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having several sleep-deprived Thoughts and Feelings about a series that technically doesn't exist yet how are y'all doing this morning
#friday chats#if any of you are familiar with abd illustrates' ''heartless'' concept series. it's that. it's very good y'all should really check it out#dylan got me into it a while ago and now i'm thinking about magic as a metaphor and parallel for queerness in that story and just. AUGH#eira my guy......#thinking about how he would react growing up in such a ''traditional'' kingdom#suddenly finding himself in a place where his magic is not only tolerated but accepted and even celebrated#and where there are others like him who don't feel ashamed of this part of themselves#am i having fic ideas. Perhaps.#i (fic writer) could fix him#heartless#eira hale
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me one (1) netflix!geraskier mistagged as gerlion post away from blacklisting the tag all together
#IM SORRY TO MY FRIENDS AND MUTUALS WHO MAKE NETFLIX GERASKIER ARTWORK#but my standards have evolved past netflix!gerlion like im sorry but reading fics that at LEAST romanticizes somewhat toxic behavior#and me knowing what geralt's characterization COULD have been like in book/game canon#mountain scene fix it writers you are doing absolutely LOVELY job but the energy of it all is just so... im sorry thats not my cup of tea#netflix fucking did him soooooo dirty#i am void to nearly all geraskier content except for my friends and mutuals. and penandinkprincess's writing because who am i kidding#if youre somehow upset by this#i'm sorry for setting my OWN boundaries and cultivating my OWN tastes on tumblr (actually not sorry)#edit: also EMPHASIS on NETFLIX GERASKIER#hexer geraskier youre fine youre doing amazing darling i love you#because hexer geraskier i see as ALSO gerlion too depending on translation#either way hexer geraskier is welcome#BUT NETFLIX GERASKIER-#N!JASKIER is N O T dandelion#these two mfs are VERY different entities#do NOT come at me with that bullshit i will FIGHT you#what are YOUR GROUNDS huh?
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my thing w eddietommy is that its not even that i like tommy that much or "ship" it more than buc/ktom/my or b/ud/die. its just that i think it wouldve made so much more sense in context ESPECIALLY knowing that they apparently WERE going to go that direction initially. like idk if i'd feel this way if they hadn't revealed that but with that context it literally feels like they switched gears halfway through the episode. tommy was trying so hard to seduce eddie its crazy.
#also like i need eddie to get railed and i can see tommy doing that <3#i dont have very strong feelings towards tommy though i am more on the side of the haters#simply bc like. i agree that the show has not done enough to have him show actual remorse for how he acted in the past#imo its clear the writers want the audience to think he has grown and isn't racist at all anymore or whatever but.#being gay doesn't magically fix any of that#and they clearly seem to think it does#at best/worst (not sure what my metric is here) i think they were just like. hey why dont we bring this guy back he could be gay!#and didnt really think about the implications beyond that.#so im mainly angry with the behind the scenes side of things and when i look at the actual character that is being presented at this point#im just like. hes clearly SUPPOSED to be A Good Guy. and hes just kind of Nothing. so i dont love him but i WILL read eddietommy fic#to spice things up bc im curious what other ppl think about them and i cant always get what i want for eddie elsewhere#r.txt
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WHERE IS YOUR GOJO FANFIC? i canât find it :(
anon dear I havenât written a gojo fic yet đ Are you confusing me with somebody else? I reblog gojo fics sometimes on my side blog, maybe what youâre looking for is there? Or, I know this is specific but itâs the closest Iâve ever gotten to writing for gojo, are you possibly thinking about the time I sent a kinda long ask about yandere gojo to @/ryukatters?? either way, I hope you find what youâre looking for and Iâm sorry it isnât here
#forests mailbox#would write for gojo but iâm not very confident with how I could portray his character gahagshagah#& right now i still wanna focus on eren my love#at least until I get through more of the fics i wanna write for him! because I do have some ideas for other characters but⌠id feel so bad#writing other stories before I finish the fics I want to with eren :(#even if they take forever i am determined#Sigh⌠hate being a slow writer#someone fix my brain for just a littlw so I can focus better
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tell me again that you hate me
a/n: i kinda just poured all of the filth ever into this one fic... you're welcome.
summary: âyou know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,â he shrugged as if he didnât seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, âyou desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you werenât such a fucking loser, if you didnât dress like a fucking pogue, but I donât think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, Iâll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.âÂ
warnings: bully!stepbro!rafe cameron x virgin!reader, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, rafe is in college while reader is still in high school (everyone is over 18), blackmail, alcohol consumption, allusion to drug use, drunk driving, hidden cameras, panty stealing, references to somno, possessiveness, kissing, loss of virginity, size kink, belly bulge, pain kink, dirty talk, impact play, oral, pussyjob, just the tip, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, no aftercare and not really any foreplay, public sex, rafe is mean and pervy and dark but it's all fun because it's just a silly fantasy
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Your life had turned into a living nightmare.
You thought that when your high school bully graduated, youâd finally get rid of him. But little did you know what the future held in store, just who your own mother would decide to marry and what particular family youâd be forced to fuse with.Â
Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. Sure, when youâd first met him, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, but that was until he noticed you and truly showed you the notorious bully that he was. And now that he, the very person who had turned your teenage years into literal hell, had become your stepbrother, you couldnât wait to get out of there, move halfway across the globe just to never see his face again.Â
It also didnât help matters that you got situated in the room right next to his, even had to share a Jack and Jill bathroom with him.Â
Now what you didnât know was how Rafeâs feelings truly were towards you. How he only started bullying you because you made him feel some type of way that no other chick did, but you came from the wrong side of the island, so getting those feelings out in the form of cruelty only seemed natural to a guy such as him. You had no idea that it was actually you whom he thought about every time he jerked off on the other side of that incredibly thin wall you shared, or even that his wicked fascination with you only seemed to grow now that you were a part of the family.Â
The impatient knocks were no use, so swiftly you swung the door to Rafeâs bedroom open. He was nowhere in sight, but before you could turn around to search for him in another place, the light that his computer monitor blared out into the space caught your eye.
Your vision however grew wide as soon as you saw the taboo tab that was open. It was porn, but not just any porn. The open page was littered with rows and rows of graphic videos that all fell under the stepsister search he had typed in.Â
Frozen in your stance, you wanted to sprint out of there, though at the same time, some part of you wanted to inch closer and snoop further.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my room?â a voice blared from behind you and caused you to jump.
Skittering away from the desk, you spotted the familiar buzzcut standing in the doorway.Â
âIâ, uh,â you swallowed and recalled the reason for your hunt, âmy momâs forcing me to go to that party at Topperâs tonight.â
âOkay, and?â he scoffed.Â
âAnd so, because I donât really do that sort of thingââ
âBecause youâre a fucking loser who never gets invited.â
âBecause I have better things to spend my Friday nights doing, your father wanted you to keep an eye on me and to make sure I got home safe.â
The only way you were gonna get through the night was if you got as wasted as possible.
Which is exactly what you ended up doing.Â
When the clock chimed two, the raging headache you were developing from the blaring music convinced you to finally call it a night. Youâd given it enough of a chance, enough experience to go home and state that partying simply wasnât for you.Â
But if you didnât find the literal demon of a stepbrother and let him complete his end of the bargain, then maybe your mom wouldnât believe you alone and force you to go to another.Â
However, locating him turned out to be a much more difficult task than youâd thought. As you stumbled around the massive house, supporting your wobbly weight on the walls as you peeked into each of the rooms where some partygoers had migrated to, you soon dug your phone out of your jeans and dialled up his number.Â
It was on the third attempted call that you finally stumbled into him. Sitting with a random blonde on his lap and the remnants of a mysterious white powder dusting the coffee table separating you from him.Â
âThere you are,â you grumbled, âIâve been trying to call you!â
His expression turned sour as he noticed your presence, swiftly flipping his phone around as it layed on the table, though the caller ID that lit up the screen wasnât of your name as your phone still buzzed in your palm to get through to him. Instead, it spelt out fleshlight in big bold letters.Â
âSo, you have,â he exhaled, âwhat do you want?âÂ
âI wanna go home,â you shoved your phone back in your pocket.Â
âSo, go home. What do you want my fucking permission? Are you that obsessed with me?â
âYou have to take me home,â you reminded him, though when he began to laugh in your face, you shot back, âor you can just deal with your dad yourself when you get home. Your choice if you wanna keep being in his good graces or not.âÂ
That managed to shut him up. Though as he reluctantly pushed the blonde aside and got up from the couch, he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, âfucking prude,â like a curse on the wind just before he marched passed you and grabbed a hold of your arm to drag you with him.Â
âOw, Rafe, youâre hurting me!â you tried to tear yourself free of his grip.Â
âOh, shut up you baby, no Iâm not. You wanna feel what does hurt?â his long fingers then dug further into your flesh and caused it to actually ache, âthis.â
As he pushed open the front door, you whined, âow, please stop,â but when he finally did, he only traded the grasp out with a light shove to your shoulder, directing you further towards his parked car.Â
When you were planted in the passenger seat with your gaze firmly fixed out the window as the dark streets rolled by, you crossed your arms and mumbled, âI hate youâŚâ gaining enough courage from the dizzying alcohol ravaging your system to utter it out loud.Â
âWhat was that?â Rafe cast a glance in your direction.
Twisting your neck to glare back at him, you hesitantly repeated, âI hate you,â though the faint flicker of bravery youâd acquired was snuffed out as swiftly as it ignited when you saw the smirk that bloomed on your stepbrotherâs features.Â
âAw, donât tell me that, princess,â he chuckled, âyouâll just make me hard.âÂ
Eyes widening, they briefly fluttered down to the crotch of his trousers before you blinked away, a reaction that was evidently satisfying enough for Rafe to cause him to keep going.Â
âBut you probably wouldnât know what to do with it anyway.â
âI know what to do,â you said defensively, though regretted your humouring him as soon as the words slipped out past your lips.Â
âOh yeah? Just how would you know that? Everyone knows youâre a fucking virgin,â something he was to blame for, though that wasnât a fact you ever had to know. You didnât have to be aware of just how many times he had stopped guys from asking you out, just because he wanted you all to himself, âbut are you secretly a perv, sis? Is that how you think you know what to do?â
âDonât call me that,â you cringed lightly.Â
âWhat? A perv? Or sis? Donât you wanna be reminded that youâre my stepsister?â
âNot particularly...â
As the car curved into the driveway to Tanny Hill, an offer suddenly rolled off Rafeâs tongue.Â
âYou know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,â he shrugged as if he didnât seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, âyou desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you werenât such a fucking loser, if you didnât dress like a fucking pogue, but I donât think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, Iâll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.âÂ
Your mouth hung agape as the vehicle rolled to a stop, the sudden shift made you fear that your latest drink would come up again.Â
Utterly stunned, you couldnât form a single word as you stared back at him.Â
âI mean, itâs what you want, isnât it?â he went on, turning in his seat to gaze over at you, already undressing you with his eyes, âhavenât you always had the hots for me?â
âIââŚâ it felt as if the car was swaying around even though it stood completely still, ââŚI drank way too much tonight, and I think you might have as well.â
âYouâre drunk?â darkness glinted in his eyes, âwell, I honestly donât know if I should be impressed or run inside and wake everyone up so you can get grounded for fucking ever,â he laughed.Â
âNo!â you gasped, âYou canât tell them, please! IââŚâ you felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes and blur up your already hazy vision, âfuck!âÂ
Leaning even further back in his seat, he cocked his head, âI mean, I could also keep it a secretâŚâ the tip of his tongue mischievously slipped out to poke his lip, âfor the right price, that is.â
âSeriously?â you glared back at him, âare you serious right now?â
Capturing your hand, he swiftly brought it to the palpable tent in his pants, âdo I not seem serious?â his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to a squint.Â
Your lips parted in shock, stare flickering away from his eyes to spot how he ever so slightly pressed your palm down against him.Â
He was so hard that you could nearly feel his pulse through the fabric of his trousers.Â
âI mean, really Iâd be helping you out,â your gaze stayed glued to how his broad hand engulfed your own a moment longer before you glanced up to find his unwavering stare once more, âso you should really thank me for both keeping your secret and doing you such a massive favourâŚâ
As a shaky breath escaped your lungs, you whispered once more, âI hate youâŚâ
But the proclamation only conjured a smile to appear on his lips, âtell me again,â and he leaned in a bit closer.
âI hate yâ,â but you didnât get the last bit out as Rafe then crashed his lips against yours.
It took a second for you to react with anything other than a surprised whimper, but when you did, it was slow and cautious compared to his boldness.Â
A string of saliva strung you together as he eventually parted from you. Offering himself a small caress, he pressed your palm down against him one last time before he let you go. His breathing was heavy as he momentarily let his thumb trace your bottom lip, briefly slipping it crudely in your mouth, before uttering, âget inside.â Â
Why, after all of this time, after all of the pain and torture he alone made you go through, why did he still have to give you butterflies the way that he did?
It was your room that he led you to, a hand ever rooted on you as you made the journey. At first, you thought it was because he saw the way you occasionally stumbled over your own feet, but perhaps it was just in case you wanted to make a run for it, just a precaution, a safety net already halfway over you.Â
âTake your clothes off,â he commanded in a cold tone as he shut the door behind you.Â
âW-what?â you turned to look back at him.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he repeated, âtake your clothes off,â though they came out sounding slightly impatient.Â
He palmed himself through his pants as you slowly began to strip. Though as youâd shyly peeled your t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, his voice halted you just as you began to undo your jeans.Â
âStop,â his voice cut the thick air like a knife, âturn around when you pull those down,â you twisted away from him as your thumbs sank into either side of the waistband, âand do it slowly,â he made you put on a show, ogling as you gradually revealed the curve of your ass, âthatâs itâŚâ he nearly moaned as your pants crumbles to the floor, âbra and panties too, princess. Unless of course, youâre backing out of our deal already.â
Clenching your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and shed the rest, ignoring his soft wolf whistles and crude comments as you exposed yourself.Â
Slowly turning back around to face him, your hands were clasped before you out of sheer timidness and not knowing what to do with them.Â
âYou gonna stand over there all night?â he raised his chin slightly.
