to wrap an arm around you and bury his face into your neck, were vivid. Cuddling on the couch with the tv on for background noise had become a routine, he was even more sweeter than you ever thought he was capable of. Too busy with assignments you didn’t notice how he had been seeking comfort from you from a week that has worn him down. You were the one thing he was looking forward to see at the end of his day and you failed to see that.

“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, throwing your arms around his neck and crying into his chest.

Mattsun moved from his spot, where he was leaning on the wall casually watching you two, when he saw Makki’s expression. It grew gentle, his arms moving to hold you as well.

“You won’t let her go that easily won’t you, Makki?” Issei’s voiced out, snapping his friend from letting his walls completely crumble before you. He was vulnerable like you were, yes, but if he wasn’t in this state right now, he wouldn’t have let you off so easily.

“He’s right, baby,” he peeled your arms away from him, the action cutting through you. “If I’m too easy on you, you’ll never learn.”

“B-but I’m sorry,” you croaked out pitifully, the brokenness in your voice making Makki’s jaw grind against each other, trying to keep it all together.

“I know you are. You’re a good girl, right?” He cupped your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, mascara smudging on the corners of your eye. You nodded, sniffling and trying to stop your sobs.

“You know what you have to do.” He simply said, making you stand so that he could sit properly, knees almost touching, his lap no longer inviting. You knew what he wanted but the shame of doing it, made your tremble. “It’ll be over soon.”

He tapped his thigh. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You were frozen in your spot. Makki’s eyes slowly lost the warmth that they had been glowing with milliseconds ago and that frightened you.

A heavy hand on your shoulder pushed you down , making you stumble uncomfortably over Makki’s lap. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his jeans, the cold breeze blowing up your skirt making you squirm uncomfortably. You’d be good for Makki. But this was just…degrading.

“I’m not a child,” you mumbled, unable to stop your legs from trembling especially when there was another heated gaze staring at you in this compromising, embarrassing position. The wandering eyes of his best friend that Makki dismissed as nothing whenever you brought it up, even when he was being touchy.

“You aren’t,” Mattsun replied back to you, flipping your skirt up, bunching the fabric to your waist exposing your backside, his thumb tracing the hemline of your panties, the cute white lace making him hum.

“We’ll do seven,” Makki announced, his personality shifting in an instant,his palm against your ass cheek, squeezing the fat a little and massaging. “Since it was seven days of shit. Make sure to count, babe, or else we’ll start all over again.”

You remained slumped across his lap in defeat. Maybe you did deserve this. Even if it was mean…he has been making it very clear that he cares about you. You convinced yourself that this was just his way of showing how much he loves you and you wonder, if he will ever say those three words to you.

Mattsun took a seat the edge of the couch, arms crossed over his chest as he spreads his legs, tongue swiping over his lip at the sight of your cute ass, exhaling smoke.

Smack!

It was harsh. Unrelenting.

The collision shot lighting through your body and your hand came over your mouth to muffle your scream. Your right cheek began to sting and burn, without a doubt the skin turning red.

You sucked in a breath before you shakily spoke, “One.”

The second was just as painful, tears had begun to collect once more in your eyes but you swallowed them down and counted two. Then three, then four. By five both cheeks were a glaring red, the fifth one making your body tingle in a way it shouldn’t from the pain. Seconds go by and you made a mistake. You forgot to count.

“Guess we have to start all over again,” Makki shrugged, massaging your swollen cheeks as you shook your head.

“Hiro, no more please! I’m sorry!”

“It’s too bad, you only had two more to go.” He tutted, before his palm slams onto your burning cheeks once again. You cried into your hand, your thighs shaking from the pain, the undeniable throb in your belly growing.

“One.” You croaked out.

Mattsun clicked his tongue to get Makki’s attention, a smirk was on his face as he nudged his head at the direction of your ass, your cunt snug against your panties, their eyes zeroing in the small wet patch that formed.