When your feet stood rooted right before his seated position on the bed, your hands began to fiddle as he pulled his shirt over his head and caused your pulse to somehow beat even harder than it already did.Â
One of his palms then scooped up your stomach and briefly grabbed one of your tits before scooping you closer, âcome here,â and utilised his leverage to toss you down on the bed beside him, âlet me get a good look at you.âÂ
Grabbing for the bedsheets as the mattress momentarily bounced beneath your spine, you blinked up at Rafe as he sat next to you, twisting his form and craning down to near your core.Â
You tried to clamber your legs shut, embarrassed for what his cruel reaction might be, but he was not only faster, but stronger than you, and grabbed a hold of your thighs. As he split you apart, his lips curled up into a grin.Â
âLook at youâŚÂ fuck,â he let out a short chuckle, âthis is gonna be fun.âÂ
A gasp curled out of your frame as he then grazed his thumb over your folds, smearing some of the mortifying wetness that seeped out and made you feel even more intoxicated than you already were. He lightly spread you apart and studied intently your dripping pussy, how it looked, how it glistened and how your little hole twitched when he lightly circled your clit.Â
âOh, you like this, donât you?â he rubbed your puffy pearl with a mean lightness that caused your hips to buck slightly, âyou like it when your big stepbrother touches you like this?â but when you didnât reply, he reached down and grabbed your jaw, angling it for you to meet his eye, âanswer me.â
âIâ⌠y-yes,â you quietly admitted, feeling as if you were in some strange dream.Â
âOf course you do, you dirty little girl,â he bent down again to gaze at your pussy a little too close for your taste, âI knew you were a slut since the moment I met you.â
Letting go of your face, he then snaked his free hand down to give himself an ounce of relief.Â
âYou know, part of me doesnât even wanna prep you with my fingers first,â he smirked and let his fingertips sweep down to tickle your entrance, âI like the idea of not stretching you out first and letting my cock do all the work, let it feel just how tiny and pure you are for me.âÂ
âBut isnât that gonna hurt?â your breath caught in your throat. Sure, youâd played with yourself nearly till your hands fell off, but that idea still managed to scare you.Â
âGod, I hope so,â he groaned and briefly leaned down to press a hot kiss to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and sloppily making out with it.Â
When he then stood up and pulled his pants down, your jaw nearly hit the floor as well when you saw how thick his dick was. Fat and veiny, curving proudly up towards his abs.Â
Seizing your hips, Rafe yanked you closer to where he stood, nearly letting your ass dangle over the edge of the mattress.
âWait,â you suddenly reached out to touch his forearm as he gave himself a few lavish strokes, staring down at your cunt, comparing the obscene size of him to your puff, âwhat about a condom?â you squeaked as he flicked his leaking tip down to tap your core.Â
Sucking in a fierce breath through his nose, he glared down at you and shot back, âwhat about you shut the fuck up and just be grateful,â before he sent his open palm down to smack your pussy.Â
âAh! Iâm sorry, I justâ, fuck!â you shuttered beneath him as he soothed the slap with the nudge of his length, rubbing it against you and teasing your cunt before he started sweeping it through your folds, nearly fucking your soppy slit, the tip of him kissing your little pearl on each silky advance. Â
A dollop of spit dropped from his lips and joined the mess he already tickled at between your parted legs.Â
âItâs too bigâŚâ you murmured as you stared down at how his fat girth parted your pretty petals, though the observation only conjured a smile on Rafeâs lips, âmaybe you could just put the tip in?â you tried through your foggy mind, âthat would still count.â
A rumbling chuckle bubbled out of him as he stared down at the two of you together, âjust the tipâŚâ his movements then grew more erratic as he slid through your folds, âis that all you think your little virgin cunt can handle?â shy gasps escaped you every time he deliberately let his cock catch at your opening, âjust the tip?âÂ
As he slowly pressed just the flush head of his length in to breach your entrance, your brows crinkled up at the mind-numbing stretch.Â
âLike that, baby?â he only moved ever so slightly, âis that all you think you can handle?â and you nodded foggily in return. But as you let your eyes flutter shut and breathed through the staggeringly wonderful sensation, Rafeâs voice once again washed over you, ânah,â like a splash of cold water while you were licking up warm sun rays, âthatâs not good enough. This is,â and he then slammed the entirety of his length into you.
Your eyes instantly shot back open and your legs curled up even further on either side of you at the shock.Â
âWhat?â he cooed at you mockingly as he slowly dragged his dick back out for just the memory to remain, âdoes it hurt?â
You were a blubbering and cursing mess, trembling beneath him as your pussy tried to accommodate him.
âCome on, princess,â he bent down over you and let his nose ghost against yours, âtell me that it hurts.â
âIt h-hurts,â you whimpered as his hot breath fanned across your blazing cheeks.Â
It did sting, a lot, but though you hated to admit it, a part of you loved it, a part of you sank even further into the pit of pleasure he so slowly dunked you into.Â
âTell me that itâs too big for you,â he nuzzled his nose against yours as he plugged you back up.Â
Your body shook beneath his every time he moved as much as a millimetre inside you, âi-itâs too big.âÂ
Letting out a low moan of satisfaction, he then leaned down to press his lips to yours, stealing your breath away even further.Â
You tried, but couldnât really focus on kissing him back, not that he seemed to mind much as he moaned into your mouth, soon letting his sloppy kisses dance over your cheek and down your neck, letting hickeys bloom in his wake and mark up your skin like a brand.
As he sucked down on the spot where your pulse went wild beneath the skin, his hips drove against yours harder, causing them to collide in a sticky smack, as well as letting the tip of him bully the deepest part of you. He didnât just do it once, but kept it up as he enjoyed the little squeaks you let out every time he bumped against your cervix.Â
Kissing his way back up to your lips, he only offered them the briefest of pecks before raising himself off of you, just ever so slightly, and one by one, grabbed your already wide-spread legs and rested each one of them onto his broad shoulders, efficiently folding you in half.Â
âH-holy shit,â you panted as the mattress rippled beneath you at every one of his rough thrusts, âRafeââ
âYeah?â he smirked down at your melted form, the vein in his forehead popping from the strain, âare you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on your big broâs dick?â one of his hands swept up to squeeze your tit, then gave it a swift tap before growling, âcome on, princess. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. Do it, I fucking dare you. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.â
You almost screamed as you tumbled over the edge, your head curling to the side to hide yourself in the crumbled duvet beneath you as your pussy gushed all over his fat girth.Â
âOh, fuck,â Rafe croaked as he straightened back up to get a good view. Pulling out of you, he briefly flicked his dick through your folds to urge more of your nectar to leak out, before he slid it back inside and asked in amazement, âyou ever squirted before?âÂ
Trembling from the overstimulation, your eyes rolled in your skull as you shakily mumbled, âmaybe twice, I think.â
âSuch a good fucking slut,â he growled proudly, âsquirting all over me like a proper whore. Just look at you,â his grip dented your thighs as he pressed them further down against the bed, âyouâre already a pretty little cockdrunk mess.â
âIâ, Iâ,â you blubbered as you felt drool begin to trickle down your cheek.Â
âOh, fuck,â he then groaned, glancing down at where he split you apart, âhold your legs back,â he requested, though had to help your sluggish hands find their way, âlook at this, baby,â he scooped a palm behind your head and ushered you to spot what he had noticed. Splaying a wide hand over the lower part of your stomach, he traced the faint bulge that rhythmically appeared, âsure as fuck not a virgin anymore, are you? Fucking ruining that perfect little pussy of yours. Now thatâs how you pop a fucking cherry. Arenât you happy I was in such a charitable mood tonight?â he then pressed down on the imprint rudely, the overwhelming sensation causing your pussy to drizzle a little more around him, âarenât you, sis?â
âYes,â you mewled, feeling as if you were floating on a cloud and not getting your guts rearranged.Â
âYouâd let me do anything Iâd fucking want, wouldnât you?â he smirked down at your dazed form.Â
âY-yes,â the word flowed out of you, though you couldnât quite comprehend all of his dirty talk any longer.Â
âHold on,â he briefly slowed down and stretched over to reach a small apprentice obscured and hidden in all of the cluttered decor on your nearby dresser. Turning it in his hand, he pointed the discrete camera down to film you, âsay it again,â he picked his pace back up, âtell me that youâll let me do anything I want to you.â
âAnything,â the words bubbled out through your moans, âanything you want.âÂ
âSay that youâre my little slut.â
âIâm yoursâ, I-Iâm your s-slut.â
Tilting the hidden camera down to get a few close-ups, his voice then seeped into you once more, ânow tell me again that you hate me.âÂ
One of your hands fluttered down and began to rub your puffy clit.
âI hate you.â
âAgain,â he reached down to give your left nipple a harsh pinch.
âI hate you.â
âKeep going, princess.âÂ
And the more times the phrase flowed out past your lips, the more it began to lose its meaning and morph into just another sound, one that was almost akin to the complete opposite kind of proclamation.Â
Just like you barely noticed when Rafe dug out the hidden camera, so too did you miss it when he put it back down, obscured somewhere among your things, possibly not even the only one.Â
When you came once again, Rafe didnât so much as pause when you creamed around his cock and drenched the sheets beneath you that much further.
âThere you fucking go,â he sent a palm down to smack the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, âgod, youâre so hot. I canât believe you actually let me do this,â he grinned as your fingers stretched out to graze his wild hips, trying and failing to slow him down, âyouâre such a little freak,â he glanced down at the ring of your essence that marked the base of his throbbing cock, âso fucking nasty for your stepbrother. I bet youâd even let me keep using you after you fall asleep. I mean, whoâs to say I havenât already,â he chuckled, âyouâre so fucking cute when you sleep. No annoying remarks, no dumb comments⌠I think I might prefer you that wayâŚâ his slamming grew sloppy as he soon moaned, âfuck, Iâm gonna fucking cum.â
âPull out,â you begged through your hazy pants.Â
And just when you thought he wouldnât respect your wishes, he yanked out and furiously stroked himself before your winking and wrecked hole as it slowly retraced from the severe stretch. Moaning loudly, he swiftly painted your pussy with his load, getting it all over your puffy petals till he was panting above you. One hand rested on your thigh as he brushed the sensitive head of his cock over the cream, messily tapping the hefty weight of him against your aching clit and making you jump a few times as he smeared it in.Â
Throwing himself down on the bed beside you, he let out a long sigh and said, âyouâre welcome.â
You felt like you couldnât move, like you might never be able to move again. Your breath still came in ragged as the only thing you could focus on was the sore throbbing centred at your core, that blossomed out through the rest of your nerves.Â
âWell,â Rafe huffed as he soon lifted himself up to a sitting position, ânight,â and without another word, slipped out through your shared bathroom into his own bedroom.Â
âI canât believe they made you take me,â you grumbled as you watched Rafe shadow you in the clothing store, âI could have just gone to the mall on my own.â
âYou donât have a car thoughâ, also, why are you the one complaining? Iâm the one being forced to go fucking shopping with you of all people.â
Somehow, for some mysterious reason, since youâd moved into Tanny Hill, your collection of underwear had shrivelled down till you barely had enough to get you through the week. Guess that was the price you had to pay for letting someone else do your laundry, though youâd always assumed it would more just be a single sock that commonly vanished in the washâŚ
When you dipped into the fitting room to try a few of the gathered options on, you only managed to test out two of them before the curtain slid back open and you swiftly scrambled to cover yourself.
âRafe!â you let out a hushed screech, âwhat do you think youâreââ
âTry these on,â he handed you a wide stack of hangers. It wasnât just underwear dangling from them, but also some clothing, though all of it way too revealing than you were used to.Â
Glancing down at them, you refused to grasp the items and simply stated in a clear tone, âno.âÂ
Letting out a low sigh, he then turned to close the curtain back up before he twisted back to face you, âdo you need me to have a little talk with your mom and my dad?â he took a few steps towards you, slowly pushing you into the corner by the tall mirror.
Glaring back at him through your pout, you huffed, ânoâŚâÂ
You stayed in the corner as he then hung the clothing up on the hooks before taking a seat on the small stool where your purse was resting before he swept it to the floor.Â
âAre you just gonna sit there and watch?â
âYeah,â he scoffed, âitâs boring as shit out there. At least in here, I might get a moderate amount of entertainment.â
Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly began to try the attire on.Â
âI hate thongs,â you muttered as you tugged a pair into place over your hip, trying not to catch your stepbrotherâs stare as his gaze wandered from your reflection to the perfect view he had of your backside.Â
âI recall you hate a lot of things you still donât hesitate to jump on.â
âWhatever,â you sighed, âyou have your fun, enjoy this little fashion show, but Iâm sure as hell not getting any of these.â
âWell, good,â he uttered demeaningly, âbecause Iâm buying them for you.â
Catching his eye in the mirror, you told him, âIâm still not wearing them. You canât make me.âÂ
âYeah,â he puffed out a smirk, âweâll see about that,â and then tore his gaze away from you to gesture to one of the hangers, âtry that dress on, but keep the pink thong on underneath, only the thong though.âÂ
You had to shut your eyes in annoyance a moment before you fulfilled his request, soon standing before him in a scantily cut, pastel mini dress, crafted in a fabric so thin that you could see the faint shadow of your nipples poking through them, especially after theyâd turned all pebbly after Rafe had torn that privacy curtain to the side.Â
âYou happy now?â you turned to face him and propped your hands on either side of your hips.Â
âHm,â he cockily pursed his lips as his gaze studied you, âI was rightâŚâ
Your brows stayed furrowed till you watched his palm slide down to squeeze himself through his shorts.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you hissed, eyes growing wide.Â
âYou do look hot in normal clothes.â
âI donât think any of this is normalâŚâ
âI think itâs time you learned how to suck a cock,â he suddenly announced, eyes still glued to the dressâ low neckline as he unzipped his slacks.Â
âRafeâŚâ you breathed.Â
His eyes flickered up to find yours, âget on your knees,â he tilted his head, âcome on, princess. Youâll love it, trust me.âÂ
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â NO OTHER HEART ęŞŕ§ Ëâ
[lando norris]
pairing: lando norris x reader
synopsis: you comfort lando after the events of the brazilian grand prix
word count: 0.8k
a/n: you know what they say the devil works hard but tumblr writers work harder! english is not my first language!! there isnât much to say really the fic speaks for itself, Iâm absolutely heartbroken for Lando đ as always my recs are open!
You step quietly from the bathroom, padding softly across the cool floor as you return to the hotel room youâre sharing with Lando. The evening Sao Paulo air hums faintly through the window, thick with the memory of a long, disappointing race. One night here before flying back to England, and itâs clear heâs wrestling with every second of it. The race weekend just⌠didnât come together. Barely scraping into Q2, battling through a tough race, and ending P6 while Max took the win. His championship dreams seem to be slipping through his fingers like sand, fading at lightspeed.
You open the door gently, taking in the quiet expanse of the hotel room and finding Lando on the edge of the bed, his back to you, head buried in his hands. Tension radiates from him, heavy and unmoving, and it tugs at your heart.
Without saying anything, you step closer, placing a careful hand on his shoulder, light as a whisper. âLanâŚâ Your voice is soft, a thread in the quiet.
He lifts his head, meeting your gaze with an expression so blank, itâs like heâs hollowed out. No anger, no frustrationâjust this bleak emptiness that stirs something deep inside you. You sit beside him, keeping your arm wrapped around him, grounding him, holding him steady.
âLando, Iââ you begin, but he cuts you off, his tone edged with exhaustion.
âPlease, I donât want to talk about it.â He lets out a frustrated breath, and you feel his shoulder tense under your hand.
You turn to face him, gently coaxing his chin up to look at you. âLando, I know you donât want to talk. But ignoring it wonât make it go away.â Your words are quiet but firm, steady, because he needs that right now.
His gaze flickers, a brief flash of anger, though you know itâs not really aimed at you. âThereâs nothing to fix, Y/N. Itâs gone. All of it, because of my driving,â he snaps, the words tumbling out before he can catch them. His anger wavers, softening just at the edges, but it stings all the same.
You take a steadying breath, resisting the urge to match his frustration. Instead, you lean closer, voice gentle yet unwavering. âYou donât get it, Lando.â
He huffs, his tone almost mocking, almost defensive. âWhat donât I get, huh? If youâre so smart, then explain it to me.â
The weight of his disappointment is heavy between you both, and for a second, you hesitate. But then you see itâbehind the frustration, the anger, the shame. He looks like a kicked puppy, lost and vulnerable, and it breaks your heart.
âLando, itâs not your fault,â you say, your voice firm but full of warmth. You feel him still, his eyes flickering as he processes your words. âItâs not. The team made mistakes, the setup wasnât right. Yes, maybe you slipped up, but you gave it everything you had.â
Heâs silent for a moment, staring down, lost in his thoughts. Finally, he mumbles, barely audible, âBut it wasnât enough.â
You take his face gently in your hands, forcing him to look at you. âListen to me, Lando. I will love you no matter what. Championship or no championship, none of that changes how I see you. I love you if youâre rich, if youâre poor, if youâre old, if youâre tired. None of this changes what you are to me.â
Your voice wavers, a rawness creeping in as your own emotions surface. âThis hurts me as much as it hurts you. Seeing you like this, feeling this painâI wish I could take it away. But this is motorsport, Lando. This is Formula 1. Itâs brutal, and itâs unforgiving, and I know you know that.â
His lips part, his eyes glossing with unshed tears as he finally allows himself to feel everything heâs been holding back. The first tear slips free, tracing a line down his cheek, and you open your arms. He doesnât hesitateâhe just collapses against you, burying his face in your shoulder, gripping you like youâre the last solid thing in a world thatâs crumbling around him.
You stroke his hair, the familiar scent of him filling your senses as you hold him, feeling his silent sobs shake against you. âI will love you, Lando Norris, no matter what,â you whisper, voice thick with emotion. âI need you to know that. Youâre my anchor just as much as Iâm yours.â
You both stay like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms, letting the silence speak louder than words. You bury your face in his messy curls, and together, you grieve the almost-end of a season that held so much promise. But despite everythingâthe heartbreak, the frustration, the unfulfilled dreamsâthe love between you is fierce and unwavering, a light that refuses to go out.
And in this moment, with the world shut out, youâre two pieces of the same soul, holding each other up, finding strength in the love you share. Because even when everything else falls away, even when the races are lost and the dreams go unrealized, youâre here. And thatâs all that matters.
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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who canât keep her hands off you. so whoâs surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abbyâs jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc
a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) iâm a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!
p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3
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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.
you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldnât be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.
abby just wished she didnât have to watch that girlâs hands all over you to get the job done.
she didnât understand why she couldnât train you herself, why issac wouldnât fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about âa lack of focus.â
come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldnât lose her focus just because it was you.
maybe.
but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.
âcâmon, give me ten more. you got it,â clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.
âclara,â you groaned. âi canât fuckingââ you began. but your trainer cut you off.
âdonât use your breath. just keep going. iâve seen you do it before. you got it,â clara said once more, tone firm. you didnât think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.
but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.
you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didnât even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.
âabs!â manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abbyâs face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.
âhuh? what, what is it?â abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasnât because of the workout.
it was your fucking trainer.
âestĂĄs bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,â manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.
âyeah, iâm fine. letâs just finish for today, okay? iâm not feeling it,â she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.
you.
âah,â manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. âokay. iâll see you back at the room, then, sĂ?â manny asked as he held his fist out.
abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. âyeah, see you.â
once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.
âthat was good. you got any more in you?â clara laughed.
you smiled at her, shrugging. ânot sure. iâve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,â you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but youâd have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.
nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldnât hurt. so, you said, âbut i think i can do a few more reps.â
clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. sheâd tense, and pause her words.
you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didnât like clara. but you did kind of need her.
and besides, if abbyâfuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.
you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with claraâs reassurance, you did your best to move.
clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.
you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.
âsorry,â you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. claraâs front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. you did fine,â clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. âiâm proud of you.â
oh, that was fucking it.
abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldnât fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abbyâs fucking job.
and hers only.
ây/n,â an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didnât need to look to know who had spoken.
you were thinking, my savior, once abbyâs voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.
because she looked pissed.
clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did itâlike the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.
âgrab your shit, weâre leaving,â abby said firmly to you, and she couldnât help but send a small glare claraâs way. you werenât the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.
but it was abby fucking anderson?
neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.
âabsââ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didnât want to hear it.
ânot a fucking word.â
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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldnât be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abbyâs temper had ended in a room full of sex.
as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.
really, it was.
abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.
what a good day to have worn shortsâŚ
when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abbyâs kisses. your whole face was hot, and abbyâs face was red.
and, fuck, did she look mad.
abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.
if you werenât in for it before, you surely were now.
abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.
her strap.
âa- abs, wh- what are youââ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasnât feeling at all gracious.
you talk when she says you can.
âshut the fuck up,â abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.
bottom line, when shit didnât go her way.
and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.
abby was quick to secure the strapâs harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. sheâd made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.
especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.
she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.
when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. âlook at me,â she demanded.
and who the hell would you be to deny that?
your eyes were weak and needy as they met abbyâs, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasnât playing around.
you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.
âyouâre gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. nâ iâm gonna fuck you rough, âtil youâre babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?â
your body felt paralyzed when those words left abbyâs lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldnât manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.
she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. âwords.â
ây- yes, maâam, i- i understand,â you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.
âgood. now suck.â
you didnât delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.
she doesnât give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.
not for long.
âopen your eyes. keep âem on me,â abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. waterâs already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.
and sheâs barely begun.
âcrying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?â abby couldnât help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.
âiâd save your tears, honey. âcause thereâs a lot more where this came from.â
just as youâre beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.
but it quickly blends into a moan.
her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.
âoh, f- fuck, abby,â you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.
abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. âah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.â
just when you figured this couldnât get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.
your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abbyâs broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abbyâs fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.
âfuckfuckfuck,â you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.
but then again, thatâs how it always went.
âlook at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,â abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.
âmmph, abbyâŚâ you could barely manage.
âhush,â she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasnât letting up any time soon. âdonât talk unless i say you can.â
you didnât.
abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.
if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.
and abby didnât delay. you didnât get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.
âabby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,â you whimpered, but you knew abby didnât give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.
âdonât care. youâre gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,â she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. âand i donât wanna hear shit. got that?â
you nodded, and didnât try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.
âclara canât fuck you this good, can she, baby?â abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.
so thatâs what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew claraâs behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abbyâs words to confirm it, you couldnât be more sure.
you did what you could to shake your head, but letâs be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.
âsay it.â
ân- no, abby. sâjust you. sâonly you,â your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldnât help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.
âmmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, yâhear me?â abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.
you were more than okay with that.
ây- yes, maâam,â you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. âiâm yours. a- all yours.â
you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. âthatâs a good whore. mine and no one elseâs.â
âhow do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like youâre hers. well, let me tell you somethinâ,â abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think sheâs going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, sheâs slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.
âshe doesnât get to have you. no oneâs ever gonna fuck you this good. no oneâs ever gonna love you like i do. youâre all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?â
youâre not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.
and you let her.
âmâsorry, abby, mâso sorry. i know iâm yours. iâm yours, swear to god i am. mâso sorry,â you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.
which youâre sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.
âi know you are, baby,â abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. âand you fucking should be.â
and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, itâs her cock you soak in your release. âthere you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. thatâs it,â abby whispered.
your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.
what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?
âf- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,â you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.
abby didnât speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.
âabby, come on, please,â you all but cry out. youâre not sure how much you can take, not when itâs so sudden, anyway. abbyâs anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you werenât quite there yet.
âyouâve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,â abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.
âand youâre gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?â
like you said. almost.
you grumble, but you canât say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, âmkay,â is what you say in response.
âgood girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,â abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, whoâs surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.
the feelingâs familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. youâre sore and tired, brain fucked out from abbyâs belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.
and she needs you.
as if this isnât enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.
but this felt so much better.
your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldnât be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.
literally.
abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.
âa- abby, fuck, please donât stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.â you werenât making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.
because she knew just how to please you.
âkeep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,â abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didnât even know you had. âall cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.â
she just had to add that. for good measure.
âtell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.â
you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldnât help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. âi- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.â
abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. âfuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?â
âmmph, mhm,â you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.
but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didnât want to do.
âaw, iâm fucking you dumb, huh, baby? canât even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,â abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. âwho do you belong to, hm?â
abby wasnât wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldnât even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. âi- i bâiâmâyours, i b- belong toâto you.â
you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.
âf- fuck, abby, donât stop,â you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. âg- gonna cum.â
well, that much was obvious.
abby didnât hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.
âthatâs it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,â she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.
you obeyed.
you were yelling your girlfriendâs name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.
for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldnât help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.
you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.
that was abby for you.
once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didnât even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.
if abby didnât care, then neither did you.
âyou okay, baby? wasnât too rough with you, was i?â abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.
âno, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, butâwow,â you couldnât help your giggle.
abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, itâs not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. âwhat can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admitâclara was way too close for comfort.â
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Okay so I saw this post and you know the types of fics where adult Danny moves to Gotham and winds up emotionally adopting one or more of bat kids or accidentally coparenting with Bruce (with or without a relationship between them)? I had the thought, what if Danny parented the bat kids but he started doing it out of spite?
Like, Danny moves to Gotham and runs into Batman and Robin one night while out for a late night flight and drops down to the rooftop to say hi.
Bruce sees this 5'6" twink that looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over and is so obviously new in town and thinks Gotham is going to eat him alive, he needs to leave before he gets killed.
Batman: Looming menacingly and in his deepest scariest Batman voice, "Leave. Metas aren't allowed in Gotham."
Danny: Offend! Excuse?! Who does this guy think he is?! đĄ Danny was trying to be polite here! "First of all, I'm not a meta. Second of all, rude much?!"
Batman: Does scariest bat glare. "Leave." Swoops off into the night.
Robin (Damian): "My father is correct. You should leave the city for your own safety."
Danny sees this tiny vigilante child with fierce expression and a sword and is just like awww, so cute! đ Then he noticed Robin had a small cut on his arm and his inner gremlin activates. If the rude flying furry can't take care of his own kid properly, Danny will do it better!
He bandages up Damian's arm, gives him a cookie and teaches him a neat sword trick before sending him on his way with a hug telling him he needs his sleep.
Danny goes out of his way to run into the bat kids and be the absolute best dad.
He takes Nightwing flying and throws him in the air so Nightwing can do all the fanciest acrobatic tricks.
He tracks down Red Hood and starts a book club with him (Danny may or may not have used his connection with Ghost Writer to get ahold of some rare books).
He eats waffles with Spoiler and trys out weird topping combinations that make them both make faces and laugh.
He makes new gadgets for Red Robin but carefully breaks them just a little bit and takes them to the teen so they can fix them together (it's enrichment!). He always insists RR keep them as a reward.
He follows Signal around during the day invisibly, making faces and doing tricks only Signal can see (he made him laugh in front of the police at a crime scene twice!).
All of the kids get his attention and love and Danny smugly thinks how Batman must be absolutely seething about his kids bonding with Danny and Batman missing out on all of it.
Danny started it out of spite but he does wind up genuinely loving the bat kids.
Batman definetly hates it when the kids are bonding with Danny and is extremely jealous (sulky Batman brooding in his cave about it).