“Are you getting turned on? How fucked up is that?” Makki snickered, his and Issei’s chuckles intensifying your shame. “I knew some part of you liked it rough, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.” He went on, landing another hit, the smack bouncing off the walls.

“Two…” you whispered in defeat,but when his fingers brushed against your mound your thighs rubbed together. They snickered and teased once again. You had squeezed your eyes shut by now, awaiting the next blow, bracing yourself for the pain.

Makki’s hands leave your body immediately, only for him to pin both your arms on your back while another hand freely roamed your swollen, throbbing, skin as it had done many times before.

“You’re cute like this,” Mattsun spoke, thumb softly tracing the darkened skin, before withdrawing his touch completely. Then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance through your panties.

“S-stop, that’s—

“Fuck, she’s fucking wet, Makki.” Mattsun hissed, rubbing his fingers along the silhouette of your slit, your arousal now leaking through the crotch of your underwear. You bit back a moan but with the way your hips were trying to move away from his touch, told him your body was reacting to him. “Do you like it when I rub you through your panties?”

You shook your head, denying it.

Makki tugged the fabric down, the two men sucking in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt, a string of your slick connected to the crotch of your panties.

“Baby, do you get turned on when you’re being all good for me?” Makki grinned, grabbing your ass, the soreness of your cheeks dulling into an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure. “Did you get turned on cause Issei was watching us? I bet you want him to watch when I fuck you too huh. Give him a live show for once.”

“Hiro, please…I—he’s scary,” you uttered under your breath, eyes screwing shut when you felt the rough pads of his fingers start massaging your clit.

“If he’s so scary, why are you getting so wet?”

You didn’t know why either. Issei’s fingers felt good, knowing you were being good for Hiro felt good. That’s all you could gather right now as well as the way, two thick digits slipped inside of you. “Ah!”

“Would you look at that. Your little cunt is sucking my fingers in,”

“Hiro,” you whimpered for help, finding it wrong for his best friend to be touching you like this. “Make him s-stop. Please. S’not you. It’s not right.” You tried to string together your thoughts but splayed on his lap while his best friend slowly scissored his fingers inside you, you couldn’t ignore the hardness inside Makki’s jeans poking at your stomach.

Makki stared at Issei’s fingers, slipping in and out of you, covered in your slick. It was hot. He glanced at you to see your expression, lip between your teeth, eyes screwing shut when he curled his fingers a certain way. You were trying so hard to be good for him, loyal and sweet. But Makki knew your body was enjoying this despite how you battled with your moral compass. You were probably confused too. Why was he letting Mattsun touch you the way he does? Simply because he didn’t mind sharing you with his best friend. You were his but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about you being split and fucked with Mattsun’s cock.

“Don’t be rude.” Makki hummed, massaging the fat of your ass to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. “If Mattsun hadn’t started this, you would still be counting and getting spanked. It’s your fault for getting turned on by it.”

“Hiro,” you whined, Mattsun’s fingers working in and out of you faster, your walls clenching around his digits greedily.

“I’m not the one touching you. Say his name.”

No. You couldn’t. If this was some test to see your loyalty to him, you weren’t going to fail it. But that resolve was fading bit by bit with the way he thrusts and periodically scissored his fingers in your traitorous cunt.

And yet as you were reaching your peak, his name was slowly rolling of your tongue. Too lost—no, succumbing to him and how he made you feel.

“You’re making such a lewd face,” Makki chuckled, one hand restraining both your wrists behind you still, the other moving your hair over one shoulder to get a better look.

A squeak left you as your body tensed suddenly before going slack, thighs trembling from the orgasm that washed over you. You could feel your slick dribbling down the inside of your thighs, Mattsun slipping his digits out of you only to slowly rub your clit to prolong your bliss, mouth watering at how you came all over his fingers.

He brought his fingers to his lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the sweet distinct taste.

“I could just eat you up,,” Mattsun growled, shoving his digits into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Lick it up, kitten.”