Bruce's repeated attempts to intimidate Danny into leaving Gotham don't work and him telling his kids to stay away from Danny had zero effect (the terrible children don't listen to him at all).
So Bruce starts spending more time with the kids to compete against Danny. The bat kids love it and (little gremlins that they are) use the two of them against each other constantly.
Bruce:"Sorry Tim, I can't make it to your photography exhibit this weekend, there's a meeting with the Justice League."
Tim:"Oh that's fine... I'll just ask Danny to come." đ
Bruce: Narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, "Actually, the Justice League needs to have contingencies in place to manage without my input. This would be a good time to test their capabilities. I'll skip the meeting and come to your exhibit."
With both of them competing to spend more time with the kids it leads to the two of them spending time with each other to be around the kids more.
After Damian catches a terrible flu bug, Danny spends an entire weekend at the manor babying him. This is when Bruce finds out Danny has known their secret identities for months and tries to get mad about it but Alfred puts his foot down, raises a judgmental eyebrow in Bruce's direction that puts a stop to that nonsense and sets up Danny with his own room in the family wing.
Eventually, Danny gets to the point where he spends most of his nights at the manor and he and Bruce consult each other on all major household decisions.
The whole family is at the manor one morning including Danny. Bruce has a meeting at WE and he and Danny are absently discussing their plans for the day at the breakfast table.
Bruce: " The meeting should take most of the morning and then I have paperwork this afternoon and a scheduled walk through on one of the new engineering projects. I probably won't be done by the time school let's out. Can you pick up Damian today?"
Danny: "That shouldn't be a problem. Would you mind swinging by the bookstore on the way home and getting my preorder? Jay and I just finished rereading the first book and we were wanting to start the second tonight before you all go on patrol. I'd rather not try to make it to the bookstore in school rush hour traffic"
Bruce: "Sure."
Stephanie watches Danny reach out and absently straighten Bruce's tie as they both get up to leave. Bruce grabs Danny's coffee thermos and hands it to him while they walk out the door.
Stephanie: "Sooo, bets on how long until they realize they're basically married?"
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hi victoria!! you're my favorite writer. i just failed a test and i feel really bad about it đżđż i was wondering if you could do a rafe comforting kook!sweetheart that she failed a test? thank youu đ¤đ¤
warnings: bsf!rafe, reader fails her driving test (sheâs me), comfort, fluff, slight humor, pet names
a/n: decided to make this a semi continuation of this fic lol. iâm not sure what kind of test you failed anon but donât beat yourself up over it! weâre all human and it happens to the best of us :( thank you for reading and appreciating my works <3
âso what do you think?â your hands were on your hips, your hair falling cutely in your face as you beamed up at rafe. you had just explained to him why you wanted to get your driverâs license, saying; âwhat if i want to go shopping or something while youâre working with your dad? i could take myself to the mall.â you had looked so excited, so without discouraging you, rafe went along with the whole thing.
âyou know what? thatâs a great idea, babe. do you know how to set up the appointment?â you nodded frantically, following him into his bedroom. âyeah, i go in tomorrow!â thankfully you were behind the poor man so you couldnât see his eyes widen with worry. âtomorrow?!â he watched the way your smile faltered at his tone. rafe made a quick recovery, pulling you in for a hug as he cheered you on.
âyouâre gonna kill it.. literally.â you pulled away, muttering a âwhat was that?â before you forgot about the subject and started rambling on and on about what outfit you should wear to the dmv. after convincing you that heels wouldnât be the best shoe to wear for your test, rafe found himself waiting in the office with you the next morning. âdoes my makeup look okay?â you fluttered your eyelashes at him.
âyes, you look perfect-â just then, an older man with glasses and a clipboard called out your name. âwell, thatâs me..â you got up, rafe squeezing your hand before he watched you go outside with the test proctor. he waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the tv screen in the corner of of the waiting room. not even ten minutes later, you had walked back in, a mortified expression on your face.
âwhatâs wrong? you forget something?â you shook your head, your eyebrows drawn together as you approached him with a pout. âno. can we just leave, please?â rafe got up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before the test proctor came back. âyouâll be driving that one around for a while.â he laughed to himself, making his way to the back. that wasnât goodâŚ
âwhat happened?â rafe asked once you two were back in his truck. âthe test starts with parallel parking.â at your words, rafe refrained from laughing. âoh..â he nodded, âiâm assuming he stopped the test right then and there?â you stayed silent for a moment. âyes.â rafe took a deep breath before facing you. âdonât even worry about it, baby. that just means we need to practice more.â he reassured you.
ârafe it was so bad. when he asked me to start, i just thought about last time when i couldnât even park in one slot..â rafe couldnât help himself anymore, a laugh bubbling from his throat. âsânot funny!â you elbowed him playfully. âalright, alright, iâm sorry.â he apologized. âhow about we grab some breakfast? itâll make you feel better.â he leaned in, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
âokay..â you agreed, âyou know what else would make me feel better?â rafe hummed, starting up the engine. âthree orgasms and a shopping spree.â
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F1 drivers rated on how likely they are to know what ao3 is
note : this is just for entertainment. I will also use this to make a general reminder not to get anything fanfic/rpf related outside of sites such as tumblr, ao3, or wattpad. Enjoy!
This is just the current grid, because if I had to do it with every driver that raced this season, I'd get a surprisingly high amount of drivers to talk about.
20. Fernando
Grandpa. Need I to say more?
19. Checo
In a recent GQ Sport interview, he revealed that he didn't even have social media on his phone. I'd be surprised to hear he has any ao3 tab open up there.
18. K-mag
I don't feel like I need to explain this one. But I also believe that if Haas got him to read a chapter of a wattpad fanfic out loud where he has to replace Y/N with his own name after every penalty point he gets, he would have stopped causing so much ruckus. Or he might even cause more, who knows what goes on inside his mind.
17. Nico Hulk
Hear me out, he doesn't know what a fanfic is, but if he were more popular with the writer, he'd read the shit out of those.
16. Valterri
I could pay actual money to hear him read a 'kidnapped by one direction' self insert story out loud. If there is any Sauber intern lurking here, please consider. Wattpad as a sponsor would bring you a lot of money, think about it. I promise you will see a rise in your fandom if the name of the team was "wattpad kick sauber". I would buy merch. You need the money the way the constructors are going. Think about it.
15. Lance
I don't know too much about him, but I will assume he doesn't spend too much time on social media, or googling himself with all the hate he gets. But maybe if he were to read a strollonso fanfic, we might get to see him have actual expressions on his face. Granted, that would be a look of horror, but I will take what I can.
14. Carlos
I think he might combust if he read any ABO fanfic. I might want to see that.
13. Max
He is too busy sim racing to care. Good for him, I wish I could say the same about myself but alas I am too busy reading the same fanfic for the 23th time.
12. Yuki
I believe if you pronounced the term "Y/N" next to him he might assume that's a car brand. Or, like, hello in a foreign language. Again, good for him.
11. Zhou
Hear me out, fanfics seem to be quite popular in China, and he has a sister, there is no way he hasn't heard of the existences of it. I don't think he has read any though, which is for the better.
10. Franco
Our dear Franquito hasn't been on the grid for long enough to discover the amazing word that fanfics have to offer, but let me tell you that if he hasn't found out stuff yet, he'll find some soon enough. Let the writers have time to write a little bit more about him, and soon we'll get an instagram live of him reacting to those.
9. Liam
I think he is young enough to have googled himself (he had to find something to do since he's been a reserve driver since like the year 2010), but he also hasn't been a permanent member, so he might not have enough material to accidentally stumble upon.
8. Esteban
He googles himself. He knows there are fanfics. And he fucking likes that. If there is a rise of pierresteban fics on ao3 after Brazil 2024, he will be the first one to know let me tell you that much.
7. Lewis
Okay you might be wondering why this senior citizen is up here, and the answer is simple : he is too famous not to know. Like COME ON. He's been here since 2007 (which is longer than some people who'll see this post have been alive forâ that's a scary thought for another day), he has been in famous and televised rivalry, and he has to live with the existence of the quote "everything but a lover" about nico and him.
There is no way he hasn't READ a fucking brocedes fanfic. If he is willing, I will teach him how to use ao3 so he can look-up some "fix-it" fics. He might use some inspiration, and who is better for that than tired college students writing about their sad ass in between lectures?
6. George
He seems like the type to lurk a lot around the internet, so the chances of him finding the link to a fic on the third page of google isn't impossible to me.
If you find any comment of someone correcting your spelling, you know who did it.
5. Pierre
He probably googles his name too often not to have stumbled upon a "Reader x Pierre Gasly" wattpad fanfic. sigh.
4. Alex
Alex, I know that you are the second most likely to have tumblr (right after george who actually has an account). The chances of you knowing what a "lemon" is is way too high for my liking.
3. Charles
The C in Charles stands for Chronically Online. My boy was known for liking tweets about himself, and we know that fans talk about fanfics on twitter. He clicked on a link of a lestappen or sebchal fanfic at least once out of curiosity let me tell you this much.
2. Lando
Too chronically online not to have read fanfics about himself. I just know he typed in "lando norris fanfiction" straight in google at least once. Jail.
1. Oscar
Here me out : his sister is a K-pop fan. If you believe that she never yapped about a fanfic she read to her brother, you are strongly unfamiliar with sibling relationships. But the chances of him not listening to her are also very high, so maybe he shouldn't be so high up my list. But oh well.
He is also good at hiding his game, but he is as online as Charles (you thought you were sneaky but we caught you clicking on that link of Max playing air-hocket dear Osc.)
For my own mental health though, I will assume he hasn't read about his own self yet.
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⥠Sign Here⌠Wait, What?! | CL16
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader [Crack Fic]
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Summary: Two strangers hit the courthouse for a ticket and a typo fixânext thing you know, theyâre accidentally married. Chaos, a clerk who couldnât care less, and a fiancĂŠe on the verge of a meltdown, convinced itâs all some evil plot. Spoiler: itâs not.
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The courthouse was an absolute disaster. It was understaffed, overcrowded, and seemed to be held together by the fragile thread of everyoneâs fraying sanity. You had been stuck there for hours, and all for a minor spelling error in your legal name. At this point, you were half convinced youâd be old and gray before they got to you. The whole place felt like a purgatory of paperwork.
The guy sitting next to you looked equally miserable. He had a baseball cap pulled down low and sunglasses on like he was trying to go incognito in the worldâs least glamorous place. You hadnât exchanged many words, but the mutual annoyance simmering between you two was almost palpable.
âThis is hell,â you muttered, crossing your arms tightly. âWho knew fixing one typo would take all day?â
The guy let out a long, weary sigh. âTell me about it. Iâve been here for hours. And all for a stupid speeding ticket.â
You shot him a sideways glance. âA speeding ticket? In this city? I didnât think that was even possible.â
He gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. âYeah, I guess I just had to be that guy.â
The shared complaint was enough to crack a small smile out of you. But that was the only bright spot in this nightmare of a day. Every time the overworked and increasingly agitated clerk called someone forward, she did it with the enthusiasm of someone trapped in the seventh circle of customer service hell. Her eyes screamed âdonât even think about making my day worse,â and the way she barked out âNext!â like she was calling people to their doom wasnât helping anyoneâs mood.
Finally, the fateful âNext!â came again, and both you and the guy next to you jumped up at the same time. You both stared at each other, disbelief and irritation flaring up.
âI think itâs my turn,â you said, arms crossed.
He raised his eyebrows under the brim of his cap. âUh, no, Iâve been waiting way longer.â
âYeah, well, Iâve been waiting forever for a typo correction!â
âAnd Iâve been here since this morning for a stupid speeding fine!â he shot back, his voice rising in frustration.
You both stormed toward the counter, practically shoving each other out of the way, bickering like children. The clerk didnât even look up from her screen, clearly sick of everyone and everything. âNames,â she demanded with the enthusiasm of a broken vending machine.
âCharles Leclerc,â the guy said, jumping in before you could even open your mouth.
You blinked at him in surprise. Charles Leclerc? Who just throws out their full name like that? You barely had time to process before the clerk barked out her next order.
âBoth of you, step forward.â
âWait, what? Why me?â you blurted out, confused as hell.
The clerk didnât respond. She just jabbed her finger at the space in front of her, signaling for you both to step up. You shot Charles a questioning look, but he seemed just as lost as you were, though he didnât argue. Sighing in defeat, you stepped up beside him.
The clerk slapped two pieces of paper on the counter with the grace of a war general deploying a tactical nuke. âSign here.â
Charles didnât even hesitate. He grabbed the pen and signed his paper with an alarming speed, as if this was something he did every day. You stared at him like heâd lost his mind.
âWhat are you doing?â you whispered, still unsure why either of you were signing anything.
âI dunno,â he muttered back, not looking up. âPeople give me stuff to sign all the time. Itâs muscle memory.â
Muscle memory? Who just signs things without reading them?! You were about to protest when the clerk shot you a look so sharp it could have pierced through solid steel.
âSign,â she repeated, her voice low and dangerously calm.
Your stomach twisted in confusion, but the clerkâs death stare was enough to make you scribble your name down without another word. It didnât feel right, but you were too exhausted to fight. The ink had barely dried on the paper when the clerk slammed a stamp down and said, with zero enthusiasm, âCongratulations, youâre married.â
A beat of stunned silence.
Then chaos erupted.
âWHAT?!â you and Charles screamed simultaneously, both of you staring at the clerk in absolute horror.
Charles dropped the pen like it had just burned his hand. âWaitâwhat do you mean married?!â
âIâm here for a speeding ticket!â he continued, his voice cracking in disbelief.
âAnd Iâm just here to fix a typo!â you added, throwing your hands up. âHow did we just get married?!â
The clerk just raises one eyebrow and looks at her computer screen âBut it says here that a Charles is supposed to get married todayâ
âWell clearly itâs not me!â he screams.
The clerk, utterly unfazed by the chaos she had just unleashed, didnât even bother to look up from her computer. âYou signed the marriage certificate. Youâre married.â
You blinked at her, feeling like the room was spinning. âHowâno, thereâs got to be some mistake. We canât be married. Canât you just, I donât know, not register the paperwork or something?â
The clerk slowly raised her eyes to look at you, her expression blank and dead inside. âItâs against the rules,â she said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
âAgainst the rules?!â you repeated, your voice reaching a higher pitch.
Charles let out a panicked laugh, running a hand through his hair. âThis is insane. This canât be happening. Iâm not even supposed to be getting married!â
Suddenly, a man in the back of the room shot to his feet, waving his arms frantically. âWAIT! WAIT, NO! IâM CHARLES ANDERSON! IâM THE ONE WHOâS SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING MARRIED TODAY!â
The whole room turned to look at him as he came barreling toward the counter, his crumpled papers in hand.
âYOU CALLED FOR CHARLES!â he shouted, pointing accusingly at the clerk. âIâM CHARLES ANDERSON! THEYâRE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE MARRIED! I AM!â
You and Charles Leclerc whipped your heads toward each other, eyes wide in absolute disbelief. âOh my God,â Charles muttered, shaking his head. âThis is an actual nightmare.â
You stared at him, trying to make sense of everything. âI donât even know you!â
Charles Anderson was now pacing in front of the counter like a madman, his papers flailing in his hand. âMy fiancĂŠeâs going to kill me! They took our spot!â
You turned to face him, throwing your hands in the air. âWe didnât ask for this, okay?!â
âCan we fix this?â Charles asked the clerk, his voice cracking slightly from panic. âLike, can we just undo it? Cancel the whole thing? Please?â
The clerk let out a slow, dramatic sigh as if they were asking her to climb Mount Everest. She clicked a few buttons on her computer, then looked up at you both with the same bored expression. âClosest annulment appointment is⌠this Tuesday.â
âTUESDAY?!â you both screamed, causing half the room to turn and stare at you.
Charles Anderson let out a high-pitched shriek. âBut my wedding is supposed to be TODAY! WHAT ABOUT MY WEDDING?!â
You whirled on him. âNO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR WEDDING, CHARLES ANDERSON!â
Charles Leclerc was pacing now, hands on his head like he was trying to keep himself from exploding. âI canât believe this is happening. This canât be happening. I came here to pay a stupid speeding ticket, and now Iâm married?â
You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling like you were going to hyperventilate. âI came here for a typo correction. This was supposed to be the easiest thing ever, and now Iâm married to someone I donât even know!â
Charles Anderson, still flapping his marriage certificate, looked like he was going to start sobbing any second. âMy fiancĂŠe is going to leave me. Sheâs going to walk out of this courthouse and leave me. Weâve been planning this for months!â
You threw your hands in the air. âThis is not about you, Charles Anderson! We just accidentally got married, and youâre worried about yourself?!â
Charles Leclerc spun around to face the clerk, practically begging. âPlease, canât you just⌠not file the paperwork? We didnât mean to sign anything!â
She stared at him, eyes glazed over, before sighing deeply. âItâs against the rules.â
âAGAINST THE RULES?!â Charles repeated, his voice reaching a panicked squeak.
The clerk took another slow sip of her coffee. âYou can get an annulment. On Tuesday.â
Charles threw his hands in the air, pacing faster. âThis is insane. I canât justâWait.â He turned to you, blinking rapidly. âWho even are you?â
You blinked back, equally confused. âI donât know! I meanâIâm me? Who are you?â
âIâm Charles Leclerc,â he said, as if that was supposed to mean something.
You squinted. ââŚAnd?â
âAnd I drive in Formula 1.â
You stared at him blankly. âWhatâs that? A type of bus?â
Charles Anderson finally chimed in, âOh my God, you donât know who Charles Leclerc is?!â
You turned to glare at Anderson. âI donât care! I just want to undo this whole mess!â
Charles Leclerc let out a frustrated groan. âThis is the weirdest day of my life.â
âOh, you think?â you shot back, throwing your arms up. âThis is not how I imagined my day going either!â
Charles Anderson was now pacing in circles, mumbling about his ruined wedding day. The clerk, unbothered by the chaos she had caused, sipped her coffee again, clearly wishing she were anywhere else.
âThis is insane! Canât you just shred the papers or something?â Charles Leclerc was practically pleading now, his hands gesturing wildly like he was on the verge of losing it. âWe didnât mean to get married! Just pretend it never happened!â
The clerk, still sipping her coffee like none of this was her problem, took an agonizingly slow sip and deadpanned, âAs Iâve said already, itâs against the rules. The paperwork is in. Itâs legal. Youâre married.â
âWHAT RULES?!â you cried, throwing your hands in the air. âThereâs no way weâre stuck because of a technicality! This isnât an episode of Law & Order! No oneâs going to arrest you for this!â
The clerk blinked at you, her expression as blank as ever. âThe rules are the rules,â she said, like she had this line tattooed on her forehead. âTake it up with a judge.â
Just as you were about to lose your mind, there was a loud crash behind you. You turned in time to see a woman in a wedding gown who was most definitely Charles Andersonâs fiancĂŠe, kick a chair out of the way, marching up to him like a woman possessed.
âYOUâRE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE ARENâT YOU?â she screeched, pointing an accusing finger at Anderson, who shrank back in terror. âYou just didnât want to marry me, so now youâre pulling this stunt?â
âWhat?! No!â Anderson yelped, looking around the courthouse like he could find an escape hatch. âItâs not my fault Brittany! Theyââ he pointed at you and Charles Leclerc, ââtheyâre the ones who got married!â
Brittany wasnât having it. âYeah, right! Youâve been making excuses for months, and now youâre going to try and pin this on them?! What, did you pay them to mess up the paperwork?â
You waved your hands in a panic. âLady, we donât even know each other! Iâm literally just here to fix a spelling mistake in my name!â
Charles Leclerc jumped in, looking equally panicked. âAnd Iâm just here for a speeding ticket! I donât even know whatâs going on!â
Charles Leclerc looked like he was officially losing his mind. He was pacing in circles, gesturing wildly at the air, as if the universe might suddenly intervene. âI have a race next week! I canât be married right now! This is insane!â
You stared at him, completely lost. âWhat are you even talking about? Why does a race have anything to do with this?â
Charles paused mid-panic, looking at you like youâd just said the sky was purple. âFor the last time Iâm a Formula 1 diver!.â
You blinked and scream out in frustration. ââŚYOU KEEP SAYING THAT LIKE IT SHOULD MEAN SOMETHING TO ME!?â
Charles looked at you like youâd just spoken in a different tongue. âFormula 1! Itâs international. Fast cars, precision driving, circuits all over the world?â
You squinted. âSo⌠like NASCAR?â
Charlesâs eye twitched. âNO! Itâs not like NASCAR! Itâsâ" He took a deep breath, clearly trying to calm himself. âFormula 1 is completely different. Itâs the pinnacle of motorsport. We race on tracks, not ovals, and the cars are way faster and more advanced.â
âOh,â you said, not even pretending to be impressed. âSo itâs like NASCAR with extra steps.â
Charles groaned, pressing his palms into his eyes. âI canât do this.â
Before you could respond, Brittany threw her hands up in the air, clearly fed up. âI CANâT DO THIS EITHER!â She pointed at Charles Anderson, who was now trying to hide behind the counter. âI knew you were stalling this wedding on purpose, Charles! Youâve been dodging this day since we got engaged!â
âBrittany, no! I swear it wasnât me! Itâs just some kind of mix-up!â Anderson tried to reason with her, his voice cracking under the pressure. âItâs a misunderstanding! I didnât plan this!â
âOh, so you just accidentally handed over our wedding slot to complete strangers?!â Brittanyâs voice was so loud now that other people in the courthouse were starting to stare. âAnd now we have to wait while you run around trying to fix your mess!â
You slapped your hands over your face, feeling the absolute ridiculousness of the situation weighing on you. âThis is the dumbest thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
Charles Leclerc was now pacing frantically again. âI canât be married! This is⌠this is a PR nightmare! my career is ruined! Fred's gonna kill me!â
âOh my God, no one cares about your stupid racing career!â Brittany screeched, cutting him off. âMy weddingâs been hijacked, and youâre worried about PR?!â
Leclerc turned back to the clerk, his voice rising in desperation. âCanât you just void the paperwork? Pretend this didnât happen? We didnât actually want to get married!â
The clerk, completely unaffected by the chaos swirling around her, let out a slow, tired sigh. âItâs against the rules.â
âSCREW THE RULES!â you shouted, slapping your hand on the counter. âNo one cares about your rules! Canât you justâ I donât knowâ delete the file or something?â
âThe government cares about the rules,â the clerk responded flatly, barely looking up from her computer screen.
Charles Leclerc, utterly exasperated, ran a hand through his hair and muttered, âThis canât be happening. This is the worst day of my life.â
âYour life?!â you shot back, eyes wide. âI just came here to fix a typo, and now Iâm married to a stranger who yells about race cars!â
Leclerc threw his hands up in frustration. âIâm not yelling about race cars!â
âYes, you are!â
Brittany stormed back up to the counter, where Charles Anderson was practically cowering. âAnd you,â she hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest. âYou think this is some big joke, donât you? Delaying the wedding again just because you donât want to marry me?!â
âI swear, itâs not what it looks like!â Anderson pleaded, trying to grab her hands. âI love you! This is just a mistake!â
âMistake my ass!â Brittany shrieked. âWeâve been engaged for three years, and now, instead of us getting married, I have to watch these two idiots get hitched by accident!â
You threw your hands up, eyes darting between Brittany and the hysterical Anderson. âWe donât even want to be married! This isnât some elaborate plan! Iâve literally known this guy for less than five minutes!â
Leclerc, looking like he was about to snap, turned back to the clerk. âThereâs nothing you can do? Nothing at all? Canât we get, like, an emergency annulment or something?â
The clerk glanced up lazily from her coffee. âLike I said next available appointment for an annulment is this Tuesday. Wait no, itâs actually next Tuesdayâ
âNEXT TUESDAY?!â you and Leclerc both screamed in unison, your voices echoing off the courthouse walls.
âCanât we just get another slot today please?!â Anderson wails
âSorry but the fastest I can squeeze in a wedding is on Saturday 25thâ the clerk says sipping her coffee nonchalantly.
âThe 25th?â Anderson whimpered. âBut⌠my wedding is today! The 25th is like 2 weeks away!â
âOh, shut up, Charles!â Brittany yelled, practically shoving him. âThere is no wedding today! Youâve ruined it! And you know what? Maybe thatâs for the best!â
Charles Anderson looked like he might burst into tears at any moment. âBut Brittanyââ
âSave it!â she snapped, before turning to you and Leclerc. âAnd you two? Good luck with your stupid accidental marriage. I hope youâre very happy together.â
Leclerc, who had clearly had enough, shot back, âOh, weâll have a blast. Trust me. This is exactly what I wanted out of today. To marry a complete stranger in the middle of a bureaucratic nightmare.â
You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. âThis has got to be some kind of cosmic joke.â
From behind, Anderson was still shrieking about his doomed marriage, while Brittany yelled about commitment issues and a wedding that would ânever happen at this rate!â
Charles Leclerc leaned over the counter, looking like he was about two seconds away from losing it entirely. âIs there nothing you can do?â
The clerk just looks at him. âNext tuesday.â
He threw his hands up and muttered under his breath, âI shouldâve just paid the speeding ticket online.â
The clerk, unfazed by the circus happening in front of her, sipped her coffee and calmly called out, âNext in line, please.â
And that ladies and gentlemen is how you ended up accidentally married to Charles Leclerc in the most ridiculous courthouse mix-up of all time.
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eye fucking satoru <3
tags; gojo x reader | fluff, suggestive (?) | jealous (?) insecure (?) reader
note; here's some comfort before the next chapter leak... gojo comeback đŠ
"I'm not jealous, I'm justâ" you waved your hands in frustration, unable to put words to match what you were feeling. That was all you could manage. Gojo, on the other hand immediately understood. He smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.
"You really donât realize the effect you have on me, do you?"
And that was how you ended up on top straddling him, both of you still fully clothed. The heat of his body radiated through your thighs as you sat on top of him.
âWhat are we even doing? Iâm tired. Letâs just go to bed,â you sighed, trying to lift yourself off his lap, though a part of you wasnât entirely convinced.
"While my princess is mad at me? I'd rather die than let you sleep upset with me," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. His hands tightened on your waist, keeping you locked in place, as his gaze softened just a little with a pout.
Suddenly, a wave of insecurity hit you out of nowhere. You were usually confidentâquick-witted, and perfectly aware of your beauty. But something about the way that other woman had flirted with him earlier stirred doubts. She was a contrast of youâdifferent hair, a niche style, a whole different vibe. Was Gojo craving something new? Was he tired of you?
Just as your mind began spiraling, his palm faintly tapped your thigh, bringing you back to the present. You bit your lip, refusing to meet his eyes, knowing if you did, you might just fall apart in front of him.
"Look at me," Gojo said softly, yet firmly, as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes remained fixed on your fidgety hands in your lap. But Gojo wasnât the type to let things go so easily. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered,
"I dare you to look into my eyes and see what happens."
You hesitated, but curiosity, or maybe just him, got the best of you. Slowly, you met his gaze.
In seconds, you felt itâhim hardening beneath you, unmistakable and sudden. You gasped, instinctively glancing down at his growing length pressing against the thin fabric of your clothes. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed furiously.
Gojo chuckled, reaching up to grab your chin with one hand, tilting your head up to meet his eyes again. His other hand slid up your thigh, teasing.
"Now do you see the effect you have on me?" he asked, his voice loud with excitement, eyes locked on yours that sent a shiver down your spine. The corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smile as he waited for you to respond.