You helplessly looked up at him through your lashes before reluctantly swirling your tongue round his thick two fingers and sucking it the same way when Hiro would do the same.

Makki released your hands, effortlessly propping you up to sit legs apart on his lap, his hands now roaming under your dress, removing your bra and discarding it somewhere in the room. He teased your nipples til they harden, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Did you like that? Like Mattsun’s fingers inside your greedy little cunt?” He rasped against your ear, squeezing your breasts just a little harder. “Since you couldn’t follow my instructions to count, my sweet girl can’t have my cock.”

“N-need you, please. I’m sorry,” you whimpered, hips needy and grinding down against his erection, a soft sigh leaving you when his hard on against his jeans rubbed against your clit. “W-want Hiro.”

In any other time, Makki would’ve loved to give you exactly what you asked for. But brats need disciplining.

“What you want doesn’t matter right now baby. You want to make it up to me right?” He coped, kissing your cheek. You nodded immediately. Yes, you did.

Mattsun stood between your legs, Makki’s hands hooking behind your knees to pull and fold them to your chest, exposing your sex to his best friend. Attention fully on Makki, you didn’t notice how Mattsun was dangerously close, black jeans discarded and cock hard against his abdomen.

“If you want to make it up to me, stay like this.”

Something hard and thick prodded at your entrance, your eyes whipping to your parted legs. You felt your stomach churn. Long and thick, the leaking tip of his cock glared right back at you, it was hot against your cunt as he rubbed his tip along your slit.

“N-no, it won’t fit,” you murmured, wriggling away from Issei’s cock. “Hiro, please.” There was no way that was going to fit inside of you, it’ll rip you apart. You’ve only ever had sex with Hiro, and you still remember how it felt when he first breached your chaste walls, taking your virginity. If that had been painful, you can’t imagine how it’d be with Issei.

“You wanted to make it up to me right?” Makki’s tone darkened dangerously, and his grip on your legs tightened as he kept you open for Issei, the fat head of his cock pushing at your entrance, already stretching you wide.

You wanted to make it up to him. But how was this that? This was still punishment. You were sure of it. Especially when Issei slowly leaned in, impaling his thick cock into your hole, both men hissing and cursing at how your puffy lower lip stretched to accommodate his length while you gasped. There was no way he was going to fit all the way inside. No way, and yet he kept pushing in till the bulbous tip nudged against your cervix.

“It’s—too much,” you whimpered, eyes glossy with tears as you stared up at Issei, his eyes dark with lust and glued to where you two were connected. You swore you could feel him in your womb, he was just—“t-too big.”

“Holy shit,” Makki exhaled, your pussy stretched around Issei’s cock, his own cock painfully hard against his jeans. When Issei slowly drew back, relishing the sweet, plush, grip of your walls, his length was covered in your slick, a white ring of cream an inch from the base.

The tip lingered at your entrance, your heavy lidded eyes blinking at his cock, not believing that it had gone inside you but you were quickly reminded of the sensation when he slammed his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you swore you felt him deeper than before. A broken sound, a mix of a whine and a cry left you, the stretch still so unfamiliar and the weight of him inside of you as he thrusted in and out was dizzying. He was so thick, your walls pulsated erratically, the sparks of pleasure blooming in your lower belly.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Issei groaned, hands placed behind your thighs, replacing Makki’s.

“She looks so hot being split by your cock, man,” Makki commented, his hand snaking around you to play with your clit, your head thrown back at the added sensation. It was too much.

“Have you ever fucked her in the ass?” Mattsun groaned, keeping conversation as he sets a pace, fucking in and out you till he had you moaning.

“Not yet, dude. I’m taking it slow,” Makki responded, massaging your clit, more slick dripping from your cunny. “Oh, and told you she’s a whore for cock.” He snickered, slapping your clit making you cry out.

“M’ not a w-whore ,” you mustered out, body jolting with each thrust, panting as the scrape of Issei’s cock against your walls started to feel good and you were even greedy for him, your reluctance earlier now replaced with eagerness.