Words failed you, your brain fuzzy, buzzing with the intensity of the moment. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss. His lips claimed yours, biting gently on your lower lip, eliciting a moan from you. The pressure of his body beneath yours, the friction as you rocked your hips against himâit all made your pulse race, drowning out every thought but him.
Both of you groaned softly into each otherâs mouths, hands roaming feverishly. The heat between you was undeniable, and the tension finally snapped as you deepened the kiss, tongues tangling, breathing ragged and needy.
That night, Gojo didnât just show you his desireâhe made it clear that you were the only one he ever wanted. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word left no room for doubt. You were his one and only.
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Like Oil and Water
Summary: Your office power struggle with Scott comes to a head. Paring: Scott (Twisters) x F!Scientist!Reader Word Count: 2.1K Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Enemies to lovers trope, PIV sex, fingering, and dirty talk. Slight angst. A/N: The story is based on this ask I received. I know there are likeâŚfive Scott fans out there besides me so I hope yâall like this. I have no explanation for this fic except Iâm horny for Scott. I had an alternative ending to this story but whoops feelings crept in. Thank you to @ryebecca, @whatblogisthis216 and @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking this over. The snazzy summary is courtesy of @writercole.
Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.Â
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âIâm never picking up your coffee order again,â Javi swears, handing the Starbucks cup to you. âWhatever happened to coffee with a little bit of cream?â
âCapitalism,â you reply, taking a sip. It wasnât exactly how you liked it, missing that deep caramel flavor, but you appreciate Javiâs effort. âThanks again.â
He nods, drinking from his cup as you make your way down to the labs, discussing the results from the latest test.Â
âWe will need to adjust the relays, but other than that, I think weâre in good shape,â you tell him. âIâll let the techs know we need those changes made this week.â
âSounds good. I gotta make a quick call, but Iâll join you after,â Javi promises, disappearing into his office while you make your way down the hall.
You hear the low timber of Scott's voice before you spot him in conversation with one of the female techs. You loathe to admit it but he looks good, his tanned forearms on display with the sleeves of his white company shirt rolled up. The baseball cap tucked into his back pocket and dusty boots let you know he probably came straight from the field.Â
"We need to fix the relays. They failed the test. Again. That's unacceptable," he begins, gearing up for another one of his infamous lectures. "Back when I was at MIT, this type of calibration was the first thing we were taught."
Scott may have been one of the smartest guys on Javiâs team but he was also a smug asshole. From the moment you met him, he irritated you, reminding you of every man who thought he was smarter and better than you just because of his gender. Everyone expected engineers to be difficult to work with, but Scott took it to another level. Who could blame you for taking him down a peg or two when you had the chance?
"So you went to MIT. Big whoop," you begin, delighted to see Scott tense up at the sound of your voice. When he turns to face you, the tech is quick to scurry away. "Call me when you have a PhD from a real school, like Caltech, Scotty."
He hates it when you call him that but today it's your jab about MIT that strikes a nerve. A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he exhales harshly. God, that angry look in his eye really did something for you. Too bad his looks couldnât make up for how much of a dick he could be.Â
Scott practically spits your first name out, stepping into your space to loom over you. His broad shoulders and muscular build block your view of the lab. You tilt your head to look at him, fighting the urge to smile. "You really should address me as âdoctor,â" you calmly remind him, tapping your name badge.Â
You arch a brow, waiting for his response but his mouth snaps shut, attention moving to something behind you.Â
Itâs Javi.
"Come on guys," he sighs. "Play nice."
You glance over your shoulder, smiling sweetly. "I'm always nice.â
"Why are you even in the labs today?" Scott questions, glancing down at your heels.Â
You smooth a hand down your dress and smile. "I'm the Vice President of R&D for Storm Par. These are my labs. I belong here.â
"Dressed like that?" He scoffs.Â
"What, you don't like it?" You ask, turning in a slow circle.Â
"We had a meeting with some new investors," Javi supplies, trying to cut off the start of another fight between the two of you.Â
Scott turns away and you can practically hear his teeth grinding together. He still hasnât forgiven you for talking Javi out of letting his uncle invest in the company. It would have been easy money but you never liked the business plan. It was best to stick with government grants and investors without any personal connections.Â
Javi touches your arm. âCome on, we gotta finish that grant.â
You hum in agreement, trailing behind him to the doorway. Pausing, you glance back and catch Scott watching you, his lips pressed into a thin line. With a grin, you wiggle your fingers at him, amused to see the furrow in his brow deepen even further.
The rest of your day is blessedly Scott-free and you spend your time buried in meetings and wading through needlessly complicated grant submissions. Javi employed some of the smartest people youâve ever had the privilege of working with but they were terrible when it came to making the science digestible to investors. You sigh, rubbing your temples. It was going to be a long night.
You work uninterrupted, buried in the complexities of the grant, until Scott storms into your office, slamming the door behind him. âDid you tell the techs they could go home early?â he demands.
âPlease, do come in,â you deadpan, setting aside the papers youâre holding.
âDid you send them home?â He repeats, rounding your desk and invading your personal space. At his side, his hands are clenched into fists, the veins in his neck standing out.
âI did.â You rise to your full height but even in heels, he dwarfs you.Â
âThat wasnât your call.â
âYou do remember my job title, right?â
âIâm VP of Operations,â he reminds you. âI say when they go home, especially when weâre on a deadline.â
âThey report to me, and youâve had them working long hours,â you fire back.
He shakes his head, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, as he gives you an unimpressed look. âYouâre too soft on them. I told Javi you werenât right for this job. This isnât academia. We work hard here.âÂ
You bristle at his words, clenching your fist so tightly that your nails dig into the soft skin of your palm. He has no idea what it took for you to get here, the challenges you faced, or the men like him you had to prove yourself to.
âGo fuck yourself, Scott.âÂ
You glare up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. You wait, ready for whatever asshole comment is sure to come but he just stares at you. Then, to your surprise, his gaze drops to your mouth. You freeze, electricity zipping up your spine when you realize youâre close enough for your chest to brush his as you exhale. Looking back, you won't remember the impulse that led you to tilt your head and press your lips to his, only that you did.
The kiss only lasts a second before you pull away, heart pounding in your chest. For a moment, neither of you moves, but then suddenly he surges forward, his large hand grasping the side of your face. His lips crash into yours roughly. A hand at your hip urges you back until you bump your desk but he doesnât stop until heâs practically dragged you on top of it. He presses in close, eating up what little space remains. You groan, grasping at his shirt as you push your hips into his.Â
âFuck,â he pants, resting his forehead against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. For one terrible second, you think he might stop or say something stupid to ruin the moment but then heâs kissing you again. He forces a hand between your bodies and roughly pulls your underwear aside so his fingers can drag through your folds. Youâd be shocked by how fast itâs all happening but any higher thought fizzles out once his thumb circles your clit and his tongue breaks the seam of your lips to taste you.Â
Youâre breathless when he pulls away, back arching in response to his talented fingers. Through your lashes you see him smirk down at you. âNo smart comebacks now?â He questions.
Before you can retort he adds a second finger. You moan, rolling your hips to seek more of him. âKnew youâd be fucking greedy,â he whispers.
He watches you fuck yourself on his hand with a hungry glint in his eyes until your pace slows. He glanced at your face. You rise up on your elbows, brow raised. âAm I going to do all the work here?âÂ
âShut up,â he growls, withdrawing his fingers.
A witty comeback is on the tip of your tongue but it dies when Scott brings his fingers to his mouth. He stares down at you while he sucks them clean, his Adam's apple bobbing. Your stomach clenches hard at the sight.Â
âThatâs better,â he comments, unbuckling his belt. âNice and quiet.âÂ
He takes a condom from his wallet and rolls it on his thick length. If there was ever a time to stop, itâs now. You look at Scott, his dark gaze swimming with desire and push the thought away, rising up to kiss him. The blunt head of his cock nudges your entrance and you lift your hips. You relish the way he looks, dark hair curling over his sweaty forehead and his body straining for you. Knowing youâve done this to him sends a rush of want through you.Â
Scott pushes inside slowly, hissing as your wet heat envelopes him until heâs halfway in and then he snaps his hips forward unexpectedly. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush. He falls forward and the weight of him is electrifying. Youâd be embarrassed at the desperate little sounds his mouth swallows up if he didnât feel so damn good.Â
He fucks with an intense kind of precision youâve seen him bring to his work, reaching deep inside you to hit all the right places. You bury your fingers in his dark hair and pull, eliciting a needy moan from the irritatingly talented man above you.Â
âYou gonna come for me?â He asks, breathless.Â
A desperate little, please, slips past your lips without your permission, spurring him on. He hooks a hand under your knee and forces your leg into your chest as he keeps up his frantic pace. The new angle takes him even deeper and pleasure ripples through your stomach. He feels unbelievably good and you practically sob when he pulls back and rises to his full height, afraid heâs going to stop. But he doesnât, grasping your hips with both hands and forcing you to meet his thrusts.Â
Youâre tantalizing close and, without thinking, you reach down to help yourself along but Scott is quick to slap your hand away, replacing it with his own.Â
âThatâs mine,â he growls, the rough pad of his thumb catching on the sensitive skin. He watches with rapt attention as his cock and fingers work in tandem to drive you over the edge. You come with his name on your lips.Â
âFuck, just like that,â he gasps.Â
Before you can recover your breath, he leans down and kisses you, his weight pressing you into the desk as his hips move relentlessly. Then he shoves himself deep inside and stills, groaning. Your ears ring and your body buzzes with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. The two of you stay like that, intertwined and panting until, finally, Scott moves.Â
Cool air rushes between your bodies and you stare up at him. You can see him thinking in real time, his clever gaze searching your face as he continues to process what happened. What could either of you possibly say after this? Nothing good you realize.Â
âDonât,â you whisper, finger pressed to his lips. âDonât ruin it.âÂ
Scott closes his eyes and swallows hard. Then he's moving, slipping out of you with a grunt. He turns away from you, redressing. The clink of his belt buckle is loud in the quiet office. Pressing your fingers to your swollen lips, you take a moment to let yourself feel everything before pushing it aside and standing on unsteady legs.
You fix your appearance the best you can and busy yourself with shuffling the mess of papers strewn everywhere. It might be cowardly, but you keep your gaze fixed on your desk when you hear the door creak open. You wait, the minutes dragging by until you know itâs safe to look up, only to find Scott still there.
He lingers in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you.Â
Then you blink and heâs gone.Â
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suguru x female reader; dark and 18+ content, minors or ageless blogs do not interact. unestablished relationship. barista!reader, customer!suguru. use of sex doll. unethical and unhealthy obsession. highkey pervert suguru. inspired by my perv, onahole using satoru ramble. â masterlist here â extended fic here. dark content, reader discretion is highly advised.
suguru insists heâs no pervert.
heâs just a god-fearing, woman-respecting man who canât help that he fell headfirst for the cafĂŠ's prettiest barista â you.
the one who makes his coffee just right, adding that little extra smile at the end. he mightâve told himself, at first, that it was a harmless crush. but itâs so easy to let that slip when heâs already got money to burn and his mindâŚpreoccupied.
so he made a quick little purchase â a sex doll.
but not just any doll, oh no.
he found himself scrolling, one page after another, until he landed on a custom silicone model that could be shaped and molded into an eerily perfect replica of you. the doll arrived with realistic features, down to the soft skin and delicate curves molded just after you. suguruâs fingers skimmed over the dollâs "face," tilting its head this way and that with a dark, possessive fascination.
itâs just for fun, he reasoned, flexing the dollâs joints to make sure the metal skeleton could hold you â the doll, he corrects himself â firm in whatever position he liked best.
but the thrill wore off sooner than he anticipated. the coldness, the quiet â it wasnât enough.
so, naturally, he upgraded it.
this new model was, in his eyes, a step up to something more perfect. this one came with a full-body heating system, warm to the touch, programmable so he could dial up just the right amount of heat â warm enough to imagine youâre there with him. it made him shudder, setting the control panel with a kind of reverence, feeling every bit like he was crafting his own illusion of you.
and the upgrades kept coming.
on days when he didnât see you at the cafĂŠ â those mornings when you werenât there, with no smile, no light laugh, and not even a hint of your voice drifting through the air â he had another fix in place. this time, he added a custom voice feature, programmed with phrases. the voice was robotic, yes, but it was close enough to play with his imagination. it was your voice, lifted from voice recordings heâd carefully taken, just samples of phrases heâd remembered hearing you say, woven together.
"welcome back, suguru," it said, in that sweet imitation of you. "how can i make your day better?" sometimes, heâd press another button to hear it say, "did you miss me?" the dollâs voice, soft but teasing, filled his dim room.
and then he would, with that calm satisfaction, spend his nights hearing just enough to keep him wanting more.
but none of this stopped suguru from showing up at the cafĂŠ, same as ever, leaning against the counter as if nothing happened. as you prepared his order, he'd watch you, hiding his grin behind the rim of his cup. every now and then, youâd catch his eye, and heâd give you that dashing smile, all charm and innocence, with not a hint that just last night, heâd spent hours tangled up with a doll that looked and sounded exactly like you.
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eyes on the prize
a/n:Â me writing a fic where rafe is actually wholesome and nice? i didn't see it coming either... this idea just came to me when you were all voting for the kinktober fic a while ago, and i was prepping that it maybe could go in this direction and then ended up falling too much in love with the fantasy, so i simply had to get it out of my system.
summary: âin a week, when weâve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight⌠watch me winâŚâ a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.
warnings:Â mma!rafe cameron x reader, smut, college au, study buddies to lovers, soft!rafe, autumnal vibes, takes place in the beginning of november, studying, friday the 13th references, scaredy cat!reader, violence, mma fights, kissing, semi-public sex, clothed sex, dirty talk, manhandling, ripping pantyhose, size kink, spit kink, hole inspection, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
word count: 2626
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âSo,â you hesitantly broke the silence that had fallen over both you and the partner that had been assigned to you on this current project, âdid you get up to anything fun on Halloween?âÂ
Glancing up from the thick book Rafeâs bored gaze was rushing through, it instead lingered on you for but a moment as his mutter reverberated in the quiet corner of the universityâs library, âuhm, yeah. I popped by a party for a bit.âÂ
âThe one at delta neu?â a glint flickered in your eye as soon as he offered you a nod, âme too! Though I went home kinda early, so we might have missed each other⌠what did you going as?âÂ
âJason,â he simply uttered.Â
âJason who?â the soft smile didnât fade from your lips as his short answer hadnât landed the way heâd hoped.Â
âYou know,â his brows furrowed slightly at your cluelessness, repeating once again as if the name alone should be enough for you to understand, âJason.âÂ
ââŚJason Statham? Jason Momoa?â your eyes squinted as you quietly attempted to hit the bullseye, âuhm⌠I canât really think of any other famous Jasons right nowâŚâÂ
âNo, Jason from Friday the 13th. You know, the dude with the hockey mask and the machete.âÂ
âAh, him⌠yeah, I havenât watched those movies,â you shrugged, âbut, cool costume.âÂ
âWait, youâve never seen Friday the 13th?â he tilted closer to where you sat across the table from him, ânot even the cheesy remake?âÂ
âNope,â you simply returned your gaze to the textbook beneath your fingers. Â
âSeriously?â his eyebrows didnât float back down yet, âwell, I donât know if I should be offended that youâve never watched that masterpiece before or jealous that you get to experience it for the first time, but either way, thatâs a problem we need to fix.âÂ
At first, you thought youâd entered the wrong building.Â
That was until you rounded the corner, and your gaze fluttered up from the map still open on your phone, guiding you to the mysterious address your study partner had texted you, asking you to meet up with him there before the rest of your plans could unfold, that you discovered that you hadnât stumbled into the wrong place.Â
Though that wasnât the only thing you discovered in that moment as the culmination of that enlightenment was spotting Rafe in the middle of the industrial and cold gym, going through the tail end of some drills with his trainer.Â
As he went through the combinations and grunted like a guard dog, sweat dripped down from his brow and rolled so low that it cascaded over his already glistening and bare chest.Â
You hadnât really noticed how your feet had stopped or how your pulse had picked up so fiercely that you could feel it between your thighs before his own eyes located you and he flashed you a smile.
âHey!â his voice cut through your trance as he patted his coach on the shoulder and began to near the edge of the ring.Â
âH-hi,â you blinked, shaking your fuzzy head slightly to clear it, âI didnât know you were into this sort of stuff,â you briefly waved a hand to the gym around you and tried your best to rip your stare away from his heaving chest.Â
âYeah,â he began to loosen a glove, âsorry I asked you to meet me here, Iâm just really busy these days cause Iâve got a fight coming up.âÂ
âOh, well we donât have to have a silly movie night if you donât have the time,â you averted your gaze, recalling how before youâd been paired with him on the assignment for Callahanâs class, you hadnât even been sure of what his name was. Youâd just known him as the hot guy, three rows behind you.Â
âNo, no, I want to, unless of course youâve changed your mind.â
Blinking back up into his eyes, you smiled, âdefinitely not.â
âWell, great,â a grin spread across his lips, âthen just give me a second,â he cast a brief glance over his broad shoulder at the locker room, âand then we can head back to my place,â a notion you hadnât expected would have ended with you up on the back of his motorcycle, a terrifying concept that youâd somehow been unable to deny as the crush that had blossomed and bloomed within your heart for him had made it near impossible for you to say no to a single one of his suggestions.Â
âYou never told me what you went as,â Rafe hummed beside you, causing your eyes to tear away from the horror movie buzzing on the TV.
Blinking over at him next to you on the leather couch, your fingers began to fiddle with the blanket youâd slumped over yourself, âoh, well I didnât wanna buy anything new, so I just went through my closet and ended up going as Britney Spears because I found the skirt of my old school uniform. I donât even remember why I brought it with me the last time I went home, butâ, ah!â a shriek suddenly shuttered through your form as your eyes accidentally fluttered back towards the screen just in time to witness the villain sink a large blade into the head of one of the drunk teenagers, âoh my god!â your frame couldnât help but jump at the fright, nearly tossing the blanket across the room as you instinctively hid your features in the mass of Rafeâs bicep.Â
As your heart raced and thumped in your chest, you felt Rafeâs shoulder begin to move before you heard his laughter.Â
âShut up, itâs not funny!â you smacked him lightly in the chest, though kept your vision darkened by his shirt, âso Iâm not desensitised to the horrors of scary movies, big whoop!â a mutter then slipped out of your lungs, âfuck, why did I agree to this? Iâm probably gonna have nightmares for weeksâŚâ
âHey, itâs okay, itâs just a movie,â you felt his palm find your arm in a soothing rub as his voice hummed directly above the crown of your head, âand the scene is almost over.âÂ
âI canât lookâŚâ you felt yourself lean more into his touch.Â
ââŚdo you want me to describe it to you?âÂ
âNoâŚâ you lingered in the security of his warmth and felt the terror slowly melt from your bones. Cupping a hand on the side of your face to shield your eyes from the horrors on screen, you carefully plucked your face just shy out of his safety before you uttered, ââŚjust tell me when itâs overâŚâÂ
The blaring light from the television reflected against the side of Rafeâs face as he gazed down into your eyes and breathed, âokay,â his stare slowly dipping and fluttering down towards your lips.Â
It wasnât till now that you noticed how close youâd accidentally scooted to him as you werenât far from just sitting in his lap.Â
Sharing his breath, your mind went entirely blank and only switched back on when youâd closed the distance betwixt your lips and now found yourself kissing your study buddy.Â
Thankfully, your brain didnât get a chance to begin spiralling as it only took Rafe half a second to reciprocate the sudden move and kiss you back.Â
His strong hands found the small of your waist buried beneath the woollen blanket before he began to drag you closer, pulling you so near that you actually did wind up sitting in his lap, your fingers fluttering against his buzzcut as his own scooped down over the curve of your ass.Â
When the movie gently humming from behind you was long forgotten and your soul instead had drifted straight to heaven, you felt Rafe tilt his head back to breathlessly utter, âcome watch my fightâŚâ his forehead still pressed against your own.Â
Scarcely picking up on the words behind his honied hum, you breathed, âwhat?âÂ
Reeling back just enough for his eye to catch your own dazed pair, he said, âin a week, when weâve turned in the assignment, and everything is over, I want you to come watch me fight⌠watch me winâŚâ a cocky smirk twitched at the corner of his lips as he awaited your answer.
Youâd never seen a fight in real life before.Â
Not boxing, not mixed martial arts as this was, not even a juvenile one in a schoolyard.Â
At one point, when you thought all hope seemed lost, when Rafe got pinned by his opponent and blood was trickling down from the cut at his brow so clearly that you could make it out from the second row seat you found yourself planted in, he somehow managed to turn the tides and capture the boulder of a man in a lock so fierce it made them nearly melt into one pretzel-like being.Â
As he flexed his arm around the otherâs throat with the rest of his limbs restricting him as well and rendering an escape near impossible, Rafeâs eyes then flickered up to catch your wide ones in the crowd. A grin appeared on his features as he held your stare a moment longer, watching as you shyly began to mirror his smile, before he tightened his hold and squeezed till the opponent opted not to bruise his pride and tap out, instead going limp in the grasp.Â
Once the trophy was in his gloved hand and heâd leapt out of the ring, on his way back towards the locker room, he zigzagged through the cheering crowd and caught onto your arm, dragging you with him as he exited the buzzing hall.Â
âThat was insane,â you heard yourself babble as he pulled you through the corridors down towards the backroom heâd been in prior to the fight, âI mean, I know I went into it kinda blind, but I had no idea it would be like that,â adrenaline still rushed through your veins as he tugged you over the threshold and closed the door behind you, swiftly dropping his trophy to one of the long benches, âsure, it was as insane as I probably imagined, but the way that you moved, the way you slipped in and out like you were made of water or something, I mean, that was beautifulâ,â the fighter then suddenly cut your rambling short as he yanked you to his sweaty form and pressed his lips to your own. However, as his feet shuffled and your spine collided with the back of the door to the small locker room, your fingers fluttered over countless of the spots where heâd been hit, causing you to jerk back and ask, âwait, shouldnât you have someone check you out?â your eyes flickered from the cut splitting his brow to the various fresh bruises already beginning to blossom and reveal their true colours, âare you okay?â
âIâve never felt better in my whole life,â he tried to lean back in to capture your lips once more, though you tilted away just in time for him to miss.Â
âYou sure? Becauseââ
But your words were quickly snuffed out as his hands then flew up to grasp the sides of your face to force you to notice the glint in his eye and the desire dripping in his tone, âjust shut up and kiss me,â he commanded before he practically devoured you whole.Â
As Rafeâs tongue danced against your own and made you feel dizzy in his tight embrace, his fingers then blindly fumbled for the lock and twisted it with a click that harmonised with the throbbing that had appeared between your thighs as soon as the fight had commenced.Â
A low growl rumbled deep within his chest and melted into your mouth as he then plucked you off of the ground and lifted you into his arms. Broad palms spreading wide below your bottom, he brought you as close as possible, causing the skirt you wore to ride up and crumble at your hips. The thin barrier of your pantyhose and the underwear beneath nearly incinerated from the heat that sparked as his hips greedily rocked against your covered core, lending you to feel just how hard he was in his shorts.Â
âI want you so bad,â he groaned between pecks, his fingers digging into your softness.
âShouldnât you be out celebrating your victory or something?â a light giggle bubbled out of you.Â
âI thought that was what I was doing,â he smirked before dropping you back down onto the ground, making you gasp at his sharp movements as he suddenly spun you around to face the closed door, ��unless you have a better idea of how we could celebrate,â he nipped at your neck, making your eyes flutter.Â
âIââŚâ your teeth briefly captured your bottom lip as his front pressed against your back, and your spine instinctively arched back into him, âno, yeah, this oneâs g-goodâŚâ
âGood,â he murmured in your ear before his fingers found your pantyhose in a pinch and ripped a big hole in them, nearly splitting them in two as he exposed your underwear, âdo you want it?â he gripped your hips and titled them for his hard-on to perfectly nudge against the soaked cotton.Â
âY-yes,â you panted, even just that one word haven been a struggle to utter through the fog heâd cast you into.Â
âHow bad?âÂ
âSo badâ, Rafe, please,â he made you squeak desperately, âI justâ, pleaseâŚâ
Cheek smooshed against the door, you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he then kneeled down behind you. Both hands still firmly planted on your hips, keeping you in place for him, they only strayed for a moment in order to shove your skirt the rest of the way up and letting him see the wet spot decorating your panties.Â
âOh, shitâŚâ he groaned as he tugged the gusset of your underwear all the way to the side, a string of your glossy want clung to the fabric till it snapped back against your aching core. Nearly salivating as he inspected your holes, his fingers dented your ass as he pulled you apart, splitting you open that much further and watching intently at the way your drooling cunt throbbed in anticipation for his touch.Â
As if your pussyâs embarrassingly leaky state wasnât enough, a dollop of his spit then roughly landed upon your folds, the lewdness causing you to let out a moan as he swiftly rose back up to his full height without as much as a tickle to your tingly petals.
The next thing you knew, the adrenaline coursing through you both drove Rafe to free his length from its confines and, without as much as another kiss, slammed inside of your weeping pussy in one fell motion.Â
Balls nuzzled tightly against you, the very tip of him nudged against a part so deep inside of you that it made you lose your breath as he took a moment to savour the sensation, freezing up within you and huffing against your cheek as you gasped for air through your whimpers.Â
âOh my god!â one of your hands curled back to crawl at his waist, âRafe!âÂ
âNow,â his hips slowly drew back, dragging his fat girth back out of you and letting you feel every little detail of him, âyou just gotta be a good girl, stand right here for me,â only the bulbous head of his cock remained, keeping you plugged up as he purred in your ear, âand take it like the perfect little prize you are,â he then buried himself once more with such vigour that his heavy sack tapped sloppily against your puffy clit, âcan you do that for me? Will you be my reward?âÂ
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Introspect // Dabi x f!reader (18+)
Synopsis: The past never dies. But it can often be forgotten. (3.4k)
Warnings: yandere/obsessive behavior, captivity, stalking, violence, noncon/dubcon, jealousy, delusion, denial, implied PTSD, deterministic and nihilistic philosophical paradigm, Dabi's POVâstream of consciousness type fic
A/N: wrote this in 3hrs. majorly inspired by (and dedicated to) my fave tumblr writer, new magic wand by tyler the creator and this dabi art đ¤
Happy. You looked happy, thatâs what he thought when he saw it.
Not in a way youâd been with him anyway. He didnât know whether that was for the better. The first thing he thought was you posted him. Of course you would. He was not patched, burnt or looking like someone who escaped the psychiatric ward. Without proper clothing, jumping out of a window, frantically running towards the opposite direction. Was it a matter of appearance? Or did you just not like him enough? He wouldnât know, you hadnât spoken in a month. And some days. Thatâs when you told him you needed space. Seriously, people needed to come up with better excuses, this one was over-saturated. Was it bad he clung onto you? Itâs not like you had many friends, all he had asked was more of your time. Your stupid job wasnât even that importantâhe never bothered finding out what you did exactly, itâs not like he didnât care, he just wanted you there. The rest of your whereabouts were none of his business as long as you were not conversing (excessively) with anyone else. Because even then, why would you need to do that? He could do it for you.