“You’re nothing but a cumdump for me, baby,” Makki chuckled, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “And now Mattsun’s.”

“No, not inside,” you cried, his thrusts getting faster and faster, rutting into you with reckless abandon, you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel the way his cock slams over and over again against your cervix, the way his cock stretched you out whenever he pulled back and sunk back in. His name fell from your lips in chants, soft moans that Issei couldn’t get enough of. Your cute little tongue poked out of your lips, reduced to nothing but a babbling and moaning mess.

Hanamaki whipped out his phone. “Dude, slow down and pull out, film the way you stretch her out,” he handed Mattsun the phone, his rhythm slowing. Drawing back till his cock completely left you, he pressed record, the flash lighting up and making your wet pussy shine.

Mattsun’s hand caressed your stomach, slowly moving down to your cunny, spreading the lips for show for the camera before positioning his cock once against at your entrance, his length coated with your slick.

He pushed in, cock opening up and stretching your tiny cunt, a soft whine emitting from you, body growing accustomed to the sinful sensation of his cock. It was entrancing really, the way he stretched you out, how your walls fluttered and squeezed his him.

Mattsun reared his hips back, slowly fucking into you, cock sliding almost completely out and back into you to exaggerate just how much of his length you could take. What made this time different was how you were freely moaning, whimpering and groaning at how he filled you up.

He zoomed the camera out, your whole body and your flustered face in the frame. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and your knees by your ears, showcased your split cunt so pornographically for the camera. Close to his release, he quickly picked up his pace, capturing the way your body jolted with each thrust and recording your higher pitched moans. His hips slammed over and over against your ass, the sound of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips harder than before as he stills inside you, shooting his hot cum inside your quivering walls. You moaned out wantonly , thighs shaking as you cum at the feeling of warmth exploding in your lower belly, his cock twitching inside you as he coated your insides white.

The camera continued to record, he slowly pulled back already missing your warmth that enveloped him, only to be rewarded with the sight of his cum spilling out your abused hole, globs of white dribbling down your ass.

Switching off the phone, he threw it back on the couch, two fingers pushing his cum back into your pulsating cunt.

“S-stop,” you panted, shaking from the overstimulation. “No more. I cant!” His fingers sped up, curling them directly at that spongy part inside you and Makki continued his ministrations, littering hickeys on your neck while he played with your tits, harshly groping and pinching.

You cum the second time, juices coating Mattsun’s hand and now completely limp against Makki as your head spun and your breathing was laboured, thrown high into ecstasy. In that haze, you only could remember bits and pieces of what happened next, you were on your hands and knees on the couch, cheek against Matsukawa’s thigh as Makki had his turn. Next thing you knew, the hot tip of Mattsun’s cock was tapping against your cheek then buried in your mouth as the two had their way with you.

You couldn’t remember much after that, just felt. You felt the stickiness that clung to your thighs, the heat in your mouth when Issei came, the numbing pleasure in your core as Makki pounded into you. You were so out of it, you couldn’t really make out what words they were exchanging with one another.

“Cant believe you had this tight little cunt all to yourself,” Mattsun groaned, sheathing himself inside again, pushing Makki’s cum back inside.

“Yeah? I knew you couldn’t wait to have your filthy paws on her,” Makki chuckled, sitting on the edge of the couch by your head, your face pressed down into the cushions, moaning and babbling nonsense. “She’s so fucked out.” He caressed the crown of your head, your little tongue lolling out and your hips on its own, was moving to meet Mattsun’s thrust, drunk on both their cocks.

“She’s such an obedient little thing,” Mattsun gripped your waist, pulling you down on further on his cock as he neared his third release. “Fuck, cant get enough of her.” He grunted as he pumped you full of cum once again, cute ass jiggling as you were pushed into another orgasm.

By the time they were done, the dark navy blue sky had become a gradient to a light blue. Before Makki cleaned you up, he and had laid you on the bed, legs parted and cunt oozing with the mix of their cum. They snapped a couple of pictures. And when you woke, your mind was blank. Your eyes scanned the familiar walls and furniture of you bedroom but when you shifted in your spot only to find yourself wedged in between two warm bodies, memories of what had happened flashed before your eyes and only then did you notice how heavy your body felt against the soft mattress, how sore your inner thighs were.

A soft groan brought you back to earth, the familiar scent of Hanamaki filling your nose as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his locks of strawberry blond hair soft against your cheek. His arm was draped across your stomach, crossing over another arm from your left side. Your heavy lidded eyes squinted in the dark to look at the clock, the time making your body click to automatic mode. You had class. But even if you tried to move, you weren’t strong enough.

“Go back to sleep, babe,” Makki murmured against your neck, his voice deeper from sleep. “I messaged your professor you caught a fever.”

“But,” your voice was painfully scratchy along your throat.

“Don’t worry baby,” he shifted closer, naked skin touching and warming your own. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about anything, yeah?”

You shut your mouth, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“You did so well for me last night. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” His words of praise seemed to fill your chest with warmth. To know that you had pleased him. “My pretty girl.”

“I-I’m sorry, Hiro,” you croaked out, an ugly weak sound to your ears but Hanamaki raised his head to meet your eyes.

“I know you are, baby. I know.” He cooed softly, caressing your cheek. “You were so pretty being such a good girl and taking Issei’s cock. So fucking pretty.”

“A-anything for Hiro,” You slurred in response with a small smile not able to muster anything more than that as you fell into the hands of deep slumber.

The words resonated within Hanamaki. A slight pang of guilt washing over him as he played over and over the sweet, docile way you had said that. He wondered if you knew that he’d do anything for you too. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily, he’s never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you. If he was even to ponder about it, he was lucky he had you. That you were his naive and dumb little bunny that he had sunk his teeth into.

And he was going to have so much fun with you, along with Issei too.

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Thinking Ahead

Ran. H x f!reader x Haruchiyo. S

TWs: Gaslighting, cheating, exhibitionism, creampie, use of ‘princess, slut, whore’, dubcon, mean dom (?), bonten timeline, degradation

W.C: 1.1k

A/N: Based on this idea me and @brownsugarmoonie were toying with ✨

It’s the way Ran spread open your legs so shamelessly over his own, making you face the pink-haired man whilst slender fingers catches on your sensitive bundle of nerves again and again and again until you let out a soft cry. Body squirming against his, “R-Ran! I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to—!”

You should’ve been smarter than to trust Sanzu in keeping it a secret between the two of you, sneaking around behind Ran’s back with him. It all started with little touches on the thighs, then the waist before moving onto your neck. Small kisses behind your ear or shoulder, back of your palm until they were against your lips. “So sweet… so precious… so innocent and naive.” As he used to say. Exactly the type Sanzu loves to mess around with, wondering how long it would take before you’d get caught with those hickeys on your neck. “He came onto me first wah wah wah.” The man sitting across you mocks, scars scratching thinner and thinner as his lips curls. He knows the deal by now having to torture those poor souls before you, “So, what did this one say this time? Same ole excuses?”

A dark chuckle rumbled and spreads across the chest that you’re squirming against, lilac eyes peering over your shoulders before he slips in two fingers between that dripping heat. You’re not sure what kind of expression he’s making but definitely not a very pleased one at least, “Does ‘heat of the moment’ ring any bells?” Ran muse, tossing his gaze towards Sanzu instead who’s relaxed against the chair with a hand around his own cock. Pumping at the ruined sight of you, swollen pussy fluttering around Ran’s fingers. “Oh yea?” It only causes him to widen his grin, “Technically… she really couldn’t control it, might’ve just slipped something in her drink. Now, don’t look at me like that. You wanted to know too right? See how long she would last.“

If anything, the elder Haitani is rather impressed if he’s honest. You’ve lasted longer than most that tried their luck with him, it was within days when they’d jump into someone else’s arms because he looked at her a certain way.