He had no actual job, well, classifying as a villain doesnât get you far in life, he called himself a freelancer. Freelancer in murder and theft, maybe. But he felt like he had a share in serving divine justice. A modern vigilante so to say. Any accidental death was a misfortune, a predetermined fate. He didnât want to pretend to be integrated in society for you to like him, he was lucky because he didnât have to. Which then reminded him of how he met you. Â
Petting strays at night wasnât careful of you, especially with the crime rates in the city. But you had done so regardless, he remembers it vividly: You in an alley, on your knees, not caring about the dirt coming in direct contact, extending your hand. The cat was barely visible, he could only make out its yellow eyes. But then, the cat saw him, he knew cats had brilliant vision and it left you, perhaps in thought he had food you didnât. You turned your head only to take a step back. Not smart, you landed on your ass as you opened your mouth. Did he scare you? Of course, what a stupid thing to ask. Under other circumstances heâd leave. Making fun of strangers wasnât really his thing, not unless they deserved it, but the cat seemed to take a liking to him. Animals loved him, his mom used to tell him not to trust people who repelled them, it was a bad sign. Animals had instinct, animals could tell. He decided to pet the little guy (or girl?), as he kneeled down and softly touched its head. That was another thing about cats. They didnât give a fuck about the staples or burnt odor, they just wanted food and the occasional touch. He liked cats. He could see himself in them. Something in the domesticity of the situation must've calmed you down because you fixed your posture and to his surprise approached him. It was still dark, you were still a woman and alone in an alley.Â
ââHe likes you.ââ You told him. Had you already figured out it was a male stray? Dabi mustâve underestimated you. Your voice hid a whine, a soft protest but it was not annoyance and he shifted his gaze.
ââYeah.ââ was all he said.Â
ââCan I?ââ You asked. Why were you asking for permission, this wasnât even his cat.Â
ââSure.ââ
You were so close, trying not to scare the cat and also touch him, he noticed. Your finger tried to avoid his but the catâs head was unfortunately not that big so you eventually grazed a digit over him. You hadnât flinched back then, hadnât even scrunched your nose, were you not afraid? Didnât the smell and appearance repel you? Apparently not, you seemed so invested in getting the cat to like you. It wasnât like it didnât. The stray ended up loving you, purring at your touch and looking in your eyes, like a man in love. And maybe it wasnât just the cat.Â
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Within three days of your first encounter he had you on his chest, in your apartment of course, where else could he have you? He wanted to fuck you the first time he saw you, but the urge wasnât that violent, which had taken him by suprise. You also did not seem like the type to give it up easily. Heâd have to do some mental jumping jacks to get you, he didnât worry about revealing too much though; he didn't have a lot to say, his old identity long buried away with his sensitivity. He still didnât feel like hurting you. The first night he told you his name, Dabi, and it was so convincing, he too had believed it. You exchanged trivial information neither cared about and he offered company on your way back. He scolded you for being alone in the neighborhood, like some good samaritan, he laughed as he guided you through dimly lit alleys with zero traffic.Â
ââWant to come inside?ââ You had asked. Already? Were you that easy? But who was he to say no?
Your place was small, as expected, neat and tidy, with a few clothes on the bed, nothing bad. It smelled nice too, he noticed a small plant on the coffee table. How gullible to let him in like that. Dabi imagined how many times you mustâve been wronged in life. But you being youâit was probably something that flew over your head daily. Youâd call it compromise, heâd call it stupidity.
He had fucked you in missionary that night, a true gentleman, easing his way inside and slightly towering, making sure the stapled skin under his sternum didnât touch your sensitive one. You were soaking by the time you stopped making out and he slid a finger inside, warm and enticing, his cock hardened in primal ways. He had softly thrown you on your bed (his definition of soft wasnât exactly soft, you had let out a groan, was it bad?) and climbed on top. You were looking at him expectantly, your eyes glassy, was that pain or excitement, Dabi would bet bucks on the latter. The way you had shyly parted your legs, not for his cock, but to fit him in between was sickeningly pretty, he could swear he was almostâŚnervous to slip his cock inside. And he was right, trying to fit it inside failed him two or three times while he pretended to toy your clit with his cockhead. You didnât seem to mind, his act mustâve been convincing, you were softly moaning and your eyes dared to look at the sight of his swollen tip against your lower lips, was it pretty? He had fucked you as hard as he would allow himselfâyour body could take it, he had to be honest, the more he stuffed you, the more he needed to drive his cock further into your soft walls, there was no room for play pretend romance here. But you seemed to like it too, wrapping your arms around the bare part of his back, fingers accidentally trailing the stapled skin and groaning near his face. ââFuck.. right there.. D-Dabi! More!ââ More? Sure, you could have more. A patched arm strongly pinned a leg above your head, touching the bed frame, as his stiff and pained cock violated your cunt, he could feel how deep he was and constantly fought the urge to spill already. As for you? Tears from your eyes fell down your now stained sheets as you screamed. Pleasure, pain, honestly he didnât care much about what it was, your pussy clamping down on him the last thing he felt before he bit down your neck, almost ripping out the skin tissue. His cum slowly trickled out, while both of you panted, each exhale synchronizing with the clock ticking in the kitchen.Â
There were no voids you could fill, he knew it, interacting with others proved to be a daily reminder. But there were voids you soothed, pain you healed just with your head resting where a heart used to be. Heart beating irregularly, like his feet in his childhood, with excitement, with a different type of eagerness. These werenât thoughts he made that night and thatâs how he knew he liked you. That night his mind was blank for the very first time, carefree from reality, from the ugliness of livingâyou had sex with some stained villain, who hadnât only stained your cunt, but your sheets too, your morals indirectly and heart along the way. These thoughts came to him when he saw the photo. Space. You said you needed space. There wasnât any relationship established, what the fuck you needed space for? Because now he had found something to give waking up a reason. Someone to regularly satisfy his cock with, someone to take away his thoughts and halt his aimless wandering. And you needed space. How lame. You know what? He could give you space. Indirectly of course. Heâd still follow you around, check the whereabouts and conversations, sit outside your house and watch you get undressed. But you looked happy. And he couldnât decipher in what way. Was he a friend? Who gives a fuck about the guy anyway, why were you smiling like that? You never posted him, that's for sure, you knew in the three months of irregular hanging out (to call it dating would be a joke) that he hated it. And so you never did, even though he wanted you to deep down. Something small. A grocery store visit, one you made when he said heâd cook dinner (he had burnt it). But you never did and now here you are posting with someone irrelevant.Â
Murder wasnât the answer. Stupidly enough it was always associated with morality. But youâd think Dabi would have none of that. He thought murder was stupid. No second of his time ought to be wasted for the next guy. Though he had to admit, he often contemplated whether youâd want this. You didnât know shit about him. But a sudden murder would definitely have you crawling for protection. And who better than the one who committed it? He honestly wouldnât go out of his way to do all that. He wanted you organically. It had been a long time since he wanted someone. But you sufficed. You were enough. You never asked, never complained, not even when youâd come home from work, exhausted and dirty and he was waiting at your door. Not even when you were shoved against the cupboards and fucked without remorseâyou still wrapped your legs around him and whimpered on his neck. And fuck if that didnât feel good. He hugged you in your sleep. Youâd both sleep in opposite directions, you first of course, so youâd never notice he switched sides and brought a leg over yours, resting his head on your throat, feeling each breath, each pulse. Youâd wake up confused at the position, heâd say he didnât remember. These were the few nights he could reach REM state. No vivid dreams of course, a shipwreck maybe and some elevator descending, lack of control or whatever bullshit he read once. He could still dream though, a miserable reminder he was still human.Â
He was always mean. The world didnât care to mold someone into being nice. What would that even be? He thought nice meant exchange. Be nice and youâd get a pair of shoes. Act nice and youâll get to watch TV. Treat others with respect and youâd be the familyâs topic of discussion over Christmas. Sure, there were selfless people, he wasnât crazy to think there werenât a few of them left. Youâd be his prime example. And you werenât even stupid. But your willingness to help and give bordered exploitation. It hit him like lightning. You needed to get away, the real world was doing damage to people like you. If you were with him, you wouldn't have to think twice about being taken advantage of. Heâd still be mean, you wouldnât change that. But at least youâd sleep assured knowing that heâd never, ever demand something from you. WellâŚbesides your presence, though heâd take you as you are, so in retrospect youâd come to appreciate him for the service.Â
When he came to pick you up (abduct sounded roughâyouâd also want this eventually) you had just finished work. To others you seemed fine, to him you looked exhausted. No need for mask, no need for clothes, he had everything arranged. You hadnât objected much, he tried the kind approach first, he had only asked you to go for a ride with him in a car he stole, something youâd never know. The place was a dump, a couch covered in dust and a rusty kitchen, but youâd both make it work. It wasnât like he couldnât find money. He would, eventually. He remembers the way your eyes widened, what were you expecting, a trip to the countryside for some mimosas? You shouldâve known better. ââWhat are we doing here?ââ You had asked, looking him in the eyes, you seemed frightened like the first time you saw him in the alley, it all ends in the beginning of the cycle, such a paradox, he thought. ââThis is our new place.ââ He cooed as he approached you, you took a step back. There really was no reason for you to be scared, youâd grow to understand the only thing scaring you would be losing him.Â
He had tried to kiss you but you protested, pushing him away, a shame really and he wanted to continue with the nice approach. Well then again nice didnât really exist so it wouldn't have worked anyway. He kissed you, your mouth was closed but not for long before it was forced open, arms snaking around your waist and pinning you to a wall collecting condensation since god knows when. He was on your neck, kissing, biting, frenzied moves really, he needed you more than he needed whatever kept him alive. Three months ago, he stopped thinking. Now, the only thing he thought was you. He dragged you to the dusty sofa, he thought of using his quirk to burn the fabric, but ripping it out came naturally. You were laid out naked and shivering, his hands grabbed your waistâwas this warm enough for you? You whispered something, maybe it was louder than a whisper, stop or whatever but he couldnât listen. He found your cunt immediately, he was almost drooling at the sight, when was he that hungry ever again? Something about your life. People behind. You said something, he didnât listen. You werenât that wet like the first time, he understood. Women, they need emotional connection. Maybe a sloppier kiss to get them going. He found your mouth again, forcing you to kiss him back while he gorged on yours, a small movement in your hips, a pad of his finger back on your cunt. Wetter, perfect. He slid up a finger, curling it while his thumb grazed over your clit, you whimpered. That was a sound he could finally register. Heâd bring back that smile, but itâd be for him only. One finger turned to two and eventually three, he needed to stretch you out to take him, nothing had changed since the first time, just his eagerness. His cock throbbed in his black pants, he wanted to taste you.Â
You moaned and attempted to touch his hair. He didnât mind but this wasnât the time. He moved his head lower, spreading your thighs open and spitting on your clit. Spittle dripped down your slit and his index finger trailed it along the entrance, earning him a moan. See, you already enjoyed this too much. This would be your life now on, heâd fuck you till you wouldnât want another thing. Captivity had a good side after all. Heâd treat you so well, he wouldnât even have to force all that domestic bullshit on you. Youâd do it willingly. He eats your cunt out like it's the most sacred meal, sloppily and without coordination, pushing his tongue inside and gripping your thighs forcefully and what is this? You buck your hips up, wanting more, needy little slut. Perfect, so perfect for making him stop thinking. Making him forget. His cock must leak precum, it feels uncomfortable and he wants you to coat his tongue, he really does, but please understand, he needs you. Now. To bother removing his pants fully would be hilarious, he has neither time nor desire to do so, theyâre slid down half way, his cock jumps on his abdomen and he gives it an impatient strokeâlooking at you always. Let me go. You say, what? Were you stupid? Right before the best part? Right before the start of a new life? Of a life you should be living years ago? Delusional, youâre delusional. ââYou love me, baby.ââ He tells you and lets his cockhead slip in your entrance, bit by bit until heâs bottomed out and you wince, he doesnât move just for a second, this should be enough and then starts thrusting without consideration. Like itâs an incentive, like youâre a hole that needs filling, a mere means to an end. You protest a bit more, if you get louder he might have to get violent on you, please understand he doesnât want this. Youâll get it, eventually. He canât decipher the look on your face, it certainly doesnât scream happy like in the photo.Â
And then heâs reminded of the photo and a rage is born. ââDid he fuck you this good?ââ He spears his cock inside, you are hitting against the arm of the couch, your mouth contracts and you dampen his cock, so he must be doing something right. ââTell me, did he fuck this cunt?ââ He asks and you just moanâare you dumb? Why arenât you answering? His arms envelop your throat, pressing on the carotid artery as your muffled moans get even more constricted, he spits on your face and demands an answer. Dirty. Slut. Dirty. ââN-oââ comes out your mouth. He hadnât tainted you? He hadnât touched you. ââIâm sorry.ââ He wipes the saliva off your cheeks, itâs so...wet? Are you crying? Why are you crying? He hates it. ââIâm sorry.ââ He kisses you while he plunges deeper, you groan and try to avoid him, stop doing this, youâre his now, itâs final. ââIâll make you feel better, alright?ââ He breathes out, he knows you like his fingers, he knows. His thumb circles achingly, longingly even on your puffy clit while you clench around him, your breathing is labored, you have to cumâcum now! On his cock, show him how much you love him. A few more strokes and he has you clamping down, more tears, so many tears and you moan out his fake name, with anger maybe or an orgasm high, he canât tell and he doesnât care either, itâs enough. He needs to steal a kiss one last time and feel the way you squeeze and soak all around to let his load paint you white, maybe he is like a woman after all, longing for emotion, even when he has to fulfill plain instincts. You donât talk after it, you donât even blink, you arenât passed out, are you? He wasnât that hard, come on now. He has to remove himself, clean you up, the couch and he the least of his priorities. You need to get accustomed. Youâll love it.Â
You never ask. About the photo. About your family. About anything prior. But thatâs not something he dwells upon, he doesnât like to look back. You still sleep next to him, well, there arenât many other options available, yet you do. You still breathe softly in your sleep, he still hugs you from behind. Youâve become a sedative, a very much needed one. He dreams some days, an elevator falling, a shipwreck. Only, youâre there this time.Â
The few days he remembers the dream, he appreciates the company. He can only hope you do, too.Â
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