But still, you couldn’t stop yourself when Sanzu approached you.

“I had high hopes for you, princess.” Ran purrs in a whisper, lips brushing against the shell of your ear when he suddenly increased his pace. “But you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? Should’ve known you’re just another slut, batting your eyes at whoever walks by.”

The words you had in mind are suddenly gone, vanished when he curled those fingers right up against that sweet spot. You were ready to tell Ran he was wrong, how you’d never do it in the first place if it wasn’t for Sanzu drugging you, how you’re sorry and you’d be useful to him again. Hands clinging at his tainted white shirt whilst desperate mewls fall from your lips instead, “Hmmm… Got nothing else to say for yourself?”

Ran’s words are cruel compared to the sweet nothing you’re so used to hearing whispered into your ear, those soft praises and sweet affection. “I’m s-sorry… I really am—!” Lies.

“Not yet, sluts like you don’t get to cum remember?” If Ran had gone just a little harder and longer, your walls would’ve started milking his fingers for all their worth but instead, he pulled away. Leaving you to wether between his arms as you chase that dry orgasm desperately, “If you want it so bad, you can ask Sanzu for it. Ask him to make you cum, go on.”

You could see the way said pink-haired male grinned and gritted his teeth through your thick lashes, not once did those piercing blue eyes leave your exposed figure. Devouring every inch, every part and only approaching when Ran gestures him forward. “You’ve gotta use your voice louder than that.” Sanzu taunts, grabbing your chin harshly as he forces you to up at him. “Aren’t you a lucky one huh? Sandwiched between us? Bet that’s what you’ve been planning all along huh? Clever little thing just had to ask.”

It didn’t take long before part of you begins to doubt yourself, your intention. Just like Sanzu had said, maybe this was your plan all along. To bed with the two, feeling both of their mouths on your body.

“Let’s make this quick yea? Mikey wouldn’t be too happy if I’m late.” You should’ve known better than to expect mercy from him, feeling the burn of your mistake when Sanzu bottoms out without warning. “Ah fuck… really?” He chuckled breathlessly, glaring down at you before a rough hard pace is set. “This fucking wet from all this? You really are a little whore, aren’t you? Clenching around me like this…!” You’re surprised this desk holds the three of you and hasn’t been knocked out yet with how hard Sanzu’s fucking you into Ran’s broad chest, grunting and groaning as he uses you to reach his own orgasm.

“Princess, don’t forget your manners.” You aren’t so sure if you’re actually talking incoherent words or just babbling for him to fuck you harder, eyes rolling so far back little dots of darkness flash. “P-please! I’m sorry! I’m a little whore so please just—! Please j-just let me cum!”

If you were to see Ran’s expression right now, maybe you’d feel your heart flutters again just like when you first met him. The same alluring coy smile that drew you in the first place, “Good girl… that’s a good girl.”

With Ran chuckling lowly and pressing kisses to your temple, Sanzu sped up whilst making sure to pinch your clit between his fingers. Head threw back at the way those velvety walls squeeze, “Since you’ve asked so nicely… let me fill you right up.”

Sanzu’s hips stuttered as another curse rolled off his tongue. Thick creamy liquid painting your delicate walls white whilst Ran continues to keep your legs spread over his, tracing abstract shapes into your plush thighs. “That’s good… felt so fucking good…” The pink-haired mumbles before pulling away to admire his handy work, you can feel the way Ran’s budge ruts right into the curve of your ass whilst Sanzu tugged himself back into his slacks as if nothing had happened but those flushed cheeks suggest otherwise.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving the two of you in Ran’s office, for some reason you just know it wouldn’t be a while until you can go home and sleep this off.

As per usual, reblogs are much appreciated!

#tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu x y/n #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #tw’dubcon #tw’gaslighting #tw’degradation #tw’exhibitionism #tw’creampie #planeto🪐

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